#i made friends on that app met my partner on there

[stackthedeck]

i know tiktok is like pure brainrot and the user base is a nightmare and all other social media platforms are recreating the micro video and it's awful and killing our attention spans or whatever

but like my god the usa banning it is still like objectively bad. like the government should not restrict a company's right to do business just because it's based in a country that we don't vibe with, the consumers should have the right to choose that. and it's so clearly not about protecting privacy because all the american social media companies do the same shit and worse. our government is owned by corporations and this is proof. and like fuck dude this is a violation of free speech the government is literally limiting where i can speak regardless of the content of my speech. and to top it all off it's part of $95 BILLION foreign aid bill where most of it is going to Israel to kill Palestinians!! we don't live in a fucking democracy

and like in addition to all of that I make money off that app, not a lot just 20 bucks a month but that's my grocery bill because inflation is beating my ass because my two jobs only make enough to cover school stuff my car and my phone payments while i'm taking on debt that no president will ever address. and now the government is taking away my fun hobby that i use to feed myself while doing nothing to address the social or economic problems that make it so i can't feed myself this is such fucking bullshit

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[artdcnaldson]

okay but PLEASE elaborate on Olympics!Art AU

TeeHee

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (p in v), feral obsessive behavior, infidelity

A/N: And you would do it too, that’s all I’m saying. Also IMPORTANT note: I love Tashi, she is a mother to many. However this fic has a very obsessive reader who just wants to fuck a married man, at Tashi’s expense

Maybe you were a bad person.

You’d met Art and Tashi Donaldson before— a year back at an event held for Tennis’ rising stars. That was you, some other guys who had done well in the Juniors, a girl from an Ivy League, and more people that fell into the blind spots of your interest..

You must’ve looked so sweet in your formalwear, approaching the couple with shaking hands so you could say just how big of a fan you were. You had no ill intent then, not when you were face to face with two people you’d idolized since you were twelve and watching the Junior US Open. That night you’d taken a deep breath as you stared at the ceiling of your home, feeling like you’d made it.

Sure, Art was handsome, and you’d lived the past decade harboring a massive celebrity crush on him, but he was married, he was untouchable. Art Donaldson oozed that sweet, devoted husband shtick. Anniversary posts, birthday posts, Valentine’s Day posts, Mother’s Day posts. He had a daughter, he posted about how much he loved being a dad.

You were fine accepting that your fantasies of fucking Art Donaldson were strictly fantasies. But that was before you qualified and had to see him every fucking day.

Art Donaldson, who held open doors for you, who talked to you casually, like he might an old friend. Art, who stood in the long line in the food court with you, ate something he probably shouldn’t have, and asked that you don’t tell Tashi.

And you’d smile conspiratorially, and assure him his secret was safe with you. The implication being that you’d keep that secret, and more. As many as he’d ask you to, really.

You’d see him on a practice court, running drills with his wife, and feel the heat of jealousy in the pit of your stomach. You’d turn away, focus on your own game, practice until your hands were aching and sore.

“Where’s Mrs. Donaldson?” You asked one night after you’d been sexiled and had to sit out in the hallway waiting for your roommate to finish up. Art leaned against the wall, standing tall above you, so you had to crane your neck. You liked that point of view, on your knees looking up at him, you wondered if he liked it too.

“Oh, she’s staying in a very nice, very expensive hotel room with our daughter right now,” he said with a grin. “As soon as my events are done, that’s where I’ll be too.”

“Oh,” you said, bringing an easy smile to your lips. “Well, we’re all glad you’re here now.”

“We?” He questioned.

You gave a coy smile, batting your lashes so sweetly. “Maybe just me.”

There was a strange expression on his face for just a moment. Then he laughed like it was nothing. He wished you a goodnight and good luck in your matches the next morning, and disappeared into his own room.

You medaled in women’s doubles. They published photos of you and your partner biting the silver between your teeth. That same day, Art Donaldson took home gold. You were there to see the very end of his last match— every single collision of racket against ball, every step, every grunt of exertion. Your thighs clenched as you watched, fists balled up in the fabric of your skirt.

You wanted him in a needy, desperate sort of way. Like a groupie for a rock band, or a virgin being sacrificed on a mountaintop. You watched him celebrate with a kiss from Tashi and felt that same need like an open wound. Jealousy was festering in you like a rot.

The dive bar wasn’t what you’d expected. Something Art had found with a quick google search and a few minutes with a translation app. He’d knocked on your door to invite you, wearing the beaming smile of someone on top of the world.

“So you’ll come?” He asked after he told you all about it.

“Mhmm,” you said, heart hammering against your ribs. “I’ll come.”

And there you were— in a dress that hardly qualified as such— standing so close to him that you could smell his expensive cologne. His arm would brush yours, he’d glance over and apologize with a warm hand to your arm. You’d clench your thighs together and peer at him through your lashes. It’s fine, don’t worry about it.

A few of the other players disappeared to play darts, or watch the late night coverage of the other sports still competing. You stuck by Art’s side, happily allowing his attention to fall on you completely.

“I saw parts of your doubles final,” he said finally. He was drinking a brand of beer you’d never seen before— something local, you supposed. “You looked beautiful out there.” Your eyes lit up, and then he added. “The way you were playing, I mean— it was phenomenal.”

“Well, I’m no gold medalist,” you said. You let your hand rest on his arm, and looked up at him. The fingers on your other hand toyed with the edge of the medal, warm from where it had been flush against his chest.

He swallowed. You felt his muscles flex beneath your touch, but he didn’t discourage it. Not one fucking bit.

It wasn’t lost on you that Tashi wasn’t there. Not that it was really her type of venue, from what you had gathered. It wasn’t lost on you that Art Donaldson was at a dive bar, drinking random Brazilian beers, instead of celebrating with his wife, with his daughter. Fuck all those posts on his instagram— if he really was a good husband, a faithful one… that’s the only place he’d want to be.

“I saw your match too. I ran right over after my ceremony to watch,” you confessed. It was hard to concentrate on anything else— you were standing so close to him that you were nearly pressed completely into his body.

His lips twitched in interest. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Mhmm. It was incredible. You were so dominant out there, just taking what was rightfully yours.”

He swallowed again, gravitating closer. Your tits were practically spilling out of your dress— he probably got the perfect eyeful when he eased you closer with a firm hand on your lower back, when he looked down at you through blown pupils.

“You looked so fucking hot out there, Art,” you said, lips brushing against his jawline. “You can’t even imagine how it felt sitting there, watching you win. How turned on I got… how wet.”

Art exhaled a shuddery breath. “Jesus Christ.”

It must’ve been a while since he had someone want him this bad, you thought. Clearly he needed it— needed a pretty, sweet thing to tell him just how much they wanted him. You could be that. You could do that.

“I’m not wearing panties,” you whispered in his ear. His grip on you tightened and you had to suppress a giddy smile. “You can feel if you want. I won’t tell.”

He swore under his breath and glanced around. Everyone was too occupied or drunk to give a shit about what the two of you were up to.

He grabbed your hand, pulled you away into the bathroom. You looked pretty even then, in the flickering lights, sat up on the edge of the sink eagerly awaiting his attention.

When he wrenched your thighs apart, he was greeted by the pretty sight of your glistening cunt— sticky with arousal and need. His hand fit there perfectly, right where you needed it.

“Fuck,” you gasped. His fingers rubbed through your slit— wet and hot and aching for him. Your head fell back, knocking against the dirty mirror. “Want you to use me— whatever you want, just take it.”

And you meant it too. This was your teenage idol— a man you’d touched yourself to the thought of countless times. He owned your body, your sexuality, as much as you did. It was only fair he took from it whatever he pleased.

You watched with hungry eyes as he fumbled with the button of his pants, then shoved them down just enough to free his dick.

Your mouth fucking watered with the need to feel it on your tongue, nudging against the back of your throat. You weren’t opposed to begging— you nearly started before you got it into your hand.

Warm, thick, pulsing. Precum beaded at his tip, so you smeared it around the sensitive head of his cock with your thumb. He groaned, bucked into your fist once, twice before he moved your hand.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he said, slapping the inside of your thighs. You obeyed wordlessly, spreading yourself out invitingly. He pressed closer, so you felt him rutting his dick against your pussy, coating it in your arousal. “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

The words came out with equal parts disgust and awe. He probably thought you were a slut with the way you were throwing yourself at him. You wished he’d just call you that, spit it in your face.

Your cunt pulsed with need, aching to be filled up finally. The culmination of years of fantasizing. Art pressed himself against your entrance, sinking himself into you with the slow reverence of a man who liked making love.

He buried himself inside of you and had to stop moving to keep from cumming then and there. He was a perfect image of restraint— the way his fingers dimpled the flesh of your hips in a bruising grip.

Art wanted to be a gentleman— to give you time to adjust to the size of him, to ease you into it and let the pleasure be a slow, soft burn. He pulled out nice and easy, slid himself into your wet, throbbing cunt. That was all fine and good, but you knew it was just pretense. You were laid out and wanting, begging for him to use you as his own personal toy.

“I’m not your wife, Art.” You met his gaze, locked your ankles around his waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

The first thrust, the first real one, knocked the air from your lungs. That silence didn’t last long— because you got what you wanted— he was really fucking you, bullying his cock into your pussy with the same need and desperation that you felt.

“Jesus Christ, you’ve— fuck— you’ve got no fucking self respect, huh?” He pounded into you, leveraging his grip to pull you against him, really impale you on his dick.

The moan that escaped you was pornographic. If he kept talking to you like that, if he kept fucking you like that, you’d cum.

“You don’t even care, do you? This fucking pussy’s squeezing me so tight— you fucking love this,” His voice was strained, interrupted by groans and pants.

You moaned, eyes rolling back. “Love this,” you echoed. When you looked down, at the sight of him splitting you open, of the ring of creamy arousal circling the base of his dick, you felt dizzy. Like you were standing on top of a tall building and looking down. Sort of out of body, tethered in the present by brutal thrusts into your pussy and the wet, slapping sounds of your bodies joining.

Your fingers moved between your thighs, rubbing needy and insistent at your clit. So close to finishing that you wanted to cry and just ask to start over again, that you’d savor it more a second time.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned suddenly. You felt him start to pull out, to leave. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck— not yet, you didn’t want it to end like that. “I have an IUD,” you lied through your teeth. You used your legs, pulled him closer, deeper. “Just keep going, don’t stop. I’m right there.”

He moaned against your throat— holding you tight, fucking into you with animal need. Your fingers moved against your clit with an insistent need. It didn’t take much to push you over the edge. Your moans so loud that Art had to put his medal between your lips to shut you up.

And you were so pliant— letting him drill into your aching, used cunt, your mouth tasting like metal. You felt his rhythm falter— one, two harsh thrusts that knocked muffled moans from you until he came, painting your insides thick, creamy white.

He stayed buried inside of you for a while— panting, doing his best to catch his breath. You spat out the medal and it fell back against his chest, spit slick and shining. You reached up, ran your fingers along his face, reverently, sweetly. A lock of hair fell into his eyes and you tucked it away with delicate fingers.

When he pulled out, you felt that sinking feeling of loss and jealousy in your chest. He redressed in silence, turned away like he couldn’t stand to look at you, or the mirror. Shame rolled off of him in waves that you wanted to brush away.

It wasn’t bad, you’d assure him. You’re a tennis star, you’re the greatest in the world. You should have whatever you want, whenever you want it.

But you didn’t say that. You just tidied yourself up as best as you could and slipped back out into the bar. If anyone noticed, they said nothing.

[sebscore]

Forget the wags, could you write something about all the drivers having massive small crushes on reader and like there’s loads of edits on social media of them looking at her with heart eyes or just general ship edits or I mean ship fan fiction that they have to read in a team challenge or something..👀

LATE NIGHT TALKING

pairings: f1 drivers x driver!reader (indirectly)

warnings: swearing. drunk drivers. lando talking about a woman.

author’s note: I AM BACK FINALLY! also I wrote this in my notes app so pls be patient 😭😭 and this is probs the closest thing I’ll ever write to romance for this series lol

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“Out of all the drivers, who would you date?” Pierre drunkenly, almost-giggly, asked the question to his fellow colleagues.

Charles, George, Lando, Alex, Carlos and Yuki nervously laughed at the shit-faced Frenchman in front of them.

“Out of the entire grid?” Charles wanted clarification.

Pierre nodded. “Like hypothetical, if none of us had partners.” He quickly added.

A silence followed. The seven men thinking of all the possibilities.

“I mean…” Lando was the first one to speak up, every head in the hotel room shooting up at him,

“and this stays between us, right?” He followed up, needing reassurance from the others, who swiftly nodded their heads.

“If like, I was single, and I could only date one of the drivers… I would date Y/N.” He confessed.

His words were met with choruses of “same” and “me too”. A small, relieved sigh left Lando’s mouth at the others’ agreement.

“Yeah, you guys are cool and all, but Y/N’s the right answer.” George snickered, awkwardly avoiding eye-contact with the group.

Charles hummed. “I’m also choosing her, but you know, cause I’m not, uh…”

“For the other side of the street?” Alex laughed, taking a swig from his drink.

“Yeah.” The Monegasque’s dimples made an appearance, grinning towards the Williams driver.

“I think she would rather die than date one of you guys.” Carlos said, matter-of-fact.

Charles, George and Lando gave him an unimpressed look, despite knowing he was speaking nothing but the truth.

“She would date me!” The McLaren driver tried saving his own ego and pride.

“She would not.” The six others immediately shot him down.

Lando scoffed at that, sitting up more straight on the bed. “Why? It’s like textbook childhood friends to lovers, or whatever Lily said at that party once.”

“You kinda sound like you want to date her.” Pierre made eyes at him, causing the younger man to lightly push him away.

“I don’t! But I’m just a little offended that you guys don’t think I could, like, you know… bag her.”

“Bag her? She’s not a fucking product.” Alex judged his choice of words, a slight disgusted expression on his face.

“You know what I mean, Albon.” Lando brushed it off, not having bad intentions. “I just think she would be a nice girlfriend to have.”

“I think so too,” Charles agreed, “she’s a lot of fun.”

“I mean- you would never get bored with her.” George hesitantly added to the conversation, feeling a little uneasy about imaging himself with his colleague.

“True.” The seven of them chorused.

“Hey, maybe we should change the topic- it’s getting weird…” Carlos suggested. The atmosphere in Charles’ large hotel room having changed drastically ever since the question had been asked.

“Yeah, good idea.” Lando cleared his throat, uncomfortably shifting on the bed.

“I would choose Pierre to date.”

“Yeah, we know, Yuki.”

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Mine to Ruin

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari just wants to ruin you.

Word Count: 1728

Warnings: Little soft dark not really, a little possessive, fingering, oral fem, smut, talks of anal at the end, multiple orgasms, roleplay kinda, light choking, light breeding kink (non-pregnancy version), Friends with Benefits and oops someone catches feelings. Also used quotes, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else” & “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” (In bold)

A/N 1: This is for @stargazingfangirl18 Birthday Bonenanza! #happy birthday siri 2024. Hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you enjoy this. 💜

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo & dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N 3: This can be read as a standalone fic. But if you are interested in this couple read Give Me One More.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

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Your hands smoothly ran down the black cocktail dress that you were wearing as you took your features in the mirror. Would he like what you chose just for him? You smiled thinking about his reaction to you all dolled up. Your stilettos were a gift from him and as promised you were going to wear them just for him.

Turning away from the mirror you grabbed your purse and headed to the front door. Tonight was the grand opening of a club run by the gentleman in question, Ari Levinson. You have both known each other for years and to say you were attracted to him is an understatement.

That man was hot as hell with his longer hair you could run your fingers through, his neatly trimmed beard and a body you could tell was built underneath his suits. You haven’t tasted the forbidden fruit yet but hoped one day you would.

Grabbing your keys you headed out the door for a hopefully fun night ahead of you.

Walking up to the front door of the club you bypass everyone standing in line and give your name to the guy at the door. The man smiles at you as you walk into the building. The inside is busy with partygoers and you take in the scene around you. You wondered where Ari was but decided if he wanted you he could find you.

Walking up to the bar you ordered your favorite drink. As you are waiting a man walks up beside you and clears his throat. You glance to your right and see a handsome man standing next to you smiling.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like yourself doing in a place like this alone?”

You grab your drink and smile back at him. “Who said I was alone?”

The man chuckled at your reply. “Touché.” Offering his hand he says, “I’m Andy.

Shaking his hand, your eyes look him over as you say your name. He seems harmless enough and a bit nervous as he lets your hand go. You both make small talk as you take your drinks to a table. You learn he is a widower and a former attorney turned entrepreneur. He is a partner in this club along with his friend Ari.

You swear you could feel a chill go down your spine at the mention of his name. You knew he was watching you. The feel of his eyes on you made your knees weak. Just as you were going to say something to Andy you felt a hand slide down your arm and wrap around your waist.

Ari kissed your shoulder and chuckled darkly. “I see you met my business partner and friend Andy.”

Andy looks between the two of you and grins. “I didn’t know she was with you. It was a pleasure meeting Ari’s woman.”

Ari’s woman? This must be a joke. You both have always been friends so this was news to you.

Ari grips you tight as he leads you to a private elevator. Once inside he pins you to the wall. “You haven’t been here more than fifteen minutes and you’re already flirting with another man? My friend of all people.” He growls out at you but all you can do is smile at him.

The elevator’s door opens on the second floor and he grabs your hand, dragging you down the hall to his office. As soon as you both enter the office he slams the door behind you.

“Want to explain why you were hitting on my friend?” Ari’s dark blue eyes gaze into yours. You have never seen him like this before and frankly, it was hot.

“Well he did approach me first and all we did was chat. There was no flirting involved. Why are you jealous?” You pouted at him trying to get him to calm down but he ignored it.

His hand came up to your throat and squeezed just enough that it had your arousal flood your panties. This was new and you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him then.

“If I was a betting man I would say you did it to get my attention. Well sweetheart you have it now.”

He let go of your throat and crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered as he kissed you, his tongue dancing with yours as you let him dominate the kiss. This is what you have wanted, no, craved for so long. Ari walked you backward to his desk and bit your bottom lip.

“Do you know how long I have wanted this? I have dreamt many nights of having you on my desk and fucking you till you scream my name. Tell me you feel the same way.”

He lifted you onto the edge of his desk and slid his hands up your thighs as he pushed the dress over your hips.

Your head tilted back as he kissed down your throat. “Yes, Ari. I want this so much. Please ruin me!” You moaned out as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your clothed pussy. His fingers dip into your panties as he starts playing with your clit.

Ari chuckled again and whispered into your ear. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. Now let me worship you as you deserve to be.”

Ari kissed his way down your body and knelt in front of you. He pulled his hand free from your panties and started dragging them down your legs. By the time he got them off, he was kissing you up your thighs to where you wanted him most. Your fingers ran through his hair gently as he gave a kiss to your clit. You took a shuddering breath as he licked a stripe up your pussy and kissed your clit again.

Ari groaned against you. “You are so wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?”

You moan as he starts to suckle on your clit and your fingers take purchase in his hair. “Yes, Ari! Only for you! Only… for… You.”

You feel his fingers press into your cunt and start to work you over. You swear he knows exactly how to work you as he curls his fingers and makes a come hither motion. Your orgasm is starting to build faster the more he sucks on your clit and fingers you. Within moments you are cumming and screaming his name like a prayer. Ari works you through your orgasm and starts to slow down as your thighs clench together almost suffocating him.

Ari goes to stand up and licks your arousal off his lips and beard. He loves seeing you half dazed and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. Ari quickly takes his jacket and shirt off. As you lean back on your elbows Ari discards the rest of his clothes. He groans at how you look and he can’t wait to be deep inside you.

Pulling you off the desk he turns you around so he can unzip your dress. The dress falls down your body and pools at your stiletto shoes. You go to take the shoes off but Ari tisks at you. “No sweetheart those stay on.”

Kicking your feet apart he gently bends you over his desk and slaps your ass. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? It’s been years that I’ve imagined this and now you’re mine.”

Ari rubs his cock against your pussy getting his cock covered in your arousal. He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. The groans you both let out fill the air as he starts to pick his pace up. There is nothing you can do but hold onto the desk as Ari fucks you hard and fast. The echo of skin slapping against skin fills the air along with your moans. His fingers dig into your hips as he pistons in and out of your pussy.

You scream his name over and over again as you try to push back against him. Higher and higher Ari seems to take you as tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

“God this pussy is clenching me in the best way. If I had known how good you feel I would have bred you sooner. Do you want that sweetheart? Me filling your pussy up with my cum and breeding you? Then everyone would know you were mine. Mine to ruin.”

That was all you needed to hear as you moan his name over and over as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches around his cock and sends him over the edge as he groans your name. His hips frantically thrust making sure you took all of him. When he comes down from his high he is kissing his way up your back and to your shoulder. All you can do is hum from the pleasure he just gave you as he pulls you back against his chest and kisses your lips.

“Is that just what you needed, sweetheart?”

Slowly you open your eyes and chuckle. “That was perfect babe. From you being a little possessive down to wanting to breed me I swear you played your part to perfection.”

“Well, you did say you were into the breeding kink. So I wanted to try it out with you. Thankfully we don’t have to worry about anything since you are on birth control. But honestly, I love trying out all these scenarios with you. It keeps our relationship fun and exciting. I can’t wait to see what you want to try next.”

You grinned as you let out a sigh. “Ya know we haven’t tried anal before. I think you mentioned that was on your list so maybe we'll do that next time.”

It was Ari’s turn to let out a groan. “Now you have my full attention again.” His cock twitched in your cunt.

You let out a laugh at his statement. The both of you have an amazing relationship built on trust and that is something that took forever to build. Maybe one day you could be more than friends with benefits cause honestly you were in love with him. You wondered if he felt the same way. For now, you are going to enjoy these moments and figure out your feelings later.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

part 1 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️

summary - you begin to spiral as you are betrayed by the two people in your life, causing you to question if everything was a lie.

warning - ANGST, !SMUT BUT CHEATING!, heavily detailed cheating, heartbreak, betrayal, bad thoughts, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 2

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Do you remember the pain of your crush rejecting you? The pain of a man you like, liking someone else? The pain of your boyfriend leaving you for someone else? Or the pain that you feel when you find out your partner is cheating on you? The pain that only love seems to cause. Because you know that pain extremely well, that pain has only embraced you recently. Like a flame wrapping around your body, slowly slithering inside of you, and burning your insides. That afternoon STILL haunts you, no matter how many times you try to push it out of your mind; the thoughts, the touches, the feel, the smell, everything is still so alive and killing you inside. It was the day you understood how powerful love could be if used improperly. You understood why so many people were afraid, why so many protected themselves against it. Some people don’t change… They just find new ways to lie. 

Your best friend, Sarah, who you had known since you both were five, your mum’s having met while watching you on the playground, watching how you both clicked. Your bond had only grown stronger the older you got. Had come into town after having planned to hang out for much needed girl time and you had invited her to stay at yours and Johnny’s house.

You were rushing around the house ensuring that everything was set up, even though Johnny had told you everything was done. You huff. “Baby, are you sure everything is ready and perfect?” You asked your husband, your fingers entangled with one another from nerves as you played with them. 

Your husband was Johnny Storm, famous ex–playboy. When you had met him. He was annoying, he was hilarious, he was the world’s biggest arsehole, he made you want to scream, he would ruin your day and save it at the last minute, he drove you crazy, he was out of his mind, you hated his guts, and he was everything you wanted. Somehow, you made it work. You had thought he changed.

Johnny grins, pulling you into him causing you to sink into his hold. “Yeah, babe. It’s going to be fine. Why are you stressing so much?”

You shrugged, biting on your bottom lip. “I haven’t seen her in a while. I just want everything to be perfect. I want her to feel at home.” Oh, how those words would come back to bite you on the arse. 

He kisses the top of your head, “She will, babe. Don’t worry.” 

Once everything was sorted and checked about twenty times. You hear a car pull up and quickly head towards the door and as you swing it open, arms wrap around you and pull you into a hug. You both squeal, squeezing each other. Your chin rests on her shoulder, eyes closed and smiling. Yet, her eyes were open and set on your husband with a smirk. You pull back, smiling brightly as she mimics yours. “I’ve missed you so much! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Sarah licks her lips, eyes flickering over to Johnny’s before going back to yours. “I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity!” You didn’t know that her words seemed to have a double meaning. You helped her with her bags, leading her over to the guest room which is next to yours and Johnny’s. The two of you chatting away as you catch up, your voice filled with such happiness, such pure joy. 

The afternoon rolled around, and you both decided to start getting ready, after spending the day in the pool before dinner, you both desperately needed to wash the chlorine off. You let her shower first while you picked out your outfits, once she was done, a small towel tightly wrapped around her body. You headed into the bathroom, her close behind so that she could do her makeup. It had become a routine that you had grown used to growing up together. Neither of you were bothered by it. 

You stripped once you had turned the shower on and ensured it was hot enough, when it was, you got in, the heat caused steam to coat the glass, making it foggy and hard to see through. You could only make out blurry shapes and Sarah’s fuzzy figure. You decided to take a longer shower, dinner wasn’t until later and you wanted to make sure everything was properly shaved, washed, and rinsed. 

You were so zoned out while lathering yourself with soap that you didn’t notice Johnny sneaking into the bathroom and standing behind your best friend. His arms moved around her body as he began pressing kisses onto her exposed flesh. He pressed his bulge into her towel covered arse, groaning quietly. Sarah leans back into him, covering her mouth as he bends her over the counter slightly, lifting one of her legs onto it. “Keep doing your makeup, babygirl.” Johnny grunts quietly, running his fingers through her soaked cunt. 

You moved under the water, sighing as it hit you, watching the soap roll of your body. Johnny’s head turns as he checks to make sure you haven’t noticed. His hand strokes up and down his hardened member before he slides into your best friend’s cunt. His gaze turns back to hers, watching as her mouth falls open. He smirks, thrusting all the way in as he leans close, whispering into her ear, making sure to keep their eyes connected. “You missed feeling me inside you, didn’t you? You’ve gotten so fucking tight, such a good girl for me.” She moans softly, rocking back into him. Johnny bites his lip as his thrusts pick up, the rush of being caught fucking his wife’s best friend makes him so fucking hard. He wondered if you would catch them, wondered how you’d react.

His eyes roll back at the thought, hands gripping Sarah’s hips tightly as he pounds into her harder. “Fuck, babygirl. I’m gonna fuck you so much while you’re here. Gonna pump you so full, make up for lost time.” One hand leaves her hip and moves up to her hair, gripping a fistful, pulling her back against him, she still tries to apply her makeup as he fucks into her harder and faster. Her eyes flutter, desperately trying to make sure she doesn’t screw up anything, her mouth falls open as Johnny begins to pound into her sweet spot, her hand drops and she grips onto the counter, pushing back into him, meeting his thrusts. “What a little slut.” He grips her hair tighter, nipping a sensitive spot on her neck, groaning when he feels her tighten around him. “You like getting fucked by your best friend’s husband while she’s in the room, huh? Like being my dirty girl?” 

Their heads snap over when you open the shower door slightly, their movements not stopping, Johnny only fucks into her faster, a shiver rushing through him at the thought of your eyes connecting with theirs, watching him ruin your childhood friend. 

You grab a small cloth to rub some shampoo out of your eyes, not noticing the two in the room. You close the door and go to continue your shower until a moan cut through the air. Your brows furrow, wondering if you imagined it or if someone really did moan. Your question is answered as the moan is followed by a muffled shut up and you begin to focus on the glass, squinting to try and see who is making the noise.

Johnny growls lowly, his hand covers Sarah’s mouth, cupping it roughly as he fucks into her faster. His other hand slides between her and the counter before finding her swollen clit, rubbing it. Their eyes focused on each other’s as he rests his chin on her shoulder. He fucks and looks at her so intimately, more intimately than his own wife. Johnny’s thrusts become rougher and sloppier as he feels his end approaching. He had missed her sweet, tight cunt. Leaning forward, he whispers. “You better fucking take my cum and keep it in you while you are with my wife, I want to see it still there when I come into your room tonight. Understand, slut?” Sarah whimpers, fucking herself onto him as she nods.

Your eyes widen and tears immediately fill them as you see the figures through the glass. You had wiped some of the steam off only to see your husband fucking your best friend and your hand shoots up quickly to cover your mouth as you try and muffle the sob that tries to escape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away, no matter how much you wanted to. It was like watching a car wreck, you wanted to look away but no matter what your eyes would not stray. You felt sick, your stomach twisted and your heart broke. They didn’t seem to care that you were in the same room, that you could catch them at any moment. You DID catch them…

Johnny grunts, fucking deep into her soft cunt. He feels his tip twitch and his balls tighten, she felt like heaven to him. “I’m going to cum, babygirl. You gonna be a good girl and obey me?” She nods and he lets go, burying his cock deep inside of her, his cum spurting out and painting her walls white. His head falls back, cock still twitching as cum continues to leak from his tip, his hand still rubbing her clit as she cums around him, squeezing his thick cock with her tight walls. With a groan, he slides out of her and tucks himself away. “Good girl.” 

Sarah spins around and smiles, she gets on her tippy toes and places a rough kiss on his lips, as though she was claiming what was hers. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. Johnny pulls back, smiling down at her with a look not even you had seen. With a wink, he leaves the bathroom and Sarah rushes to fix herself, trying to make it look like nothing happened while you sit broken on the shower floor. 

You pull your knees close to your chest as silent sobs slip from your lips and your eyes close. You couldn’t get the image out of your head, them fucking and kissing was engraved into your brain. You don’t want to think about it, but you know deep down that this was probably not the first time, especially with how comfortable and familiar they already seemed with each other. Your throat clenches as the need to throw up hits you, you gulp as you try to stop it. 

“Hey! You nearly done? We gotta get ready or we’re gonna be late!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the rushing water and the tower of thoughts filling your mind.

“Y–” You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the quiver that attaches itself to your voice. “Yeah!” You reply, not having the strength to say anything else. You watch through the glass as she leaves the bathroom, probably to get dressed or fuck your husband again. The thought causes another wave of tears to fall, how had your life turned upside down so fast? You quickly finish up, not daring to go close to the area they were. You could see there was some cum still on the floor and it had made you feel like throwing up again. You couldn’t bother with makeup at this point, you hurriedly got out of that room and into your bedroom.

You could hear the game on downstairs as well as Johnny’s shouts, so you guessed that he was down there and your supposed best friend was here, in your room… Where you sleep next to your husband, falling asleep to whispered, ‘I love you’s’. The clothes you had picked out for her were already on and showing off an extreme amount of skin. You could’ve sworn those clothes were bigger. “Finally! How do I look?” She turns, hands on her hips. 

You had to pull yourself out of your thoughts when she spoke, you could feel yourself slipping. You swallow and nod your head. “...Great.” How were you supposed to act around her now? She was staying for the weekend, and it seemed they probably weren’t going to stop. Was this why Johnny hadn’t slept with you since your wedding? Your eyes widened as you thought back, you hoped your thoughts were wrong, prayed even. “Uh… I might have to cancel for tonight.” You cough, hands falling to your stomach as you put on your well–practiced sick face, you had to play it out that you felt sick. Which wasn’t really a lie… “I think I might’ve come down with something… Or the food I ordered last night might’ve not been so good…” 

Sarah pouts. “Well, that sucks.” She looks down at her clothes. “I don’t really want this outfit to go to waste though, do you mind–?” You shake your head, wanting, NEEDING her to leave. If it were any other situation, you would’ve questioned her selfishness and lack of care, but it really just made sense on why she was fucking your husband. Your grip on your towel tightened as you held it closer to you, following her out as she leaves. You didn’t miss the way Johnny looked at her or how she smirked at him. Has it always been like this? Were you really that blind? You quickly utter a bye before hurrying past your husband without sparing him a look. 

But you weren’t so lucky. “Aren’t you supposed to be going with her?” He had followed you, watching as you slipped your pyjamas on. You didn’t like him seeing you naked, not that you now knew you weren’t the only one. You hadn’t looked at him once, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I… I felt sick so she went herself.” You chewed on your bottom lip to the point it began to bleed, but before Johnny could see, you sucked your lip into your mouth. You crawled into your bed, suddenly feeling dirty as you peered down at it. Had he brought others into it? Was it tainted like your marriage? You quickly shook off the thought and laid down, curling into the mattress, and pulling the blankets closer to you. You needed to think and cry, you didn’t know what to do. Your life had just been flipped upside down and you had no one else, where would you go if you left him? Have other wives felt this? Had they stayed until they had things sorted or left and figured it out on the way? Johnny nods, shrugging before he leaves. How could he switch up so fast? You didn’t sleep with each other, but he still at least gave you a kiss or made it seem like he cared. Was it all an act until she got here? Or did he care but she had clouded his mind? 

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[sarah-yyy]

what: period cdrama // 40 eps, roughly 45 mins each (we’re on ep 29 atm, paid subscription required for vip eps) where: iqiyi (you can also dl the app) // youtube // (ps - usual disclaimer that i do not use eng subs so i don’t speak to the quality of subs) why: do you enjoy jianghu mysteries?? double/hidden-identities??? the shifu-complex trope??? enemies to friends (with a v Divorced-Exes vibe)?? this is the show for you. would enjoy if you enjoyed the blood of youth.

meet Li Lianhua, a somewhat famous jianghu doctor who is rumoured to be able to bring back the dead. this chill but odd man lives in a super cool caravan he built himself! spends his free time gardening and learning how to cook! he's got a cute pet dog as a companion! he is in his Zen Era, everything is going great for him*.

but i promised y'all hidden identities so, surprise surprise!! Li Lianhua is also known as Li Xiangyi, presumed dead master of the Top Jianghu Sect who has been MIA for the past decade

Li Xiangyi was poisoned + seriously injured in battle ten years ago, and for a variety of reasons, decided to retreat from jianghu to live his life in relative peace (while also searching for the remains of his shixiong). the poison he suffers from is fatal, it is emphasised he doesn't have long to live. (*except for the dying bit)

ANYWAY. while going about his day to day, Li Lianhua meets:

Fang Duobing, wannabe jianghu detective. this boy has a++ martial arts skills!! he's (relatively) smart!! he would make a good detective!! but his attempts to do so have been foiled by his Super Influential™ parents who do not want him in harm's way. all my boy wants to do is to successfully enrol in jianghu detective academy and travel the lands!! solve crimes!! he eventually weasels his way into a probationary position by telling the masters of the academy that his shifu is Li Xiangyi

cue extremely fun exchanges like:

FBD: if my shifu li xiangyi could see me now- LLH: your who???????????

these two have a funny strangers to jokingly enemies (LLH made a fool out of FBD and like drugged him the first time they met) to begrudging partners solving crimes to friends dynamic going on, absolutely a+++. FBD goes from 😤 at LLH to must protect this weak man i have decided is my best friend really quickly. i love one (1) boy.

there is also another key character in this, which really just. is the cherry on top of everything that the show has given us so far.

meet Di Feisheng. "villain" extraordinaire. has one (1) goal in life - beat LXY. "killed" LXY in battle ten years ago, but suffered severe injuries himself, so he's been recuperating for the past ten years.

imagine his goddamn surprise when he fucking meets LLH who he thought he defeated ten years ago. (side note: LLH is supposed to look nothing like LXY, but DFS recognised him p much instantly!!) he also learns that LXY was poisoned all those years ago, and was not in his best condition during their battle.

cue DFS going absolutely obsessed with curing LLH of his fatal poisoning so that they can go at it again, this time without any handicaps :)

SO ANYWAY these three go around solving cases together, while LLH/DFS also look into the inconsistencies of certain things that happened ten years ago. all the while the three of them are bickering the entire time.

tl;dr - this is the dynamic we've got going on:

FDB: this is LLH my boyfriend (but he doesn't know it yet) who is also my shifu (but i don't know it yet), and this is his extremely annoying ex-husband DFS who hangs around us and i absolutely HATE (and low-key want to throw in jianghu prison) because they are obviously hiding something from me, but also i would probably die for these two

if you need more convincing:

the cases have all been fun so far - the pacing of the show is quite good, and the cases don't really tend to drag on

the fight scenes are really cool - again, if you liked what they did in the blood of youth, you'll probably like this as well

frail and sickly Cheng Yi, always a bonus

i am going to, at some point, write fic about dfs railing fbd quiet while llh watches, someone hold me to this

[ink-flavored]

💐100 Question Romance & Love OC Ask Game💘

Do you love love? Does your OC feel the same? Look no further for an excuse to talk about everything romance! Plus there's a few about aromanticism in there! I tried to make the questions applicable to most relationships, but you want something a bit more poly-focused, here’s a link to my polycule dynamics game. Remember to send an ask to the person you reblog it from to make sure everyone gets to play!

😍Do they like romance? Have they always hated the idea, or are they a swooning hopeless romantic?

❤️How do they feel about the concept of “love”? What does it mean to them?

❓Have they ever questioned the idea of what “love” is? Where did it lead them?

💞How many times have they been in love?

💭What’s their most formative memory about love or romance? It can be good or bad.

💖What’s the easiest part of love for them?

🖤What’s the hardest part of love for them?

��What do they want the most from a romantic relationship? Is it what they need?

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨Do they prefer a steady partnership or casual dating? Neither?

🥰Who are they in love with right now, if anyone?

🔥Who was their first love? How did it turn out?

💋How romantic do they expect their partner(s) to be in a relationship? Is it a deal-breaker if expectations aren’t met?

💓How romantic are they in a relationship? Does it depend on the partner, or are they moon-eyed with anyone?

💌Which “traditionally romantic” acts (love poetry, flowers, etc.) do they love the most? Would they rather receive this kind of affection, or give it to someone else?

💐Which “traditionally romantic” acts (love poetry, flowers, etc.) do they hate more than anything? When it’s directed at them, or when they’re expected to give it to others?

💟What is the dating culture in their society like? Do they participate in it?

💯What’s their idea of a perfect date?

⏳Have they ever tried speed-dating? How did it go?

📱Have they ever tried dating apps? How did it go?

💍Are they expected by their society to date and/or marry? How do they feel about it?

💜Do they have a “type” of person they tend to date?

📃Do they have high standards about who they date? Low standards?

🧀What’s their cheesiest romantic fantasy? Do they want to recreate it in real life?

💘Do they often “make the first move” when it comes to love? Or are they waiting for the object(s) of their affection to pick up the hints they’re dropping?

📢Are they able to confess romantic feelings easily, or do they clam up at the mere prospect?

💦Is it super obvious when they have feelings for someone, or are they a master at hiding it?

💗What’s the longest amount of time they’ve ever pined after someone?

🤍Have they ever been on either side of an “unrequited love” situation? How did it turn out?

🏃‍♂️Is anybody their “one that got away”? Have they ever “gotten away” from someone else?

💔Have they ever had to break up with someone? Why?

🔂Have they ever broken up and then gotten back together with the same person? How many times? Did it work out in the end?

❌Have they ever been rejected after a confession of love? How did they handle it?

🚫Have they ever had to reject someone else’s feelings? How did it go?

🤏Have they ever had a romantic interest “stolen” before? Have they ever made a move on someone they knew a friend was interested in?

🤔Do they consider “having a crush” and “being in love” different things? Where’s the line?

🤥Have they ever lied to make a relationship more viable? Did it end well, or blow up in their face?

😳Have they ever been broken up with in a situation where it was kiiinda their fault? What was the issue?

🍨What are their methods for getting over a break-up?

🐸Do they tend to jump from one relationship to the next, quickly entering another as soon as the previous one ends? Why?

💡Have they ever been in love with the idea of someone instead of the actual person? What was the aftermath?

💛How important is being in a relationship to them?

📅Have they ever stayed in a relationship long past its expiration date? Why?

💥Did any of their relationships end catastrophically? What happened?

🤝Are they still friends with any of their ex-partners?

😲Have they ever been cheated on before? What happened?

👺Have they ever been the cheater? Were they ever found out?

1️⃣How do they feel about the concept of finding “The One”? Is it an aspiration or something they roll their eyes at?

👀How do they feel about the concept of “love at first sight”? Do they believe in it?

😨Do they have any “taboo” or unpopular opinions about love or romance?

💚Are they aromantic? Have they considered it?

✋Are they loveless? [for an aromantic perspective on lovelessness check out this essay]

💙Have they ever been in a queer-platonic relationship? Would they consider it?

💕Where do they draw the line between friendship and romance, if at all?

✊Do they practice relationship anarchy? [for more information about relationship anarchy, check out this guide]

🔢Are they polyamorous? Have they considered it?

💫How would they feel if, in a monogamous relationship, their partner asked them to try polyamory?

🗂️Do they have a hard time separating their romantic feelings from other kinds of love? Which ones?

⁉️Do they often feel like they’re “doing love wrong” in their relationships? Anything specific?

📈Do they often prioritize romance and love in their life? To the detriment of other relationships?

😡Are they a jealous partner?

👥Are they jealous of any of their friends’ or family members’ relationships?

😥Are they often left behind in love? Were they single and watching all their friends get married?

🤷‍♂️Would they be happy without romantic love in their life?

🚒How important is physical attraction to their romantic relationships?

👯‍♂️Are sex and romance conflated in their culture? How does this impact them?

🥴How often do they expect sex in a romantic relationship? Is it a deal-breaker if expectations aren’t met?

🙅‍♂️How would they feel about being in a sexless relationship?

👫Have they ever been in love with someone who was already in a relationship? How did it turn out?

📚Do they like romance as a genre? In books, movies, games, etc.?

✅Do they have a relationship they can look up to as a positive example of romantic love?

👎Do they have a relationship that’s a perfect example of “what not to do” in their life?

🤕What are their “hang-ups” or insecurities about love and romance?

👄Are they an effective communicator in their relationships?

🦸‍♂️Have they ever played match-maker with their friends or loved ones? How did it go?

🧐Have they ever been “match-made” by someone else? How did it go?

💒Is marriage an important consideration for them? Out of choice, necessity, social pressure?

👰Is marrying for love a rarity in their culture, or commonplace?

💎Would they want to propose to someone, or be proposed to?

🎉Do they want a huge showy proposal, or something more private?

🎁What’s their ideal wedding, on a scale of “courthouse wedding with 5 people maximum” to “100+ guests, massive ceremony, all-night reception”?

👗What sorts of clothes do married couples wear in their culture? Do they plan on wearing the traditional clothes, or doing something different?

🔓Have they ever had to break off an engagement? Why?

🏆What kind of love is prioritized in their society? Does it impact how they’re able to love?

🌹What’s considered “romantic” in their society? How does that impact their relationships?

👪How has their family influenced their ideas of romance and love?

🙋‍♀️How have their friends influenced their ideas of romance and love?

⛪How has their religion or faith influenced their ideas of romance and love?

🗺️What are some cultural customs surrounding love and romance that they practice?

👑Does their culture have any formal courting customs? Have they been taught how to properly court?

💄Are people pressured to fit a specific beauty standard in order to be “romantically viable”? How has this impacted their love life?

🙄Have they ever dated someone for their family’s sake? How did it go?

🤨Have they ever “pity dated” someone? Have they ever been “pity dated” by someone else?

🥣How does their culture view a “serial dater,” or someone who refuses to settle down?

➕Do they care about people’s “body count,” or how many relationships they’ve been in?

👶Would they ever be in a relationship with someone who already had children?

🤱If they ever ended up single with children, how would they feel about entering a new relationship?

🌑Would they date a widow? Would they date again if they were ever widowed?

✏️If they had the chance to erase one past romantic mistake, what would it be?

🩹Do they often give romantic advice to their friends or family? Is it good advice?

👂Do they often seek romantic advice from friends or family? Has it helped?

[julsvu]

hello! i saw you take request about pjo and honestly, i loved your fics about leo! i was gonna ask if you could do general dating or crush headcanons about percy, similar to your one leo fic (i dont remember which one but i think you get it???)

thank u thank u thank u if you do it!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

gn! reader

💬: hii!! im so glad you loved my leo fics :D thank u sm for requesting! this is my first time writing for percy :')

📒: fluff, friends to lovers, reader is implied to be a demigod, not proofread (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

percy crushing on you hcs

everyone in the camp knew this boy was whipped for you

especially his friends

HE IS DOWN BAD

grover literally knows EVERY detail of you even if you guys aren't close because of percy

he knows that you have a small mole on the left side of your face, how your nose slightly scrunches up whenever you focus on something, your favorite food/the food you always eat for breakfast, the little bracelet you wear everyday because of percy

percy sometimes talks to blackjack for advice?? or just rambles to the pegasus about you (he'd look crazy without context)

the Aphrodite cabin ships you two SO MUCH

sometimes they'd set you and percy up

but to percy's disappointment, you just brush it off because you always interpreted their ways as a way to make fun of you both

spaces out whenever he looks at you

his friends have to physically shake him out of it for at least 9 seconds before he gets back to his senses

whenever that happens though, they have to sike him up to actually talk to you

if a person pulls a dirty trick on you especially during training, percy's eyes would be burning holes through them

he doesn't hide his glare at all too 😭

his friends try and give you hints that percy has a crush on u, but they're REALLY subtle and careful about it

except for leo 💀

"y'know, percy has the hots for you," he randomly says in the middle of your guys' conversation??? like u guys could be talking about how the sky's so blue and then boom he says that

anyway

they'd definitely form a game plan to get you guys together for real (annabeth would be the mastermind)

they'd probably set you guys up to a blind date in this pizza place nearby

during the date, percy made up his mind instantly after you laughed at his ridiculous joke

he wanted to date you, not just have a crush on you. he wanted to love you, in a real way, not just from afar

and so he confessed

he was resisting the urge to kick his feet and giggle when you accepted his confession /j

his friends were probably disguised as "normal" customers, sitting in the booth across from you guys, or beside you guys, silently cheering for you both once they overheard that you accepted percy's confession

percy dating hcs

loads of aquarium dates!!

he'd gossip with you, a lot

hear me out!! minecraft dates!!

he'd put your beds together and stuff, and you guys have a pet axolotl whose name is a mix of yours and percy's (basically your shipname)

is BIG on pda, he likes to show you off, even the nymphs know you're dating atp

but he'd tone it down if you want him to, of course

whenever there's a new trend that comes up on any socmed app, he's so quick to invite you to do it

he definitely made a kisses hoodie for you soskpsf

you'd have triple dates with leo and calypso, and frank and hazel 💯💯💯

he's so observant it's scary

he's the first one to notice whenever you aren't feeling good

always checks up on you

sally also hears about you all the time !! whenever percy comes home from camp he likes to tell stories about what you and him have done

she already sees you as an in-law (even if you guys haven't met properly yet)

some of percy's pfps on his main social medias would be him posing with kiss marks all over his face from you

if you ever post yourself on social media, he hypes you up so much in the comments

expect at least a millisecond after posting, you'd have 28 comments from him immediately 😭

"THATS SMY PARTNER RIGHT THERE"

"I LOVE YOUU77I"

"everyone back off they're taken BY ME"

whenever someone compliments you infront of him he's like "i know, right? my partner's so amazing"

he emphasizes the word "partner" whenever he notices that the person might be interested in you, too

he can't help being a little protective

percy jackson, if you can hear us, please percy jackson, please save us percy jackson, please save us percy jackson

© 2024 JULSVU. all rights reserved. please don't plagiarize, translate, put in other websites or copy my work without permission. ty!

[luna-naoffcial]

Criminal Love

—PART FOUR

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

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PART ONE | PART THREE | PART FIVE |

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18 years old

"How delightful! You look absolutely stunning!" Elizabeth exclaimed with excitement as you briefly glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

Paul had extended an invitation to you for the upcoming prom, which you accepted given your close friendship with him. "Paul will undoubtedly be completely smitten with you tonight," Elizabeth remarked with a grin as she playfully nudged you in the side. "We are merely friends," you clarified. "Oh, really? And how about Alastor, your 'friend' as well?" Elizabeth chuckled, causing you to frown. "What are you implying?" you inquired.

"Are you not aware? It is quite obvious that Alastor holds strong feelings for you." "That is not true. We are the best of friends and have been for thirteen years." "Indeed. In ten years from now, when you are married, I expect a brand new house with three bedrooms for my brats."

"How delightful." You smirked. "I will do my best to accommodate your request." You teased. She batted her eyelashes at you. You gently pushed her away from your face, chuckling as she complained about her now ruined makeup. A soft knock came from your door. There stood the gentleman in question.

"Hello, Al." Alastor's gaze swept over you, taking in your appearance. The emotions that surged within him every time he was near you were becoming increasingly difficult to contain as you both grew older.

"My dear, you look... stunning." He complimented, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and one leg crossed in front. "Why, thank you very much." You gave a small curtsy. "And who is the fortunate gentleman that will be accompanying you this evening?" Alastor inquired, managing a smile despite his evident jealousy.

"Paul, but we are just friends." You reassured him. "I see. Well, I certainly hope he treats you with the utmost respect and kindness." Alastor composed himself and walked towards you, taking your hand and kissing your knuckle. "Have a delightful time." He offered his signature smile before releasing your hand.

You couldn't help but feel a warm sensation on your cheeks. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the apparent lack of awareness that two should be fucking in her opinion by now. "Remember about my 3 brats." Elizabeth said as she walked away, you let out a scoff. "Unbelievable." You muttered. As Alastor was now frowning in confusion.

"You don't wanna know." You mumbled "This is incredibly thrilling!" Elizabeth exclaimed with delight. You held onto Paul's arm rather firmly due to your nervousness. "You will be alright." Paul reassured as you looked up to him with a nervous smile.

And he was correct, the evening was not as unpleasant as you had imagined. Everyone was having a wonderful time, you were enjoying your dance with Paul, Lizzy somehow managed to find some marijuana and alcohol, causing you to chuckle at her state as she coaxed her way to a random lad to the bathroom As the night progressed, you and Paul made your way back home. I had a wonderful time, thank you, Paul." You smiled as he escorted you back home. Paul was smiling and looking down at the ground. You both came to a sudden halt and gradually met each other's gaze.

"May I ask you something?" Paul began. "Certainly." you replied with a smile. "I... 1 have developed feelings for you. I am unsure if you feel the same way, but I felt it was important for you to be aware of them." Your eyes widened in surprise as a blush formed on your face. Could this be the moment you finally acquire your first romantic partner?

"Are you serious?" you inquired, your voice betraying a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "Yes," he replied, his cheeks also flushed with a hint of nervousness. "I know we won't be seeing each other as frequently now that we've graduated, and I wanted to ask if you would consider being my girlfriend?"

You couldn't deny his appeal. With his striking blond hair and captivating blue eyes, he was a sight to behold. And now, he had just confessed his feelings for you. "Well, this is unexpected," you responded, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "Umm, sure!"

Paul's smile widened at your reaction. You both stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in. Then, he leaned in closer. You felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation as you slowly leaned in as well, initially hesitant but ultimately surrendering to the moment. Your lips met his, and after a few seconds, you gently pulled away, gazing into his mesmerizing ocean-like eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" he asked, his voice filled with hope. You nodded in agreement as he took your hand and kissed your knuckle. "Good night, my dear." He released your hand and walked away, leaving you standing outside your house in a state of confusion.

Meanwhile, Alastor stood behind a tree, observing the entire scene. He felt a pang of sadness and anger as he realized that his best friend, the woman he was in love with, had kissed someone else. He gritted his teeth together, trying to suppress his emotions.

Kill him

A voice whispered inside his head. Alastor could not resist the voices any longer and felt a transformation occurring within him. His captivating honey colored eyes, which you cherished, gradually changed into a deep crimson hue, allowing the demonic essence within him to finally assume control.

[cmdrfupa]

Time Moves Slow

Continuation of “How I feel”

Hiromi x Reader

Unrequited love

Hiromi didn't want to see how your face fell when you met his date, but it was hard to miss. You were not just his close coworker but also his friend, someone he had feelings for, and he didn't want to hurt you.

It's almost like you cared. Like you didn't want to hear Hiromi say he was seeing someone.

Of course, you can feel how you want; it's your feelings. But why did you care now? You were seeing someone so what did it matter? 

"Hiromi? You alright?" 

"Yes. Sorry. Just thinking on the case I received before we left out."

"Yeah? What can you tell me about it?" 

"Nothing," he sips his coffee, feeling the cup's warmth against his palm, looking out at the passing pedestrians outside the cafe. "I'd sat the file on my desk, and we walked out." Almost scalding, the bottom of the very hot mug rested in his palm, but his thoughts of you, like a persistent ache, distracted him from the wink of pain.

His date seemed unconvinced but didn't push further. Iana instead reached over the table to hold his free hand. 

"What are you doing? He pulled away, confused by the sudden motion.

"I- I wanted to hold your hand. I should've asked." The embarrassment was evident as her darting eyes couldn't find a place to land.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I just wasn't paying attention. I'm not used to too much PDA. You'll have to forgive me."

Hiromi reached over and gently grabbed her hand, his thumb lightly circling as he went for another sip of coffee. "Tell me about your day. Final exams were coming up the last time we got together. Did your students perform well?"

 

Hiromi couldn't help but feel a slight ache back in his office. He forced himself to be over you. Hearing about your new romantic partner made it easier. Yet, seeing how your jaw tensed and hand clenched when he introduced his date challenged that. "She's dating someone. I told her how I felt, and it wasn't reciprocated. It's done. Get over it, Higuruma."

His gaze is fixed on the screen of his computer, but his mind is far away for the remainder of the work day.

Despite his attempts to move on, he finds himself lingering on hopes and what-ifs, unable to shake the feeling that there could have been something between you two. There was something there. You wouldn't have been so obviously unamused at his date if there wasn't. Hiromi didn't consider himself a risk taker, but he'd take all the risks for you. He'd step off of his usual path for you. 

Staring blankly at the screen, his thoughts are filled with acceptance, knowing that even this month-old relationship was just a place filler. It wasn't meant to last. But you still weren't his. Yet.

Pulling up the app, he quickly texted before packing up for the day.

05:41pm Message from Higuruma H.:

Could you come to my office tomorrow? Whenever you're free. It's nothing urgent. I just want to catch up.

Thanks

Kento looked down at your phone and saw a text from Higuruma, knowing it was your coworker who recently confessed his feelings.

"Was that my phone?" You asked from your kitchen, grabbing snacks for your movie night.

"No. Was mine. Friends want to go out tonight, but I'm not feeling it." He quickly deleted the text, swiping from your recent app to cover himself. "You are much better company than them, darling."

You sat the charcuterie board down in front of you, sitting next to Kento before poking his chest. "Oh, you're just being sweet so we can watch Sense and Sensibility again."

"If it works, then yes." Kento kisses your temple, smiling as he grabs a biscotti from the board. "Before the movie goes, can we talk about something?"

There is a subtle tension in his jaw, your hand instinctually soothing it. "What is it?" His eyes held a determined gaze to tell you he was serious about his words.

"I know we tried this in the past. But I want to show you how serious I am about us." Kento grabbed a small trinket box from his satchel and placed it in your hand. "I had you once and didn't understand how incredible having your love was. I don’t want to lose that. I want us to become exclusive... again. To focus on fostering the great relationship I know we can have."

That feeling of uncertainty settled in your gut, and you knew you should’ve led with it. He tried slowing things down only a week ago to avoid emotions flaring. Now, he wanted exclusivity. He's showing up currently, but he is good for not keeping his word. He showed you this when he stood you up on your anniversary and, after a terrible case, told you he wanted to go out for drinks with friends when all you needed was him. Your first time breaking up was because he could never show up and be present. But your fear of being unloved and alone preceded the apparent red flags around his intentions.

There was going to be no permanent change. And Kento was well aware of that.

[charliedawn]

Slashers x Reader

18+ only. Thank you.

Author : You are the slasher's partner and get jealous when they seem to be seeing someone else behind your back. Enjoy.

"WHAT THE HELL FREDDY ?!"

Freddy almost fell off the bed at your scream and when you entered your shared bedroom with a phone in hand, his old cellphone to be exact..He knew he was in trouble.

"WHO THE FUCK IS MANDY, HUH ?! AND WHY IS SHE F*CKING SENDING YOU TEXTS LIKE THAT ?! 'WANNA HAVE FUN TONIGHT ? WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN ? LOTS OF KISSES ?!' WHAT IN THE ACTUAL F*CK, FREDDY ?!"

You started reading out loud some of the rather suggestive texts and Freddy sighed. Sh*t. You had found his old hook-up slut..He sighed and tried to explain.

"Listen, sweetheart.."

"DON'T YOU F*CKING SWEETHEART ME ! WHO IS SHE ?!"

There was a moment when Freddy was well...speechless. How to tell you he used to get lonely ? So, he had heard of some app that hooked you up with some local people searching for one-night flings. However, he hadn't used the app in a long time and he was starting to get fed up of being yelled at..

"If you'd just let me explain I.."

"SHE'S STILL SENDING YOU NUDES, FREDDY ! NUDES ! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR EXPLANATIONS. I'M LEAVING !"

You were about to leave when Freddy grabbed your wrist and spun you around with a dark scowl on his face.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE !"

You sent him a nasty glare and in a fit of rage, slapped him.

"F*CKING LET GO OF ME, FREDDY ! I'M TIRED OF YOUR BULLSH*T !"

Freddy seemed stunned for a moment before he brought his fingers to the fresh cuts on his face..He then cackled darkly before his whole demeanor changed.

"...Oh. You're so gonna regret that."

Before you could as much as let out a squeak, he grabbed you once more and pinned you to the bed. He then gently traced the side of your face with one of his very sharp blades. For a moment, you were afraid he was actually going to kill you—but he seemed to read your mind and shook his head.

"Oh no no, sweetheart..You know very well I don't do that anymore. You're the only one I see, but if you ain't f*cking sure ? Let me remind you.."

He took the phone away from you and deleted the contact without even giving it a second glance. You frowned—still not convinced—but he then kissed you passionately and straddled your lap while letting his hands wander all over your body. You tried to protest, but finally gave in when he bit your lower lip and gained access to your mouth. You moaned and Freddy smirked.

"For someone who hates my guts, you're kinda sending me mixed messages here, sweetheart..", he teased and you groaned loudly in annoyance.

"Shut up.." You pulled him closer and kissed him again.

You couldn't keep the tears from falling and Freddy pressed your foreheads together so you may look at him in the eyes.

"...Mandy is an old friend of mine. And yeah, we used to fuck. Don't act all surprised. Never said I was a virgin..Besides, my last conversation with her was well before I met you. Check my answers before bitching, yeah ?"

You huffed in annoyance and even though Freddy was infuriating, you knew he was right. And the real reason of your anger wasn't because he had lovers before you.

It was also because you were afraid of being one of them.

You hadn't told him everything..like how Mandy wasn't the only contact he had on his phone. It wasn't just one or two persons. He had had plenty of anonymous people who he never called back. You then let out a long sigh as he started kissing your neck and leaving a trail of hickeys there.

You wondered how much time it will take before you ended up another nameless contact on that phone ?

"WHO THE F*CK IS LAURIE ?!"

The name made Michael snap his head at you and the letters you held in your hands, letters Laurie had sent him but he had never been brave enough to answer..

He didn't understand why you were so upset when you thew the letters at him.

"YOU JERK ! I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU ! I LOVE YOU AND YOU DO THIS ?! CHEATING ?! THAT'S IT ! I'M LEAVING YOU !"

The word 'leaving' triggered something in Michael and his eyes darkened as his features hardened. No one was leaving him. Not now. Not ever..You turned around to leave, not expecting Michael to stop you. He suddenly grabbed you by the back of the neck to shove your head against the door—not caring about the bruises it would leave in the morning.

"LET GO, YOU BIG OAF ! LET GO OF ME, YOU CHEATER !" You started screaming and thrashing against him, but he held you in a vice grip and whispered in your ear.

"One more word...And I'll cut off your tongue."

You bit down on your lower lip, knowing very well he wouldn't hesitate before putting his threat in execution. You remained silent for a long while, even though your heart was hammering in your chest. His body was pressed against yours and his hair tickled your cheek as his breath hit your shoulder. He was trying his best to stay calm and not hurt you, but it was hard..

"Laurie..is my sister.", he finally disclosed and you frowned.

Michael has a sister ? He did tell you he used to have family, but he never actually talked about them..Surely because they were all dead, or didn't want to talk to him. Or, because everyone he ever loved ended up killed by his own hands. Your eyes then widened at the realization of what you had said. Sh*t. He knew now. You tried to turn around to apologize, but he didn't let you.

Michael fist his hand in your hair and pulled.

"Don't..", you tried to protest—but his grip tightened. You chocked on your own words as you felt his eyes piercing holes at the back of your skull.

"You said...You love me ?"

You closed your eyes and sighed. It was the first time you had ever said it out loud. You didn't answer and Michael groaned in annoyance.

"...Why ? Why tell me this ? You know what will happen to you.."

You blinked your tears away.

"I figured since you had someone else..You didn't love me so..What is the point in hiding it anymore ?", you looked up at him with a small grieving smile. "I love you, Michael Myers."

Michael's heart stopped..He started shaking and felt Myers at the back of his neck—begging to be let out. His grip loosened and he pulled his mask off—letting it fall to the floor. You frowned in incomprehension until you saw Michael's face—his eyes staring at you intensely and his breathing hectic. He suddenly clasped his hand over the back of your neck to crash your lips together.

He wouldn't hold back anymore. The curse and Myers be damned.

He wouldn't let Myers tell him what to do anymore—he could go to Hell as far as he was concerned..

Jack laughed when you told him you suspected he was cheating on you and gestured around the both of you theatrically.

"Darling..Be serious. I'm a ghost. A very sexy one. But, a ghost nonetheless. Who do you want me to cheat on you with ? The walls ?"

Okay..It did sound silly now that you thought about it. You were the only human in the hotel. But, then you realized something.

"..Another ghost ?", you asked with a challenging raised eyebrow and your arms crossed over your chest.

Jack bit his lower lip in order not to burst out laughing again. Why would he go waste his time with a bunch of cold dead bodies when he could have you ?

"Nah. Too cold. It would be like f*cking an iceberg—except the iceberg would enjoy it. Believe me."

He raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively and you rolled your eyes. It did make sense, but it didn't explain why he had been moaning and grunting alone for an hour or so by himself in the living room...The walls were thin and you had no doubt it was Jack you had heard. When you told him, he laughed again.

You frowned and were about to shout when Jack gestured for you to follow him. You hesitated before finally indulging and then, Jack opened the door leading to the room you had heard the noises from.

A lot of different explanations had crossed your mind, but you didn't expect to be met with a giant Christmas tree.

"Well...Merry Christmas in advance I guess ?"

Your eyes watered at the realization Jack had in fact cut down a tree for you—knowing how much you loved the holiday. It made sense now. He had cut it himself and dragged it inside before hauling it up in the main living room..

"That thing is heavy. I had to pull and push all the way. I know I'm loud, but I didn't mean for you to hear..Hum...Yeah."

He sheepishly admitted and waited for your reaction—one that didn't make itself wait. You jumped in his arms and peppered his face with kisses.

"I LOVE IT ! THANK YOU SO MUCH !"

Jack was taken aback for a second before he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

"No problem. I was never a fan of all that mushy stuff but..HEY ! As long as it makes you happy.."

You smiled against his lips and what had started as chaste thankful kisses turned into a long and sensual makeout session.

"Not that I'm complaining but...Better get your hands off me before I start thinking of all the ways you could repay me.."

You knew he was joking, but you didn't stop and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"...And what would these 'many ways' entail, hmm ?"

Jack deadpanned for a second before his mischievous smile matched yours.

"~Oh honey..You got no idea."

Norman seemed rather distant with you and you started suspecting he was seeing someone else. So, when you noticed a phone on the counter of the hotel—you assumed it to be his. You then saw several texts from a mysterious number with lots of red hearts involved..It was no surprise when you decided to confront Norman about them.

"NORMAN ! WHO IS THAT ?! IS THAT WHAT YOU'VE BEEN HIDING FROM ME, HUH ?! WHERE YOU'VE BEEN GOING ALL THOSE NIGHTS I WOKE UP ALONE IN OUR BED ?!.."

Norman waited for your jealous ranting to be over, sitting in a corner and watching you let all your anger out. Finally, when you were finished, he sighed and stood up to approach you.

He stopped just a few inches from you and tilted his head to the side. You thought he was about to snap and prepared yourself for pain, but was surprised when he only gently stroked your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, my dear. You know that. Besides, I do not have a phone. I'm an 'old man', remember ?"

You shook your head and looked back at the phone in your hand...It was true Norman never ready liked technology. But, you had seen him use this one several times before. If it wasn't him, then who else ?

"Someone saw my phone ?"

You both looked back at the young man now looking around frantically and you looked down at the phone in your hand..

"Is..your name Norman ?", you asked and the young man's eyes settled on you before he nodded.

"Yup. Norman Skalviski. Nice to meet you."

Norman chuckled knowingly next to you before taking the phone and giving it back to its owner.

"Here, my good fellow. And please, do not misplace it again."

The young man's face flushed red in embarrassment, even more than you, before he nodded shortly and retrieved the phone.

"Thank you. I will."

He then scurried off sight and the moment he was gone, you started apologizing profusely to Norman. But, he only chuckled and shook his head.

"No need, my dear. Norman is a very common name, darling. And don't forget that I own a hotel."

He then traced your upper arm with his fingers and when they reached your face—he grabbed your chin and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"However, think twice before accusing me of something like that, alright ? Remember who you are talking to, sweetie."

It wasn't Norman's voice anymore, he never called you sweetie..But, the way his eyes looked deep into yours and waited for your approval. You knew if you had been anyone else, your body would have ended up in a ditch somewhere.

Norman doesn't like when people judge, even more without proof. He may let it slide the first time, but he won't accept it on a daily basis.

"YOU LYING JERK !"

Beetlejuice didn't understand what you were mad about until you threw a tube of lipstick at him. He blinked several times at the unknown object now in his hands and raised his eyes at your expectant face.

"Erm...Am I supposed to say thanks or..?"

You rolled your eyes before clarifying.

"This isn't mine, genius. Now, tell me. Who have you been f*cking behind my back, huh ?"

Beetlejuice leaned forward and scoffed.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I ain't f*cking no one but you..Jealousy really doesn't look good on you, babes. Careful with the wrinkles."

You gasped—clearly offended—and were about to slap him when he grabbed your wrist and clicked his tongue.

"Nuh-huh. Don't do that. I'm no saint, but I never lied to you. You're my one and only. D'ya really think I'd be hiding it if I was sleeping around, huh ?"

It made sense. Kinda. When you met him, Beetlejuice wouldn't shut up about his many amazing reviews on the dating ghost app or something..You didn't even know why you had decided to give him a chance. But, you had and now, you were regretting it.

You were about to shout again when a knock was heard at the door.

It only dawned on you who that lipstick belonged to when Lydia came in—red in the face and asked if you had seen her tube of dark lipstick. It was your time to blink several times before sighing loudly and throwing the tube of lipstick you had found at her. A smile brightened her face as she caught it and thanked you.

The moment she was out of the room, you could feel Beetlejuice's smugness before he even opened his mouth.

"....So. I'm still a lying jerk ?"

You didn't reply and Beetlejuice taunted you with a sh*t-eating grin. He then snorted when you only humphed petulantly.

"Yeah..That's what I thought."

"PENNYWISE !"

He appeared right next to you in an instant and his eyes widened significantly at your infuriated expression.

"Hum...Yes ?"

You shoved a phone you had found buried between the sofa's cushions and asked with clear suspicion in your voice.

"Who is 'sexy goose' ?"

He looked at the phone in his hand, then back at you, then back at the phone..

"...Erm. I think you got the wrong clown here. Penny is the one with a phone. Not me. Besides, I'm pretty sure I don't do 'sexy'. Heck, I don't even do sex."

You deadpanned for a few seconds before realizing he was right. Pennywise had taken forever to even ask you out and to touch him would take months of coaxing. So, him having an affair would be really unlikely.

"...Oh. Right."

Pennywise chuckled before wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Don't worry. It's cute really. Nice to see you care—or that you can be jealous."

You were gobsmacked by the sheer nerve.

"Wh—I'M NOT JEALOUS !"

He laughed when you tried to deny and shuffled your hair playfully.

"Yeah yeah..Whatever you say."

Penny could already tell that you were upset the moment you stepped in the room and didn't even look up at you before replying to you silent impending question.

"She's my dentist.."

You closed your mouth and sat down next to him.

"Oh..."

Penny looked up at you with a knowing smirk.

"...You were jealous, weren't you?", he taunted and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"No.."

It wasn't convincing and Penny chuckled.

"You humans are so funny.."

Bonus : A newbie ! Hush from the movie Hush. His name is supposed to be The Man, but I found it better to give him the name of the movie. 😁

Hush didn't understand when you decided to lock yourself in the house, not until you showed him his phone. You laid its surface flat against the glass and his eyes widened a little when he saw the texts there..He was stunned for a moment before he took off his mask. Then, a small smile crept on his face.

"Come on, darling..Let me in and I'll explain everything."

Your eyes filled with tears and you shook your head.

"No..Not after this. Get the fuck out of my life."

His smile fell and he glared at you before suddenly knocking the glass with his fist, which made you take a step back in surprise.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be. Come on, sweetie. Open up."

You took a couple of steps back and finally, Hush's expression hardened as he realized you meant it. He then seethed through gritted teeth.

"Open the door. Now. Or, I swear you'll regret it.."

You closed your eyes and plugged in your earphones—drowning put his voice and Hush kept pounding on the door until he was certain you wouldn't open. He then sighed and put his mask back on.

"Fine..Have it your way."

Hush looked around for an entrance, but you knew better. You had locked all the doors and windows and even though, Hush wasn't one to quit easily. He waited until you were asleep before sneaking in through the one passage he knew you had no idea of the existence, a secret tunnel leading inside the house..

He then crept into the bedroom and laid down in front of you—watching you sleep. He waited until your eyes slowly opened before suddenly clamping his hand on your mouth—muffling any sound that could have gotten out of your mouth.

"Ssh..Keep it down. Someone might hear you, sweetie."

The moment he lowered his hand, you spat.

"Fuck you !"

You then tried to get out of the bed, but de grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

"Well..Not after that little stunt you just pulled. Really ? You thought you could get rid of me by closing a door on me ?"

He sounded amused and it unnerved you.

"You messaged her..That woman. Who is she even ?"

Hush stared wordlessly at the phone in your hand and sighed before cupping your cheeks and making you look at him.

"...I'm a killer, Y/N. And you know what happens to my victims. My games. So, believe me when I say that the b*tch is long dead."

Your brow furrowed with uncertainty, but you finally sighed and smiled weakly.

"Fine. I trust you.."

He kissed you and you let him..But, you weren't fooled. Hush was known for his mind games and his dishonesty. You had written down the mysterious number, and you would find out if Hush was telling the truth—one way or another.

[kleefkruid]

Hi,

If it's not too personal to ask how do you manage so many friends and relationships as an autistic person, quite frankly I'm in awe and want to know your secrets because I suck at it badly and I'm quite lonely.

Hi anon! I actually don't have too big of a social circle. Well in the eyes of the average person who does not have social issues. But while I don't have data on the amount of friends autistic people have, I think we can safely assume it tends to be lower than the average.

But that wasn't the question, so I'm gonna break down where my relationships (general) come from, from obvious to more complicated.

Firstly I have a pretty good relationship with my family. So, I'm often out and about with my mum, and when I get too lonely I can call her so she's kinda the baseline. I also do trips with my step-sister. We did not grow up together (8 year age gap, I was out of the house when she arrived) but we have a lot in common and do art shows together, free friend.

Secondly, dating. I'm better at dating than making friends tbh. I use dating apps, always. Here I honestly have the advantage that I have a pretty agreeable face. It's a pretty basic maths game. I'm thin, I have red hair, I dress fairly feminine, I get responses. However personality wise I'm very authentic on there so a lot of these conversations end pretty fast haha. But because I have a pretty high first response rate, I also get the people who like it when you're a bit odd. I always try to keep the talking online part pretty short.

Thirdly, the first way I make friends is mooching off my family and friends. This is a time honoured practice amongst autistics. As a young child I would get put in the same hobbies as my cousins, and so when the friends from our hobby invited my cousin somewhere, they kinda had to ask me too. As an adult you can pretty much do the same thing, although it's pretty much more accepted now, most notably in the concept of bringing around a partner. Most people I've met the past year have been trough my partner. I met their housemates by well, being in the house, I've met their colleagues in the tattooshop, I've met other friends and I've also just met a lot of their aquintances. Because they do tattoo events, in a pub for instance, and I helped, the people in this pub know me now too. The first time I'm just 'some date' helping out. But now they know me as a seperate person. I can run into these people and have a talk with them. My partners best friend liked my badges, and I said she could try making some if she wanted. So we did that. I would not know any of these people without my partner. Some of them will always be my partners friend first, but there are some of their aquintances I know better now, because I ran into them more often, or we had something in common my partner doesn't.

The fourth part is the difficult one. That's just straight up talking to new people without any mediator. Generally this is easiest done where nobody else knows each other either. For instance when you start a new degree, everyone is generally pretty open to talking to new people because well, everyone is new. Some people might already be paired up but they generally want to know more people. I started a degree this year. So I've been talking to new people there. Some people made it easy, like a guy who went round asking everyones phone numbers to start a class whatsapp. Besides that it's just the classic kinda forced ways, like when you're both clearly walking into the same direction and you already know this person is in your class but you still go "hey, you're also in (class) right? Good, I'm going the right direction then!" it's all scripts too honestly, we're not the only ones that resort to those. Outside classic settings like a new school it's a bit more complicated, but the art is figuring out when people do like to have a new conversation. For instance today I did an art market again. You're put next to random people, and you're there for hours. No matter how good the day goes, there are boring bits. When people are insanely bored, they're pretty happy to talk, espectially about their passions. So I'll ask how their sales are going, which immediately turns into a conversation about their work. I also will ask them to watch my stuff while I go to the toilet, and then tell them I don't mind doing the same for them. People seem to prefer that order over me just going "hey I can watch your stuff," they'll accept my help when they've already helped me.

You probably notice this is a lot of analysing. I do that a lot. I see what other people say to initiate conversations, make note, and try the same sentence later. It's not like masking bc I'm still being myself, but I'm utulising other peoples social skills just like you'd use cooking techniques you've observed. If you bake a succesful cake you're not fake baking, and if you make a genuine fun social connection it's not masking either. My partner is very good at talking to new people bc their job is to make people comfortable before stabbing them with many tiny needles. So I've been learning a lot from them. I have another friend who will not initiate so many conversations, but who is very chill and just inviting like that. I also try to take from that.

I also try to keep a lot of tiny little doors open. If someone is interested in a material I use, I'll go "if you want the link, message me sometime, here's my instagram. Offering to make buttons with my partners friend is also an open door. I didn't say "we should do that" I went "If you want to try sometime, I can send you the template, just let me know!" and they did come back to it. Often people don't, but often they do. Because I left an open invitation. When I post an event I'm doing or Danny is doing on here, that's also an open door. Much more general and less people will respond to that bc it's general, but some people do!

This is very specific to my situation, but it is a breakdown of what I do! Today on an art market I ran into some friends of my sister. I ran into 2 people I had a conversation with after one got a little tattoo at Danny's event. I also talked to my neighbors at the table. I talked to someone I previously bought art from. Yesterday I was out with my dad I ran into a friend of my mums, and a girl who got a tattoo last time at the pub event. It's all tiny networks. All these people (except my mums friend) I've met in the past year and a half. Just continuously going out. Sometimes trough people, sometimes by doing things on my own, like the art market, or school.

and yes doing this is all still stressful haha, I was diagnosed with social phobia only 3 years back. It's constant exposure therapy. I still go "oh why did I say that" multiple times a day. but yet people do want to hang out with me. Not all as intensely, but enough to have fun and not be lonely every day. Still some days, but always getting better.

this is a very long answer but you know, the autism is in the details, if I'd say "oh you know I just talk to people" that would be no use :)

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WELCOME TO MY PAGE !!

about me 💁🏻‍♀️ -

hi! im delilah !! (not my real name but js go w it) !! im new to tumblr, but ive been a fan of the triplets since spring of 2022. i lowkey started off being a matt girl, but kinda switched to chris not too long ago, i know its stupid to switch but wtv. (i love all equally, js chris a lil more yk 🤤) i also met the triplets on tour? which was a crazy experience. i prefer to keep everything personal (detailed looks, age, etc.) off of this app, so all you really need to know is that i’m between the ages of 16-18, so im old enough lmfao.

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i would love to get to know everyone on here and be friends or wtv, i’ve been on here a little bit here n here, but i only just now made an account, but i would love to get close with everyone !! and don’t be afraid to message me about anything! my dms (i think that’s what they’re called on here) are always open!!

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i plan on maybe writing a couple story’s/oneshots, but im not the best writer (be aware) so just trust the process !! if i do write, it’ll most likely contain smut, so just a fair warning !! what i wont ever write is, incest, *weird kinks*, or nick w a female partner in any sexual way !!

MASTER LIST !!

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great follow up news everyone I HAVE DOWNLOADED THE TUMBLR APP 💥💥💥💥💥 (yes i've been using the website all this time lmao

i also recently have finished artttt it will be my first here after the deletion of my previous ones from a LOOOONG time ago

after being in my head for MONTHS she's finally here <3333 Marble Cake Cookie !!!!

yeah i intended of making a silly lawyer partner for Langue but also an older sibling of Marble Bread cause he deserves more content /silly

and uh Marble Danish suddenly appears sooo ‼️‼️‼️ he's the dad <333

LOREEE TALK uhm i still need to expand more buuut she's used to be in one academy as Langue which is basically how they met (i LOVE LOVEE old friends to lovers). though Langue graduated earlier than her so they lost contact for a while,,,, until one day they met again and it was like

a rainy day. Langue took a taxi to go home from his office (someone'a gotta take care of his parents /lh /pos) and the rain was sooo bad that basically its hard for everyone to find a ride home. then uhh someone was like "hey hey can i please please ride too?? i dont want to get too soggy..!!! /lh" and the driver was like "get in miss and i hope you dont mind my current passenger"—btw uhm Langue was already prepared for something like this. and then when she got in and looked at Langue and uhh

"OMG WAIT ARE YOU MARBLE CAKE????"

"BRO YEAH UHHH YOU'RE LANGUE DE CHA—"

"YES THATS ME OH MY GOD"

then they chatter until Langue made to his destinatiom,,,, plus they finally get to share contacts :333

AAHAHHSHS OKAY THATS ALL WHOOP— maybe in the next post i can rant about an oc i ship with xylitol nova /silly

ahem bonus image <3333 silly lawyers i'm going to jail /JJJJJ

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Bunny (Part 1)

masterlists, part 2

Tw: self depreciation

Minors and ageless blogs please DNI

My first proper Yandere OC, with actual names and appearances. There will be many parts to this, kinda slow burn yandere , short introductory post for now and i no i did not proofread </3

hope you like it <3 enjoyy

So you're this lonely office worker, looking for love. Maybe perhaps you're just trying to follow the mainstream channel of Studying well, working well, get good at office politics, finding a good spouse, not get into crippling debt, having kids then finally die. In that order. Or you're just, simply lonely.

But it is hard though. So damn hard. It wasn't because you're undesirable. With the help of dating apps, you could easily get a partner. You may not be that 1% of people who are Aphrodites or Adonises, but there is still a demand for you, the average person, on the dating market. If you made the first move, a lot of your coworkers would say yes, a lot of the regular patrons at the bar would say yes and a lot of the random passengers that also rides the subway train would say yes, because they too, are fucking lonely.

Now you would simply settle for a good Ol' average Joe or Joessica. Have an average relationship with average ups and downs, average life and average funeral. But you don't want to, you have a debilitating fear of abandonment, and, you believe that everyone will eventually find you annoying and would finally leave you. Not if you leave them first.

You understand, you get it. You're just like everyone else, wanting assurance that their partner would never leave them. Wanting their partner to prove their undying loyalty. But... you're not even sure how can someone give their 101% to you, what does that even look like? You don't even know how to prove that you'll stay in the relationship. That's fair, everyone is simply trying their best and you should too.

You can't really stay long in a relationship because of that fear of heartbreak, fear of abandonment, fear of giving all of you and having the other party just throw it all away, fear of betrayal, fear of disappointment. Well, you can't really be disappointed when your expectations for others are in the negatives, can you?

But you still try, and that's admirable.

You met him through a mutual friend. Your friend likes playing matchmaker, so they were more than happy to pair you up with the 'perfect' candidate they have in mind.

You're going to try and stay longer than three months this time. Even if you only made it to three months and a day, its still an improvement. It will be scary, it will be easy to fall back to your usual habits of gradually withdrawing and finally breaking off through text, then blocking your ex on everything, fearing their ultimate response. You're going to try.

You didn't get to have a preview , or a sample of this blind date of yours before the date itself. All you know is; It is a he. He is a legal adult, he is mentally sound enough to make decisions for himself and he is attracted to people of your gender or lack thereof. So rest assured, he won't immediately walk away as soon as you present yourself to him.

Thrifty Lunch, Cheap Dinner, coffee meetups or free walks at the park, you expected any of these to be what he planned. But brunch? Bougie, stylish brunch? And at an expensive, reputable restaurant to top it off. That is new. You must admit, this strange, unexpected decision made you tingly with curiosity and excitement inside. How interesting, right off the bat, you can tell your blind date is at least middle to upper middle class.

It did add a bit of stress on you though, you're used to lower effort dates that you're not even sure if you have the appropriate outfit for the occasion. You do have a ballgown and a tuxedo, but you think that is a little too much for brunch. Flipflops and dirty sweatpants seem a tad too embarrassing for brunch. What do people even wear for brunch?

You asked around and got some advice. You work with what you had and you managed to put together a decent, semi-formal attire. You made sure that it's comfortable though, you're sure that you're going to need the flexibility when your grabby hands got a hold on some bottomless mimosas.

So the day came and you entered the establishment. There were no kids and generally, the target demographic for brunch are adult women having quality girlfriend time, flamboyant men enjoying and laughing among their peers, families and a lot of millennials. At least, from what you can see.

It wasn't hard to find your date. He is the only patron there sitting alone. Everyone else had their own companion, be it a singular friend, giggling away, or a gaggle of twenty.

He was sipping his own glass of mimosa when he saw you. Your date gave you the warmest, kindest smile you can imagine. His full, lush, naturally pink lips wrapped around a perfect set of pearly whites. His lovely smile reached his hazel eyes, it was a Duchenne one as there were crow feet at the outer corners. Endearing fat pockets under his eyes made him look extra cheerful, Aegyo sal, was it? It made your heart skip a beat, he was drop dead gorgeous.

Your not-so-blind date had fabulous, pitch black hair with a healthy sheen, you're absolutely jealous of his beautiful, curly blowout that waterfalls to his upper back. Though, you're not sure if he dyed the hair on his scalp that way or he dyed his eyebrows copper red. Charming aquiline nose, attractive high cheekbones, fluttery eyelashes, youth-signifying dimples and skin clear as glass, dewy and glowing in prosperity. He has a distinct beauty mark on his right cheek, above his lip. Just like how a certain 1950's, iconic, blonde bombshell of a sex symbol, has it too.

He gave you a finger-wiggling wave and a wink, quite the flirt, he is.

Your jaw is on the floor, you're ready to bolt out of the restaurant and that block button is looking mighty fun to push. He is in that 1% Adonis demographic, an androgynous deity of love, lust and beauty. How are you going to feel secure in the relationship when he looks like this? You're freaking the fuck out, man! He is way out of your league, how is this a good idea?

You're in the middle of short circuiting when he comes up to you and gave you a polite, yet intimate, welcome hug. You're pressed against his chest, clothed with a cotton turtleneck shirt. He smells of expensive, masculine cologne, the type that you would always spray samples on yourself but not buy because it costs half your paycheck. His fashionable blazer's lapel brushed against your arm as you gently pushed him away. You feel severely underdressed for the occasion.

"You look adorable." He cooed, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your mouth is open, but you say nothing. What is there to say? Compliments? You don't know what he haven't heard.

So you stutter, stumble over your words out of nervousness, trying to tell him he looks good, you feel inadequate, you don't want to do this anymore and you're going to shit on your friend, all at the same time, nothing coherent came out, all he and you heard was gibberish.

He chuckled, "Well, Hello to you too." You just shut your mouth up and turned redder than a tomato. You must have sounded silly.

"Come, let's sit." He enveloped his smooth, professionally manicured, bony hand around your relatively smaller one. He held your hand, palm facing downwards, fingers locking around your hand. His grip on you was tight, snuggly so but not uncomfortable yet.

You stared at his fingers as he lead you to the seat, you can't believe his ring fingers are bare. No way, this seems too good to be true.

You soothed your nerves by telling yourself he must have some flaw, a flaw so bad that no one tried to keep him to themselves yet. Yeah, that must be it, he must be toxic in some way, that's why he is still single. Please let that be true, you don't know how you're going to deal with your inner critic if he's actually stunning with a heart of pure, 24k gold.

He pulled your chair out for you and adjusted to your liking once you sat on it, like the gentleman he is. Your date went to his own seat, your fingers are crossed behind your back, hoping that he just has a downright horrible personality so you could feel better about yourself. Then you caught your thought and realized, what a weird wish.

Now that his face returns to a more neutral expression, you get to examine his actual eye shape. It is strikingly upturned, mischievous with an unreadable glint to it. You brush off your intuition that something feels a little strange when you look deep into his eyes, though it felt like he knows something you don't, it's probably nothing.

There is already a glass of mimosa waiting for you already. You just went for it, you need the fucking booze dealing with him.

Your head shot up when he addressed you by your name. He grinned at you, propping his head up with his elbow on the table, leaning his cheek against the back of his fingers.

You asked him how he knew your name.

"I was just guessing, my dear. Looks like I'm correct." He laughed.

You eyed him warily. You don't think anyone could guess your name. Your friend must have said something to him, that's not fair, isn't it?

You asked him what his name is.

"Leveret, it's a pleasure to meet you. And you?" Your eyes momentarily darted at his index and middle fingers, they're twitching, strangely like bunny ears. You don't think he's doing it on purpose.

You told him that he already 'guessed' your name correctly. He widened his eyes a bit before beaming again.

"I have? Silly me, I must have been distracted by you."

You gave him a confused and hesitant apology.

"You're just so cute. So adorable. I could just eat you up." His hands were squishing the air, eyes peering intensely into yours. Leveret must be trying to quell his cute aggression.

You don't know whether to feel shy or patronized by his reaction. But you kept your distance.

He took the hint and calmed down. He took a deep breath and smiled, Leveret asked if you were ready to order. He is going to call the waiter if you are.

You nodded. You're going to need some food and the bottomless mimosas to keep you going.