#when i got back from the trip i havent been doing the best

[andromedako]

also after i post this first set of attacks i ammmm going to take a day off from af or smth

[i-like-writing-stuff]

retirement [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while hehe, so i hope ull enjoy this short x reader with the one and only five yall know i love sm, homeboy did not disappoint this season neither lmao. season 3 just premiered and i already have finished it:( 

can i just say

WHAT THE ACTUAL FVUCK

either way, id b happy to discuss with yall opinions and such and also feel free to leave requests! 

ill leave warnings at the beginning of each imagine if it shall be the case

i.e. this imagine takes place right in the first episode!!

also, forgive my english, havent really spoken in a while and dont even get me started on the writing 

enjoy besties!

summary: now that the second apocalypse is over, five and y/n can finally retire and maybe finally make their moves?

“You know, Five... Sometimes I do wish I’d never met you,” You took a sip from your wine, watching as the preteen in question rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a delight as well, Y/N,” He nonchalantly dismissed you, continuing to eat his Chinese takeout.

After surviving not one, but two apocalypses alongside Five Hargreeves and his siblings, you guys wound up back in your timeline, only to find out your trip to the 60s caused some changes in the present, such as Sir Reginald Hargreeves deciding against adopting Luther, Diego, Klaus, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Five, and instead some seven other dickheads with superpowers.

Your encounter was far from pleasant. 

Six months ago you were planning to retire from the Commission, since you were almost sixty and had had your fair share of missions, so you figured one last task with your partner, Five, would be the good way to end things. Well, one thing led to another and instead of taking out JFK, you woke up in 2019, in your preteen body, in an unknown backyard with unknown people, who turned out to be your partner’s siblings.

One thing led to another and you guys bonded over the span of 10 days in an attempt to save the world, but that is a story for another time. 

After those 10 days, you time traveled once again and woke up in 1963, alone, in a school. Some teacher found you and took you in, thinking you were a lost 13 year old girl, but then again, that is a story for another time.

Six months passed until you reunited with the Hargreeves siblings in yet another attempt to save the world.

Two more weeks and you were back in 2019, but things did not go according to plan. 

“Still don’t understand how you two have not banged yet,” Klaus shook his head disappointed, as Diego and Luther couldn’t help but not in agreement.

You tried not to blush, but Klaus’ bluntness always got the best of you. Spending this time with Five on top of being a teen again took a toll on you. You’ve known Five for long before the apocalypse. When the Handler recruited him, she trusted you to be his partner, since you were basically her right hand. The bickering was there even back then, but these past six months you started seeing him with different eyes, in a different light.

“I’d rather choke on chopsticks,” You were quick to deny any indecent thought, “You’re sick, by the way.”

“And you’re sixty, so bye,” Klaus smirked, hopping from his stool.

“Too retired to even bother,” Five shrugged his shoulders, watching as his two other brothers followed Klaus.

“I’m gonna get more food,” Luther lightly shrugged his shoulders, making his way to the buffet.

“I refuse to third wheel 13 year olds,” Diego stated, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched confused as the three men all left the table, leaving you alone with Five, who did not seem bothered at all. 

“I’ll never get used to your brothers,” You shook your head, taking another sip from your wine, “You people are too much.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Five scoffed, watching as you were playing with your glass.

“So, retirement, huh?” You changed the subject, “What are your plans now that the world is safe?”

“I didn’t think much of it, to be honest,” Five shrugged, “Weren’t you supposed to retire after the JFK mission? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled softly, looking at your wine, “I was gonna buy a mansion in Italy, 1970s or so... maybe get a dog and cat, start producing my own wine... I don’t know, I didn’t plan much.”

“Of course there’s a lot of wine in your retirement plans,” Five smirked, as you playfully smacked his arm, “Ow!”

“You’re officially banned from visiting me in Italy,” You stated, biting back a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, not once dropping his smirk, “Besides- you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

“Excuse you?” You scoffed, placing your hand on top of your chest for a more dramatic effect, “Last I checked, you were the one who dragged me along this whacky adventure.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I knew you’d be devastated at the Commission without me,” He replied with the same cocky air as usual, which made you ponder on the situation.

Is this Five’s way of flirting with you? During the time you spent together ever since operation Doomsday started back in the original timeline of 2019, there may have been a few... interesting moments to say the least. Like when he first opened up to you about being worried sick for his siblings, or when he gave you the tightest embrace after reuniting with you in 1963. There was also that time when you two held hands on your way to meet his father. 

Moments like these that you couldn’t help but cherish with utmost happiness, but not once letting yourself get sidetracked. There was an apocalypse going on, neither of you had time for this.

But now?

Now there’s no apocalypse anymore. Granted, there still are some issues that would be best to fix, but it’s not like they’d bring the end of the world if not.

So, why not?

“If I didn’t know you any better, Five Hargreeves,” You smirked, leaning in closer to the boy, with your glass of wine in one hand, “I’d say you are flirting with me.”

Five shook his head amused, watching you sip your precious wine so close to him. If the wine was intoxicating you, you definitely were the one intoxicating him. It took him some while before he could accept that he had feelings for you, but he couldn’t say either that he was surprised when he realized.

He really felt like you were absolutely perfect, no doubt in his mind. 

“And would that bother you?” Five raised a brow, resting his arm on the back of your chair, leaning in even closer.

“I can’t say it would be unpleasant,” You set down your wine, curious to see where this would go.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” Five rolled his eyes, “But... I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Will you just kiss me already?” You sighed, watching a genuine smile appear on his lips, as he leaned in, connecting your lips at last.

You cupped his face, melting into the long-awaited kiss. On one hand, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and on the other hand, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You and Five were finally done with apocalypses, trying to save the world and the Commission. 

You could officially both retire.

“Does this mean I can visit you in Italy?” He whispered, as you two pulled away from the kiss, but still painfully close to one another.

“Ah, who can’t last a day without the other now?” You smirked, pulling him into another kiss.

[sturnsbabie]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐎

FINALE: HAWAII

pairing: dad!nate x sls!reader

summary: in which the little family goes to hawaii with their brothers and madi to celebrate madis birthday.

warnings: swearing, fluff, smuttt.

the twins are now six months old and we’re currently in hawaii with my brothers and madi for her birthday.

the past six months with my boys and nate have been the best six months ever. they’re growing so fast and getting so big.

everyday i kept falling more and more inlove with nate with how gentle and sweet he is with the boys.

nate being a dad made him ten times hotter and i wanted to give him ten more babies.

we had been in hawaii for a day now and tomorrow is madis birthday.

rightnow nate and i were currently getting ourselves and the twins ready to go to the beach with everyone.

nate had on some swimming trunks on that were orange with palm trees on them and the twins were matching him.

i had on a light blue bikini and i was looking at myself and my body in the mirror.

i was very self concious about my body after having the twins. i still had a bit of the baby weight on me and i now had stretchmarks.

i didnt mind the stretchmarks because it was a reminder of my boys being in my belly at one point.

nate came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me looking in the mirror as he kissed my shoulder.

“you look so beautiful princess.” he said causing me to smile.

“thank you i just dont see it anymore.” i said truthfully.

“well i think you do, you’re the most beautiful girl ive ever laid my eyes on and you look even more beautiful since you became a mom.” nate said.

.•°♡°•.

we all have been at the beach for a hour, i was tanning with nick and madi. the boys had the twins letting them put their little toes in the water and sand.

matt had leo as they sat by the ocean in the sand letting the water hit them. i could see leo giggling up a storm anytime the water hit him.

chris had owen in a baby carrier attached to his chest carrying him as they were walking around the beach.

it was so cute watching my brothers be uncles, they were so obsessed with their nephews. especially chris he was super attached to owen to the point when he was in la we would go visit them for a week and the boys would make trips back to boston more then they usually do.

nate was in the ocean for a bit as i kept watching him from where i was at when i wasnt keeping an eye on my brothers with the babies.

i was enjoying this trip with everyone. it was a much needed trip and the twins first vacation.

after a while of the beach we all decided to go back to the hotel and get ready to go out.

once we were all ready we all decided on going out to the little shops and exploring the island more.

chris insisted on matching with owen and having him in the baby carrier once again.

nate was carrying leo this time and i was walking with him as i looked up at chris and owen.

“chris are you gonna give me my baby back i havent had him alll day!” i said.

“no!hes mine!” chris pouted.

.•°♡°•.

it was now the next day and also madis birthday. the triplets had the twins because they said they wanted to spend some time with them so we let them have them.

nate and i were in the hotel room on the balcony just enjoying the view and the alone time we were currently getting.

i loved my twins so much but it was nice having a little moment alone with nate since we always have the twins constantly. not that im complaining because those are my babies.

i leaned my back against the balcony as i looked at nate who was in front of me. damn he looked so good.

“are you thinking what im thinking?” i asked nate as i giggled.

“what are ya thinkin?”nate asked as he got closer to me putting his hands on my hips.

“you wanna bend me over the balcony?” i giggled.

nate instantly smirked as he pulled me into a kiss that instantly turned into a handsy makeout session.

my hands were tangled in his hair as he was grabbing my ass as he slipped his tounge into my mouth as the kiss grew heated by the second.

i pulled away from the kiss getting down on my knees as nate looked at me biting his lip. i pulled down his swim trunks as his cock sprung up hitting his happy trail.

i took him into mouth starting to bob my head as i stroked him at the same time.

he let out a moan as he gripped my hair pushing my head as he started to thrust into my mouth. i had my hands on his hips for support.

“thats it baby just like that” he moaned as his thrusts started to speed up to a harsh pace making tears run down my cheeks from how far he was in my throat.

he suddenly pulled out pulling me up and bending me over the balcony he slid down my bikini bottoms and brushed his tip against my wet folds.

i gripped onto the railing as he slammed himself into me causing me to let out a loud moan.

he gripped my hips as he started pounding into me causing my eyes to roll as he slapped my ass.

“feels so fucking good” he said as he rutted his hips into mine causing me to clench around him at how deep he was going.

“aww gonna cum already baby?”he chuckled as he pulled out for a second making me whimper at the loss of contact.

he suddenly slammed himself back into me in a different angle causing him to be deeper inside of me.

i was a moaning mess gripping onto the railing not caring how loud i was being or who could hear.

“g-gonna cum!” i moaned out as i felt my orgasm growing closer and closer.

nate started to speed his pace up as he was now hitting my cervix. “cum for me princess cum all over my cock.” nate said.

with that i felt myself cum all over him coating his cock with my cum letting out a loud moan of his name.

he fucked me thru my high as i felt him start to twitch inside of me.

“please cum inside me baby” i moaned.

“yeah want me to fuck my baby deep inside of you princess?” nate said.

“please wanna be filled”i moaned.

and with that i felt nate shoot his seed deep inside of me filling me up.

he slowly pulled out as he watched the mixture of our cum drip out. he carefully took his finger shoving his cum back inside of me.

he pulled my swim suit bottoms back up on me and turned around kissing me softly.

“lets go see what everyone is up to yeah?” he said.

i nodded and he pulled his shorts back up and we walked back into the hotel room.

i threw on one of nates shirts and we headed down to the pool where everyone was at.

“i do NOT want to know what you two just did” nick said and i laughed.

“sorry madi we may or may not have just made a baby on your birthday!” nate said.

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[dawnisdreamlanding]

CHAPTER 3

Ghost x Reader x Konig

Neighbor!au and Roommate!au

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Author's note: Hey hey hey! It's been a while hahahs I actually have chapter 4 and chapter 5 planned out but i havent got the energy to write them :') All i can say is that everything in this story has been going too well right now... >:)

(Also if you have any fanfic ideas/ asks feel free to send an ask or dm me :D)

You’re waiting once again for Simon to pick you up from work. It’s now become an almost daily thing for a month now, the two of you. You’d finish work, Simon would show up in his pickup truck and occasionally the two of you would eat dinner together.

Okay, you do partially feel as if you’re cheating on Konig in some way by having dinner with your neighbor (Konig said he had a work emergency and he was going to be gone for a month or two), but your roommate wasn’t here to keep you company anymore and you weren’t willing to eat dinner alone after being so accustomed to the company you had.

Today, the atmosphere in the car seems a little different than the rest. Just a little, though. You decide not to comment on it and buckle your seatbelt before he starts driving. “How was work?” Simon would ask the usual question. “Fine,” you would reply tiredly with a sigh. The two of you would fall into a domestic routine in such a short time, yet neither of you ever really questioned it.

The patter of rain provided a relaxing white noise as the two of you sit in comfortable silence, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. The streetlamps glisten and you turn to see Simon in his balaclava that he wears only when going on missions.

“I’m going to be deployed. Tonight.” He finally breaks it to you. “Oh.” You reply, but you can’t be sure if it sounded sad or understanding. Maybe both. “Do you know when you’re coming back?” He shrugs, eyes still fixated on the road. “I’m thinkin’ 2 months at least.”

There’s another silence that follows, but this time around it’s filled with a lot of unsaid words waiting to be spoken into existence. Simon turns to look at you. God, he wishes he didn’t because the red from the traffic light paints your features in the best way, and he doesn’t think he could forget this moment anytime soon. “You’ll be fine without me yeah?” Simon finally asks. You feel like there’s a secret message lying hidden somewhere in the question by the way he looks at you, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

---

You spend your days without Simon and Konig counting. Counting how many days it’s been since they’ve been gone, and the times you accidentally cook food for two. Today marks the 2 month mark, and to be honest, you still haven’t gotten used to your apartment engulfed in darkness when you get back from work. You sigh.

---

Simon spends his days counting unconsciously. He takes another long drag from his cigarette and watches the smoke slowly disappear into the night sky outside of a bar the team decided to celebrate their victory at. It’s a little chilly. Winter is approaching, and he hopes you’re warm and tucked into your apartment right about now. Soap stands beside him, accompanying him. “You goin’ home for Christmas, L.T?” he says. Soap expects Ghost to say no, or to say something along the lines of spending the holiday alone.

Ghost gazes at the stars which is something he doesn’t really do since he was a kid and god, he swears he still sees your face as the stars twinkle. He hums. “Got a Christmas gift for someone. Gotta give it to ‘em somehow.” Soap’s taken aback at his answer but chooses not to pry too much into his private life. Not this time at least. Suddenly the bar cheers with happiness and the clinking of beer bottles. “Happy for ya, L.T.” Soap says as a small knowing smile spreads on his lips.

---

Ghost spends the time taken for the trip back to his civilian life decompressing and when he reaches home, he wants nothing more than the dinners the two of you had before he left for the mission. But he decides the moment his duffel bag hits the floor, that he really, really needs to sleep first. That doesn’t stop him from thinking about you though, cause he dreams of the moment when he picked you up from work in his pickup truck.

You’re ecstatic when Simon tells you he’s back. You prepare dinner, finally making food for two (or three, with how much this guy eats). And you’re basically skipping when Simon knocks on your door.

Dinner with Simon is calm yet filled with excitement and happiness. You both catch up on each other’s lives, and you tell him about everything he’s missed out on since he left. You tell him about the stray orange cat that found its way into your apartment once (you still have no clue how) and has now become a visitor occasionally — you leave out the part where you subconsciously named it after him.

You’re washing the dishes and Simon’s keeping the leftovers for your lunch tomorrow when the topic of long distance relationships get brought up. “I mean, it must be hard to maintain relationships, right? Especially since you don’t get to see each other for ages.” Ghost hums in agreement, a sign that you’ve learnt to understand that he’s listening to you intently. “I can’t imagine working in the military is any easier. Hell, I felt a little sad when you left too, I can’t imagine what your girlfriend would be feeling.”

“Don’t have one.” He says. And you smile a little. “Yeah, but imagine if you did. It’ll be like one of those old war movies.” You giggle at the thought and Simon joins you in washing the dishes. “Oh, my darling,” you say in an exaggerated voice of a lover. “I don’t think I could love you anymore. The pain is too much to bear!”

Your theatrics tugs the corner of Simon’s lips upwards and he looks at you softly, arching his brow. “Y’ love me?” his voice rumbles, and it sounds something akin to the taste of vanilla ice cream with caramel drizzled on top which is weird, because you’ve never really liked the taste of caramel. Well, not until now.

There’s a certain softness in this moment, you tell yourself. There’s this feeling that you don’t think you could forget this look on his face. You blink and he’s taken the soapy cutlery from your hand and starts to wash the soap off them. “I forget how much I miss my soft bed when I come back. And being able to sleep in a little longer.” He sighs and it’s your turn to hum along. “And I missed your cooking.” He says a little softer this time, eyes focusing on the bubbles as they get washed away from the water. I missed this, you think.

Taglist: @gojo-mochi

[yeonjunszn]

like hot summer ☼

pairing park sunghoon x f!reader

word count 8k

genres fluff﹒slight angst ﹒smut

warnings 18+ minors dni, mature language, best friends to lovers trope, sharing a bed/room trope, insufferable heeseung + slightly less insufferable jake, features enha jay, txt beomgyu, taehyun, and huening + skz jeongin, also features nct dream, i’m so sorry for doing u so dirty jisung 💔, mentions of alcohol, hoon is kinda mean for like a singular second, vaginal fingering, marking?, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it 😒), finishing inside, Lots of Kissing, they’re kinda gross at the end like i made myself mad with how cute they were being so of course i had to ruin it… u’ll see 😇

summary you’ve been best friends for years now, so why does the idea of sharing a room with him get you so flustered?

more HAPPY 900 FOLLOWERS!! thank u guys so much for giving me this platform to write even if it is for boys who have no idea i exist 😭 writing has always been something very dear to me since a young age and i’m so grateful for being able to get this far on this site. i’ve had an issue with reach in the past and this blog has been nothing but kind to me. i’m forever indebted to all of u and my future followers 🫶 here’s a small token of my appreciation — i havent written anything nsfw since ? march ? i believe 💀 so i apologize if this is rough.. it was originally a vernon fic before i decided not to write for svt anymore and i actually started it in july 😭😭 which is why it’s another summer based fic LMFAOAOAO anyways it was supposed to be like 5k and i got carried away so here u go <3

“please do not take those with you.”

you look up from the suitcase you were stuffing clothes in, a pair of your most comfortable underwear currently in your hands. heeseung gives you a dissatisfied look, standing from his spot in your desk chair to snatch them and throw the garment behind him.

“okay? what the hell?” you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“we’re going on a trip where you’ll most likely be meeting new people. i don’t think you want to be dressed like a grandma when you do.” he explains with an eye roll, as if it was obvious.

“first of all, rude, they’re cute. second of all, i don’t plan on sleeping around,” you frown, glancing behind him at your poor underwear on the floor. “i should’ve just asked hoon to help me pack. you suck.”

“i’m pretty sure he’d also tell you to ditch the granny-panties.” he shrugs, sitting back on the rolling chair.

“n-no! i wouldn’t have even let him see me packing my undergarments.” you say defensively.

“you’ve been best friends this long and he’s never seen your underwear at least once? what makes me so special.” the brunette snorts.

“you’re… you.”

he gasps in feign offense, slapping his chest. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“don’t take it personally! i’d probably let jake see my underwear too,” you defend your words, rifling through your clothes to make sure everything you needed was good to go. when you glance up at heeseung, he has a grimace on his face and you realize what you just said. “stop it! i meant because i see you both like brothers, so it wouldn’t be weird.”

“there are two things to be discussed here; one being the fact that you’d let bitchless, has never felt the touch of a woman in his life, jake sim, see your underwear— even if you think of him as a brother. and two being the fact that sunghoon is somehow different despite knowing him the same amount of time as us.” he raises an eyebrow as you turn to your dresser in search for a pair of replacement panties, since he so graciously tossed aside your favorites, then zip your suitcase shut.

with a grunt, you lug the thing off your bed, checking your appearance in the mirror since you were getting picked up soon. you peek over your shoulder at the brunette, narrowing your eyes. “i hope you know that you’re the absolute bane of my existence, lee heeseung.”

a couple hours later you find yourself sipping on a margarita, poolside at the airbnb you and your friends were renting. the beach was within walking distance, but you didn’t feel like going so you stayed back by yourself. you didn’t mind it at all, because it was probably the only chance you’d get to be alone in a house full of boys.

nine of you crammed into a single house was not ideal, especially considering you were the only girl in your group, but you planned this trip every year. loud, gross, and annoying antics aside, you loved them more than anything. (except maybe when they asked you to set any of them up with one of your girl friends.)

you also felt like you needed a bit of reprieve before you called it a night, since you weren’t given the privilege of your own room this time. all of you made the grave mistake of putting beomgyu in charge of booking the airbnb and his dumbass forgot until about a month ago, when he scrambled to find something within everyone’s standards and big enough to accommodate your large party. and while he was able to secure something, it did mean you’d have to have a roommate.

everyone agreed that it’d be okay if it was just you and one other person to respect your boundaries. rooming arrangements varied from year to year depending on how you decided, but this was the first time you were included. the boys got straight into it the moment you all set foot on the property, arguing in the front yard while you figured out how to work the keypad on the door. due to your ignorance to their shenanigans, you didn’t know who your temporary roommate was until the whole ordeal was a done deal.

before anything was set in stone, there was a unanimous choice to give you and whoever you ended up with the master bedroom, because none of them wanted you biting their heads off for hogging the bathroom. in the first room (the one next to the master), was heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin, delegated by a game of rock paper scissors. by some miracle or just sheer dumb luck, the three idiots wound up together and celebrated by hugging in a circle and jumping around like elementary schoolers. the second room went to jay, jake, taehyun, and kai. this left one person— park sunghoon.

had you participated in the actual game, you would’ve started a riot to switch roommates. hell, you’d even share a room with jake, and that said everything about how you were feeling towards this situation.

it’s not that you didn’t want to room with sunghoon, per se, it was more like you were afraid to room with him. he was decently calm and an easy person to get along with for the most part. except his ability to tease you in any situation lit a fire under you. his jokes that would seem belittling to anyone else felt flirty and it drove you crazy. all of the guys in your friend group were good looking, but you always found yourself gravitating more towards sunghoon. (besides, you could never in a million years see yourself making out with someone like taehyun; who you thought was quite honestly prettier than you or beomgyu; who enjoyed personally talking your ear off every opportunity he got.)

when the boys finally come back from the beach, the sun has set and you, yourself, had just returned from picking up dinner. the nine of you ate with comfortable conversation here and there, exhausted from the long day you just had, before drawing the evening to a close.

you feel awkward trudging up the stairs to your room with sunghoon in tow, like if you say the wrong thing you’ll alter the entire course of your friendship. he tells you that you can shower first and so you do, but halfway through, you realize you forgot to grab you clothes on the way in. you curse at yourself as you rinse your body wash, switching off the water.

you wrap your towel around yourself timidly, well aware that it’s the only thing stopping sunghoon from seeing your bare body. with a gulp, you reach for the door handle, pushing it open slowly. he’s sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through his phone, uninformed of your presence. you kneel down to your suitcase to quickly grab what you need so you can rush back into the bathroom and change, but the universe hates you and doesn’t think it should be that easy.

“shit shit shit shit,”

you frantically sift through your clothes after getting your undergarments, only for your pajamas to be missing. you remember packing them and you know heeseung was there when you—

you were going to murder lee heeseung.

fuck him and his overt desire to make your life a living hell. first there was the underwear thing and now this. did he not think your care bear pajamas were cute enough to bring on this trip? either way, you couldn’t wait to strangle him, your fingers wiggling in anticipation.

“hey, is everything okay?” sunghoon’s voice calls out, pulling you away from your nefarious plotting. your eyes widen almost comically because you’re still very much naked under your towel and you don’t have clothes to sleep in.

“uh— i— i think i forgot to pack— i mean— i can’t find my pajamas.” you admit shamefully, too embarrassed to look up at him.

the bed creaks lightly, notifying you that he got up. you stand from your crouched position, careful not to accidentally flash him. he rummages through his own suitcase, spinning around to toss a t-shirt at you. you catch it with your free hand and your cheeks are still impossibly warm. you’re not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, or if he really did rake his vision over your figure.

your heart is racing mortifyingly fast so you give him a tight lipped smile and raise your hand in thanks, bringing it back down just as fast when you think about the fact that you were holding your underwear in the same hand.

you think that’s the fastest you’ve ever run away from something, leaning back against the door while pressing the back of your palm to your forehead, your chest heaving. confidence wasn’t a weakness to you and it pissed you off to no end that it seemed to be only when sunghoon was around that you acted like a complete clown.

there was no chance of you surviving this trip.

the following day, you and the boys had gone out for an early lunch. because you were such a big group, they split you into two different tables. yours consisted of jake, heeseung, beomgyu, and jeongin. the entire time you kept your glare on the brunette sitting directly across from you, even as you shoveled rice into your mouth.

“woah, y/n. if looks could kill, hee would be dead by now.” jake laughs, pointing at you with his chopsticks.

“good,” you say flatly. “that’s what i want.”

heeseung looks thoroughly offended by your statement, clicking his tongue in response. “i don’t know why you hate me so much.”

“oh really?” you ask with a small scoff, sarcasm leaking through your words.

“what’d he do?” beomgyu snorts, flicking his eyes between you and heeseung curiously.

you don’t take your eyes off of the latter, rather you give him an even harsher stare than before. you squint slightly, crossing your legs and leaning back into your chair. “he was with me when i was packing my clothes yesterday and when i went to change after i got out of the shower last night, my pajamas were missing. and i swear i packed them. i even double checked my suitcase.”

jeongin purses his lips and raises his eyebrows. “the care bear pajamas?”

“the care bear pajamas!” you exclaim.

“wow, heeseung, it’s like you’re asking to be suffocated with a pillow in your sleep.”

“that was such an oddly specific cause of death.”

“wait a damn minute! how do you even know it was me? why are you just assuming shit like that?” he defends, picking up his hands like he’s innocent of all crimes. jake holds back a laugh at his reaction and jeongin gives him a deadpan expression.

“why are you being so defensive about it? clearly that means it was you.”

“i agree! i know this is apart of his stupid ‘get-y/n-laid’ agenda. what if i don’t wanna get laid?!” you flail your arms exasperatedly.

beomgyu holds up a finger to halt you, scrunching his eyebrows together. “everyone wants to get laid. you’re no exception.”

you narrow your gaze at him as if to say ‘not helping’ and he shuts up, squeezing his lips together. if there was anything he could’ve said in that moment, that was not it. especially not when you were trying to prove your case. you were an independent woman! you didn’t need to sleep around if you didn’t want to! (you did, with a specific person, but that's besides the point.)

“so what’d you end up wearing to sleep?” jeongin asks, resting his chin in his palm before gasping. “wow, n/n, sunghoon got to see you half naked?”

“no! he lent me a shirt!” you dispute frantically.

“boring,” jake drags out the o. “i think i have an extra you can borrow for tonight if you don’t wanna wear that one again.”

“please, you’re a lifesaver, jake,” you clasp your hands together. “unlike someone by the name of lee heeseung, who’s currently on my hit list. you better sleep with one eye open by the way.”

“could you be a little quiet with it though? i share a room with him.” beomgyu throws in.

“don’t worry, gyu. i've been googling different ways that would be silent, quick, and successful.” you fist bump him, before resuming your eating.

“i don’t get why you’re not groveling at my feet and thanking me right now. i did you a favor, you know,” heeseung huffs, his words slightly muffled by the food filling his mouth. “you get to keep his shirt and sleep in the same bed as him. isn’t that a win?”

“i don’t like him like that, seung.” you say a bit harsher than you intended. the table grows quiet at your outburst, even if they all speculate that you’re lying. the silence causes the other table to look over in concern.

whether you’re just extremely unlucky, or the gods actually think you’re a waste of a human being, you don’t know, but things keep screwing up in your favor. you make accidental eye contact with sunghoon, whose lips are slightly turned downward when he sees how distressed you appear.

it pisses you off.

it pisses you off because all you want to do is kiss those same lips until you can’t breathe. you want him to press them all over your skin, making you hot and bothered. you want him to whisper sweet sweet nothings into your ear and pepper little smooches along the shell of it with them. it pisses you off because you know he doesn’t feel the same.

and it’s so fucking annoying.

you’re probably the only girl he’d never see that way, thanks to the long history you share. you’ll always be another one of the guys to him. you’re someone he knows will be there for him to fall back on when a talking stage fails. you’re someone he knows will sit there and listen to his tales of how he got his dick wet, listen to his bragging.

it should deter your feelings, honestly. not only due to the fact that you have no chance with him, but because he was your best friend. you shouldn’t be mad at him for treating you as such. except you can’t help that you are.

after lunch, the group decided you might as well have another beach day, seeing as it was within walking distance from the airbnb. since you weren’t much of a beach fan (you hated the salty air and, even worse, the sand), the boys allowed you to pick the activity for the night.

there was a club you passed by on your way back from the restaurant that looked intriguing, so that was what you landed on.

you watched your friends mess around by the water as you stayed planted on a beach towel under an umbrella, sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose. your body weight rested on your palms as you leaned back, soaking up the warmth on your skin. your cute white, shimmery bikini was a head turner, guys staring as they walked by you, ogling at your sunbathing.

you half hoped someone would just go up to you instead of drooling from afar, but at the same time, the thought of a stranger approaching you made you nervous. though, it would provide a decent distraction.

you try to act surprised when someone finally takes the bait.

he’s an attractive guy, you’ll admit, with dark hair that falls onto his forehead, slightly in his eyes which are also obscured by a pair of sunglasses. he ruffles it a bit before dropping himself on the sand beside you. he doesn’t talk for a few minutes, just copying your actions.

a small smile makes way onto your lips at his nonchalance and you turn to face him, pushing your shades up on top of your head. he does the same, giving you his own smile. now that you have a full view of his features, you can 100% say that he’s indeed handsome.

with an extended hand, he says, “hi, i’m park jisung.”

you return the gesture, shaking it with a firm grip. “l/n y/n.”

“wow, pretty name for a pretty girl. your parents must’ve known what they were doing.” he flirts with a laugh, almost like it’s second nature for him.

you can’t hide how bashful the compliment makes you, a tiny giggle bubbling from your chest. the bikini gave you a confidence boost when you put it on, but despite that, you were still you. so hearing little things like that always made you shy, especially because you weren’t used to it. how could you? being friends with a bunch of boys and all, guys never really cared to look in your direction.

“do you say that to every girl you meet, park jisung?” you manage to tease back, proud of yourself for recovering so quickly.

his smile morphs into a grin, his teeth peeking through his lips, and his eyes crinkle at the sides. “nope. just the really pretty ones.”

you tilt your chin into your shoulder as you feel heat spread across your cheeks. how was this guy so smooth? it’s like he knew exactly what you wanted/needed to hear and kept saying it.

when you compose yourself, you continue your conversation with jisung. it’s comfortable, even if you’d never met him before today, and it feels like you’ve known him for a while. you learn that he’s also on a trip with his friends, the six of them stationed just a few umbrellas over to your left. (he groans when you catch them spying on the two of you.) then he tells you that he noticed you earlier and his friends had finally convinced him to shoot his shot.

“you know, if you’d come up to me sooner, i would’ve been a lot less bored,” you sigh, scooting a little closer to him. “my friends have been ignoring me since we got here and i fucking hate the beach.”

he chuckles at that, subtly brushing his fingers against yours. “sorry about that. i guess you’re glad i saved the day, huh?”

“very,” you link your pinkie with his. “so, we’re going out later tonight to some club called allure? i think? it’d be really cool if you went, just saying. you can bring your friends.”

“that sounds like fun. maybe you’ll see us there,” he shrugs, nudging your foot with his. “depends on how bad you wanna see me.”

“nooo, don’t do me like that, jisung,” you whine halfheartedly, covering your face with your free hand. “i would like to see you there, but i don’t wanna beg.”

jisung laughs at how cute you are, poking your cheek with a nod. “okay okay, you convinced me. i’ll tell the guys.”

“okay, cool.” you breathe, tangling your fingers with his as you both stare at each other goofily. you almost lean in, the gap between you only disrupted by a centimeter, but then a throat clears itself and you jump apart.

it seemed that the guys all finally noticed you weren’t alone and decided to pay attention to you. you make eye contact with sunghoon and feel a shudder run down your spine, trying your hardest to conceal it.

“hey, y/n, who’s this?” he asks, albeit passively.

“oh, this is jisung. him and his friends are gonna meet us at the club tonight!” you give him a tight lipped smile, glancing over to gauge jisung’s reaction. he doesn’t look too fazed by their presence, instead standing up so he could introduce himself to each of them.

you sputter at the action, surprised that he was so willing to be buddy-buddy with the boys. you assume it’s because he isn’t too intimidated by them, considering they’d been ignorant toward your presence until now.

after he’s done, he turns to you and puffs his cheeks, blowing air between his lips. “i guess i better get going. i’ll see you later?”

“mhm,” you rub his arm. “see you tonight, ji.”

the nickname makes him grin and he ruffles your hair before bidding you all a goodbye. your eyes follow as he walks over to his friends, who are fist bumping in celebration of his success with you. your smile doesn’t go away as you look back at your own friends.

jake jumps up and down, shaking you aggressively by the shoulders. “y/n, holy shit! rizz master or what?”

beomgyu and jeongin burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, falling into each other as you roll your eyes. jake would be the one to use such a gen z term at his age. “please never call me that again.”

“well jakey, looks like she won’t need your shirt tonight after all. chances are she’ll use jisung’s instead.” heeseung jokes, smacking your arm playfully.

you cover your face with both hands to shelter how embarrassed they’re making you feel. rule number one for being best friends with a bunch of boys— don’t. they’re nothing but menaces. and if you happen to acquire a friend group of just males— don’t let them meet your significant other.

as you wrap up your day at the beach, so you could head back to the airbnb to get ready for your night out, you realize sunghoon is keeping to himself a lot. and you don’t know what to make of that.

you feel like a million bucks if you’re being completely honest with yourself. you packed one of the nicest dresses you owned in case you needed it and you were so glad you did. it would’ve been awkward rolling up to the club in shorts and a bikini top— though you’re sure management has probably seen that before.

it was gold and sparkly, with spaghetti straps and a lace-up back, low cut enough that it was cute rather than overly revealing. you styled your hair to preference and kept the makeup simple, soft glam that didn’t distract from the outfit. this was the prettiest you felt in weeks— months even— and it was a comforting change of pace.

when you step out of the bathroom, sunghoon is laying on his back on the bed, scrolling through his phone. the sound of your heels clacking on the wooden floor forces him to sit up. “how long does it take to—?”

his words die out once he sees you, his throat going dry and his stomach tightening with an incessant knot. you look so gorgeous, it almost makes him angry that it’s not for him. never in your seven years of friendship has he ever seen you put this much effort in your appearance. (he thinks that’s why he feels himself getting worked up.)

“woah, missy, you’re not leaving the house looking like that. where’s your coat?” he raises an eyebrow, masking the icky feeling brewing inside of him.

“hoon, it’s like a hundred degrees out. we’re in the middle of a heatwave at the peak of the summer, the fuck do i need a coat for?” you counter with a scoff, shoving your phone and some lip gloss along with your credit card and ID in the little clutch you were taking with you.

“i’m just saying,” he shrugs. “you’re practically wearing a piece of cloth, you might get cold.”

“shut up, i’ll be fine.” you snort, exiting the room and leaving him scrambling for control of himself.

the rest of the guys are already waiting downstairs, whistling and hollering once you reach the bottom of the steps. jake tells you to do a little twirl, cheering you on like he was best friends with bella hadid or something. (you won't admit that it fuels your ego.)

“where’s sunghoon?” jay asks crouching to see if he was visible from where he was standing.

“i don’t know, but he’s being weird. my vote is we leave without him.” taehyun holds up a finger, pursing his lips as if he was being totally serious about his suggestion. you laugh at his expression, flicking his forehead.

“don’t be mean, tyun.”

a couple minutes later, sunghoon finally makes his way downstairs, looking conflicted about something. as much as you wanna ask, you know you shouldn’t get into it right now, so you choose not to.

jisung and his group are already at the club when you arrive and he waves you over to the high tables they secured. he introduces you to his six friends; mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, and chenle. once you’ve met them, the two of you introduce your own friends to each other. it makes you happy that they seem to hit it off, breaking off into smaller cliques.

you and jisung wander off to the bar, ordering some drinks for yourselves. he helps you sit at one of the stools, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back. it doesn’t take long for the bartender to hand you your poison for the night and you take a gulp with a wince, letting the alcohol burn in its course down your throat.

“you look really good, by the way,” jisung compliments, his thumb rubbing circles into the skin that peeks through the straps in the back of your dress. “i didn’t get to tell you when you got here.”

his mouth brushes your ear as he speaks so you can hear him over the booming top forties music playing. there’s not nearly enough alcohol in your system to warrant the heat blooming under your skin so soon. you just giggle in response, spinning in your chair so you’re facing him. you hold your straw between two fingers as you sip at your beverage, looking up at him through thick lashes coated in mascara.

“you’re really something else, y/n,” he shakes his head, downing the rest of his drink before you return to your friends. “i’m gonna use the restroom, i’ll be right back.”

you nod with a smile when he pets your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. it catches you off guard, but you don’t mind it one bit. at least someone was interested in you for once.

heeseung squeezes his way through the crowd to you and narrows his eyes, taking a hold of either side of your head. your cheeks squish together and your lips form a pout, so no matter how annoyed you try to come across, you just look silly. your attempts to get him off of you are futile, making you raise a brow to find out why he was being so touchy-feely.

“i still cannot believe you managed to make moves while you were alone. i literally never saw this coming.”

god, lee heeseung was such a lightweight.

“can you stop being sentimental? it’s kinda gross.” you grimace, your words mushed together much like your cheeks. it’s at this point that jake decides to join in, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

(jake sim was also a lightweight.)

“i love you guys! i’m so glad we’re here together right now!”

you spot jisung coming back from the restroom, pleading for him to save you with your eyes. he laughs and inserts himself in the conversation. “i appreciate you guys watching over y/n for me while i was gone, but do you think i can steal her back?”

“i guess,” jake sighs dramatically, dragging out the s. “but you better bring her back in one piece, park.”

jisung salutes to the brunette, even if he wasn’t at all intimidated by his overprotective parent persona, and whisks you away to get more drinks and then to hit the dance floor. the moment your foot reaches the tiled ground, a summer walker song starts, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind.

you keep one arm wrapped around jisung’s neck as you begin to sway your hips with the music, taking swigs of your drink every now and then. his is long forgotten in favor of gripping your waist like you’d run away any second. you have him wrapped around your finger, the way he’s fixated on you and your movements has your head spinning. but when you glance towards the general direction all of your friends were in, you accidentally make eye contact with none other than park sunghoon.

he’s glaring right at you, making no attempt to hide the distaste on his features while he watches you dance. you keep the eye contact when jisung leans into your neck, his nose grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear.

usually you’d fold then and there, crumbling in his hands and letting him take you home for the night. but there’s something about the darkness in sunghoon’s gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, not the person you were currently grinding into on the dance floor. it sends your mind into a frenzy.

your blissful ignorance to the amount of attraction you truly felt for him was causing more problems than solving them. here you were, a nice guy treating you like an absolute princess, but still thirsting after one of your best friends with not a single ounce of fucking shame. years of pent up frustration and insufferable pining bubble over, and you don’t stop yourself from what you’re about to do next.

you pull back from jisung, finally breaking the staring contest between you and sunghoon, and smile at him, pushing some hair out of his eyes. he gives you a look of utter confusion and you huff. “i’m sorry, but i’m feeling a little tired. i think the drinks are getting to me.”

“do you want me to drop you off at your place?” he asks, so sweetly it actually makes you feel bad about your true intentions. you shake your head ‘no’.

“it’s okay, you can stay here with your friends. i’ll just ask one of the boys,” you respond, patting his cheek. “one of the sober ones.”

“alright, if you insist. just be careful and text me later, yeah?” he gives you that award winning grin that made you weak at the knees just moments ago. this time you don’t give him a verbal response, too afraid of your voice betraying you.

you still don’t say anything as you grab your clutch from the table where your group was at, flickering your vision to sunghoon once before you walk out of the club. the air is cooler than this afternoon, serving as a nice contrast to your warm, sticky skin. your ears are still ringing from the blaring music and you’re pleasantly buzzed, but you feel great.

the sound inside the club travels outside for a second when the door opens and closes, signaling that someone had just walked out. you don’t want to risk the backwards glance in case it’s not who you’re hoping it is and you feel dumb. you opt to stare at the cars passing on the street, hugging yourself.

there’s the ghost of a touch on the small of your back and a broad chest pressed to your shoulders, causing you to jump slightly. “ditched that dude finally?”

you swallow thickly, his deep voice reverberating in your bones. “and if i did?”

sunghoon chuckles, his fingers dancing around the knot of your dress. “then i won’t have to feel like an asshole for what i’m about to do to you.”

you squeak as he starts to push you in the direction of the airbnb, your feet carrying you as fast as you can with your heels. the walk is silent except for the clicking against the concrete sidewalk, but it’s heavy with tension. half of you wants to say something, to ask what’s even happening. you don’t even realize he’s punching the numbers into the keypad and pulling you into the house until you’re pinned to the shut door, nose skimming yours.

sunghoon has a desperate grip around your wrists, breathing like he’d just ran a marathon. you stare up at him with wide eyes. you’re not entirely sure what you were hoping for when you executed this plan, but this wasn’t anywhere near the list of outcomes. in fact, you were positive that park sunghoon didn’t feel any sort of attraction to you.

“hoon,” you gasp, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

he grins, his canines peeking through those lips of his that looked so soft. “you look so pretty tonight, n/n. can’t believe i get to have you all to myself.”

your head feels empty, like there’s nothing but cotton filling your skull where your brain should be. this was something out of a dream for you, something you’d only ever seen in your darkest fantasies. you wanted him to kiss you so badly it was beginning to ache. your head tilts to the side just a bit, your eyes alternating between his mouth and his own.

“need you,” you whisper, voice airy. “‘ve been waiting for this for so long.”

he connects your lips at that, a burning fever behind his actions as he does so. the dizziness doesn’t go away, instead amplifying. he releases your wrists in favor of grabbing at your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin. you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug at the silky strands, forcing a groan out of him. kissing sunghoon is sickening. it’s exactly how they describe it in books, the stomach churning and the goosebumps and all. this morning, you never would’ve thought you’d be here, but you’re completely satisfied with this turn of events.

“bedroom,” he breathes. “don’t want anyone seeing you like this but me.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice, your heels discarded at the bottom of the stairs. the minute you’re in your shared room, his mouth is hot on yours again and you’re collapsing on to the bed. his hands are everywhere and there’s too many clothes between you. you slide your hands under his shirt, grazing your nails along his abdomen, smiling when it tenses under your touch. he gets the memo, removing his shirt and tossing it haphazardly behind him. you fumble with the button of his jeans and he laughs at how needy you are, solidifying just how real this moment actually is.

you notice that he’s already hard once his pants are gone and you palm his bulge as you lean back in for another kiss. he sighs into your mouth, reaching around your back to untie the knot on your dress. the straps fall instantaneously, the front of the fabric slipping down to reveal your bare chest. sunghoon’s lips move from yours to your jaw and along the column of your neck until he’s at your chest, looking up at you as he leaves open mouthed kisses all over your tits. you moan softly when the warmth of his mouth envelopes a sensitive nipple, slipping your dress off all the way so you’re left in nothing but your panties.

he steps back for a second to kick the article of clothing away, before caging your body with his. “i’ve been wanting to get you out of that dress all night. it pissed me off that you didn’t put it on for me, but he doesn’t get to see you all fucked out untouched, now does he?”

you shake your head, but that doesn’t satisfy him. his thumb finds your clit through the thin material of your underwear, rubbing tight circles into it to get a reaction from you. your lips part and your eyes squeeze shut, but it’s not enough for him. he grabs your chin a little forcefully, smushing your cheeks together like heeseung did earlier— however there was nothing wholesome about this moment.

“i asked you a fucking question.” sunghoon all but growls.

“n-no, hoon. only you,” you whimper, his mean demeanor turning you on even more. you’re embarrassed by the wet patch forming on the front of your panties and deep deep down you’re thanking lee heeseung for throwing the other pair out of your suitcase. (very very very deep down— you’d never give him the benefit of being right.)

“that’s my good girl,” he hooks his fingers into the waistband, glancing at you for confirmation. “are we really going through with this? you can back out now.”

your heart thumps disgustingly loud in your ears at how sincere he sounds and you pray to god that he can’t hear it. “sunghoon, i’m laying half naked in front of you right now— if you don’t fuck me—”

“alright alright… you got it,” he laughs that cute laugh of his, the one he reserves solely for you. the one that has crows feet forming at the corners of his eyes. it drives you crazier than anything else he’s done the entire night.

sunghoon slides your underwear down your legs with one hand, the other propping himself up to hover over you. you kick them off, biting your lip and hissing when he decides to run a finger up your slit. he curses as he watches how your arousal coats the digit. all you’ve done is kiss and you’re dripping.

“you’re soaked, baby,” he practically groans, pecking your jaw. “gonna ruin your pussy so you know who you belong to.”

you whine when he thrusts a finger in without warning, quickly adding a second and massaging your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb. your head rolls back as moans and expletives spill from your mouth. sunghoon takes the opportunity to mark you as his, sucking and biting your neck and chest like he was a leech, ensuring bruises formed in his wake. he finds the sweet spot at your pulse point, curling his fingers at the same time he nips at it.

“f-fuck, right th-there, hoonie,” you mewl, instinctively spreading your legs wider.

at this rate, you don’t think you’ll last much longer.

you know he can tell too with the way he speeds up the pace of his fingers. you clench around them and he connects your lips once again, his tongue tangling with yours messily. it’s so sloppy and so aggressive, but it’s perfect. it’s so sunghoon.

he keeps working at you, kissing everywhere he can until he pushes the right buttons to make you fall apart in his hands. when he finally finds it— a little nibble to your earlobe— your back arches further into him, your moans uncontrollable and incomprehensible as your orgasm washes over you. the skill of his mouth and hands has you reeling from the experience knowing no one else could ever make you feel like this ever again.

once you’ve come down, he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking them so he can taste you and all that you are. he groans before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. you sigh in content.

“if you cum like that just from my fingers, i can’t wait to see how you look with my cock,” he mutters into your mouth, evoking a whine out of you. “so gorgeous.”

sunghoon steps away to remove his underwear, revealing himself to you. you have to stop yourself from drooling, reaching out to stroke his length languidly. he hisses as he goes back in for another kiss, biting on your lower lip when your thumb swipes over the slit on his sensitive tip.

he drags you to the edge of the bed, pushing away your hands so he can guide himself to your entrance. “are you ready for me, baby?”

“mhm,” you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to get him closer— if possible. “want you so bad, sunghoon.”

the sound of his name leaving your lips so filthily has the blood rushing from his brain to his dick even faster than before. he slips in easily, your arousal lubricating enough for him to bottom out almost completely. his balls slap against your ass when he does, his cock sheathed inside of you so far it’s like it’s poking your stomach.

his pace starts slow and consistent, his hips rocking into yours with timed thrusts that hit deep. your legs feel weak and your head is spinning, drunk off of his cock and how good it is. but it’s not satisfying you, you need more. you want more.

your heels dig into the dip of his lower back and you mewl, “faster, p-please.”

“anything for you, pretty girl.” he grunts, using one hand to grip your hip and the other to form a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging your head back so he can rest his forehead in the crook of your neck.

sunghoon angles his hips and pistons his cock into you quicker. each thrust is punctuated by his pelvis snapping into your own harshly and his fistful of your hair stinging your scalp. his hold on your waist is nearly bruising, but you don’t really care, too high from the pleasure he’s providing you. your moans raise in volume as you feel the band in your belly grow tighter.

your pussy clenches around him and he releases your hair in favor of rubbing tight circles into your clit. the stimulation of his cock driving in and out of you combined with his thumb on your most sensitive area has alarms blaring in your head as a warning for your second incoming orgasm. “i’m so so close, hoon, fuck— just like that,”

“c’mon baby, you can give it to me,” he coos, changing his angle again so he reaches that spongy spot in your cunt.

you swear you can see spots when it crashes onto you, your whole body spasming with the intensity of it. sunghoon prolongs your orgasm, still thrusting into you with a purpose. you know he’s closer to his edge too from how desperate he’s moving and the whines leaving his lips. you’re so sensitive it’s making you insane, but you allow him to keep abusing your pussy.

“where do you want me?” he asks breathily, his sweaty forehead sticking to your skin.

“inside,” you moan, your toes curling. “cum inside me, sunghoon,”

he just about loses it at that, fucking into you with everything he can manage and sinking his nails into the fat of your hips to hold you still. you’re overstimulated and your brain is foggy so you keep squirming around, involuntarily squeezing your walls around his length. it’s not too much later that he finally releases, painting your cunt with milky white ropes of cum.

he slumps forward once he’s given all he has to offer, his chest flat against yours while he attempts to regulate his breathing. the two of you lie there for a bit, recovering from what just happened. eventually he pulls out and disappears into the bathroom, only to return with a warm and damp washcloth seconds after. he hands it to you wordlessly and you awkwardly clean yourself up, wincing due to the acute sensitivity you were feeling. sunghoon sits beside you, naked and silent.

you think it’s funny how he was so confident not even ten minutes ago and now he’s acting like a shy teenager. you know you have to talk about the situation at hand and what it means for your relationship, but in this moment, the cloudiness of your head subsided, that fear of rejection has creeped back in. was it just a temporary lapse of judgment on his part? did he just feel attraction towards you because you dolled yourself up for once?

the insecurity rushes in like a tsunami wave and you want nothing more than to get out of here before you drown.

“i—”

“we—”

you both speak at the same time, cutting each other off before you can continue. he gestures for you to go first and you sigh, reaching for the t-shirt thrown over the bedpost from this morning. you slip it on, along with your discarded underwear, to hide your body, comparatively aware of how exposed you were. he follows suit, putting his underwear back on.

“i think i should sleep somewhere else tonight.” you say, your tone uneasy.

sunghoon’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “w-what? why?”

“it’s already awkward enough,” you avoid his eyes. “i don’t think sleeping in the same bed is gonna help.”

“i was just trying to put together the right words,” he explains, brows still furrowed. “i don’t wanna give you a half assed confession after we just had sex, y’know? you deserve something more intimate than that.”

you blink, thrown for a loop by his admission. well now you felt like an idiot.

“c-confession?” you stutter, resembling a cartoon character with your jaw on the ground.

“did you— did you think i was gonna treat this as a random hookup?” his lips form a frown, like he was offended by your assumption.

“um, yeah? i mean, you never really expressed any interest in me before tonight, sunghoon. you’ve only ever talked about other girls you’ve fucked around with. you can’t really blame me.” you play with the hem of the (his) t-shirt.

his hand finds its way under your chin, lifting it so you have to look at him. the glint in his eyes is soft and you will away the tears threatening to appear. “you really have no idea huh?”

“what are you talking about?” you sniffle.

“y/n, i’ve been in love with you for like five years. any time i’ve talked about another girl, it was to see whether or not you seemed bothered by it. did you actually think i felt nothing for you?” sunghoon snorts, wiping away a stray tear that rolls down your cheek.

“yeah,” you laugh, feeling a little silly for not knowing he liked you this entire time. “i guess i was blinded by my own emotions.”

“that’s why it made me mad that you were hitting it off so well with that jisung guy,” he holds one of your hands in his lap, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. “i kinda figured you felt the same, but i was starting to doubt it after that.”

“hoon, i was only doing that ‘cause i thought i had no chance with you,” you shake your head. “if you had told me sooner, all of this could’ve been prevented.”

“or if you told me sooner.” he adds with a shrug.

you lightly poke his chest with a playful eye roll. he smiles at you fondly and you think this is perfect. you weren’t expecting the night to go in this direction, but you definitely aren’t complaining. somehow you feel like heeseung is to thank, in an odd way. (you’d never let him know that though.)

“can i kiss you again? for real this time?” sunghoon asks, scooting a little closer to you on the bed.

you nod, leaning into him so you can connect your lips in a sweet kiss. it’s not full of hunger or desire, but it still has that same passion from earlier. it’s loving and it’s everything you’ve ever needed from a kiss with park sunghoon.

you don’t get to indulge in the moment any longer, though, a thud sounding outside your room and hushed voices filtering from under the door. you and sunghoon share a look.

“shut the fuck up, they’re gonna hear us!”

“you’re the one being loud, what are you saying?”

“jake shut your fucking mouth, don’t back talk me.”

“wait why are they quiet?”

“shhh!”

sunghoon scoffs before he opens the door, revealing your friends all gathered in front of it. jake and kai fall forward, ears first. they give you guilty smiles when they realize they’ve been caught, chuckling uncomfortably.

“beomgyu, you owe me five bucks.” heeseung says when he takes notice of the clothes strewn across the room.

nevermind. lee heeseung truly was the bane of your existence.

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[dylanmunson]

Eddie Munson / First time

18+

masterlist | wattpad | requests are open | eddie fic

i cant remember the last time i wrote smut? but i hope this is alright lol, and i picked eddie, cause although i dont mind writing fiction for joe this felt more right as an eddie fic. 

word count :2.5k 

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Eddie and I had just returned after our little date night, i say date night but it was really just a trip to the movies with steve and his 6 nuggets. Not that i minded, it was cute. I enjoyed our time together. Eddie opens the door to the trailer letting me walk in first, i sigh and sit on the sofa kicking my sofas off as eddie walks into the kitchen area. 

"whats up doll?" he says "huh?" "youve had this look on your face" he chuckles coming around the corner with a glass of water in his hand. "whatcha mean eds" i mumble. He smiles softly sitting next to me, hand on thigh moving my body to face his. "this look sweetness" he grins running his thumb along my jaw. "like concentrating but not" he says raising a brow "whats on your mind my love?" he mumbles kissing the back of my hand. 

I sigh and shrug "eds" i mumble he hums looking up at me "we've been together now for what like 3-4months?" i ask, he nods and kisses my hand again, pulling me into his lap. "the best 4 months of my life sweetness" he chuckles against my shoulder. "then why havent we had sex" i sigh covering my face. My cheeks going red, i pull away but eddie pulls me closer chuckling. "oh love" he grins kissing my forehead, then my hands which still cover my face. "sweetheart look at me" he grins, i peek through my fingers and the curly haired boy in front of me. 

Him pulling my body closer, so im now straddling his lap. "we, we havent had sex yet because" he smiles moving my hands away from my face, and intertwining our hands "cause i know its your very, very first time and i want you to be ready" he mumbles softly, kissing my nose. "i mean im not like a complete virgin" i mumble looking at where our clothed bodies meet. "i didnt wanna rush into anything sweetheart" he smiles, i sigh looking at the doe eyed boy. 

"and trust me, i wouldve bedded you long ago" he chuckles, i groan rolling my eyes "edward!" he chuckles "just wanted you to be ready" "well i am ready" i mumble, he smirks "yeah?" he mumbles moving his face closer to mine, i nod my head as our foreheads touch. "i need you to use your words love" he says "please eddie, want you so bad" i sigh, he grins putting his hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into for a kiss. 

Its hot and heavy, but still got some sweetness to it. He grins biting my bottom lip as i whimper, "sweetheart" he chuckles "please" i mumble, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him back in for a kiss. Running my hands through his curls, letting out a little moan, grinding down on him slightly. He grunts into the kiss moving his hands to my sides, then my bum giving it a little squeeze. When theres a banging at the door. "ignore it" i mumble, moving to kiss his neck lightly. But it carries on.

Sighing i get up and let eddie go get the door "what the hell you doing here henderson?" he sighs. 

Safe to say we did not get any further that night. 

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It was now the following friday, and the whole gang had made plans to go to dustins to play dnd. Eddie had said he could be dm for the next campaign and little henderson was over the moon. I groan rolling out of bed, and walking over to the phone, debating on cancelling the evening, not wanting to be sitting in anyones basement but rather curled up in bed with my boyfriend watching shitty films. and possibly more. 

I sigh and ring eddies home phone, twirling the phone cord inbetween my fingers as it rings. But theres no answer, i try a few more times and nothing. So i ring dustins home phone, knowing my nerdy other half is probably over there helping the young dm make sure everything is perfect for their game in a few hours. 

"hey whats up?" he says, grinning, i cant see him but i know hes grinning. "oh uh hey dusty" i sigh "hey you ok?" he says, his voice turning softer. "uh is eddie there?" "oh shit yeah of course. EDDIE!" he shouts. Theres fumbling of the phone and shouting before eddie picks up "hello eddie the banished speaking how can i help?" he chuckles. "eds" i mumble "baby whats wrong?" he stops, his tone dropping "i just.. i miss you" i shrug, he chuckles "baby your seeing me in like an hour" "i dont wanna" i mumble, sighing "not feeling good" i sigh closing my eyes. Squeezing my thighs together, i felt fine, i was just really fucking needy for my boyfriend. "oh my baby, whats wrong?" he sighs, i hear movement on the other line and i rub a hand over my forehead. "just achy" i shrug. "o-ok, two minutes alright?" he says, before hanging up, i groan and put the phone down. "fuck you then munson" I sigh and lay down on the bed again. 

Images of Eddie laying above me, kissing my neck and softly massaging my boobs run through my mind, i bite my lip and move my hand down to my clothed heat, rubbing myself a tiny bit. "fuck" i huff out "y/n are you ok hun?" my mum says knocking at the door. "umm yeah im fine" i say back, making myself decent as she walks in. "right well we're off out for the evening, see you later" she smiles, i nod waving good bye before i hear the door close and car drive away. 

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"hey princess" i hear as i enter the hallway, snacks in hand. "eddie!" i grin running and jumping up into his arms, he chuckles wrapping his arms below my bum, "thought you werent feeling well huh?" he chuckles, i groan hiding in the crook of his neck "shhh" he chuckles kissing my head "missed yooouu" i say moving my face to his and kiss him. "missed you too baby" he mumbles, moving us to the living area laying me on the sofa. 

"is this what you wanted huh?" he grins, i nod pulling him down to kiss me again. Its hot and heavy and so god damn needy. "eddie, i- i need you" i say as he kisses my neck, "you sure?" i nod "please" i sigh, he nods "ok" he grins grabbing my hand and leading us upstairs. 

I jump on the bed pulling eddie close as i do, his jacket now long gone. He begins placing kisses on my cheeks and neck as i tug at the hem of his shirt. "off.. please" i sigh, he chuckles pulling it off in one swift movement, i grin biting my lip running my hands down his chest. Sure i'd seen him topless countless times but hes so god damn gorgeous. 

He comes back down to kiss me again, running a hand through his hair, trying to be as close as possible. Moaning into the kiss i buck my hips against his, making him grind against me "fuck" "so good sweetheart" he mumbles, moving to kiss at my neck again, biting a little but not enough to leave marks. 

I tugging at his belt, and he just chuckles "sweet" he grins unbuckling it and sliding them down his legs "now this isnt fair is it" he chuckles, i smile softly, now sitting on my knees facing the boy "i want you eddie munson" i sigh putting my arms around his neck "take me. have me. im yours" i sigh, he nods pulling me into for another kiss, his hands roaming down my body finding just above my underwear to rest. 

He pulls away and looks at me, i nod and grin "i trust you munson" i mumble kissing him again, he wastes no time in pulling them down and throwing them with the rest of the clothes, he moans against the kiss as he runs a finger between my folds, i moan quietly into the kiss as he does, making him chuckle. 

"You alright sweet pea" he grins pulling away and looking down at what he's doing, nodding my head i throw my head back as he adds another finger, collecting my juices before slowly rubbing at my clit. "use your words love" he says moving down the bed so his head is rested on my thigh, i moan running a hand through his hair as he does, his lips ghosting over my right thigh as he adds more pressure while rubbing my clit. "eddie please" i moan pulling on his hair softly, he chuckles "please what baby" he mumbles kissing my thigh, moving his fingers lower, pushing one into me "oh fuck" i sigh closing my eyes. 

He chuckles thrusting it slowly, "you like that?" he mumbles moving up and kissing below my ear, before adding another finger and kissing on my pubic bone, before licking from my entrance to my clit "fucking hell! yes eddie fuck" he chuckles against my clit, sucking on it while thrusting two fingers in and out slowly. The vibration from his laugh sending me over the edge "eds imma" i moan hums against my clit, his other hand moving to my thigh to give it a squeeze. "cum for honey" he says before going back to eating me out. "oh fuck" i sob, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers as i reach my high. 

Head thrown back, thighs squeezing the poor boys head, loud moaning escaping my mouth, he grins looking up at me, dribble down his chin, he quickly wipes it away with his arm, "so so good sweetheart" he grins "so proud of you" he mumbles, coming up to place soft kisses over my face. "ready for more?" he sighs taking my ear lobe inbetween his teeth. "please" i sigh, reaching down taking his cock in my hand and pumping it, he sighs leaning his head against my shoulder "oh baby" he grunts before moving my hand away. He chuckles shaking his head "all about you right now ok" he smiles, kissing my nose. "buuuut" he leans back on his feet and points a finger at me grinning. 

"now now" he chuckles, pumping his leaky cock a few times "you let me know if its to much alright?" he says i nod "words sweetheart, use your words" "yeah, please eddie, need you" i moan softly making grabby hands at the boy in front of me, he smirks before lining himself up at my entrance. "might hurt a little" he mumbles, pushing in slowly "ah" he nods placing his forehead on my shoulder, kissing the skin there, moving ever so slowly. "fuck" i moan as he begins filling me up, "wh-do-do you want me to stop?" he says looking at me with a hint of worry in his eyes. 

I shake my head "no, no just move" i smile putting my hand on the side of his face, "please, need you so bad" i grin, he nods pushing the last little bit of his thick cock into me, holding on to my right thigh and kissing me roughly. I buck my hips up to try get him to move, but he stops me placing his hands on my hips "whoa sweet pea" he chuckles. 

"ed, move" i grin at the boy "i dont wanna hurt you" he mumbles kissing my neck again "edddie please" i moan, grinding against his cock, biting his shoulder. "eddie please, fuck me" i sigh leaving a mark on his shoulder while grinding on him, the pleasure taking over "oh" i moan. 

He looks down at me, before kissing the middle of my neck, picking up my right right and lifting it slightly before slowly thrusting. "fuck eddie shit" i moan, putting my hands on his chest, he nods biting his lip looking down at where our bodys join concentrating. He moves my thighs so the back of them are touching his chest, before leaning down and kissing me roughly again, "sh-fuc-ah" i gasp, the tip of his cock reaching further than a second ago. "shiii" he grunts into the kiss. 

It full of heat, teeth and tongue. 

He places a hand on the headboard and the other on my hip, letting my thighs drop to wrap around his waist. "gonna cum for me sweetheart" he moans, dropping his forehead to mine, i nod "use yours words sweetheart" he groans, moving his hand that was on my hip to my clit to rub circles. "fucking shit ed" i moan, he chuckles "harder" i mumble, he nods thrusting harder a tad bit faster. "fuck fuc" i moan, head thrown back eyes closed as i hit my high, legs tightening around the boy as he fucks me into next week. Eddie following soon after, him falling ontop of me soon after, our bodies still connected, but not bothered. 

His limp cock still in me, stopping all the thick cum from dripping from my fucked cunt. 

He places his head on my chest, running his fingers up and down my arm, i grin kissing his head "shit eds" i giggle, he chuckles looking up at me "what?" he grins "that was fucking hot, can i ride you next time" I feel his cock move in side of him, "oh" i grin down at him, he grins his cheeks turning red. "i love you eddie munson" i mumble kissing his forehead, he nods slowly moving out of me "ah" i sigh at the lose of body contact, as he gets up grabbing a towel and cleaning us up, "and i love you" he mumbles kissing my hips as he finishes cleaning up the mess we made. "mhmm" i sigh as he blows cool air on my abused cunt. "sensitive sweetheart"  he smirks before laying beside me, pulling me into his side. "i love you y/n /yl/n" he nods. "should pretend to be sick more often" he chuckles "oh shit, you had" he grins kissing me. 

"so fucking worth it" he chuckles "would miss dnd with those losers any night for this" he chuckles, "im so in love with you eddie munson" i sigh "and i you" he grins kissing my nose.

[heymrstargazer]

An Unnecessarily Long Analysis on Chevalier: The Trailer

joseph bologne, otherwise known as the chevalier de saint-george/s, was, to put it in simple terms, a badass. i have done months worth of research on this man, including out-of-town trips throughout my state to obtain archived materials and the only (and outrageously expensive) book written about him (the chevalier de saint-georges: virtuoso of the sword and the bow by gabriel banat). ive been beyond excited for chevalier, a movie coming out on april 21st, which explores his life. but, the more and more i watch this trailer and think about it, the more inaccurate it's seeming to be. now, to preface, im not a critic, i havent seen the movie early, im just a person who knows an unnecessary amount about him so now im going to share (also i am going off memory alone, though i am pretty damn confident in my ability to remember everything chronologically)

to give a very short rundown, joseph, born in guadeloupe in 1745, was born to a wealthy plantation owner, his father, and his enslaved mother. after a few years, (and his fathers murder conviction, which he fled from before he could be beheaded,) his father's wife brought him and his mother to france where his father had fled to. his father enrolled him in the best schools, particularly a fencing academy where he was taught by nicolas texier de la boëssière. throughout his time there, and presumably before, he also studied and played the violin. his talent was utterly clear to anyone who watched him, whether it be fencing or playing, and he even came to surpass his fencing teachers

fencing was what originally got him in with the likes of france's higher-up society members, both fencing for and with them. this didn't turn out to be his primary passion, though. fencing, composing, and anything of the sort was what he focused most of his time on. by the age of 24 he took over gossec's concert des amateurs, and had plenty of a presence in the musical scene. despite being mixed, he was able to establish himself within many communities, including with royalty (he taught and worked with marie antoinette for a considerable amount of time). he was actually met with very little resistance because of his talent, but when it came to more sophisticated positions and opportunities, there were setbacks. most notably, he applied to lead the paris opera, to which many members said they would quit because they wouldn't work for a man "like him," to which he withdrew his application

this is not where he stops, of course. he continues on to write operas, concertos, and any other compositional piece he put his mind to (as well as fencing on the side)

with his royal connections, he also became good acquaintances with prince philippe, duke of orléans. eventually (and after a shit ton of events that i dont have time to get into), through this connection, he gets involved in the french revolution (bc of course he would). due to racist laws of the time, he was put with an an all-black legion that he lead as colonel, which is later renamed to la legion saint-georges because of his astounding leadership and skill (he was still doing concerts and shit on the side btw)

his revolution career came to an end when he was falsely accused of misappropriating funds and jailed for a period of time because of it. after that, he eventually went back to making music until he died in 1799

okay, i know that was a lot, but trust me thats just scratching the surface of his life. now, to get into the actual reason im here:

this trailer, for the movie about his life, is, from what i can see, at least partial bullshit

their biggest point, and the opening scene according to the reviews that have been published so far, is of him interrupting a mozart concert. throughout the sources that are available about him, researches are adamant that he never interacted or was in direct competition with mozart. from what i can tell, hes about 19-23 in this, meaning he hasnt taken over the concert des amateurs yet. this also means that mozart can be no older than 12 years old. yes he was a prodigy, but even in the trailer they look the same age. like how tf are you going to base your MAIN EVENT. YOUR SELLING POINT. THE FIRST THING ON SCREEN. on something completely fictional. also, if mozart is an adult by then, joseph was well established and already assisted in creating a whole new genre, one which mozart eventually took inspiration from

also, from everything else ive seen, theres a significant focus on the singular relationship we know about in his life. yes okay it was a part of his life, and yes theyre trying to make it sell, but it had nothing to do with his success

now you might be asking, so? its a movie? who gives a shit? and i see you. i understand it. no matter how much i tear it apart im still excited about it bc theyre acknowledging him at all. im literally going to see it the week it comes out. but. but, theyre claiming to be telling an untold, true story, when they're clearly dramatizing a large majority of it. listen, im not entirely stupid, i know this is how movies work, but my god is it driving my crazy that this is going to be his "reintroduction" to the modern world

listen, they didnt do everything wrong. i dont have context for a majority of it, but from what i can tell the rest of the events are more or less plausible. im also beyond happy that he is being represented in the masses for the first time since his death, and being recognized at all. im hoping this sparks more research about him, especially more attainable research (seriously the only book about him is available for no less than $300 and for what????)

also, i also understand that this is only 2 minutes of the entire movie. yes you should also know i have watched it over 30 times since it came out (hyperfixation at its finest <3), but i understand this is just barely a glimpse at it. im going to of course do a full update when the movie comes out, but for now this is what i have to say. please, if you go see (for the love of god if this has taught you anything go see it), know that the movie is probably not going to be a great representation of his true story (and hopefully look into some more research about him)

[txdeathmatch]

i have revolution predictions and i must scream

julia hart & skye blue vs. kris statlander & willow nightingale (zero hour): kris and willow are winning this one i think. i feel it in my bones that happen to be incorrect 9 times out of 10 but whatever.

orange cassidy vs. roderick strong (international championship): i don't think oc is retaining fellas .. whether it be due to interference or what, hes not keeping the belt i'm afraid. they've built the undisputed kingdom up (kinda) as these guys who were Absolutely going to get those belts and i see it. sucks

ftr vs. bcc: bcc. nothing more. bcc.

will ospreay vs. konosuke takeshita: i feel like will is gonna win this one purely because i don't think aew would let him lose his first match officially signed ?? if it wasn't for that, i would bet takeshita tbh. i hope this match gets them both out of the don callis family; will didn't seem too Excited about don callis disrupting his moment, despite it being "good" yknow.. get out of there bbgs

christian cage vs. daniel garcia: fuck okay i Want DG to win but. if adam copeland is for-real out and not able to be part of revolution, i don't think hes gonna win it. christian cage will retain and when adam copeland comes back, their feud will pick up. or! hey! maybe they'll move onto a DG/adam copeland feud. i would love that shit ouuuh

eddie kingston vs. bryan danielson: eddie is absolutely retaining and i can't explain my prediction, it just feels right lmao love bryan but its not happening.

toni storm vs. deonna purrazzo: toni storm is retaining and hopping into a feud-ish with mariah may at one point or another that results in mariah may getting the gold. hopping waaay into the future, but the way theyre building it up.. hm. questionable. OR if deonna does win, i see mariah may being the one who ruins toni's chance of retaining, maybe? mariah is obviously head over heels in love with toni and maybe its too soon to do her big "betrayal", i don't know. either way i'm so excited for this match its CRAZYY

samoa joe vs. hangman page vs. swerve strickland: this is the only match i don't think anyone can guess the outcome of like. samoa joe hasn't been a champ for very long, hangman is DEAD SET on not letting swerve be the new champ, and swerve has been built up to be this crazy loved star, despite his extreme heel tendencies its a lot !! but i do kinda feel like joe will retain. its either joe or swerve - or, fuck it, maybe a time limit draw. i don't think they'd do that, though. i am hoping swerve wins, but at the same time, i want joe to retain. tough choices. the build up to this match has been nuts and so so entertaining, maybe the best part of aew lately.

sting & darby allin vs. young bucks: damn i just realized sting and darby never got a tag name LMAO anyways, the bucks are winning this one. obviously. OBVIOUSLY. i'm excited for this match too purely because sting and darby have talked about how theyre going all out for it and its like. how much more can you do that you havent already done? theyre gonna bbq the bucks yall.. i can see them losing the belts here and darby turning heel after (-his trip up mount everest) said fact because maybe he'd blame himself for the loss in kayfabe or what have you, i think the aftermath is gonna hit, especially if you really like darby, but this match is also gonna be crazy emotional from start to finish and i hope sting appears every now and then after :")

whatever it may be, i know this ppv is gonna Fuck. bless up

[waglifeornolife]

i’ve got a bit of a personal issue that i need advice on, i’ve spoke to my boyfriend about it obviously but i just need other people’s opinion…

so my family went no contact with us when i was young, my mums whole family havent spoken to me since she died almost 15 years ago (we hate them) and my dads brother who was like another father to me (who this situation involves).

my uncle moved to spain almost 10 years ago and i havent spoken to him since, ive spoken to my little cousin (you remember the footballer one?) but not as much as id like to. myself and my uncle were so close to the point i was at his house every day as a kid, right up until he moved. our last proper conversation apart from the odd happy birthday or merry Christmas was about him coming to visit me whenever he comes back to england. now it’s important to know that him and my dad have never had the best relationship, it’s really toxic to the point if he turned up at my house now, my dad would flatten him. now over the past few months, since i was in spain for that work trip (i was literally staying in the same city that he lives!), i’ve been wanting to reach out and try to rebuild that bond i had with him yet im hesitant because he didn’t keep his promise to see me, and i haven’t seen or spoken to him since the day before he moved.

i guess i’m just scared that it’s not going to go down well with my family because he comes to england and only visits his dad, not even my nanna who is the purest human in the world. it’s also important to note that his biological dad abandoned him and my dad when they were really young, and my dad has no relationship with him (there’s a connection there to the monster my sister dated too but that’s where things get really messed up!).

i’ll be honest, i’m fucking terrified that if i contact him and start to rebuild the bond we had when i was a kid, my family would start to stop speaking to me (it’s not beyond them, trust me). i’m just in a predicament because i want to do this but i don’t want to make anyone upset or uncomfortable, i just don’t want to risk them hating me for it 🥲

i know my family sounds complicated and messed up, imagine how it is for me trying to wrap my head around it. i can’t complain too much because so many people have it worse than me 🫶🏼

sorry for the little personal dump, i just need some advice that isn’t my boyfriends “i’ll punch him” 😂

[system-of-a-feather]

Recovery and Forgiveness

A bit of a positive healing related and focused ramble cause the newest Ted Lasso episode had me thinking about things (watch it, its got REALLY good mental health depiction) but I feel something - particularly in earlier stages of healing - that I could never really understand and that no one really ever explained in a way that didn't sound like therapist regurgitation at best and often really stupid toxic positivity was how the idea of "forgiveness" goes into healing.

I used to hate when people said "one of the best things you can do for yourself is to forgive" and what not cause it was something I grew up with that caused me immense harm and also was often said as if "forgiving" someone is something you can actually choose to do. You can't "forgive" someone out of just sheer will or logic or thinking. The action of "forgiving" is less an action and more a mental state, relative to an emotion.

I was watching that episode and it kind of made me pause and realize.... since when did we start forgiving so many people and when did we genuinely forgive most (not all, some are factually unredeemable and / or do not deserve it because they are still the way they were in the past) but at this point we can genuinely say we've basically entirely forgiven our mom, our overtly abusive middle sister, our fiance, our best friend, and even our dad for the most part - all of which honestly had done us a lot of severe harm in their own ways. Honestly, the only main abusers we "havent forgiven" is our primary CSA perpetrator and our oldest sister who has made no efforts to do better, reflect on her actions, improve herself, or even remotely take responsibility for her actions. And just thinking about that gave me some whiplash, because we used to be very vengeful - very grudge holding - very unforgiving.

And I'm still kind of piecing together how we even got here and when, but a thing I do know and I think is important to put out there for my younger self(ves) is

You can't make yourself forgive anything or anyone. As a result, you only do you not have to forgive anyone but you really can't even make yourself forgive someone if it isn't natural.

Forgiveness is not about saying "its okay" or that the hurt was gone. Some emotionally abusive people may have established through guilt trips that if you forgive someone, that you are supposed to never mention the harm they caused. That isn't forgiveness - that is repression.

Forgiveness is more about saying "what happened was in the past and it fucking hurt, but today is today and what is in the past is over and I am willing to let that past go"

Forgiveness doesn't require any action to go with it. You can keep that person your forgiven out of your life. You can welcome that person back in. You can return to something similar to what it was before the event. You can embrace that things are inherently different.

Forgiveness isn't absolute or a contract. You can forgive someone, but if they betray that and still continue to act the way they used to, you can take it back.

And even more so, forgiveness doesn't erase the hurt that you been through or the hurt that they have done. Forgiveness stems from an understanding of the pain that had been done, and (usually) a mutual understanding of the situation, how it happened, why it happened, and that it wasn't okay but that was the past and holding onto that keeps the future from building something anew - perhaps even far better than what was there before.

My middle sister spent our entire childhood directly abusing and terrorizing us. She physically hurt us, emotionally hurt us, isolated us and got our parents to regularly neglect us. She was horrible. She directly admitted and told us that she hated us from the moment we were able to speak and no longer a cute baby-a-live doll. We had cut her off for a good couple years, zero contact, zero acknowledgement, straight up rejected out of our life.

I forgot honestly exactly when or why we decided to break that - but I think it was following us repairing things with our mom a good bit and that then her word and unique circumstances combined with a random day when someone (probably Lucille) suggested we message her about real talk - perhaps it was about how shit Amy was and dumping tea or something with gender - but we ended up talking to her again

After a while, we both went through the wringer and we both came out the other end. We've dealt with our crap and honestly came to a mutual understanding even necessarily about the shit that we went through, but that we lived and were living through hell. We both went through so much and we both - at the point of talking - were just honestly tired of going back to that place. We were both too old, had too much in life, and too much we liked and loved and wanted to do than bring that hurt from the past constantly forward. We took ownership of our respective roles and honestly quickly built a really great new foundation that never had a chance to even exist around mutual radical leftistness and being the local queers.

She's honestly become one of my best allies and honestly, we get along really well. These days, I'm EXCITED for when she is in town. I want to do things with her. I call her from time to time to bitch about things, spill tea, and just chat. I appreciate her company and honestly, I love her as my sister. She is my sister, she is my family.

It was a similar situation with my mom, where Lucille dragged us against everyone else in the system being over it, to make us give her one chance ultimatum of "go to therapy with us or loose us for good" and it was fucking horrible first few months - but with the help of a therapist, we got to air out all the fucking hurt and pain that we had - we talked about the circumstance and learned to understand how we felt and how everything came to lead to the behaviors that brought pain and hurt.

We learned to understand and communicate with one another better. We learned how the past affected us and irreversibly changed us, and that while the hurt was not okay, that the irreversibly changed versions of us can still live and make something great in the present with what we have.

And these days? I actually go home to my mom sometimes to vent about stressful things and spill tea. We play board games occasionally. We are on great terms and while I still struggle with the concept and understanding of it, but I think she might be something of what a "mother" might be like. She's still probably more of a friend than a "mom" which was part of her issue raising us, but in the present moment, I'd take that over what was in the past especially since now - I'm an adult and I don't really need a mom so much as I need a friend.

I could honestly go with a lot of these and break them down cause there have been a lot and some of - if not all - of my most valuable relationships I have now I think stemmed from really shit places at a point and time and managed to both heal and bring a sense of forgiveness into the relationship.

Also hilariously, AT LEAST 85% of those relationships getting better like that were solely because of Lucille dragging our system since the rest of us are bad at it.

I dunno how to wrap this up so Ill just end it, but for some context to this post, I have a rule of thumb of healing and recovery, is that if I find myself reflecting upon and thinking on something positive and healing about our trauma and past, I gotta let it stew and flow until it ends and I should write it down just to make sure the moment is registered well.

[football-whore]

Honeymoon smut w’ kylian🤧please

OFCC and I apologize if its bad because I have been busy going to hospitals and other stuff like school and football trainings, cups and matches because football season has started again.

So I might not post as often but maybe like 1-2 every week so yall know.

Warnings: smut and fluff at the end.

And reader is from italy because why not(Def not bc im from italy) There might be some italian and it might be bad bc I haven't written in italian for so long.

AND DONT READ IF UNCOMFARTBLE WITH SMUT!!

You and Kylian were on a honeymoon in your homeland Italy. You havent visited Italy since you moved to France so you were really happy when the private plane landed.

Kylian had to hold you down so you wouldn't jump up and down the whole trip.

You were the first to get out of the plane when it landed. You even forgot about your bags so Kylian had to carry them.

You two waited for a taxi to pick you two up and drive you to your hotel in rome. When the taxi finally came the driver came out and helped us pack our stuff in the car "Dove stai andando?"(where are you going?) the man asked.

"Stavamo andando a roma" (we're going to rome) You answer. The man just nodded and started to drive to rome. Kylian was very confused because he didn't understand Italian but he trusted you.

When you got there you thanked the driver and took all of your bags and suitcases out of the car. The hotel you were staying at was named rome cavalieri.

Kylian had booked the most expensive room just for you two and that was why you loved him.

Not because of the money but how he always wanted the best for you and you wanted the best for him.

When you two got up to your room the first thing you did was to look around "Cosí bello!" (so beautiful!) was the first thing you said. But kylian didn't care so much because he was exhausted so he jumped on the bed to take a nap.

You went into the bedroom where Kylian was napping and kissed his cheek before you went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Just as you were about to jump into the shower you heard the door open and you saw kylian "Did you really think you would shower without me, mon amour?" You heard him say.

"No..I just didn't wanna wake up!" You said and Kylian had already taken off his clothes showing his big member.

You blushed when you saw it even tho you've seen it hundred of times before but it still made you frustrated and that turned Kylian on. He jumped into the shower with you and turned it on.

Your back arched as you felt the cold water on your skin and that turned him on even more but he didn't wanna do anything yet.

"Can you help me with my back amore?" you asked and he does as you ask him. He took some soap on your back and started to rub it. While he rubbed your back he looked down and saw your ass and decided to slap it.

"Ow! Kylian!" you moaned as you felt that your ass hurt. He didn't really care if it hurt he was just horny right now and all he wanted was you.

After you two was done in the shower you were still in a robe trying to decide which outfit you were gonna have when you were gonna wear to the restaurant you two were supposed to go on a date to.

"Mio caro which dress should I have?" you asked while you showed two diffrent dresses a red and a black.

"The black one.." Kylian said looking at his phone clearly not looking at the dresses. "Could you atleast look!" You said kinda mad at him. He looked up at you and walked over to you grabbing your waist.

"You don't have to worry about how you look..You will always be pretty no matter what mon amour" he said which made you blush.

You kissed him and when you tried to pull away he just hotten the kiss. You moaned as you felt him pull you closer to him. He then threw you on the bed taking off your rope.

He crawled ontop of you and started to kiss you rubbing the side of your waist making you moan into the kiss.

You tried to make him take off his boxers since he didn't have anything on expect boxers. He helped you take off his boxers reaveling his big and juicy member.

You didn't wear anything so he just pushed inside of you.

"Ohh mio dio!" (Oh my goodness)You moaned and he started to move without warning you. He always got turned on whenever you spoke italian so it made him want you even more.

He gripped onto your hips and his grip got harder by each thrust in and out of you. You gribbed onto the sheets as you felt a knot in your stomach.

His thrust got rougher and faster getting him closer to his own orgasm "I'm close, mon amour!" he groaned. His thrust getting sloppier and slower.

You felt him twitching inside of you as both of you finally realeased your orgasms.

He pulled out and laid himself beside you.

He took your hand in his and kissed it "You know I love you more than the whole world" he says. You smiled and said "Of course I know, amore!".

After a while you two finally got up and fixed yourself for the restaurant.

While you two were walking there you felt put his arm around your shoulder and giving you a kiss on the lips.

You two finally arrived at the restaurant and he held your hand the entire time you were there which made you get a big smile on your face.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

This is probably so bad and I probably spelt wrong on every single Italian word so if i did pls correct me. But I hope you all like this and this is a apology for my bad Haaland ballon d'or imagine

[shaaaaaaar]

i’ve been thinking recently about how wacky my science teachers have been for specifically my upper classman years (11th and 12th grade, because americans like to give funny names to high schoolers).

i took abnormal classes so it’s to be expected i suppose, forensics and anatomy. but both of my teachers have been absolute trips.

in forensics we were taught by this nice old man called tom. he was the teacher for that year only because he was subbing in for someone and the school decided to let him teach the whole year. has a background as i believe an officer (but i could be wrong) and taught forensics in college. he was semi-retired when he taught us.

but what’s most important is everything else. he had a sense of humor that was basically just fucking with the class and dad jokes. you could tell he had several kids. tom had a complete and utter disregard for the rules and when we did have interactive and engaging lessons they were the experience ever

it was an in-person class but with heavy covid restrictions, to the point that we had a circle around the high school that we weren’t allowed to pass with the sole exception of if we needed to go to another building for lunch or for class. tom did not care. he took us outside of the circle several times for class and i can guarantee you he did not get permission from the school.

he also one time told us that if his class was first (as we used a block schedule) and we were late to school, we could sneak through the back entrance and he would not care.

at the end of the year he made a fake final exam just to mess with one kid; he told the entire class except for one personthat we were going to pretend to be doing a final that was never mentioned before. on the test the last question was “are you freaked out [kid’s name]”. the prank didn’t end up working out because the kid ended up being 30 minutes late to class and we all gave up but he was very proud of himself for the idea

we went around the parking lot treating it like a crime scene we were studying. we also did this in the elementary school playground. following the playground crime scene we made a slideshow of the evidence we found where we claimed tom was a murderer and we never dropped the joke.

we had an entire class period where we played with fake blood to make blood splatters.

he poured everyone a dixie cup of gatorade for a lab and right before we drank it deviated to teach us that we shouldnt drink from drinks already opened even when we know who is giving it to us which is an important lesson i still havent forgotten.

a kid mentioned hating escalators and he went on about how she has every right to be afraid and the lesson became about escalators being terrifying.

we planned to do a mock trial in the second half of the year which we never got to do and i’m still sad.

he drove a motorcycle to school on occasion and we found out after a class on crashes and how dangerous motorcycles can be and we were all deeply worried for him

he showed us pictures of his dog frequently and brought her in on the last day of class. after a class on a murder case he asked us to show oet pictures and acted like there was zero tonal whiplash in that transition

everyone loved tom. everyone speaks extremely fondly of tom even now.

but as a high school teacher he wasn’t the best. first quarter was fun, he would make engaging lessons that would often times be puzzles, take us out of the building to do more practical classes (again, without permission), talked about very interesting stuff and current events and how it tied into law. but then it eventually devolved into mostly lecturing without a slideshow in a way that made me unable to pay attention, so i’d just play tetris on my computer, talk to class, and at the end of the year literally play hollow knight in the back of the class.

it’s especially lame because when i could focus the class was genuinely extremely interesting, the material was cool with a cool teacher who was really passionate about this. and the hands-on stuff we did was amazing. it’s something i regret.

my anatomy class is the opposite in class structure, where the chaos comes entirely because of the material itself.

my teacher’s name is jamie, she teaches in the middle school but has a single anatomy and physiology class in the high school. she is a gymnast who got her degree in anatomy and you can TELL that she did, she is beyond passionate. you can also tell that she fought tooth and nail to be the one to teach this class.

it is awe-inspiring how easily we get off topic in this class and for how long we get off topic. jamie, again, is extremely passionate about this, and has talked several times about how excited she is that she can teach high schoolers and get to have more in-depth conversations about her passion.

we will end up wasting half of class talking about something that has nothing to do with the material we’re learning about because of a side comment. the class gets super into these conversations which doesn’t help.

what makes it better is that jamie has had a wild amount of injuries. she has had a tumor, lost her sense of smell, i think she fractured her skull, had her kid a month premature and went through a wild experience because of that, something will come up and she’ll mention some injury she got and it is terrifying. i think she finds me and my being in the course especially interesting because i’m planning on starting hrt and the process and effects is something she doesn’t know as much about.

anatomy is the most scuffed class i’ve ever taken too, it’s a weekly occurrence that something goes wrong. she’s a middle school teacher so she has to rush over from the middle school every day. this, along with high schooler dumbassery has led to several wild stories taking place, such as but not limited to

sending a class of 6th graders an email about a test on tissues that we were taking the next day, causing us to get the email at 3:30 in the morning and several 6th graders panickingly studying tissues

forgetting our tests in the middle school and having to print new tests out for the first 5 minutes of class

kids spilling barium on a white countertop and there being a student cleaning crew in the back of the classroom for 30 minutes (which was a sight to behold)

the teacher giving us a class activity to learn about anaerobic respiration where we did squats and squat jumps, underestimating the non-athletes in the class and leading to several kids having very sore legs for the next few days (which was really funny when we learned about DOMS and got asked if we ever experienced it)

her finding several middle schoolers running around the high school as she went to go teach our class. delaying the start of our class as she tried to deal with them

similar to tom, no matter what you think of the class everyone loves jamie and we all talk fondly of her as being “a great teacher in a class we get nothing done in”.

anyway, both of them have made me want to take an anatomy course and a forensics course of some kind in college, both of them for very different reasons but that boil down to my teachers making their respective class a wild collection of stories and memories that made me want to learn more.

[lostacelonnie]

Noelle is just gay as hell for lumine its a fact. You are correct both her hangouts are just them on dates. I always forget people use aether too & then see like. Hangout scenes with him or ayaka's forest scene with him in the inazuma story & go who tf is that oh yeah people pick aether & miss the gay shit. Abyss queen lumine supremacy real i know her jp voice doing abyss lumine is real good. I only know something about faruzan being in a cave for a long time. No context just that. They should give us a fish hangout i want my favorite weirdo to have one. Her & mona have been having real good interactions when they show up together. I read that comic in real time & it was a special kind of hell. I am also a dr fan but talk about it less. Ooooh nice! Ruin serpent isnt the worst honestly but it is slightly annoying. Cryo hypo was my beloathed now its rifthound boss. Had to fight it so much for yun jin & im still not done. Ahh thats entirely fair. I will look forward to your updates! Oh wait do you mean uh. Average avery on here when you mention avery? I dont think i saw a trailerbfor genshin but i did see ganyu & keqing & went alright ill play. & they keep adding hot women so here i am. Rpg style grinding is hard to focus on for me when i could simply not but i do it for my faves. Oh. Also glad to see you are a fellow rangers apprentice enjoyer

HI IM OFFICIALLY BACK FROM THE NORWAY TRIP SO UH. no more waiting 18395092895 years for a response. sorry about that. anyway rigghhhtttt??? its so funny that mhy by making the "canon" traveler male and trying to make his playthrough fanservicey to please That part of the fanbase they also made lumine playthroughs just. lesbian impact. THE AYAKA QUEST IS SUCH A GOOD EXAMPLE OF THIS YEAH. and SO true, gaslight gatekeep girlboss and yeah the jp va's are generally really good. yeah me too tbh??? and that she always calls herself "madam faruzan" and insists shes everyones superior??? no idea what thats about but she seems interesting. YES itd be so fun i can already tell. fish hangout when. SO TRUE i LIVE for the monafischl friendship. the way mona just. accepted that shes gonna get a Lot of weird nicknames. yeahhhh i uh. heard a lot about it. never had the motivation to venture in myself asjdkkgkjjskf. danganronpa rewrote my mind permanently tho. dark times. but i got a lot of friends from that fandom and even keep in touch with some of them. yeah ruin serpent is just kinda annoying, but i have personal beef with cryo hypostasis. the message ab the area round the ch being extremely cold is kind of a meme to me. OUUGH NOT THE RIFTHOUND...... RIP......... hate that one. tho i fortunately didnt have to grind it. and coming back to the trip, it was great! fed some reindeer. ate some reindeer. their meat is SO good btw. saw the northern lights. drove a dog sled. life is good. and yes i do mean average avery!!!!! shes my best friend 4 life. and fairrrrr tho for me it was uh. that one eula ad from a long time ago that got me into genshin? and now i main her so. lmao. i started grinding because of my everlasting love for bianka but now i have no life. rangers apprentice was my LIFE when i was younger omg. pretty sure it was one of my first ever special interests and GOD was it long. still love these books tho i havent read them in a While.

[taylorthegiant]

its like. a lot of the reasons i havent made as much progress on my transition as i would like to have done by now is because this is something that i need help with. i need support! and i asked for it from my family because i have no local friends and especially no local lgbt friends who might actually have recommendations on where to go to get treatment. and that ask for help (which was VERY difficult for me to do in the first place because i have the reputation of not being difficult and raising myself in my family) and i was met with two weeks of silence from my parents followed by a conversation i basically had to force them to have where they concluded that the only reason i had said i was trans was because i been brainwashed by tumblr (even though throughout puberty i went back and forth between display non gender normative behavior and overcompensating femininity in order to avoid rejection by my peers and family). and then met with “you should wait until after youre twenty five before you do anything” by my sister. so complete rejection from my parents and an indication that she thinks its a phase from my sister

and its like i hadnt been this hurt by my family since my dad told me i was possessed by a demon when i was having a panic attack! something he never apologized for doing until i dragged that out of him during the same conversation he told me i was brainwashed in!

and its like leading up to that we’ve got being ousted from my seven year long friend group when i was twelve (at a school where my grade size hadnt been more than twenty people since i was five). not being able to handle interacting with my neighbor friends after their dad died (that one is on me but it added to the isolation). the guy i considered my best friend saying he only saw me as entertainment (which was my role in the seven year long friend group so i dropped him to protect myself) which happened the same year i had my first serious relationship that ended in a not so nice way. then being called possessed by a demon by my dad. then finally making some new local friends via the internet but they ended up moving several states away (im not blaming them it was definitely something they needed to do to improve their lives it just. sucked from my perspective). getting my masculinity blamed for a fuck up instead of my general relationship inexperience (adding to the general feeling of my identity not being welcome in the circles i was in leading to more isolation)

and its like yeah ive been doing better at having online friends and im so grateful for every one of you but it really isnt the same as having a local network of support. i wish that it was and that it was able to fulfill those needs because i do love y’all dearly and care about you but god i need some people to hang out with that arent related to me so i don’t have to keep being in this house. and i had finally built up the confidence and determination to do so but my timing fucking sucked because it was in february 2020 and well. the fucking pandemic happened and now i don’t have a car that can do more than a sixty mile round trip and thats pushing it because i had to give my dad my car so he could go to work because his busted and my parents couldnt afford a car payment and ive been stuck with my brother’s shitty electric car which adds to the feeling or being trapped and isolated 💔

and like i was finally able to visit my closest distance online friend and i immediately tested positive for covid when i came back and its like great. negative reinforcement

[x-stoner-chick-4-lyfe-x]

The Freaks and Nerds

Eddie Munson x OC, Nancy Wheeler x OC

Author Note : This is the first chapter I havent wrote in a long time but as of us I fell for that metalhead so i hope you enjoy.

Allysa POV

“Billy” Max screams out in a wretched scream.

As I go to pull El back I look up and see the mind flayer ripping through him.

I grab her arm and something shocks me away from her. I fly getting slammed into one of the kiosks.

I see Max and El run towards me and behind them mind flayer starts thrashing around destroying anything in its path. 

After it falls to the ground we all these men in army clothes come running in. 

“Allysa Wake up!” I hear Max scream before everything goes black.

I wake up out of a cold sweat in my room as the same nightmare plays over in my head.

After the Byers moved to California I decided to stay here in Hawkins. I lived in Hawkins my whole life, It was my home. El wanted to stay with me but Owen made it very clear how do you expect a rebellious teen who can't stay out of trouble to raise a child.

I stumble out of my room to look at the clock to see I only have about thirty minutes to make it to school. I run back to my room tripping over my combat boots as I throw on my baggy black ripped jeans with my black sabbath t-shirt. Now putting on my boots I just tripped over and my side bag. I walk over to my nightstand and grab my pill bottle containing my headache medicine. Ever since I got that concussion I've had crazy headaches, Lucky Owen’s team sends me my prescription every month.

I take one of the pills out as I walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I grab my keys off the counter and walk over to dad's old lazy boy recliner and grab my jean jacket conveniently covered in doodles by my best friend Eddie “the Freak” Munson, my only consent in this hell forsaken town.  Eddie and I have been friends for years. Growing up on two different sides of the spectrum. The police chief's daughter and him the son of a felon. My dad always tried to keep me away from him, but there was just something about him. He made the whole world stop around me. I can be myself around him. I don't mind the stares or names.

“Keys? Check. Bag? Check.” I say out loud going over my mental list so I dont forget anything. “Jacket? Check Helmet?”

 I went over to the couch to see that it was in the middle of the coffee table surrounded by DnD figures. Remembering Dustin and Mike came over last night to practice for Eddie’s campaign. Now that they are in high school I don't babysit them anymore. I started their obsession. What else I was supposed to do with four middle school boys.

 When Eddie heard I was helping his members in defeating them from his drummer Tyler Buckly. He came right over to him knowing all the tricks to get past my dad's security system. 

The timer on my watch is going off, reminding me I'm late. I look on the couch

see that Eddie forgot his lunch box here last night. 

“He would lose his head if it wasn't attached I swear” I say sarcastically as I grab it.

I walk over to my 1979 Honda CX500 motorcycle. She wasn't the most reliable thing but she got me where I had to go.

I put Eddie’s lunch box in my side pouch on my bike. Got on my bike and put my helmet on and off to school. 

As I pull out onto the main road I hear a police horn and look in my mirror to see im getting pulled over. Eddie’s fucking lunchbox that isnt for a nutrishious meals might I add.

I slow down and pull to the side of the road and park my bike.I take my helmet off.

“Mrs.Hopper please get off the vehicle” He says over the speaker.

“Powell just come out please I have to get to school” I say in an agitated tone.

Powell hops out of his vehicle and slowly and dramatically walks up to her.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” Powell gives a disappointed look.

“The speed limit and I'm late for school Powell please don't start with me” I say rolling my eyes.

“That is Chief Powell you didn't come to get your dads honorary metal”  he says in a sad look.

“To make your ego bigger I dont need a stupid metal” I say annoyed.

“Get to school Hopper and keep your head on straight okay? He says with a hand on my shoulder.

“Whatever” I say as i nudge him away put my helmet off and hoping i wouldn be late.

Eddie’s POV

“Dude how did you lose that?” Tyler says behind me.

Tyler Buckly is just another one of my new sheep. When I put a flier on the bulletin board for auditions for our new drummer. I wasn't expecting nobody to show up but he did. He was the perfect fit to our clan of freaks. 

“I had it here last night before I went to see Allysa” I said out loud in frustration.

“Bro you really went to her house? You got it bad” he said laughing and leaning against my van.

“Speak of the devil here comes her highness now” he said as I hopped out the back to look as Allysa pulled into the parking lot.

I try not to stare as she pulls off her helmet, her red hair flowing down past her shoulders. 

“Munson!” she says my last name as she storms towards me.

“Yes princess?” I say as she stands in front of me. Her face has an angry expression but yet still smiles at my nickname i gave her.

“You forgot something last night and I got pulled over” she says as she throws my lunch box my way. I knew I had it before I went to her place last night. I brought it inside with me knowing she cant resist a smoke session even if she is training my players to defeat me. 

“Why did you get pulled over? Tyler asked, looking at Allysa. “And why was your lunch box at her place?” he then asked, looking at me.

“Just trying to get a new recruit for Hellfire” I smirk and wink at Allysa.

“Never gonna happen Munson” she said as she rolled her eyes “Besides i will just distract you”. As she said that I swear my heart skipped a beat.

“You guys going to the prep rally this morning” Tyler said as he threw the end of his cigarette on the ground.

“Fuck no” Allysa and I said in unison.

“Stop copying me” I said looking at her, she just stuck her tongue out and put her helmet in my van. “ It's okay if I put this in here and get it before Hellfire starts” she ask looking at me. 

“Of course princess” I say and bow, making her giggle.

“Smoke sesh in the usual spot” Tyler says nodding his head towards the woods.

“Is that a question, Buckly?” I said as I closed and locked my van.

We all make our way towards the spot in the middle of the woods Tyler in front of me. I turn to notice Allysa slowly stops keeping up with us. She looks lost in thought. It's not hard to notice she looks tired. I slow down to let her catch up.

“You okay?” i ask her she jumps “Sorry didn't mean to scare you” 

“You're fine just had a bad nightmare again last night” she says with a half smile.

“About the fire? Still can’t believe you were there but hey at least you had that sweet uniform” I say making her laugh.

“Didn't help that i had pigtail braids making me look like Dorthy from Wizard of Oz” she says between giggles. I lend my arm out for her to wrap hers around my mind and I intertwine them and we start to skip.

“We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz” we sing in unison as we go past Tyler.

“You guys are idiots” He says taking a sip of his flask.

[cainightfics]

what countries have you visited? which countries would you like to visit and why?

thanks for the ask! this is an interesting question lol

so basically ive been poor pretty much my whole life, and ive only ever been able to travel when part of it was funded by an outside source. so far, ive been to america, mexico, and a few different countries in europe. ill give you a #hashtag storytime about the europe trip tho.

ok so. in 2017 i was sent by my school district, along with a couple of other kids (i was in highschool at the time) to attend the 100 year anniversary of the battle of vimy ridge in france. if you don't know your WW1 history, basically this battle was a massive fight between the canadian army and the german army over this big hill in france called vimy ridge, which the german army had captured. the battle is considered a big deal in WW1 military history because the canadian army did some crazy tactical stuff to beat the germans and return the area to the french. this is what the ridge looks like (this isnt important lol its just for context):

anyways. so out of like thousands of applicants, me and a couple of other kids were selected to represent canada at this big 100 year memorial ceremony. flights, hotels, food stipend all paid for. i got picked because my french was pretty good (we're required to do 10 years of french class in canadian public school), and because i also knew some german.

so we get to france and go to the ceremony. it was a pretty big deal, i shook hands with prime minister trudeau, met prince harry, etc. i don't really care about any of that and if you ask me the royal family should be abolished and/or guillotined but whatever. in fact i did not care about literally any of this because when i signed up to go in the first place, i had any one goal in mind: to go to as many european countries as i could using the travel stipend the government gave me.

the ceremony ends and most of the schools im with are planning on heading back to canada the next morning. NOT ME LOL. i was a teenager with a passport and i had big plans. i had 500 euros, a eurail pass, and a dream.

over the next week or so, i (and two other people with me who i didnt really know) basically rode the trains/busses around central europe. we went to the netherlands, all around france, denmark, and germany. i stayed up for 72 hours straight at one point because i was so determined to experience as much as possible. this answer is already getting super long so ill just tell you some highlights of this trip:

at a burger king in munich i got scammed by a guy named salvatore who pretended to be a security guard and demanded a 2 euro "tip" for opening the door. salvatore if youre out there i havent forgotten and you WILL be dealt with if i ever see you again

i milked a cow at a dairy farm outside brussels. in exchange, the farm owners gave me a huge block of cheese. on the flight back to canada, i was told my cheese would be confiscated at the airport, because it wasnt in a checked bag. but i was like "well wtf im not just throwing out this wheel of cheese" so i ate the WHOLE THING in the last hour of the flight. it was at least three pounds of aged cheddar. id never felt so sick before

i had the best ramen of my life in an alleyway in paris. i have no idea if this was even a legit restaurant (it was literally just an alleyway and some guy cooking on a bunch of hotplates) but for some reason i ate there anyway. idk if i was tripping from lack of sleep at this point or what but the taste was literally heavenly

i managed to get into a techno club in frankfurt and then also talked my way into hanging out in the DJ booth for a good part of the night. heres a pic (i blocked out ppls faces for privacy, im the short dark haired one on the left):

anyways, that was teenage me's trip to europe. i had 500 euros to get me through a week and somehow managed to only spend 150 because i slept on the train, showered at public pools and rec centres, and ate nothing besides coffee and street food.

the last trip i went on was to las vegas in 2019, where i ended up joining this half naked furry stripper (?) in his street routine. we did some sort of dom/sub situation where i pretended to throw him around, choke him out, laugh at him while he pole danced, and force him to be my human chair. i made $50 in 2 minutes in tips from the crowd doing this btw and i was wearing like a hoodie and jeans just walking back to my hotel from dinner lmfao. idek i always just end up getting into these fucking random situations whenever i go anywhere lmfao 🤣🤣 i have whatever the opposite of social anxiety is

ANYWAYS enough of my stories.... as for where i would LIKE to travel?? hmm... probably asia? id like to see the chinese countryside, singapore, japan, korea, vietnam, thailand, etc. i do face this sort of ethical dilemma tho where a lot of travel that westerners do seems very exploitative and sort of like neo-imperialism, you know? plus with covid and climate change idk how i feel about international flights at the moment. but in an ideal world, id definitely like to check out asia

thanks again for the ask!