#Had to sit there for a whole minute like oh man…I bet you do don’t you?

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I have a tamagotchi collection emulator on my phone and because I’ve got brainrot I made HMS and it’s been like fine they’re doing fine but randomly Heart has a problem and after I fix it he just has one of those normal bubbles for when he just has something he wants to say for no reason so I click on it because I’m bored and he straight up says

“I wish I had bigger eyes”

and I just sat there like buddy….oh man….

[catiuskaa]

you asked me to stay. [Not yet].

PAIRING! idol!bangchan x reader

SUMMARY: even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

WC: 4.1k

CW: starts off fluffy, then angsty if you squint?, but develops into a (short but still) spicy NSFW. lol, the triangle of (fan)fiction! not gonna say anything else cause I don’t want to spoil it, teehee. Have fun! (I did!)

REQUESTED! here by my sweet 'n spicy baby @sharonxdevi, hope you like my take on it! <3

A/N: wanted to pop down here as a reminder that just because the setting is a fan meeting and yada yada, this work is still unrelated to Channie as an idol. now, please keep reading! I really like how this one turned out 🤭

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

He's so sweet.

You kept giggling and blushing like an idiot, but how couldn't you? The Christopher Bang was right before you, smiling and laughing at the lame jokes you blabbered as a blush surely creeped out, your face a deep shade of a pinkish tone.

“Oh, and I wanted to mention that you look so amazing in your performances! You have me addicted, Chan.” You giggled.

He chuckled, blushing lightly, raising a hand to his mouth, half covering it. “Really?”

You could melt at the sight of him.

“Yeah! I’ve watched all your fancams.” You nodded with enthusiasm.

His laughs turned louder, his ears red. “I feel so shy knowing someone as pretty as you watches me dance so much.”

…

You blinked, your eyes wide.

As what?

He cheeked his tongue, eyeing at you sheepishly.

Oh. So he knew what he was doing.

You smirked softly. Your change in attitude made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

“One minute.”

You eyed at the suited man that came to talk to Chan and smiled. He left back to his position, and you leaned closer to the idol.

“Just have to say, that tongue of yours?” You chuckled, and to him, it was one fo the most enticing sounds he had heard in a while. “Keep it in your mouth if you don’t want STAY to act up.”

There was a bubbly feeling in your stomach that only heightened when you watched his face displaying raw surprise.

You were about to combust in spontaneous fire because, well, you just flirted with an idol, a real famous one, that is, but then, he smirked, leaning even closer to you. You could feel his breath on the shell of your ear. His hand softly took yours, and your breath hitched as he snickered playfuly, making you feel a shiver travel down your spine.

“I’m thinking there are far more interesting places where I could keep it.” He grinned in a teasing tone, staring at your lips for a second, licking his own. “But I’m obedient. I’ll keep my mouth shut if you say so.” He stated lowly, his eyes locked on yours. …

Oh.

OH.

MY GOD.

He squeezed your hand, sitting back again. His face was covered by a shade of red, and he couldn’t exactly place what had taken over him.

For a moment, he bit his lip, wary of your reaction, considering you hadn’t so much as muttered anything, frozen in your place.

But then you chuckled, struggling to grasp what had just happened, and his whole body relaxed when you squeezed his hand too.

“Bet. You won’t.” You snickered, standing up, siren eyes staring down at him as you moved away, allowing the next person’s turn.

He winked at you as you left.

W-What had just happened?

Your mind felt fuzzy.

Had Bang Chan just done the triangle method on you?

Chan stared at your back before facing the person in front of him.

He could’ve sworn he had seen you before.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

Chan grimaced at Hyunjin, sinking his head back on the pillow in his hotel room.

“Leave him alone, Jinnie.” Yongbok frowned slightly. “But I have to say. Not the smartest move, mate.”

Chan sighed in frustration. “I know, I know.”

And it was because he knew that he didn’t dare to say, but just thinking about you, he also knew for a fact that he wouldn’t hesitate on doing it again. Had he had the opportunity, maybe even more.

But idols don’t do that.

Because it is for a reason that idols don’t date fans. Marketing? 100%. Sure. But it also protected them from scandals and such. Or that’s what Chan liked to say to himself.

Felix felt a bit guilty. Chan had gotten scolded by almost all the members now, some who went more ballistic than others —like Hyunjin, who still was fuming, claiming that if Chan was going to do something forbidden, he could’ve said something better than that—, but he looked at the fellow Australian and stood up, laying his small hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

The taller one stopped his rambling against Chan and his alleged lack of creativity regarding flirting, and his eyes softened, looking at Yongbok.

“Give the man a break.” Felix smiled softly. “He understands what he’s done. He’s a big boy. Right, Channie?”

The big boy lazily raised his hand from the bed, not moving his head from the pillow as he hummed and raised his thumb.

“This bitch—” Hyunjin started, threatening to throw a pillow at the older one, but Felix quickly pushed him away, taking him back to their room.

Finally alone after what seemed like a lifetime, Chan turned around, staring at the ceiling.

He covered his face with his hands.

Reckless. Stupid, reckless idiot.

It had to be past twelve when he got tired of waiting for sleep to get to him. That never happened anyways. So he stood up with a groan, yawning out of boredom, quickly fetching a jacket and heading to the elevators with slow steps.

He got in and slowly started to put on his beanie and his mask, which wouldn’t really make a difference if someone recognized him, still, it gave him some reassurance. But then, the elevator stopped barely two floors after he got in.

His whole body tensed up.

He recognized who stepped in, messy hair, funny slippers and padded jacket on.

He knew who that was, because he had been right.

He had seen you before.

“Oh.” You smiled, and he could tell by the small wrinkles in your eyes, because the bottom half of your face was hidden by the jacket’s high neck. “Good night.” You mumbled softly.

He nodded. He was afraid you’d recognize him. He was unsure of what to do himself —or if he should do anything—, he couldn’t even think of how you would react. And just the idea that you wouldn’t like seeing him there made him hide his face more in his dark mask, so instead, he fidgeted with his room card, not daring to look at you for too long.

“Trouble sleeping?” You pondered in a kind tone. He nodded again, and you smiled. He had to hold back the impulse of lowering your jacket just so he could see your bright features, the ones that had charmed him so much barely a couple of hours ago.

“Same here.” You muttered, and he could’ve sworn that your voice alone, warm and soothing, could singlehandedly lull him to sleep in a heartbeat. “Walking helps though, don’t you think?”

He, again, just managed to nod. But for some reason, your presence didn’t make him feel guilty for not talking. In the middle of the night nothing seemed to have any rules between you two and the four walls of the elevator.

“Sorry, am I bothering you?” You asked in a murmur.

It was the first time he shook his head no, vigorously so, and you blushed lightly, smiling.

“Good to know.” You grinned, chuckling softly. The elevator dinged, arriving to the last floor. Chan held back a frustrated groan, yearning to keep hearing your voice.

“Have a good night.” You smiled, but his hand softly took yours.

“Huh?” You muttered softly.

Chan struggled. Fuck, shit, fuck. He had done that completely out of reflex. He didn’t know what to say, and just scrathed the side of his face, staring at your linked hands.

He shook his head once more, asking you to stay.

To you, you already had the weird feeling that you knew him. But he touched your hand, and something from it felt shockingly familiar.

Now, you could’ve sworn you had seen him before.

“What is it?” You asked, your voice coated in something sweet, something that Chan suddenly wanted to taste. “Would you like to walk with me?”

He nodded eagerly. And you grinned sheepishly.

You two crossed through the hotel main’s hall nonchalantly, and Chan just followed you, intriegued that you hadn’t taken the main entrance door to exit.

“Trust me,” you muttered, smiling. He felt it was scary that he would, in a heartbeat. “The gardens are so much better.”

You took his hand. A motion completely out of reflex, that both of you only allowed yourselves to yearn for in silence.

You grinned at him, turning around, and his breath hitched, lips parted beneath his mask when he realized how close you were.

You opened a black door to your right with a soft push of your body.

The hotel gardens at night were like a dream. The moonlight turned everything into a soft, magical scene. Tall trees swayed quietly, and you could hear crickets and leaves rustling. There was a small lake below it, its water calm, that reflected the image above it like a mirror, moon and stars glistening on the clear surface.

Even if Chan was only looking at the glow through your eyes.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You grinned.

You stared back at him. Something in his eyes reminded you of someone you knew. A peculiar someone, that is.

He hummed in agreement, and your smile widened.

“Shall we?” You giggled in a murmur, letting him step outside before you.

There was a warmth in the night that ushered Chan to take off his mask and hat.

But he didn’t dare to. Not yet.

You two walked alongside, hands and knuckles brushing against each other, and the idol allowed himself to grin as you smiled, looking at the flowers that decorated the place. It was the first time in his life that he had found solace in the shared silence of insomnia.

With a swift motion, he surrendered. He felt like it wasn’t fair to know who you where if you didn’t —or couldn’t— recognize him. To hell with it, he thought, taking his hat and mask off.

But, much to his surprise, you didn’t so much as glance at him. You just snickered when he sighed, sounding happier, breathing in the sudden cold breeze that swooshed in the garden.

“Better, huh?” You mumbled in light amusement.

He smiled, shoving his hidden identity in his pockets.

“Much.” Chan muttered.

His heart beat loudly on his ears. He could feel it pulsating rapidly, waiting for the moment where you would turn to face him.

But you weren’t, just strolling down the stone path, callously ignoring his nervous demeanour.

He was about to stop and move you, but instead, your hand took his again.

And then you squeezed it lightly. Much like he had done a couple of hourse ago.

His breath hitched. He stopped walking.

“Chan?” You smiled.

He felt chaos unravel inside him, his cheeks blushing, his palms getting sweaty, and his heart giddily beating in his chest.

Another rush of soft air crossed through the hotel’s gardens, making your hair move with it. He could smell your light scent, something that felt warm inside him, something that he felt could lull him asleep.

You grinned.

“Hi.”

He chuckled lowly. He hadn’t let go of your hand. A part of him didn’t want to. Not yet.

“Hi.”

He saw you blush under the moonlight, not knowing his red-tinted cheeks were more obvious than yours.

“What’s a boy as pretty as you doing in a place like this?”

…

He blinked, his eyes wide.

As what?

He saw you cheek your tongue, doe eyes looking at him teasingly.

Oh. So you knew what you were doing.

He chuckled, thinking that was going to be all your teasing.

“Judging by how long it took for you to talk, I guess you did mean to keep your end of the deal.”

“Huh?” He inquired softly.

“You know.” You bit your lip and blushed a bit more, making him more interested, taking a step towards you without realizing. “Keeping your mouth shut. Like the obedient boy you are.”

He started breathing heavily, a low laugh rolling off his tone.

“Oh, yeah?” His smirk was only powered by yours. “I must say, I can be quite rebellious.”

“Really?” You snickered, feeling his hand squeeze yours again.

“Very.” He gulped. His bravado only lasted for so much, and deep inside, he was equally scared as curious.

He wanted to keep going. He wanted you to stay.

“Are you trying to prove it?” You mocked cheekily.

He stared at your lips, his breath felt heavy. “Would you like me to prove it?”

His hand threatened to reach for your cheek, but it was you who finally held it and moved it towards your face.

“Bet.” You giggled. “You won’t.”

The night air was crisp as your eyes, deep and expressive, locked with his, inviting and enticing, a secret to be held in them. His hair, often styled with flair, rested curly and messy, but you couldn’t help but get lost in the untamed beauty that he portrayed. Not even his lips gently grazing yours could wipe either of your smiles under the moonlight.

And then, for a moment, it wasn’t gentle.

Maybe it was because he sighed against your lips, or maybe it was because you followed an impulse and bit his lower lip, but then it got twisted. Tongues danced with one another, fighting for dominance in a burst of sudden passion.

“C-chan,” you gulped, arms traveling to his nape, playing with his hair. It made him weak.

“Chris,” he sighed, yearning to taste your lips again. And again. He didn’t want to stop. Not yet. “Call me— call me Chris.”

You chuckled. “Only if you call me…”

You were going to tease him, but your ideas suddenly flew away form your mind when he started peppering kisses on your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth.

“What?” He snickered. “A pet name of sorts?” He was teasing you, and he was so enjoying it, tasting the weirdly sweet and enticing flavour of your skin in his lips. “Would you like that, princess?” God, he needed more.

You bit your lip, holding back sounds behind heavy breaths, and he patted your thighs, making you jump into his arms without hesitation. Quickly, he moved the both of you, pinning you against the wall closest to you.

“C-chan…” He bit your skin slightly harder. “Chris! Ah, Chris…!”

“F-fuck…” He muttered. “I… I can’t…” He leaned his head in the crook of your neck, now covered in small and red lovebites. “You smell so good.”

You pecked his forehead, trying to catch your breath, your hands stroking his soft hair.

“Not here, right?” You smiled, soothing, comprehensive. His heart softened.

He nodded, sighting against your neck. He let go of your legs, allowing you to stand back on your feet tenderly.

“I’m sorry….?” Chan mumbled shyly. You giggled, brushing it off.

You were about to say something, but then the gravel cracked under someone’s weight. One that wasn’t either of you.

He tensed up under your arms.

You sighed. “Move!” You ushered in a whisper.

He frowned, his eyes darting from you and from where the sound had come from.

“But you—”

“Chan!” You pushed him away, hiding him behind another wall, and quickly took your phone from the pocket of your jacket, zipping back up what Chris had lowered.

“Who’s in there?”

Chan’s breath haltered.

You had hid him just a wall more, meaning that if the security guard found any of you, chances were that he wouldn’t be caught. You would.

You both held your breathing, hands interlinked even if your bodies were as far away as they could to do so, your heartbeats quickening in sync.

And then, it was just silence for a minute, the gravel cracked below the security guard’s feet, and he left as sudden as he had arrived.

You legs felt like jelly, and you let your back fall down the wall, ending up sitting on the floor with a huff.

“You were going to get in trouble.” Chris muttered.

You looked at him from the floor. The moonlight highlightened his lean figure and charismatic features.

You nodded. “It wouldn’t be me who’d get in the worst of it.” You smiled softly.

He nodded with you.

“We should go before it gets too late.”

Just before heading back together to the elevators, you looked to the reception, and grinned softly.

The elevator back up felt more silent than usual. And for some reason that could speak and make him blush, Chan missed the sound of your voice.

“Good night, Chris.”

It wasn’t going to be a good night.

Not after that interruption, which not only scared the shit out of him, but also made him rethink everything he was doing with you.

Chan arrived back to his room. After half an hour of mindlessly staring at the nightsky through the window, someone knocked on the door.

Could it be you? Chris blushed at the thought.

He opened the door to find nothing. Then, he looked to the floor, and found a mug of hot chocolate and a small note.

may have taken a peek to your room card before. i had fun tonight! see you tomorrow? xoxo, your princess.

He grinned.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all.

[♦️☆🔓☆♦️]

When he woke up the morning after, his mouth still tasted like chocolate.

There had been nothing that could wipe the silly grin on his face that day. Not his packed schedule, not the knowledge that they had to go back home and it would be his last night there, not the fact that Han had come into his room just to look for his missing sock —which, for obvious reasons, he never found there—, not the fact that Hyunjin was still bitter with him because of what he had named the ‘pretty girl disaster’ —which Chan intended to tell you just to see if you’d laugh like he had imagined.

His mind was filled to the brim with thoughts of you.

Your flavoured chapstick, your sweet scent, the way you mumbled his name —his real one, that is—, how your eyes glowed under the moonlight, how his hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist.

He sighed happily for the upteenth time that day, coming out of the shower.

But then, Minho came in to his room.

“Hyung.” He started, and his low tone didn’t seem to bring good news.

Chan nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“I know I’m not really good at these things, but I think you should see this.”

The dancer handed him the phone, and Chan turned pale.

It was a picture taken from last night. Chan’s silhouette was fairly obvious, slightly pixelated and hidden by his beanie and his mask. And right in front of him, back facing the camera, was you, your hand holding his.

“So it is you. That’s what I thought,” Minho mumbled. “A random number sent it to Hyunjin. He saved the picture and blocked it, but we thought you should know.”

“Did they know it was me?” Chan stuttered.

The cat owner shook his head, and Chan was able to breathe normally again. “They thought it had been me with Jisung.”

It was there when Chan’s daydreaming faltered.

His thoughts started spinning, not knowing how or where to start.

Would you know about this?

What would you do?

“Hyung.” Minho sighed. “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

And Chan hadn’t been able to grasp that, but someone did.

The same someone who knocked on his door at night.

“Guys, you have your own cards.” Chan muttered, opening the door.

But it hadn’t been any of the guys.

“Hi.” You let out in a sight, panting.

Had you ran your way there?

“Hi.” He mumbled weakly.

“Can I…?” He opened the door for you, and quickly closed it back. He turned his back to you, his eyes wide and his heart going crazy.

“Chris.” You mumbled.

He turned around to face you.

“You asked me to stay last night and I went with you to the gardens.” You huffed. “But I want to stay here with you tonight.”

He blinked, passing a hand through his wavy hair. You were there. In front of him. Speaking. God, he had to concentrate.

“We’ll make a deal.” You breathed slowly, staring deeply into his eyes, yearning to know the secrets hidden behind them. “I’ll leave this here.”

You gently plopped your phone on the table near the door to his room. He was still standing there, as if frozen, pyjama pants on and only a bathrobe covering his lean and toned chest.

“A pretty man called Hyunjin came to me talking about some picture,” you started softly. “But yesterday didn’t happen so I’d ruin a man’s career.” His eyes followed how you raised your hands and smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“It’s off.” Your voice lowered, and he got slightly closer, as if wanting to hear you better. “The phone, I mean. Feel free to check it.”

Surprisingly, he just stared at it, then smiled cheekily, heading towards you.

Your eyebrows shot up and you felt deliciously small under his new-formed grin, and how his hands cradled your face.

He pecked your lips with a yearning sigh.

“I missed you.”

You blushed.

“You can have me all night.” Your smile made him feel butterflies on his stomach. “Just me and you.”

He kissed you again, longer this time.

His frame slowly caged you against the door, and he broke the kiss, stroking your cheeks. His body was pressed up against yours, his lips parted as he breathed softly, taking you in. He could feel heat running down his body just by the feeling of you back in his arms, and the only thought that he had clear is that he couldn't hold back anymore.

He needed to kiss you, again, and again, and again. He needed to figure out what you tasted like. He needed to have you. Your hands had gone back to where they had been the night before, and the way you stared at his lips threatened to make him fall to his knees.

His eyes were glued on your lips, and not long after, his mouth followed.

Chris’ heart was pounding against his chest, and he knew for a fact that he had never felt this way before. Never in his whole life. The more he tasted your lips, the kiss almost as passionate as your first one, the more you ruined him, claiming him as yours, making him addictied to the way you sighed and grinned as he moved your bodies to the bed, the hotter his body became.

He fell with you on the matress, and much to his surprise, you moved your bodies, sitting on his lap, taking a groan out of him.

“Such a beauty,” you mumbled, almost to yourself rather than him. “All for me, huh?” You smirked.

The whole world was hazy, the only thing that was clear was your body and your words. Just hearing your voice saying those words to him made him shiver, a shiver that he never experienced before.

He smirked too, and sighed when you untied his bathrobe, your hands roaming freely wherever you wanted to, stroking his chest, claiming him with kisses, the soft colour that they left behind, pink due to your lipstick, and the soft scratches of your nails, that made him bite his lip to keep his sounds hidden.

“Nuh-uh.” You tutted at him with a smile.

He snickered. “Oh, princess. Two can play that game.”

His hands pinned you down against the bed, his lips quickly going back to yours.

“You said I needed to keep my tongue to myself, and I promised that I would” He grinned, almost menacingly, lowering himself, trailing kisses down your body, discarding your underwear.

“I intend to break that promise.”

Maybe you and him would be difficult.

But he had asked you to stay, and you did. And he didn’t want to stop trying. Not yet.

[♦️☆🔒☆♦️]

~Kats, who did most of this in a hospital bed (‘m okay now dw) but fell asleep and didn’t publish it, lol. I LOVED THIS IDEA POOKIE TYSM !!

[tasteleeknow]

LIVING IN THE RUINS

minho x fem!reader. 2k words. minors dni. best friends to lovers. soft!minho. angst. fluff. jealousy. emotional hurt/comfort. smut with feelings, in a tent.

“Excuse me?”

You blink at the stranger in front of you. She seems to materialise before your eyes. You’d zoned out again and missed the attention your best friend had clearly been receiving from strangers in the crowded room. “I was wondering if I could get your number?” she asks, eyes fixed on Minho’s. She blinks quickly a few times, her long dark lashes fluttering much like your heart in your chest. 

She hasn’t looked at you once despite your close proximity. You’re so close to the object of her attention in fact, your thigh brushes against Minho’s jeans under the table. 

He shifts beside you, sitting up straighter in the booth. “Oh,” he says, clearly taken off guard as well. “Thank you. I mean that’s — I don’t—” 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks with a small tilt of her head. 

“No,” Minho answers quickly, incapable of lying. His discomfort radiates off him. You’d spent years learning his emotional tells. “I mean—” 

“He’s not into women,” you interrupt, finally drawing her attention to you. She blinks before her eyes drop down to your chest and back to your eyes, like she’s completely taken aback by your presence. It’s impossible, you know that logically. Still, she puts on a good performance. “Sorry,” you add. 

Her lips curve into an unconvincing smile. “No worries,” she says. “The hot ones never are.” 

The whole exchange is as short as it is ordinary. How many tipsy girls work up the courage to ask the pretty man across the bar for his number? You would bet money on it happening multiple times over somewhere across the planet at any given moment. It’s normal. Mundane. Still, you know it’ll chip a little more of your carefully built wall away. A chisel to stone, slow and steady. The only problem is that it’s been chipped at for years. You can feel the fragility of it these days, each chisel etch feels alot like when you’re down to the end of a game of jenga. 

Any move now will cause it to crash and fall. 

She hadn’t considered for a moment you might have been together — not when she’d spotted him across the room, clearly with you — and not when she’d gotten close and blatantly ignored your comfortable proximity to each other. Her question about his relationship status had been an afterthought, a possibility she hadn’t considered until faced with a response other than ‘yes’. She’d been expecting a yes.

The thought that he might be with you, might be attracted to you, was unconsidered. You wonder if she’d discussed it with her friends. ‘No,’ they might have said. ‘There’s no way he’s with her.’

Minho is quiet as the petite brunette turns on her heels and disappears back into the mass of people. His red ears give his embarrassment away. 

You nudge his shoulder, rocking him out of his trance. “Hey,” you prod. “Alright?” 

The smile he offers you is a little lopsided — very Minho. “Always,” he says. 

—

Your annual camping trip is just like the year before. Your small group of friends sets up camp in your usual spot. Everyone climbs into their usual tents. Everyone assumes you and Minho will be sharing, as always. 

You’re not sure why it hurts so much. They assume that nothing would ever happen between you. None of the other girls share a tent with a guy they aren’t dating. You’re the exception. Because Minho would never want you. 

He notices your low mood later that night. The group separates in the dark to play flashlight tag and as you find yourself wandering a secluded patch of the campsite, you know he knows. His attention is on you instead of where he’s walking. You almost scream when he falls into apparent nothingness. 

“I’m fine,” he quickly reassures you, pulling himself up from the ground. “Just dropped my glasses.” 

“God, you scared me.” 

It takes you both at least ten minutes to find them, relying purely on touch alone. It's too dark to see much at all without a light and using your phones would give your position away. 

You’re grateful for the darkness when you reach up and place his frames gently on his face. It hides the heat in your cheeks when you brush chocolate brown hair behind his ears, ensuring you’ve placed them properly. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, close enough that his breath warms your lips. 

You’re also grateful just to be near him, you realise. Just to know him. You love him. 

You love him. 

It’s an earth shattering realisation to have while playing flashlight tag in the middle of nowhere. You need to escape. You can’t. You’re sharing a tent with him. 

The situation isn’t helped when later in the night one of the girls with big bright eyes and a gentle smile makes a very clear move on him. You were used to it. People loved him. 

You loved him. 

It’s a stupid thing to cause the wall to finally crumble. It’s humiliating really. But when he laughs at something she whispers in his ear: it happens. 

It falls. 

You’re pathetic without it. 

All you can do is hide from him, escape to the tent and pretend to be so tired you’ve fallen asleep before he can investigate. It’s not something you do. Not with Minho. He knows you so well hiding from him is just as stupid as it is pathetic. He’ll know. 

Still, you can pretend. He won’t know as long as you’re unconscious. You can put it off until morning. 

It takes a long time for him to fall asleep. You lie there staring at the canvas of the tent for what feels like hours, the sounds of him tossing and turning continuing for so long you almost give up. 

But then he’s still. His breathing seems to even out. He’s asleep. 

That’s when you let yourself cry. Quietly at first; silent aching sobs. 

What a time for the wall to crumble. You wonder if you have the energy to rebuild. You’ll have to find it. The alternative is letting Minho go entirely, removing him from your life and letting the ruins erode away over a long, long time. 

Not an option. 

“Hey,” Minho’s soft voice calls. Shit. You wipe clumsily at your eyes and sodden cheeks. “Hey, what’s going on? What happened?” he questions as his palm rests gently against your shoulder. 

You should face him. You can’t hide. You know it. 

“No-thing,” you whimper, breath catching between each syllable. It’s that awful breathless kind of sobbing, the type that leaves you unable to inhale fully, let alone speak. 

He rolls you over onto your back. He isn’t rough — but it’s with enough strength you’re completely unable to resist him. 

“What is it?” he says again, tone much more forceful now. He isn’t letting it go. He looks down at you with wide eyes, like he’d never been asleep at all. 

You shake your head. 

His gentle thumbs move to your cheeks to attempt to wipe away the mess you’d left behind. He rests on one arm, leaning over you so he can give each cheek the same treatment. It’s a curious instinct, to wipe away someone's tears — like it has any effect on the person’s pain at all. It’s the best we can often do, you suppose. 

“Just focus on breathing,” he says. “Just breathe.” His hand stays against your cheek, fingers resting on your neck by your ear — featherlight. 

Breathing is easy, in theory. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. His lips part to join you, guide you. His lips are still a little red from his bedtime routine, his tinted vaseline usually lasting him the entire night. 

“That’s it,” he soothes when you finally manage a few steady breaths in a row. “That’s good. You’re okay.” 

They’re simple words of comfort. The kind of thing anyone would say to a person in distress, but they settle something in your chest. You were okay. He was yours in a way that was more than nothing. He cared in a way that felt so genuine it was hard to be dissatisfied with the nature of it at all. 

“Did something happen today?” he asks, still leaning over you. It’s a vulnerable position to be in. It mirrors how you know this conversation will go. Your wall is a crumbled mess. You have no defences against him. 

“Not really.” 

His eyebrows pull together. 

“Nothing worth this,” you clarify. 

“Tell me.” 

“It’s not… It’s embarrassing.” 

His lips curve in a tiny lopsided smile, just a hint of amusement. “Friends are for sharing embarrassing things with. And I’m your friend,” he says. “Aren’t I?” 

You blink quickly a few times, desperate to keep your tears at bay. Then you nod weakly. 

“Why do you look so miserable about it?” he says, tone light and teasing. 

Your lips wobble a little as you struggle with the words attempting to burst forth. They pound and burn and demand to be set free. You lose the battle. “I love you.” 

He blinks, eyes flicking across your face. 

The gates are open now. You’re turned loose. “I love you so much,” you sob. “It hurts. It hurts everyday and it just keeps getting worse and I can’t—” 

His lips cut you off, a warm, heart-stopping, and very much welcome interruption. He’s kissing you. He’s—

“Stop,” he mumbles against your wet, salty lips. “Stop hurting. Please.” His next kiss is unbearably soft, a brush against your upper lip. “Please,” he whispers. 

You nod dumbly.

He rewards you with a collection of gentle kisses across your cheeks, replacing the remnants of your tears with the sticky wetness of his moisturised lips. You imagine the slight red marks he must leave behind. 

He settles over you properly at some point. You’re too distracted by the path of his lips to notice exactly when. But then his arms are by your head, caging you under him in a way that makes you hope for the universe to halt all progression forward. This was enough; everything. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips finally. “I’m… sorry for letting you think I don’t. I’m a coward.” 

“No,” you chastise quickly as you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Don’t say shit like that.” 

“I—” 

“It hurts me… and you told me to stop hurting.” 

His head drops to your neck… then, with a soft press of his lips to your skin, “Then I’ll never do it again.” 

Every move he makes is gentle when the slow, indulgent kisses turn into exploring hands and whispered pleas for more. Each of his whisper-soft words of affection sweeps away a crumbled section of your wall, clearing the space to build something entirely new. He’s warm, so warm as his bare torso rests on yours — as he finally presses inside you and sucks a mark into your neck to join the rest he’s left. “Doesn’t hurt?” he asks, stilling as he fills you completely. 

“No,” you gasp. “No, you’re… it’s—” His lips take the words from your mouth, a little messier than he’s been before. When his hips roll into yours you can’t help grasping at him like he might suddenly get up and leave — fingers tangling in his hair desperately.

“I got you,” he mumbles against your lips, heavy breaths mingling with your own. “I got you…” 

When he eventually spills inside you, flooding you with more of his warmth, you’re crying again. But this time it doesn’t hurt; this time it’s a release. The tears that he kisses from your face afterwards — they wash away the rest of the rubble.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Blow A-Train (A-Train)

Description: Homelander tells Y/N to blow A-Train

Warning: Blow Job

Word Count: 601

“Blow A-Train.” Y/N’s jaw dropped as Homelander told her to blow the guy. “I’m not kidding. Go over there, pull out A-Train’s cock and blow it.” Homelander told her. She looked around at the table and everyone else was shocked as well. “Are you gonna do it or what?” Homelander asked, annoyed that she was just sitting there.

She got up and walked over to Reggie. He stood up and watched as she carefully dropped to her knees. This was a dream come true for him but he didn’t want it to happen like this. Any minute now she expected Homelander to tell her to stand up but he didn’t. She undid his belt and pulled down his pants to reveal his cock that was hard.

“Oh wow. Ya see I was gonna tell ya to stop but he’s hard. He wants this Y/N. He wants your mouth on his cock.” Y/N gulped as she looked up at A-Train who looked down at her. “Tell her.” A-Train takes his eyes off her to look at him. “What?” He asked. Homelander rolled his eyes and sighed, “Tell her you want her mouth on your cock.” Reggie looked back down at the woman, “I-I want your m-mouth on my cock.” He tells her. His heart was racing and he wasn’t just from the anxiety of them doing this infront of everyone.

Y/N lifted her hand to wrap around his dick and he let out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. “Your mouth Y/N not your hand.” Homelander said. Y/N nodded and took him in her mouth causing him to grasp the table. His cock filled her mouth up perfectly as she took him whole. The feeling was so nice and good but he swallowed all the noises he had. “Don’t hide how good it feels. I bet you she feels amazing.” Homelander said. As she started blowing him he closed his eyes and his breathing got heavy.

Y/N watched him as he did this and got wet. He was trying so hard to hold back how good it was but he let a moan slip that was almost pornographic. Y/N felt herself soak after that and she went faster. His hand that wasn’t grasping the table laced through her hair. “Fuck.” He groaned not caring about the other people in the room anymore. His only focus was her warm wet mouth drooling on his cock. He felt himself get closer to his climax just at the thought of being watched.

Y/N felt him twitch and she reached up and massaged his balls sending him over the edge. Without wanting to, he let out a whimper as he came in her mouth. His hips bucked and his cum went down her throat. She swallowed all of it and let his dick go with a pop. Homelander watched the girl lick her lips and stare up at the man. His jaw clenched at the sight.

She looked so slutty and hot as she licked Reggie’s cum off her lips. Homelander faked a smile and began clapping. “Now that was hot.” He said standing up. A-Train helped Y/N stand up. “Y/N you really got some mouth on you.” A-Train glared at him and that made Homelander smirk even wider. “Y/N?” She turned towards him. “Blow me next.” He said with a straight face. Y/N stared at him not knowing if he was being serious or not. “Y/N get over here and suck my dick.” He growled. Y/N and Reggie looked at each other and she slowly walked over to Homelander accepting her fate.

[shellxrls]

okay let’s talk about how John b fucks. because ohmyfuckinggod

he has such and incredible, immaculate, crazy, aneurism inducing stroke game I cannot even begin to describe it. he just gets it. like ughhh.

he’s so thick and girthy and his VEINS!!! ugh. like I swear it just makes it even better. he has this one vein that runs alll the way down the underside of his cock NMFJFJDH. perfection.

okay I’m going off topic. when John b fucks. he takes it seriously. he will never, and I mean never intentionally neglect someone that he loves. and he is very very firm about that rule in the bedroom.

he always takes it slow at the beginning. he is amazing with the foreplay. sloppy kisses and HEAD!!! AMAZING HEAD!!!! and fingering. oh the fingering.

he knows he’s big, and he knows that it’s nearly impossible to get used to like ughhgh. has to spend minutes jst using his fingers to get me stretched out and ready.

and yall already know HE TALKS THROUGH IT!!! he uses the nickname ‘dolly’ which honestly I wasn’t expecting but I did not complain I can tell you that.

he lovessss pretty noises, and honestly acts like he’s not expecting it and maybe he isn’t but like.. ?? you really expect me not to whimper when ur four fingers knuckles deep inside??

but genuinely, he’s so soothing and lovely. comforting works and always coaxing sweetly.

the foreplay varies by instance but the sex is almost always the same. medium paced, gentle but rough, and soooo just ugh. makes the brain go to mush on autopilot.

he’s just so daddy. like omg. omg. ugh. daddy. he is daddy. daddy is him. I cannot exaggerate this enough.

he is dick is so perfect literally every time he goes in he hits that spot. you know the spot.

he makes these little grunting noises every time he thrusts in it’s so hawt like omg.

he LOVES a good mating press.

he’s also a titty sucker. and. he is. a. TOTAL. munch. he’s so sloppy when he’s suckin on the clit all perfect.

and you bet he does not EVER struggle to find the clit either. this man has experience.

he is also HEAVY. like his whole person he jst pins me down so effortlessly ugh. he literally radiates dominance.

he’s also a chronic clit rubber 🤞🏻always had a thumb on my clit over my shorts or under my skirt.

and he reeks of casual dominance. if I’m being bratty or just whiny he’ll just cup my pussy like it’s nothing. talking in that low voice like SLUT ME OUT.

he lovesss receiving head. normally he’ll be sitting down, me on my knees infront of him. he holds my hair back and guides me <333 ugh he is just SO daddy.

he also loves dry humping <3 ugh like if we’re outside the chateau at sunset n ill just hump on him for ages like YESSS.

also this surprised me but he has a mild choking kink, not like hardcore but he’ll wrap a hand round the throat definitely, even if he doesn’t apply too much pressure.

he’s also a pretty moaner <3

massive breeding kink too!!!! like ugh mhh ohh I love it. he shoots BIG loads so those creampies are immaculate.

when it’s all finished he’ll dip and hand down and scoop some of his cum up and feed it to me <333 mhh

and he is the KING!!! of aftercare. the absolute sweetest. has a checklist in his mind of things to make sure we both keep up our personal hygiene during and after sex. always wiped me up and is very avid that I don’t do too much very physical stuff after cause he fucks for a long time and he fucks deep so bet I’ll be tired af.

lots of cuddles and kisses <33 ugh love him.

okay I think that’s all the points but if I’ve missed anything out or if there’s anything else yall wanna know lmk!!

- rafe shifter

CRYING SCREAMING THIS IS MY BIBLE. this is my holy text oh my god.

PLSS i know that one vein must jut out and feel so fucking GOOD ohmygosksjsjdk.

i can’t even function him just being casually dominant and so daddy mode is making me SICK . clenching my thighs i knew he wld be like this <33.

‘dolly’ IS SO CUTE IM SICK PLEASE. it’s def the grandpa in him and i’d say it to his face no shame 🙏🏼.

i can imagine the grunts i know they’re practically punched outta him with every grind and thrust AGH !!

love that he uses your clit like a little fidget toy that so cute !! i’d never stop wearing shorts and skirts around him tbh bcuz that’s daddy wdym !!

also jeez i need to write a breath play drabble with him now bcuz i’d never though ab it before but i bet those biceps are perfect for choking someone out <3.

i love him so much and once again THANK YOU BABES !! cannot ever say it enough honestly this has been the highlight of my week and i love talking ab it with you <3.

[steddiealltheway]

!!!!! Tw: faked suicide not by Steve or Eddie. There are ⚠️⚠️⚠️ before and after the most graphic parts which can be skipped without needing too much context. I tried to be vague but it can still be triggering. !!!!! (Thank you everyone tagging it as such)

A sort of different type of TikTok Modern AU…

Eddie Munson is a famous rockstar and honestly doesn’t post much on TikTok, but he occasionally finds himself scrolling though the app which is how he finds Steve.

He’s gorgeous. Exactly Eddie’s type with luscious, gravity defying hair, a sharp jaw, pretty lips, and he bets if he had a closer look, Steve would have the most charming eyes. It’s a shame the camera is so far away from him, and Eddie almost wonders why until Billy Hargrove is in the shot.

Eddie’s stomach sours at the sight of the man. Yes, he’s attractive, even Eddie could admit that, but there was something about him that made Eddie feel uncomfortable. Plus, there were a few scandals surrounding the tiktoker regarding previous racist Tweets and comments which he has responded to with a thrust trap to “Nobody’s Perfect” by Miley Cyrus / Hannah Montana.

So yeah. Eddie didn’t particularly like him and the stuff he got away with just because he’s hot.

He tunes back into the video which has him holding his finger to his lips, and Eddie is already rolling his eyes. The caption says, “Pranking my boyfriend, Steve 🤣😱” and Eddie can already tell it has to be fake with all the dramatics that Steve just happens to not see.

But then Billy carefully sneaks behind the couch where Steve is sitting and dumps a bucket full of water and ice onto him which has the man yelling and standing up in shock. He stands still for a minute and then yells, “Why the fuck would you do that, Billy??”

The tone and overall reaction has Eddie actually wonder if the video is fake or if Steve is just a really good actor. But he watches it again and notices that the man doesn’t look toward the camera once and something about that makes him feel really uneasy.

Eddie has to reason with himself, if the man is dating Billy Hargrove then he must not be a great person, and maybe he deserved the bucket of ice water. But Eddie still closes out of the app and tries his best not to think about it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

He opens the app a few days later, having forgotten about the whole incident until he comes across another video by Billy and the word “prank” in his caption catches Eddie’s eye. He sighs wondering why it’s on his for you page, but right before he swipes past it, he catches the gist of the prank.

Billy fills a syringe with mayonnaise and injects it into a donut, and then it cuts to him giving it to Steve from a camera that once again seems to be hidden although Billy keeps glancing at it with a smirk on his face and evil in his eyes. Steve, on the other hand, doesn’t glance toward the camera, but his face lights up with glee when he’s handed the donut. “You got this for me?” He asks in an awe filled tone as if the donut means the world to him.

“Yeah, why don’t you take a big ol’ bite of it for me?” Billy asks, voice low. Eddie watches as Steve shifts uncomfortably and puts the donut down.

“This isn’t another prank, is it? You know I don’t like them,” Steve says which honestly surprises Eddie. His tone is entirely genuine, and he feels like he’s peering in on a private moment.

“Of course not baby. Told you I’d stop,” Billy replies with a big smile.

Eddie can’t help but click on the caption: “Simple prank makes boyfriend storm out!” With a shit ton of hashtags that Eddie doesn’t bother reading.

Sure enough, Steve bites into the donut and immediately spits it out. He doesn’t say a word, just shakes his head and storms out of room.

Billy laughs loudly, “Oh, don’t be like that, babe! You know that was funny as shit!”

Eddie opens the comments, and is surprised to find people actually defending the prank. There are some people who comment shit like, “date me instead! I would never get mad at your pranks 🥵”

There’s only one comment that says, “Don’t really find this funny.” But it’s swarmed with hate comments from Billy’s fans that has Eddie scoffing as he scrolls onto the next video. He watches for a few seconds before scrolling back up when he realizes something. He looks at the date of the TikTok and realizes it was posted the previous month which means…

Eddie sighs realizing that him looking through Billy’s videos will only give him more attention and views, but he needs to know how long this has been going on for. And he really needs to find out if Steve is in on any of it or at least had gotten Billy back.

He begrudgingly clicks on Billy’s profile and scrolls through. He finds several videos with the thumbnail being of Steve mid reaction to a prank, and Eddie notices that every time, the camera is far away, and there doesn’t seem to be a single video of him up close.

The whole thing doesn’t feel right to Eddie. But what can he do about it? It’s not like he can report the videos. He could simply just block Billy and try to forget it all.

He scrolls back to the top and accidentally refreshes the page. He’s about to block him when he notices a new video pop up, where Steve looks like he’s in the middle of a panic attack. Eddie immediately presses on it.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Billy smiles at the camera, no shirt in sight as he laughs, “This is my biggest prank yet. Steve should be home in less than a minute. And look,” he holds up his phone and shows a bathtub filled with red water that almost looks like blood.

Eddie’s shaky hand covers his mouth. He wouldn’t.

Billy laughs and continues, “I sent him a text that says ‘I’m sorry’ and a picture of an empty pill bottle, and he’s been texting me non stop for the past few minutes. Shit, he’s on his way now so it’s time for me to hide my phone and make this look as real as possible.”

Eddie watches as Billy puts his phone on a shelf and seemingly stacks towels up to cover his phone and hold it in place. He looks away when Billy takes out a bottle of fake blood and stages a suicide. He practically shakes with anger. Steve has to be in on this. He has to just be a good actor.

Eddie’s stomach drops when he hears Steve yelling Billy’s name rushing through the house. He bursts through the door and falls against the wall in shock. “Tell me this is a damn prank Billy. Billy…” he gets closer and shakes him. “Billy!” He yells shaking. “Shit. Shit. No no no. Fuck. What the fuck…”

Steve sits next to the tub and puts his head in his hands having a panic attack. Billy’s eyes open and he winks at the camera before grabbing Steve’s shoulders and yelling, “Boo.” He starts cackling loudly as Steve confusedly looks around trying to catch his breath. “I got you so good!” Billy yells through laughter.

Steve shakily gets up, tears streaming down his face and runs. Billy gets out of the tub and makes his way to his phone. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him later,” he says with a wink before the video ends.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

Eddie sits as the video reloops. He’s shaking with anger. He doesn’t think as he duets the video and mutes the other audio. “This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen. These ‘couple pranks’ are stupid enough and not funny, but to fake a suicide and call it a joke… you have to be an extra type of fucked up asshole. There aren’t enough words to describe how evil of a human being you have to be to do something like this to someone you love. I don’t care if this is staged or not. This is not okay. And fuck you.” Eddie quickly censors Billy’s half of the video with a note of “watch at your own risk.” He doesn’t care if his manager is pissed or if his account is filled with Billy’s fans hating on him or whatever. He presses the post button and turns off his phone. He needs fresh air.

He grabs his keys, a hat, and sunglasses, and makes his way out of his apartment. Hopefully the damn paparazzi back the fuck off today. He makes it down his street and walks quickly, fuming with anger. He weaves in and out of people and curses the busy LA streets.

He turns the corner and rams right into someone walking at an equally fast rate. He holds onto the stranger to steady himself and keep them up. “Sorry,” the man chokes out and Eddie is about to brush it off when he realizes he recognizes him.

“Steve?” He asks. He knew Billy lived in Los Angeles but he didn’t know he lived so close. The thought makes him kind of sick to his stomach. He thinks he might punch him if he ever saw him in person.

Steve wipes at his face and narrows his eyes at Eddie. “Sorry, do I know you?”

Eddie glances around before lifting up his sunglasses and hat, waiting for Steve to recognize him enough to gain his trust. Instead, Steve just stares at him blankly.

Eddie’s heart races. This has never really happened to him. He puts on the hat and sunglasses sheepishly. “Uh, I’m Eddie. I know you from Billy’s TikToks.”

Steve just tilts his head in confusion. His eyes are red and puffy. He wonders if Billy posted the video so soon after his prank and if Steve is currently in the aftermath of it. “Um,” Steve says and clears his throat, “Was I in the background or something? He told me I wasn’t in his TikToks.”

Eddie’s heart drops. He opens his phone and goes to Billy’s TikTok, ignoring the way his own TikTok is blowing up. He turns his phone to Steve and picks a less traumatizing prank to show him.

Steve grabs his phone and his eyes widen. A look of confusion crosses over his face that slowly turns into realization and numbness. “He’s been using me for views after promising he wouldn’t, isn’t he? I even asked if the pranks were somehow stupid content but he said they weren’t. He…” he trails off and shakes his head. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be unloading all of this onto you.”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m sorry that I told you.”

He watches as Steve numbly nods and scrolls presumedly through Billy’s profile. He looks down at the screen and back at Eddie. “Is this you?” Steve asks hesitantly as he turns the phone back to him.

Eddie confusedly looks at his phone and sees that Billy has apparently replied to his TikTok already. Then, to his left, he hears a bit of commotion and sees some cameras flashing. Fuck. “Do you trust me?” Eddie asks.

Steve looks at his phone and back at Eddie.

Yeah, that’s a lot to ask of him. “Okay, how about this? You keep my phone, and we run back to my apartment around the corner and talk in private before we both end up in shitty magazines?”

Steve tilts his head and glances toward where a few people with cameras make their way to them yelling, “Eddie! Eddie Munson!”

“You’re not a famous serial killer or something, right?”

“Musician,” Eddie says and holds out his hand. “One who hates Billy Hargrove.”

Steve looks down at his hand and takes it running alongside Eddie who tries not to think about the stories that might come out of this. Gosh, he thought his biggest scandal would be when he came out as gay.

He makes his way back to his apartment telling his doorman, “Paparazzi! He’s with me!”

Hopper just nods in response and opens the door quickly. Eddie sighs in relief when he makes it through and to the elevator. Steve looks at him and asks, “How offended are you that I don’t know you?”

Eddie laughs. “Mildly, but it’s a relief really.” He realizes that isn’t the biggest concern in the moment and changes the subject. “Are you okay?”

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He opens his mouth but the elevator dings, and Steve almost looks relieved. Eddie doesn’t press it as he leads him to his apartment. “Make yourself at home. Do you want water, coffee, tea, soda, or anything?”

Steve numbly shakes his head, so Eddie grabs two bottles of water and two cokes from his fridge. He puts them down on his coffee table and sits on the couch, watching as Steve kind of hovers in his living room with his arms crossed. “I won’t bite, and I certainly won’t pressure you to do anything. But you can sit on the couch if you like.”

Steve eyes him and asks timidly, “You’re not in on anything with Billy, right?”

It breaks his heart seeing and hearing how on edge these pranks have made Steve. “Fuck no. I promise on my guitar I have never had anything to do with Billy and I never will. Well… unless you count me calling him out on his shit on TikTok.”

The words seem to get through to Steve who sits down on the couch next to Eddie while keeping his distance. “So… that’s why you were on his TikTok.”

Eddie’s heart hammers. He nearly forgot that Billy had apparently dueted his own video. “Yeah, but it has to be really new because I only posted mine literally a minute before I ran into you.”

Steve looks down at Eddie’s phone still in his hands. “Why?”

“Why what?” Eddie asks genuinely confused.

“Why did you call him out?” Steve asks, not sounding angry just… curious.

Eddie shifts and play with a string on one of the rips of his jeans. “His most recent video with the faked suicide. That wasn’t fucking cool, man. None of the pranks he’s done have been okay. And I’m sorry that you were put through them - especially this last one.”

Steve’s face turns almost white. “He posted that? Was I… was I in it? Like… my entire breakdown was…” he trials off as Eddie slowly nods. “Fuck,” Steve says burying his face in his hands. Eddie is about to apologize or go on a rant about how much he hates Billy Hargrove when Steve asks, “Can I see the video you made?”

Eddie’s cheek flush red, but he replies, “Yeah, uh, I don’t exactly remember what I said because I kind of went into a fit of rage and posted whatever came to mind. But yeah, my password is 051599.”

Steve types the password into his phone, and stares at the screen blankly. He looks at Eddie and asks, “I’m not on social media… ever so… could you show me?”

Eddie nods and slides over until he’s a few inches away from the beautiful man, and he does his best to try not to think too hard about how attractive he finds him as he goes to his profile and presses on his recent video. His nose scrunches up at the sound of his own voice, but he doesn’t disagree with anything he said. Billy Hargrove is a dick.

“Can I see the comments?” Steve asks. Eddie nods and clicks on them.

“Woah,” Eddie can’t help but say as he sees blue checkmark after blue checkmark. The top comments are from @ ronancetheromance with the couple saying: “Only an absolutely vile person is capable of such a fucked up prank. #SaveSteve”. Another from @ willthewise: “remember to comment on here instead of the original video so it can get less attention!! #savesteve”. Several of the rest of the streamers who call themselves “The Party” reply to Will’s with the hashtag “SaveSteve”.

“Who are these people?” Steve asks as he scrolls through the comments. He comes across one from @ billyfan4everandalways saying: “Watch Billy’s new video and stop being so quick to judge!!”

Eddie clicks on the replies, and the top liked one - having more likes than the original comment - is from @ ericasinclair: “that ugly mullet man’s explanation is bullshit and everyone knows it. let Steve talk for himself or I’m not buying it. #SaveSteve #CancelBilly”

Eddie nearly follows the girl, but realizes that Steve had asked a question. “Most of them I don’t know personally honestly.”

“Then why are they defending me? I’m nobody,” Steve says as if it’s a common fact.

Eddie turns off his phone and puts it down, properly facing Steve. “I know I don’t know you well, but you are not nobody. And these people are defending you not only because Billy is a dick, but this prank stuff is abusive and shouldn’t be normalized especially with the following he has. Nobody should go through that.”

Steve turns slightly red and looks away before asking, “Can we watch his reply?”

Eddie shudders a bit at the thought, but turns on his phone and goes to his page. “Are you sure? I haven’t seen it yet either, and I’m a little prone to getting pissed at him.”

“I’m sure,” Steve says and even reaches over to open the video.

Billy still has fake blood on him and is scrubbing it off with an angry look on his face. He looks at the camera every so often, and it’s clear that he’s staring at himself in a mirror. What a fucking asshole. “These pranks are harmless, and even my boyfriend would agree with that. He enjoys them and he makes sure to show me how much once the cameras stop rolling and his shock has died off,” Billy says so with a smirk on his face that sends chills down Eddie’s body. “So, stop making assumptions about me and my boyfriend and keep making shitty music instead asshole.” The video ends with him flipping off the camera.

“Charming,” Eddie comments, pausing the video so it doesn’t endlessly loop, and turns to see Steve’s reaction. He runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.

“He’s lying. I’ve been begging him to stop for weeks. Even slept on the couch in protest. But that last one was the last straw. I just… don’t know where to go,” Steve sits back against the couch and mumbles, “Fuck.”

Eddie shifts and looks at him. “Do you have any friends or family that could take you in?”

Steve laughs humorlessly. “My parent disowned me when they found out I was dating Billy. Didn’t want a bi son ruining the family image. I had to move in with Billy, and he used to be sweet really. Well… I thought he was for the first three months. When his TikTok career took off he moved to LA, and I felt like I had no choice but to go with him. I grew apart from the few friends I had before the move, and I was just stuck with Billy here. And I… I don’t know,” Steve sighs and puts his head in his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you. I just… haven’t really had anyone to talk to.” The man lifts his head, his eyes are tired and filled with unshed tears. He’s gorgeous really, but that’s the last thing Eddie needs to be thinking about.

Eddie takes a moment to consider things. Steve seems like a good guy. He has plenty of extra room in his too big apartment and money to spare that he doesn’t know what to do with. Honestly, he’s not meant for this lifestyle and never has been. He’s happy that his uncle Wayne is retired and living comfortably off his too big income, but it’s lonelier than he imagined it to be.

And with that thought Eddie tells Steve, “Then live here for a while. No pranks. I won’t use you for clout or whatever. I have a guest bedroom with its own private bathroom, and I usually never have visitors. And I hate parties, so you don’t have to worry about that either. I may be writing songs in the middle of the night, but my music room is fairly soundproof. And trust me, I would appreciate the company or feeling like my money is going toward something important.”

Steve stands up and shakes his head. “It’s okay, man. I don’t want your charity. You’ve already done enough.”

Eddie stays on the couch and says, “Please, Steve, stay a week or just a few days. If you hate it here, I’ll help you get on your way. But trust me when I say you’ll help me too. It’s…” he sighs and runs a hand over his face, “It’s lonely in LA.” He cringes as he quotes the title of his favorite song that he’s written. It’s also his least popular one, but it’s the most honest thing on any of his albums.

“Reminds me of that song,” Steve says with a small smile.

Eddie’s head snaps up. “You know it?”

Steve hums the chorus of Eddie’s song and Eddie joins in. Steve stops to ask, “You know it, too?”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “I wrote it.”

Steve looks at him for a few moments longer with a combination of shock and hesitation. Then he surprises Eddie by asking, “You really wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

“Not at all. Unless you ended up doing something really drastic like trying to murder me.”

Steve snorts, and Eddie finds it endearing. He tries to shake the feeling away. He can not fall for this man when he’s a guest in his house and especially not after everything he’s been through. But then Steve gives him a real smile and holds out his hand saying, “It’s a deal.”

And when Eddie takes his hand and feels how warm and nice it feels in his, half of him wants to argue that it’s just because it’s been a while since he’s actually had a genuine conversation with another person. But the other half is quick to accept that he’s absolutely fucked when it comes to this stranger that he feels like he’s inevitably going to fall in love with.

[sturniozo]

Savage Love Part Ten

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

masterlist

“What happened at work, dollface?” He asked me.

“I… I kinda… got fired.” I mumble.

“Why?” He asks as his hand caresses my cheek.

“There was something my editor wanted me to do and I told him I couldn’t and-“

“Did he try to sleep with you?” Matt asks sternly. “I swear to god I’ll-“

“What? No it was an article I didn’t want to do.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want to do the article and he said without that article I contribute nothing of substance to the paper so he fired me…”

Matt kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me. “What was the piece about?” He asks as he nuzzles his face against my hair.

I bite my lip. I can’t tell him the article was about him, he’d think our whole relationship is a lie. “He wanted me to do an exposure piece. I just don’t feel comfortable ruining people for no good reason. I think there’s a difference between exposing actual bad people and just plain outing people’s personal lives.”

Matt kisses my head once again. “I bet you were the best writer they had. That papers gonna go to shit now. No one will read it anymore.”

I laugh softly and cuddle closer to him. “My pieces barely made it into that paper anyways.”

“I’ll find you a better paper to work at, okay babydoll?”

“You don’t need to find me a job Matt, I can do that myself.”

“I’d rather you have a job you can work from home from though, that way I can keep an eye on you.”

“Matt, no offense, but that was creepy.” I turn to him and laugh softly. My smile fades when I see the serious look on Matt’s face.

“I’d just prefer it if I knew where you were and that you were safe.” Matt shrugs and kisses my temple again. “I have some things to take care of here in a bit baby, so I’m gonna order you some lunch.”

“What do you have to take care of?” I ask. I bite my lip as I realize I don’t need to ask these questions for my job anymore. I just want to know him.

Matt sighs. “There’s a shipment coming in from Italy and I need to make sure they brought everything I paid for so that I can distribute it to my consumers.”

I blink. “What’s the shipment of?”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m sorry dollface but that’s need to know.” He kisses my head. “Let’s order you food now.” He pulls out his phone to order food online.

“It’ll be here soon. I have to go babydoll, I have to be at the airport in an hour.” Matt gets up from the couch. “Make sure you eat. And feel free to explore and look around. You’re gonna be here for a little while you might as well get used to the place.” Matt gives me a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.

I sit on the couch for a minute pondering what to do. I hear Matt’s car leave and I shrink back against the couch. It feels so uncomfortable to be alone is his big home. I look around the living room. Behind the couch is one of multiple pool tables in the house, and near the corner of the room is a poker table.

The tv is huge, like one from a theater. It sits above a beautiful mantel that looks like hand chiseled stone. The beautiful creation had carved roses and thorn filled vines that line the edges.

I must have been admiring the mantel for a long time since I hear the doorbell ring. It catches me off guard and I flinch and my leg slips off the couch.

I get up and head towards the front door. I open it to see a delivery man holding a bag.

“Delivery for Sturniolo?” He says and I nod. He hands me the bag and the receipt before turning around and leaving without a word.

I close the door and go to the dining room to set the bag of food down in the table. The interaction itself was weird, not like any one I’ve had with a delivery man. I look at the receipt to see what Matt had ordered and see the special instruction.

‘Don’t mess with the girl.’

I roll my eyes and set the receipt down on the table.

After eating a bit of the lunch I decided to walk around. I’m mostly curious what I could find. Even though I’m not on the piece about him anymore I’m still interested to know if he really is the Mafia boss or if this is all just misconstrued information.

I walk up the stairs and through the hallway. Most of the doors have been locked, the only one I’m able to get into is Matt’s bedroom. So I start there.

I have already seen most there is to see in Matt’s bedroom. But the door that leads to his office is still unseen by my eyes. I turn the knob, a little surprised it isn’t locked. I open the door just a bit and bite my lip.

Should I be doing this? Would Matt know? I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth from nerves and I enter the office. I turn in the light to see everything, but there’s almost nothing to see. Just a desk and a seat. There’s no papers or a computer, do extra storage drawers, no decorations of any kind. Just a desk and a chair.

The desk and chair looks like the ones you’d think your rich uncle would have. Beautiful maroon wood desk and a matching color leather desk chair.

I go to close the door when something catches my eye. Something under the desk. I walk closer and look under the desk and pick up the small metal key. I look around for a lock of some sort, something that the key must open.

Why would this be in the floor? I look through the drawers of the desk, all of them empty, except when I get to the bottom one. I open it and a gun slides around the drawer from the force of me opening it. I gasp slightly and immediately close the drawer.

I stand up and look around. Where did the key go? And where did it come from? There’s no way he just left it on the floor, is there? And why would he have an empty office with nothing but a gun?

Maybe Emma was right, I was being naive, and I shouldn’t have trusted Matt. Things do add up to him being in the Mafia.

But that’s not how you gather information, you can’t start with your conclusion and work backwards to prove it. No, I need proof of it.

But I don’t need proof anymore. I keep forgetting I stopped with that piece. I turn around and look over the walls. I trace my fingers over the wallpaper until I feel a dent in the wall covered by the wallpaper.

I take a breath. I can’t cut through the paper, Matt will notice and know I snooped. I bite my lip and trace along the dent, just to get an idea of how big the dent it.

I trace it up above my head and then back down to the floor. It seemed to be the outline of a door. Maybe that’s what the key unlocked?

But why would the key be on the floor? And why would the door be covered with the wallpaper? I shake my head. I shouldn’t do this. I set the key back down under the desk where I found it and leave the office, shutting the light off behind me.

I sit on the bed still unsure what to do. After a moment of thinking I walk out of his bedroom and walk along the hallway to where his office wall would be. I go to open a door that should lead to the room next to his office, but it’s locked.

I immediately go back through his bedroom and to his office, grabbing the key and going back out to the door. I take a deep breath before I slip the key into the lock.

I turn the key and the lock click. I turn the knob and open the door. The room is dark so I reach around the wall feeling for a light switch. When I finally find it I flick it on, and gasp at what I see.

I quickly close the door behind me and run down the hall and down the stairs. I rush to the front door and open it, just in time to see a car pull up. My breath hitches and I shut the door, hoping whoever it was didn’t see me.

I go back to the living room but remember how I left the room. I quickly go back up the stairs and go back to the room, shut off the light, then close and lock the door. I run to put the key back under his desk where I found it. By the time I’m leaving Matt’s bedroom I hear the front door open.

From upstairs I can hear the sound of two guys talking to each other, sounding like they’re bickering. My feet stay planted in place in Matt’s bedroom, unable to move.

Neither voice sounds like Matt’s which makes my heart race in my chest. I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth and slowly creep tears the door of the bedroom. I hear the guys make their way up the stairs and I see their faces.

They look just like Matt. Then I remember Matt telling me he was a triplet and lived with his brothers when we were on a date once.

I step backwards and the floor creaks. The guys stop talking and I stand paralyzed in fear. Do they know I’m here? Did Matt tell them anything?

My questions are answered when I hear one of them say “I bet it’s that girl Matt’s been with.” And then the footsteps get closer to the door. I sit down on the bed, now unable to stand as the anxiety builds up inside me. The door opens and I see the two guys fully.

They really do look almost just like Matt. I stare up at them and my heart races. “Matt said you’d be here.” One of them says. “I’m Chris, this is Nick,” he nods his head towards the other guy “we’re Matt’s brothers. You must be y/n then?”

I nod slowly.

“Matt’s told us about you. He said you’re staying here while he has your place checked for- ow!”

Nick interrupts Chris by kicking his leg. “Dude,” Nick motions to me. He mouths something to Chris and Chris seems to have a moment of realization.

“Just make yourself at home and… Nick and I will be in the living room if you need anything.” Chris says before leaving.

I let out a breath and stare at the ground. How am I supposed to leave with those two here? And how am I supposed to stay after what was in that room?

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[strniohoeee]

Abscond Pt. 2

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N returns back home after living in Arizona for five years. When she’s reunited with the triplets will her feelings still be there for Matt, or will she move on? Does Matt have a girlfriend or does he still like Y/N??🫂

Warnings⚠️: None!! Hope you enjoyed this one! And read Part 1 if you haven’t already🖤

Song for the imagine: For the First Time- Mac DeMarco

It’s just like seeing her for the first

Time again

“When the fuck did you get back?” Matt said walking over to me and pulling me into a big hug

“A few hours ago” I said hugging him harder

“This is a fucking dream” Nick said still shocked

Matt pulled away and Nick gave me the biggest huge

“We missed you so fucking much” Chris said giving me a hug after Nick

“I missed yall so fucking much too, like I’m so glad I’m back home” I said pulling away from the hug

“Are you here for good?” Nick asked

“Yeah! I’m back for good. I left my dad….I had to that place was a hellhole” I said shaking my head

“I bet. When the first holidays rolled around and you didn’t show we were like okay maybe she’s doing it with her dad, but once it was the second holiday and then the third and the fourth. That’s when we knew” Nick said

“That guy kept me locked away from everything and everyone” I said letting out a breath of air

“I just can’t get over the fact that you’re back” Matt said looking at me

“I can’t either….man five years just like that” I said snapping my finger

“Five years is insane” Chris said

“You know actually I found the uh the Polaroids from the night I last saw you guys” I said looking at them

“The Polaroids of us?” Matt asked

“Yup, they fell out of my bag, and somehow landed under my bed….all these years I swore my dad found them and tore them up, but no” I said laughing a little bit

“Insane” he said laughing and looking down

“We’ll leave you guys to catch up” their mom said, and her and Jimmy walked out the kitchen

“Congrats on the fame. It’s crazy never would I have thought yall would be social media influencers” I said smiling

“Thank you. It’s something we picked up junior year right after you left” Chris said

“And honestly we never expected to get as popular as we did” Nick said

“Yall deserve it! You guys are so genuine and amazing” I said smiling

“Thank you” Matt said smiling at me

“Well tell us about Arizona” Chris said sitting across from me

“There’s nothing to tell really, I finished school there and I went to college for three years, but uh I just dropped out. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I felt like I was living my life for my dad, and not me” I said

“Make any friends?” Chris asked me

“Honestly no….people were kind of turned off by me…I talked to some people here and there, but friends” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Bullshit! You were too cool for them anyways” Nick said rolling his eyes

“I was just so glad to get out of there and get away from my dad and his weird bitchy girlfriend” I said

“Didn’t like step mommy?” Nick asked laughing

“Ew you weirdo! No I didn’t” I said laughing

“So tell us more” Matt said looking at me

“That’s literally it” I said

“What??? No parties, no boyfriends, no nothing?” Chris asked

“Mm there was this one boy” I said rolling my eyes

Matt's body language shifted at that

“Do tell” Nick said

“Well he was coworker at one of my jobs, that was my first mistake” I said laughing

“Boyfriend or just like a boy toy?” Chris asked wiggling his eyebrows

“I don’t even know to be honest. Like one minute he wanted to be with me and then the next he didn’t? I wasted a whole year on his ass” I said rolling my eyes

“A year?” Matt said raising his eyebrow

“Yeah….from 19 to 20. Worse time honestly. He was talking to other girls. He like deleted everything off his phone, but one day left his Apple Watch home, and I looked at it, and there was a fucking Tinder code that was sent from the night before” I said laughing

“Oh god” Nick said

“Honestly good riddance I was never more happy to leave someone” I said

“Enough about me what about you guys” I said

“Well honestly we’ve just been focusing on our YouTube career, and we live part time here and part time in LA” Matt said

“Ouu nice sounds like fun” I said

“Oh it is. It’s amazing the amount of people who support us. It’s a blessing really” Matt said

“What about the dating scene for you guys?” I asked

“Mmm just a bunch of dead end talking stages” Nick said

“Oh what? That sucks yall are amazing, anybody is lucky to have you guys” I said

“Most people just want to use us” Chris said shrugging his shoulders

“Ew shallow” I said making a face

“Very” Matt responded

“Um I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to hang over at my house” I said offering

“That would be so much fun, we haven’t been there in five years” Chris said

“Come on then” I said hopping off the chair

We left and walked over to my house. My mom was sleeping on the couch with one of her reality tv shows playing

“We can go to my room, but beware it’s still the same from when I was 16. I’m just starting to fix it” I said looking at them

“Oh that’s like a time capsule” Nick said

“It sure is” I said laughing and walking up the stairs

We got into my room, Nick and Chris immediately sitting on my bed. Matt was kind of looking around

“So many memories in here” he said out loud

“Woahhhh” Chris said laughing

“Not like that you weirdo fuck” Matt said laughing

My mom must’ve placed my Polaroids back on my vanity because Matt picked them up

“Oh god I look horrible” he said laughing

“No you don’t! We were 16 what did you expect” I said laughing

“You look the same” he said

“Oh god….I was ugly at 16” I said looking at matt

“Well no obviously you got older, but I don’t know your smiles still the same, and you still have that shine in your eyes” he said smiling and putting the Polaroids down

“I’m shocked after being with my dad for so long” I said laughing

Matt sat down on my bed along with his brothers as I decided to try and clear out some more things

“I hope you don’t mind I’m clearing some stuff out” I said looking at them

“No do your thing” Matt said

I was bent over picking something up when my shirt lifted a little bit

“IS THAT A FUCKING TATTOO” Nick yelled

Flashback

“I don’t like tattoos….I don’t know I feel like why cover your body you know” I said sitting with the three boys

“I think they’re cool, you can express yourself that way” Nick said

“You can express yourself other ways too instead of covering your skin” I said

“I’m sure I’ll be tatted up by the time I’m 20” Matt said

“You better not” I said looking at him

“You’ll never get a tattoo?” Chris asked me

“No never… I don’t like them” I said shaking my head

“Yeah right! I bet when you’re 20 you’ll be covered in tattoos” Chris said scoffing

“Will not!” I said smacking him

“Y/N I KNOW YOU! I promise you, you will” he said rolling his eyes at me

Flashback Over

“Uhhh” I said turning around and looking at them

“The queen of don’t cover your body! I fucking called it” Chris said in a mocking voice

“Oh shut up people change” I said rolling my eyes

“Never expected you to get one” Matt said looking at me

“Mmmm hate to break it to you, but I’m covered in tattoos” I said laughing

“Shut up!” Nick said

I took off my long sleeve sweater to expose my arms, uppper back and collarbone areas peppered with patchwork pieces

“Yoooo whatttt” Chris said getting up to look at my tattoos

“I know…I was such a hypocrite” I said laughing

“Those are nice as fuck” Matt said looking at my arms

“Thanks! That’s actually something that helped me a lot in Arizona. Being able to express myself through art on my skin” I said

“I told you” Nick said

“I knowwww” I said rolling my eyes

They were at my house for a while before Chris and Nick decided to head home, but Matt and I were so deep in convo he decided to stay

“I feel like we never separated. Like it’s crazy how we can just pick back up where we left off” I said to Matt

“I know right. Such a comforting feeling” he said

“It is, I never had anything like you guys in Arizona” I said

“Yeah when you left…it just wasn’t the same at all” he said back

“Yeah those first 6 months were so hard for me” I said shaking my head

“Yeah me too. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you” he said staring at me

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I mean I never really stopped thinking about you” I responded

“I didn’t either. Most nights I would lay awake wondering how you were doing, what you were doing, who your friends were….if you had a new boyfriend” He said laughing lightly

“I wondered too….about if you had a new girlfriend” I said looking at him

“I tried, but nobody was ever you” he said lowly

“I think that was my issue too, I looked for you in every guy” I said giving him a half smile

“As did I with every girl” he said

“Did umm…did those feelings ever go away?” I asked looking at him

“Umm eventually they did after a good year and a half, but you were always at the back of my mind” he said

“You were always at the back of my mind too” I said

“Seeing you today…it uh it brought back all those memories” he said fidgeting with his hands

“Good ones I hope” I said smiling

“Always good ones” he said looking at me again

“It was like seeing you for the first time again” he said swallowing deeply

“Did you feel anything?” I asked him

“I felt whole again, I felt butterflies like I always would when I saw you” he said looking down

“Matt you haven’t changed one bit, such a sweet lover boy” I said smiling at him

“Did umm did you feel anything?” He asked me

“I did…..I felt 16 again…..it took me back to that night we laid in the field and you told me you loved me, and how complete I felt” I said smiling at him

“That was my favorite night” he said smiling back at me

“I missed you” I said to him

“I missed you too” he said back

We looked at each other while we let the silence engulf us. Matt was so beautiful, he had an amazing soul and a kind personality. To say I was still in love with Matt would be an understatement. I have never wanted to freeze a moment more than now…

Matt and I both started to lean in mindlessly…letting the moment get to us. Staring into each other's eyes, our hands getting sweaty, our hearts beating out of our chest. All like we were 16 again…..but we weren’t. So I pulled away

“I uhhh wow I didn’t realize how late it is” I said looking at the clock on my nightstand

“Oh yeah! And you’re probably tired from traveling. I’ll head out and uhh maybe we can hangout tomorrow?” He asked awkwardly getting off the bed

“Uhh yeah that would be great” I said also getting off the bed

“Well um goodnight” he said nodding his head

“Good night” I said smiling at him

He looked at me for a moment in silence

“Oh uh I’ll walk you out” I said

“Ummm yeah sure” he said

God why was this so awkward? He almost kissed me, and I backed away, and was making it horribly awkward for him. Did I want to kiss him? I mean I did…but I couldn’t right? Or could I?

As I was fighting in my own head Matt and I walked down the stairs and to my front door.

I can’t just let him walk out right? Why did I pull away? This was all I ever wanted? For five years I wanted nothing more than to lay in his arms and kiss him. Matt was my everything….what am I doing?

Matt opened my front door, and began to walk out

“Uhh Matt?” I asked shyly, mentally smacking myself

He turned around quickly his eyes lighting up

“Yeah Y/N?” He said smiling

“Uhh it was great to see you” I said awkwardly

“It was great to see you too” he said laughing

“Well uhh goodnight” I said

“Goodnight” he said waving at me

He turned back around and got down to my first step. MAKE A MOVE my head screamed at me

“Wait uhh Matt” I said again reaching out for him

“Yeah?” He said turning around again smiling

“I ummm I love your new look” I said, y/n WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

The love of my life is standing in front of me, and I’m acting like a shy school girl. I didn’t even act like this at 16. What is wrong with me

“Thank you, I like your new look too” he said giving me a funny look and smiling, and heading to turn back and walk down the steps

Y/N MAKE A FUCKING MOVE NOW, my brain screamed at me

“Matt” I said again

“Yes Y/N” he said turning to me slightly annoyed

I looked at him for a split moment reading his eyes, my heart pounding out of my chest, kiss him or tell him another stupid thing and have him walk away. Uhh fuck it

I walked out my front door, and pulled him in by his jacket smashing our lips together. In a beautiful long awaited kiss….a kiss that could solve every problem in my life. A kiss that could make time stop and heal all the world's problems. This was a kiss I’ve been needing for the last five years.

I pulled away both of us out of breath and looking into each others eyes

“I uh…sorry I don’t know what took over me” I said in a whisper backing away slightly

“Don’t apologize” he said looking into my eyes before reconnecting our lips again, his hands on my cheeks kissing me so lovingly. This was a hallmark movie type of kiss

Pulling away we looked into each others eyes again smiling now

“Fuck I’ve missed you” I said taking a deep breath

“I’ve missed you too” he said looking into my eyes

We pulled away from each other before he waved and started to walk towards his house

“Have a good night” I said to him

“You too” he responded

“Hey Matt!” I yelled

“Yeah?” He said looking at me

“Pick up your pants” I said giggling

He looked at me and laughing shaking his head

“Matt” I yelled out again

“Yes Y/N” he said in a sing song way

“I hate that jacket on you by the way” I said

He laughed “yeah I love you too have a good night” he said before getting across the street to his house

I smiled at him and waved good night before walking into my house and shutting the door. Smiling to myself and laughing

I felt 16 again….

The End

Hiii okay guys I hope you liked this one🥹🥹 I think I have some more ideas, but I’m not too sure😭😭. I’ll cook something up don’t worry 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[ovaova]

🧡🅑🅐🅚🅤🅖🅞🧡

🧡🅕🅐🅜🅘🅛🅨🧡

💕🅗🅔🅐🅓🅒🅐🅝🅝🅞🅝🅢

Teehee a list of head cannons for family man Bakugo, I’m sorry but I’m such a simp for dilf Bakugo <3

No minors! If you get in some trouble, that ain’t on me 🤷🏽‍♀️

And if you know me…no you don’t 🙃

May have many typos but oops🤭

Oki babes enjoy <3

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• Honestly…at first, he couldn’t see himself as a father- absolutely no way

• But oops, he got you pregnant 3 times so here we are 🤷🏽‍♀️

• First child was a boy and two after are girls

• During the first diaper change with his son, he got peed on 💀 one of his fav shirts too

• You can bet you laughed your ass off, and yeah he was mad but he’ll be okay 🤭

• He loves his kids with his whole heart but during them toddler years, he would hate when they ass got sick, wanna know why?

• SNOT BUBBLES AND CRUST-

• You know when kids (specifically toddlers) would get sick and they never wipe their nose so the mucus just stays there and clumps up and gets crusty 💀 yeah he hates that shit- but who wouldn’t?

• And he LOWKEY feels bad, cause his kids would just be jumping around him happy and shi to see their balding ass daddy but he can’t help but grimace at they nose

• “Hey c’mere for a second 💀-“ he would state all calmly and shi before basically wiping off their skin with a tissue

• yeah he don’t play bout that

• DO NOT LET THIS MAN PLAN NO VACATIONS- cause he’ll over do it 💀

• For example, one year yall took the kids to Disney World- BRUH, even when packing, this man was acting like if this trip didn’t go according to schedule- it was gonna kill him 💀

• But in reality he’s just super excited to take his family on vacation. While packing in yalls bedroom he would be like this-

• “So we’re going to animal kingdom on the first day, and then (C/N) wants to go see the princesses, and we’ll need matching shirts or something, oh and can’t forget new bathing suits bc (C/N) needs a new one and then they’ll all want one so everyone is gettin one- and you wanna go to Epcot and-“

• You would say he sounds like Izuku with all this muttering

• This man literally makes y’all be at the airport like 3 hours before the actual flight 💀

• “I wanna make sure we can get situated, I don’t feel like dealing with all those extra people-“

“Okay fair, BUT THREE HOURS? 💀”

• Most def has the dad airport pose, just standing there like “🧍🏼‍♂️ “ …especially at baggage claim

• Anyways, will always spoils y’all-

• On the plane? First class. Hotel? In Disney world where the park is walking distance. Parks? Basically all of em-

• He can’t help himself, you and him are always so busy with being heroes and parents so he can’t help but spoil the hell out of y’all even though he knows he shouldn’t as much as he does

• Most def one of those dads to y’all instead of stopping your kids when they fight

• Like when you’re at work or something, he’ll be baby sitting talking to Kirishima on the phone or whatever from the couch- and then he’ll hear scuffling loud noises coming from somewhere in yalls house

• “Yeah man and it was crazy, I think we should all get together and go one day-“

“Yeah hold up shitty hair, give me a minute- HEY, YALL BETTER NOT BE MESSING UP THIS DAMN HOUSE……………yeah definitely, we should get together,”

While Kirishima is still lon the line like 🧍🏼‍♂️

• Or like whenever they fight when your both cuddling at home and you’ll be looking at him, expecting him to stop them but he’ll just be like 🤨???

• “It builds character…that’s how I was raised and look I’m fine…“

😟 FINE WHERE?? (Everywhere)

• okay so idk but this was a memory I had with my dad, but I was a very hard headed kid and never knew when to stop asking for shit I didn’t know nothing about- specifically alcohol 💀

• Like I would always think It was juice and my dad would always say “no it’s not and it’s nasty, you’re not gonna like it-“ but I convinced my self that him and all adults were lying just so kids wouldn’t drink their “special juice”

• But ofc I was persistent and constantly kept asking and he finally let me take a swig and yeah I learned my lesson 💀

• But yeah I can see him possibly doin that 💀 it would be like-

“I want Juice-!”

“It’s not juice, it’s nasty, you won’t like it..”

“Yes it is, I want some of that Juice!!”

“It’s not juice-!”

“JUICE-“

“FINE- here DAMN, go ahead-“

*sips*

“EUGH-“

“YEAH- told you you wouldn’t like it. Now do you want more juice?”

“NO-“

“Yeah that’s what I thought…okay now go get some actual juice- I don’t want your mama on my case..“

• One of his fav things is to cook for his family, like if it was up to him, he would most def take on cooking every night but you won’t let him cause you don’t want him burnt out <3

• His middle daughter specifically loves to help him cook tho when she can, she’s most def his lil sous chef

• Loves to bake with him and everything, oml it’s so cute

• He tries his best to spend quality time with each of his kids, like with his son, going out into nature, his middle daughter, cooking, and his youngest daughter, designing things and dressing him up

• But whenever he spends time, that goes for you too

• Like any personal time he can get with you, he’ll take it

• like as soon as the kids go over to his parents for the weekend, oh yeah he’s all over you

• Grinding on you, eating you out like a starved man, letting you ride him whenever he gets a chance (yeah he’s trying to get all he can out of this weekend)

• And like you can be as loud as you want 🤭

• He most def walks around shirtless when no kids around, he has a bit of a dad bod but it’s still hawt and you can still see the scratch marks on his back from your last session tee hee

• He loves these intimate moments with you. They’re more of a need, but sometimes he puts too much into it 🤭

• And oops, there goes baby #4 🧍🏽‍♀️

• Welp that’s my take on Family Man Bakugo 🤷🏽‍♀️

⬇️Song of the day ⬇️

[personwhowrites]

Bet

Paring: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!reader ( Platonic Friendship• Task Force 141 x reader )

Word count: 2.4k

Synopsis: A bet that makes you encounter Task Force 141. Making you realize where you really belong.

Warning: Fluff, Mentions of alcohol.

(GIF NOT OWNED BY ME!)

“Come on, it’s your turn y/n.” Your friend says with a smile. "Either take a bet, or drink.”

“Oh, so hard to pick.” You say in a mocking tone. “I can’t even imagine drinking sweet old me!”

Your friend burst out in laughter as you take a drink of your beer. The bar soon dies down as a group enters the bar. Everyone stares at them, an uneasy feeling fills the room as they head to the bartender. He greets them like normal, but he could tell that the others didn’t seem good with them here. They sit down and the bar goes back to normal. You stare at your friend confused on their sour look on their face.

“What’s wrong?” You say to them. “Jane, what?”

“Military..” Jane's response as he looks over at you. “They think they’re the best."

“Have they stated that?” You say blocking Jane view from the group that entered. “Maybe, someone spread the word wrong."

“Nope, wait for it..” Jane says as one of the guys raises his glass of beer up.

“To the military! The best branch, ever!” He says while looking over at your table. “And to the low life, Navy.”

“His an ex..isn’t he?” You say turning your attention to Jane. “He is isn’t he!”

“No no.. I left the army to join.. the navy.” Jane says quickly and shakes her head. “Forget them let’s continue the game, the others should be here soon.”

“Alright, just don’t start betting your money when you start losing." You say to her. “Now, come on, it’s your turn.”

After a few minutes pass of you and Jane talking about random things. Two more people enter the place, spotting the two of you quickly. They walk over and sit down just across from you and Jane.

“Guys, you made it!” You say happily. “Almost thought you wouldn’t show up. "Jane was betting her money already.”

“Oh, come on, what’s wrong with betting money about now.” Jane says looking at you. “Now, come on, we can continue the game.”

“Just no more drinking, you two are hella drunk.” The guy in front of you says looking worried. “How many have you two had already?”

“..Me you know the six cans like normal," Jane says with an idiot smile on her face. “Now her, she must be heart broken. She has had about what?.. uh.. ten cans and a margarita.”

“Jane, come on!” You say loud grabbing attention. “Ah, fuck you."

“When? Where and what time doll?” Jane says in a cheeky tone. “Come on.”

“Gosh...you're such an ass..” you say to her. “Now who’s starting us off?”

—

“Chug, chug!” You say hitting the table as Jane chugs down a whole bottle of tequila. “You got this jane!”

“Hey come on! , that’s not fair.” The other person says stopping. “She started, ahead!”

“Now you’re losing Val!” You say with a dumb smile on your face. “And Jane, is finish!”

“WHOWHOO!” Jane yells with a dumb smile on her face. “Come on! You can’t beat me val!”

“All of you three, settle down." A person mumbles next to you. “Honestly, y/n I expected better out of you."

“What can I say, I’m born to disappoint people in my life.” You say quickly and give them a stupid smile. “Cheer up, Sebastian.”

“Let’s just do one, final bet.” Jane says looking at you. “This time, it’s y/n.”

“Now, this is interesting." Sebastian says looking at you. “I enjoy drunk, Jane.”

“I don’t!” You respond quickly. “Jane, come on, let’s just end the ga—“

“No no.. let her finish.” Sebastian says now interested. “Jane, please continue.”

“Y/n, I bet that you won’t get the number that guy in the corner.” Jane says pointing to the guy in the corner. He wears a ski mask with a skull drawing. “His military too, so good luck.”

“I don’t agree to the bet.” You say standing up. “There’s probably something wrong with the guy, man!”

“You know, the rules of the game y/n.” Val says looking at you. "Final person with the bet can’t chicken out.”

“Oh, fuck you two..” You say to them while you reach for your drink. “I hate you, guys."

—

You make your way to him after a while of waiting and pushing with your friends. He notices you walking over to him, he gives you a cold stone look.

“Hi..” you say nervously. "I’m y/n, from the navy..."

You wait for an answer, nothing. You turn to leave seeing the military and Navy group stare over at you. You feel embarrassed and turn quickly back to him. This time his eyes seem calmer.

“You come here, often?” You say building up courage. “I never seen you here,"

No answer from him again. The tension keeps getting worse as he looks past you to look at the people he came in with.

“Yer, not scared of me?” He says alarming to you. “What.. now, you are?”

“What no!” You say with a nervous laugh. You weren’t scared, you were terrified. “So.. stranger what’s your name?”

“Ghost," he says in a cold tone. “Now, you can go.”

“Well... uh.. technically I can't... you mumble softly. “I..kinda, have to get your number."

“Bet?” He asks looking at you. “Guessing.. yer, in one too.”

“Huh?” You say quickly looking at him. “You guys play.. that, too?”

“No, we just bet.” He says annoyed. “I have to get a girl number, too.. they say I’m too scary for that to happen."

“You aren’t that bad..” you say, sitting down on a chair. “Come on, if you maybe remove the whole mysterious man look you could get some hoes.”

“Hoes?” Ghost says looking at you slightly concerned. “..You don’t seem like a hoe.”

“I—“ you can’t manage to find the words. He said it without thinking just as if it was nothing. “Well, you see."

“Just, give me your damn number.” Ghost says pulling out his phone. “Make it easy for us.”

You pull out your phone too and roll your eyes.

“Fine, give it here.” You say handing him your phone and grabbing his. “..We don’t really, got to talk.”

He puts in his number, sending a text to confirm you didn’t juke him. You hand each other phones back and stand there in silence.

“..Want a drink?” You say looking at him.

“I don’t drink.” He replies in a cold tone. "Neither should you.”

He walks away back to his group leaving you alone in the corner. You stare a the message he sent from your side.

“..Navy sucks..”

“Mother, fucker!” You whisper yell before rushing to your group.

“No fucking way, you actually did it.” Jane says now a little sober. “You actually..got that number.”

“Gave him mine, too.” You say taking a small drink from Sebastian cup

."...we better get going.. we have to see the captain in the morning.” Val says looking at y/n. “Y/n that’s Sebastian cup”

“Right..." Sebastian says getting up. “I’ll drive, I’m the least drunk out of all of us.”

“Sounds good with me!” Jane says with a smile. “Y/n can you pay?”

“I’ll actually stay behind guys. Well, I’m off duty tomorrow.” You say with a smile. “I’ll get an Uber home, don’t worry.”

“You, sure?” Val asks a bit worried. “You... shouldn’t be here alone. I can stay with you.”

“I’ll be okay, plus I think Jane needs you all the more.” You say looking at the struggling to stand up Jane. “Badly,"

Val finally agrees and leaves with the other two. You look at the empty table and sigh. Seeing a trash can near you walk over to it with the empty cans of beer and throw them away. You walk over to the bar tender and smile.

“How much is it?” You say taking out your wallet. “They’re drinks, I’m not done yet.”

“$145.99” they reply , "miss you sure you don’t want to pay yours?”

“No no.. not yet, I will before I leave.” You hand him the money and look down. “Think you can get me the strongest thing you got?”

“Again?” They reply taking the money and giving you the change. “Maybe, you should calm down on drinking.”

“Please? I want to, just be at peace.” You say putting the change in the tip jar. “It can’t harm me.”

“Fine, but you better have an Uber ready.” They responded d turning away and grabbing a bottle. “Whole thing or a gl—“

You grab a bottle and a shot glass. Pouring yourself a shot. You stare off into the distance. Minutes pass and you kept staring off into the distance. Soon someone sits next to you. You quickly look at them, it’s Ghost.

“Need something, right?” You say staring at him. His eyes seem empty, dark brown empty. “Or, did you make another bet?”

He doesn’t respond as someone else sits beside you. You turn to see it’s the male that raises a glass to the military. You can’t help it but smile seeing two unknown people sit next to you like it was nothing.

“Heard, your name is Y/n.” The guy said looking at you. “I’m Soap, someone in th—“

“The military, I know.. I’m from the navy.” You say cutting him off. “So.. you two came to bother me?”

“Quite the opposite.” Soap says looking at you. “You would definitely fit in, with the military.”

You remain silent and pour yourself another shot. Only for Ghost to block you from taking it. You look at him and see some soul in his eyes for the first time.

“Hang out with us, for the night.” Soap says pushing the bottle away. “Our treat.”

You lean your head back in laughter and shake your head. Military people want you... to be with them? What a joke you thought to yourself.

“If I say yes, it probably won’t end well.” You say looking at Soap controlling your laughter.

“If you say no, you will be stuck here.Alone, and sad y/n.” Soap responds standing up. “It’s up to you,"

Soap walks away, leaving you with Ghost. He doesn’t seem like a very talkative type. It’s clear to you by now so you look at his hand that covers the shot.

“Mind moving, your hand?” You say to him as he looks at you in some sort of pity. “Please?”

He stares at you for a moment and gets up. Removing his hand away from the glass, he crosses his arms.

“Just come on.” He says in a demanding voice. “Or will you be sad, forever?”

He walks away after the last word. He seems like a chill person, so does soap. You stare at their table and then back at your glass. Standing up, you walk over to them and sit down in the empty seat. Soap smiles seeing you sit down with them. Before you know it, you're chatting away with them as if they’re old pals.

—

It’s the next night and you're there with your friends. Waiting for the group to come in. Well the people you warmed up to. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. Just thinking about the conversations you had with them made a smile appear on your face. Your friends have noticed you haven’t been really the same since that night.

“Y/n," Val says grabbing your attention. “Why, are you staring at the door?”

“I just uh..” You say looking at him. "Looking at the clock.”

Just then the door opens to the group. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. They look over at you and smile, you give a smile back.

“What was that?” Jane says now angry. “Are you.. friends, with them?”

“They aren’t so bad," you say nervously. “Just get to know th—“

“Hell no, it’s because the skull mask dude isn’t it? , right?” Jane says quickly standing up from her seat. “That’s why, you were so difficult!”

“What no Jane, calm down.” You say sitting her back down. “We just talked yest—“

“Bunny!” Price yells at you. “Come on, sit!”

“Bunny?” Val says looking at you. “..You have a nickname, with them!”

“Guys! They’re nice, people!” You slightly yell at them. “God damn it!Now I see what they mean when navy is a toxic place!”

“Oh oh! Now, you’re comparing us to them?” Jane says getting up again. "Y/n! You were just a bet! A dumb bet, I lost.”

“What..” you say getting up. “..That’s a lie..”

“It’s not.” Val says standing next to Jane. “I bet her money you would easily be our friend, she said you wouldn’t.”

“..You guys..” You mumble grabbing your drink. “I get that beat your ass’s in training, but this shit is uncalled for!”

“No, no, We let you win for your pathetic ass.” Jane says angrily. “Y/n You can’t do shit, right!”

Anger fumes inside of you, begging you to be let free. Price and the rest of the bar notice the tension. You throw the drink in your hand at Jane and throw can at her. You turn to price and shake your head. They were right about this group.

“Captain Price, I’ll take that offer from the night before.” You say godly turning back to the shocked Jane. “Navy sure does, suck ass."

“You, motherfucker!” Jane yells before getting stopped by Ghost. “Move out, the way.”

Soap grabs you away from the table. He has a bright smile on his face, it could be from him being drunk or something else. Ghost walks over to you placing his hand on your face.

“You okay.. Bunny?” He says in a tired tone.

Noticing what he’s doing, he quickly moves away. Price walks over angrily and stares at Jane and Val.

“Your captain will be hearing about this issue.” Price says looking dead at them. “Bunny.. you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you respond to him and look away from them. “I need some air.”

You walk out the bar the tension following you. Shaking your head, you look at the puddle in front of you. Soon rain started to pour down on you.

“Awh! Come on!” You yell at the sky. “Screw you!”

Someone grabs your arm making you jump. You look over at the person, it’s ghost. His out in the rain with the others coming out.

“You all will get sick..” you say, looking at them. “Go back inside.”

“Please, this is normal training with have.” Soap says with a laugh. “Isn’t that right, captain?”

“Damn right it is," Price says with a smile. “It feels nice..”

“Sure does..” you mumble, looking out into the street and your wrap your arm around ghost. “..Nice night..”

He looks at you with something burning inside of him. For the first time in a while he feels something. Love. All thanks to a bet you were forced to do.

[jaehyunssi]

Teacher’s Pet ㅡ S.Jn

college romance ㅡ professor!johnny x college student!reader ㅡ age distance! prohibited relationship! warning: act of cheating - professor to student relationship

Summary: An academically committed student is what you’re trying to achieve, but what you don’t know is that Johnny finds it hard to resist an academically committed student like you.

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“Astonishing.”

You smile as the whole class applauded. Just one word from the professor as his approval to your presentation can make the whole class agree even though you know some of them don’t like you.

You put your cheat paper down, bowing as you turn back to your seat. There’s no doubt that you felt proud of what you’ve done since you’re working hard on it. Oh well, reading 15 journals and spending three nights without sleeping properly had never felt better until now since you know you got your A grade secured. As a college student, this semester is the most important times for you to be the teacher’s pet.

Of course there are days where you felt unmotivated, desperate, even. But imagining yourself carrying the degree proudly as the people around you can cry about it lit your body to work even harder whatever it takes.

“You were fucking insane, you know that?”

Yuri smiles in disbelief as you take your sit next to her. You lift your shoulders, acting as if you didn’t stress a lot to work on that presentation for the past week. “Maybe I really am a genius.”

The woman hits your shoulder. “Oh, go to hell. Do you even see Mr. Suh’s face? I bet he’d drool if he didn’t force shut his mouth the whole time.”

You laugh the situation off, feeling relieved that it’s not only you who thought that you did a great job but also your one and only best friend… and Mr. Suh, of course.

Mr. Suh, well, how do you even start to describe him? The first time he ever teached your class is on this semester, actually taking the previous professor because that one is taking another degree for his name. Mr. Suh himself has always been famous ever since the first day he got into your university. You can’t really blame anyone about itㅡthe man is hella gorgeous. You’re not even sure how he’s a ‘professor’ when he’s that young and looks that good. But here he is, standing at the front of the classroom, teachingㅡwell, now looking at you with a smile on his face.

Proud much, Sir?

“Well, that concludes for today, isn’t it?”

Mr. Suh shuts the projector off as the student putting their books inside their bag. As with you, you didn’t bring much at the first place.

“Further questions can be asked next week since I don’t really have much time left.” He rolls up his sleeve, checking the time on the watch sitting beneath. “You can all leave, pleasant evening.”

As the student walks to the front door, Mr. Suh’s paying attention to each one of them. Some of them said thank you, some of them are too busy to talk since they have another credit they have to work on, and one of them, which is the one he awaits for, is talking to her best friend.

“(Y/n).” He calls your name when you’re just two steps away from leaving the room. You looked at him, noticing the man smiles as he release himself from leaning on the wall to walk to where you stood. “Do you have five minutes?”

You’re just as confused as Yuri, but she signs you with her finger that she’ll be waiting outside.

“Yeah, sure, Sir.”

As Mr. Suh’s waits for the rest of the students to exits themselves from the room, he rolls up his sleeve on the other side. “You did a really great job earlier.” He folds his arms that are full of veins, god, this is distracting you so bad.

“It’s my task, Sir.”

“I know. But it was hard for me to not praise you.”

You only laugh awkwardly as you see the man puts his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. There is something with this professor and his words that made your heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment. If this is the reason why he’s well known between the students, you can’t really blame on them.

Buzz…

Both you and the professor heard the vibration sound that you believe are from one of his pockets. You look at him as he lifts up his phone, trying to see the person who’s interrupting his short conversation with one of his brightest student.

“Excuse me for a moment, okay?” He signs with his finger, one minute. You nod as you see him leaving you by yourself on that big classroom. The man’s back covered with the sheerest color of white makes his skin pleasingly visible to you. But when he walks outside, he stopped by the edge of the door, turning his head again to your direction.

“Don’t run away from me.” He told you with a faint smile.

You wanted to say okay, but the guy closed the door already. Now that you know that you’re alone, you inhale the longest breath that year. Touching your chest as you feel your heart beats so fast for a reason you don’t want to admit. This felt wrong, is wrong, even.

The wide space that classroom provides makes it awkward for you to stand alone there, so you took a seat. Your mind is full of questions that you can’t answer, such as, why did he want to talk to me? or what does he want from me? even the silliest question like does he want me to teach the class?

You shake your head. Whatever it is, it’s probably not that important for you to stress about.

“Hey.” He walks inside with his hand putting the phone back to where it was. “I hope you’re not waiting too long for that.”

You smile at him, can’t wait for him to finish whatever business he has on his mind with you since you can’t look at him longer with clean thoughts.

“Tired already?” He asks as he comes closer to you. You’re not really sure of why that question popped, but you assume it’s because you’re sitting.

“A lot of credits today.”

“Ah, right. So, should I talk about it now?”

Your eyes traces the man who’s now walking right beside you, dragging the chair at it squeaks. He sits just right beside you as he puts both of his elbows on his knees, shortening the distance between your face and him.

“I want to see more of you.”

What?

“What?”

He smiled. “Not really sure also. But you excite me, and I’m trying to figure out why.”

Is this really fucking happening right now?

The sentence that he declared was not a lie. Mr. Suh does wants to see you often, he wants to know what it was from you that made him looked at you for the longest time earlier. “Can I?” He asks softly as he gives his right hand to you.

You can feel your breath shortening, can you even give him the answer he doesn’t want to hear when he looks at you like that? Asking a permission as if you’re going to deny him?

You put your hand on his, trying to see him right on his eyes. “Sure…”

He holds your hand, thumb stroking the back of your hand so softly that it made you feel like you can explode right there and right now.

It’s not really your fault. The man is drop dead handsome, vigorously captivating by having the body of the man everyone dreamt of.

You can see his smile growing, but not wide enough to show that he’s happyㅡmore of a proud smile because he got your permission.

“Then I have to prepare to see more of you.”

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You sit on your bed as you lean on the wall, eyes not focusing on anything because your mind is asking too many questions. That did not just happened, you say to yourself. You can’t even believe that you gave him your number. What would the man do anyway? Should a professor text his own student, even when that professor is hot? Should this be happening between a man that is years older than you and you?

As your bedroom filled with nothing but silence, you can hear your phone ringing on the other side of the bed. Yuri’s name popped up at the screen, making you realize that you didn’t even meet her right after she left you alone with Mr. Suh.

“Dude, you’re taking too long earlier. I can’t leave the bus just to wait for your quick tutor with Mr. Hottie.”

You bit your own nail. “Yeah, about that.”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re getting an A+ secretly.”

“Well, I don’t know about that…”

On the other side, Yuri can feel there’s something bugging you by your hesitation. “Wait. What happened?”

You shut your eyes, contemplating inside your head if you should tell her or not. At one thought, everything could go wrong by that information. But on the other thought, Yuri is your best friendㅡshe would care, she would understand, and moreover, she would help you.

“(Y/n)…?”

You told her everything that happened that evening on the classroom while you’re with Mr. Suh. From the first second you’re alone with him until the last part where he said goodbye to you as he waits for you to leave first. Telling it felt wrong, telling it felt like you just confessed a sin to a priest, but you’re glad that you finally let the thoughts out from your mind.

“… and I really don’t know what to do now.”

With your final sentence from telling the chronology, you play with your own lips, waiting for your best friend to give a response.

But nothing can be heard from the other side.

“…Yuri?”

“Fuck, (y/n)? You’re telling me that he seduced you like that? Do you even know that he got a wife living inside his house?” Yuri shouts at you as you close your eyes. Yes, this is the realization that you have to go through once more.

“Shit. I need to hit you with a hammer now.”

You shake your head. “You know what, just do it. Fuck. I don’t even know why I said yes.”

Yuri sighed, didn’t believe any single word that she just heard from her own friend. “Come on. The Mr. Johnny Suh? I know everyone wants him but not like this.”

“I know. I know… Yuri, please…”

“God gave me the biggest test and it’s you. Okay, you know what? I’m not supporting this at all, let me just tell you that.”

“Sure. Sure you won’t, and it’s only normal like that.”

For once again, Yuri gave you a sigh to hear, longer, this time. “But, still. You’re my friend, (y/n).”

You smiled bitterly. Yuri has always been a good friend and you know she won’t leave you just because of what happened between you and Mr. Suh. As the conversation goes, Yuri told you that even at your worst self, she would be there if you needed help. She’s not the biggest fan of what you did, but she knows that you got no one but her here.

And now you have to realize that you’re dealing with Johnny, Johnny Suh. The hellgate you decide to enter.

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[Unknown number: Good morning.]

You looked at your phone screen, even with that simple text, you know that that’s the man you’ve been shitting yourself on. You turn your head, looking from left to right, making sure that the students sitting around you is not looking at you. Also, the man chose the wrong time to text you. Come on, during class? He should’ve known that he seduced a fucking college student.

[Unknown number: I don’t have enough sleep last night because I’ve been thinking.] [You: Good morning, Sir. What exactly are your thoughts?] [Unknown number: Well, you.]

You gawked. This man is not the one you should mess with.

[You: I don’t think there’s anything to think about except the fact that you’re building another relationship inside your marriage, Sir.] [Unknown number: Okay. First of all, can you quit the ‘Sir’? And just call me Johnny, or whatever you feel comfortable.] [You: I can’t. You’re my professor.] [Unknown number: I can be more than just that.]

You roll your eyes. It felt like no matter how much you tried, Mr. Suh always find his ways to turn your words.

[Unknown number: And I want you to let me know you better than a professor know his own student. [Unknown number: Only if you let me.] [You: And if I’m letting you, then what?] [Unknown number: Then I’ll be anything you want me to be.]

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Yuri choked on her own sandwich when you showed him your text with Mr. Suh. She hits her own chest, not wanting to die because over a seductive text between Johnny and you.

“What the fuck? Then tell him to be a loyal man to his wife.”

“Yuri…” You gaver her the box of kleenex placed on the cafeteria’s table. You know her words don’t only meant for Johnny but also for you. “My head is really empty right now.”

You can hear Yuri grunts as she chews on her food. “You know what? Maybe think about the seminar you’re going to talk on in two days rather than talking with that hot-but-already-married-man.”

Just a month ago, one of the college students invite you to talk at their own seminar about a certain topic you’ve been working on your journal. She told you that her colleagues are all interested on the topic you present and really hoping that you’ll spend a fifteen minute talk show on their seminar to talk about it. It’s just as surprising as it is to you, but you’re not the type of person who wastes on an opportunity. Silly how Yuri is the one who reminds you on that when it’s only a month ago you couldn’t stop worrying about it.

“Shit. Right, fuckㅡI totally forgot about that.” You hit your head, can’t believe that you haven’t even prepared the talking points, not to mention that you only got less than 48 hours left to both write and learn.

“I signed and paid for that fucking boring thing. Don’t embarrass me.”

This is exactly why you need Yuri. To remind you on your own goal everytime you found something more captivating than it. No, it won’t take an older and drop dead sex-bomb man to take you attention away and that’s what you stand by.

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“…And that’s why aesthetic objects are life-affirming, meaningful and constructive.” You smiled at your last sentence. There’s a clap, two claps, and finally the whole participants clap at your words. You still can’t believe you’ll find a situation like this in your life, but this is what hard working has been giving you. Appreciation, just like what you always needed.

As you walked down the stage, you can see Yuri lifting both of her thumbs up to you. You laughed a little, still feeling a little nervous after giving a whole fifteen minutes talk in front of hundreds of people. You forgot the euphoria if being all praised and complimented like this, being the one that is talked about, being the person who’s so bright that you got invited in a seminar you don’t even know. This is the thing you should’ve been worrying about ever since you walked inside that university of yours. Being the best, the brightest, the wanted student.

While the staff on the backstage is now helping you removing the microphone wire that is still attached to your clothes, since it would bug you to carry a heavy microphone on your hand, you hear her compliments as if you didn’t have enough already.

“You did a really great job, Miss.” One of the staffs compliments you.

You shake your head. “Oh, that was nothing.”

“You even got a whole fan sending you things.”

You quickly stop your movement. “A what now?” As much as you wanted an explanation, the staff is just as surprised as you are.

“… You didn’t know?”

-

When the woman finished removing the annoying wire from your dress, she walks with you towards the outside of the venue.

Yet what’s sitting there at the center of the holding room felt unbelievable.

You put both of your hand on your mouth, not wanting to let the woman know that you can’t shut your mouth from how big the flower bouquet is. You’re not even sure if you can call that a bouquet since it’s as big as you. There are roses, different kinds of them: Grandiflora, Polyantha, Floribunda, even the miniature ones. That’s a lot, that’s a lot.

“This arrived this morning…” She points the large bouquet.

You looked at her, standing right beside you as you realize she’s also looking at the flowers in disbelief. “Thank you… for telling me.” You thanked her as she left you alone out there. There’s only one name that shows up on your head and you know for sure Yuri won’t give you things as extra as this one. You look on your surroundings, making sure no one is near you.

Then you grab your phone, immediately asking the obvious.

[You: Sir… this flowers] [Unknown number: Congratulations on your first talk, beautiful.] [You: This is too much.] [Unknown number: Looks like I have to teach you better ways to express gratitude.] [You: This is so fucked up. What if anyone knows?] [Unknown number: I’m the one to make sure about that.] [You: Sir…] [Unknown number: Should I remind you again?] [You: Okay, Johnny. Thank you, but this is too dangerous for us.] [Unknown number: Then tell me what to do with you, (y/n). It’s killing me to not to talk to you, or see you.] [You: Just how much do you want me to be there with you now?] [Unknown number: Okay, that’s it. You know what? I’m on my way there and you’re not running away.]

You shut your eyes, regretting of what words you just let your fingers typed. Now, you’re officially entering the hellgate.

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a/n: i know i promised for a part two, but for the past months my life hasn’t been easy and i decided to discontinue this story </3 I’m really, really, really sorry…

[harlowsbby]

imagine jack and reader sitting courtside and the basketball players giving reader all the attention and jack getting fed up😭🤍

Enough is enough

“What’s wrong Jack? Are you not having any fun.” You teased as the grouch next to you groaned and huffed watching all the basketball players come up to you and flirt.

“No I’m not having any fun actually and I’d rather go back home.” He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted like a five year old child.

Tonight Jack wanted to take you on a little date night which consisted of the two of you sitting courtside side at the Golden State Warriors game but the minute the two of you arrived Jack instantly regretted it.

Your outfit was pretty simple nothing too over the top, Jack thought it would be cute if the two of you matched tonight, he wore a Golden State Jersey with his black cargos while you wore a very short short skirt in Jack’s eyes with a crop Golden State t-shirt.

“Jack you don’t see me getting upset when thousands of girls are thirsting over you and throwing themselves at you everyday, besides now you know how it feels.” You mumbled the last part but he heard you loud and clear.

“That’s different though baby, I don’t pay attention to any of them I only pay attention to you and half the time all they want is pictures, but these basketball players they want more then just pictures.”

“Yeah they wanna get between them thighs.” Urban joked from behind the two of you, Sunni chuckled but immediately stop when Jack flared at the two.

“Watch, I bet you one of them comes up to you and tries asking you out as if they don’t know you’re with me.” Jack soon regretted those words because just like magic one of the players known as Jordan Poole came strolling over to where you were all seated.

“Uh oh.” Sunni laughed and watched how Jack’s jaw clenched and unclenched, eyeing Jordan up and down.

“You know this whole time I’ve been trying to focus on the game but your beauty has honestly been distracting me so much.” Jordan grinned and sure you should’ve told him that Jack was your man but where was the fun in that.

“Why thank you Jordan you know I’ve honestly been only watching you all night.” Jack’s head whipped to the side, you stiffed a laugh at how his mouth flung open the shock and hurt evident on his face.

“Is that so pretty lady? Well if you don’t mind would you like to go out or something after the game?” You we’re going to continue teasing Jack and entertaining Jordan but based on the sour look placed on Jack’s face it was best you didn’t.

“I’m sorry Jordan but I do have a boyfriend, he’s right next to me actually.” His smile fell while Jack rolled his eyes, Urban and Sunni laughing like hyenas behind you.

“Oh shit my bad Jack I didn’t even know you had a girl.” Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, Jack shrugged his shoulders and turned to the side.

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed to Jordan as he walked off.

“Damn Y/N just out here pulling all the men tonight.” Sunni laughed but Jack sat there with a irritated expression his face.

“What’s wrong Jack? You know I was only playing with you.”

“Go date your little basketball player I’m sure he’ll show you all around the city.” He huffed and you frowned, when Jack got jealous he tended to take it too far and get in these mood swings.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen who’s ready for the kiss cam?” One of the announcers in the stadium announced over the loud speaker. Everyone laughed and aww’d at all the couples that made it on the kiss cam.

Before you knew it you were looking at your face and as well as Jack’s on the big screen.

“Uh oh is there trouble of paradise or is Jack Harlow always this grumpy?” The announcer asked making everyone in the room laugh.

“Come here Jack.” Grabbing Jack by his chin you smashed your lips onto his, him being petty didn’t kiss back at first but eventually he did and grabbed the side of your face deepening the kiss before pulling away.

“Well damn I thought a porno or something was for-sure going to happen.”

“Shut up Urban!” Jack and You said together.

“I’m sorry Jack, I shouldn’t have flirted with Jordan, can you forgive me?”

“I forgive you baby girl besides I know many ways you can make it up to me tonight.” He grinned and sure enough that night you made sure to make it up to him in many ways with many rounds.

[stxrshxpxd]

leading man

pairing: hugh grant x reader

word count: 1.134

warnings: age gap (early 20s/late50s)

prompt: reader is an inexperienced (in more than one way) actor who’s just booked a film job, and she strikes up a conversation with the leading man

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It was the summer between my first and second year of drama school. The last month of the semester had been crazy, as I had begun filming for my first real big acting job. It was a film with Hugh Grant in the lead. Yes, Hugh Grant! I hadn’t been able to muster up a single word to say to him for the first two weeks on set. I had kept on walking in the opposite direction and avoiding eye contact for the first few days. Some of the first words I said to him I believe were when we had a conversation on screen as our characters. Truth was I had had a huge crush on his younger self half my life.

“Is that so?” Hugh laughed and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling with an amused smile. The confession about my crush had just poured out of me. Once we had, at last, gotten to talking as ourselves I had found myself rambling on for minutes on end. I was terrified of the silence that might’ve appeared between us had I not had anything interesting to say, and he might’ve gotten bored and left. Granted, I wasn't sure how interesting my last few spiels had been.

“And not now?” he joked, looking down again and glancing at me from under his brows. I took a sharp breath in and tried to think of a witty answer.

“Relax,” he chuckled, noticing I was trying hard to appease him. So long as we’re being honest, I definitely still found him attractive. His bright blue eyes in contrast to his tan and freckled skin. The varying shades of grey in his hair, which I was grateful he had grown out a few inches for the role. The prominent veins residing on the backs of his hands at all times.

“So then you’ve shagged a whole lot of awkward blokes with weird hair and a funny walk probably, eh?” he continued joking and took a sip of his coffee. We were in a corner on set, where we had sat with our coffees for the past half hour. I had learned quickly that being an actor meant you had to do a lot of waiting around.

“Surely those fools are begging at your feet,” Hugh added and extended his whole arm at me. Panic washed over me. He had just complimented me massively and also assumed I had been with a great deal of guys. I could’ve easily laughed it off. Why couldn’t I have laughed it off?

“Not so much blokes as bloke.”

“Oh, long time boyfriend?”

Yes. Lie!

“No. One night stand.”

Hugh smiled gently.

“So, you’re single.”

I was surprised that was what he took away from our conversation, and that was what he chose to emphasise. I chuckled nervously and nodded, crossing my legs and sitting up straighter in my chair. Hugh was quiet for a minute, looking around the room, deep in thought with a little smile on his lips. I was sweating.

“He must not have been that good, your bloke. If you didn't come back for seconds.. And you swore off guys after him.”

“He wasn’t great,” I laughed, still telling the truth. Hugh took another scan of the room and then he looked down in his coffee cup. It looked tiny in his large hand.

“We’re not all like him, you know. There are a few of us who are quite decent in bed.” He made a face that I thought should have been accompanied by a wink but it wasn’t. “Even us awkward boys with funny hair.”

“I really loved your hair! Honest.”

“You’re sweet.”

He smiled softly still.

“How old are you?”

Lie! It’s not that hard.

“Twenty… one.”

I was turning twenty-two in a month. He noticed I was in agony telling him my age.

“You’re a baby! When you’re pushing sixty you can start making that face.”

He pointed at me and my grimacing face again and I laughed.

“I know. I don’t think I’m old… necessarily. I just think I’m… I haven’t done anything, it feels like.”

A serious conversation was blossoming between us and Hugh looked at me with his head slightly tilted, his lip caught between his teeth. He thought for a second.

“Do you mean in the area of that singular bloke with the hair?”

“His hair wasn’t that weird,” I laughed quietly as a quick chime-in, and he made a quick face in response, and then I answered his question. “But yes. That’s a big thing.”

“Well,” he took a deep breath and looked away from our kind of intense eye contact. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this and you won’t believe me, but really it’s not that big of a deal. Firstly, it really doesn’t matter how many people you’ve slept with. You don’t have to do–”

“But I want to!” I cut him off, leaning forward in my seat now. Maybe it was the ninth hour on set which was sending me into delirium, or the apparent chemistry we had, but I was suddenly gushing about how badly I wanted to have sex to Hugh Grant. “I want passion and lust and drama! I want sex.”

“Of course you do, you’re an actor.”

I laughed in the middle of a sigh.

“You wouldn’t let me finish, though… Secondly, it’s just about finding a person you’re comfortable enough with and you can experiment all you want. It’s quite fun.” He shrugged, sipping his coffee again.

“Finding the person is the impossible bit,” I stated with my chin in my palm, as the visual representation of a sigh. Hugh pressed his lips together into a thin line for a moment, staring at me intently. There looked to be many thoughts whirring around in his brain. There was some sort of a vibe building between us. All this time I had had so many things to say to him but now my mind was blank. Was the sexual tension only in my head?

“I guess you’re right,” he nodded and looked away, licking the inside of his cheek.

One man from the production crew came out to our spot and told Hugh that he had a scene to shoot in five minutes. He finished the last bit of his coffee in one swig and I took a mental snapshot of his neck as he bent his head all the way back for a second.

“I’ll pray for that right person to find you,” he pointed at me as he began walking away. “Funny hair or not!”

It wasn’t until he was out of sight that I recognised the big stupid smile on my lips and the heat in my cheeks.

[thesunshineriptide]

could you do a oneshot or headcanon of malleus' reaction to fem mc as she has an anxiety attack from the magicam monsters (halloween themed).

Baby, You’re a Haunted House

Characters: Fem!Reader, Malleus

Cw// anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, Halloween, terror is trending spoilers

He stepped into the threshold of Ramshackle Dorm for the first in a long time. He frowned, searching for her - the Ramshackle prefect. He found her, and decided the sight was one to behold, and one that drove him to anger.

She was crouched, sobbing into her hand behind the loveseat in the foyer. One hand covered the left side of her face, the other attempted to tampen down her sobs.

“Child of Man.” Malleus said softly, crouching down beside her, “Tears of yours have been shed. Who is to blame for this egregious act?” His voice was deep and soothing, drawing her whole attention to him. Emerald eyes stared at her, pupils drawn to slits, but the kind expression never left his face.

“I-I…” She was at a lost for words, staring at him. Her mouth was slightly agape, as though she hadn’t heard him approach - perhaps she hadn’t. “I’m scared, Malleus.”

His expression went blank for a moment. What had ever happened to her silly nickname for him? The gravity of the situation hit him like a lead barrel, and he began to frown.

“Tell me your troubles, then, Prefect.” He said simply, sitting down beside her. It was close - perhaps too close, even, but she didn’t move away. No, instead she leaned in closer, resting her head on his shoulder.

“The guests…if- if we can call them that,” she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes, “They keep….they keep coming in. There’s a sign, says private residence. I think Silver made it for m-me…” she choked down another sob, breathing raggedly, “They ignore it. Won’t listen when I say I live here. They pushed me over…” She rubbed at her arm.

Malleus frowned, gently taking her arm in careful hands. He rolled up the sleeve, only to find a nasty bruise painting her forearms.

She carefully took her arm back, pointedly looking away, “They even went through my room. Like it was an exhibit.”

Malleus frowned, reaching to take her hand instead. She let him, much to his surprise. He squeezed gently, looking for the right words.

“I’m sorry.” He said gently, “Had I not insisted that Ramshackle Dorm be Diasomnia’s stamp tour spot, this would not have happened.”

She looked up to refute it, but he gently held up a hand.

“I don’t wish for comfort, my friend. I simply recognize my responsibility. I didn’t foresee this being an issue. I hadn’t even contemplate it. I…I wished to celebrate with you.” He said, voice dropping softly. “It seems this has backfired, though. Tell me, Child of Man, is there something within my power that can help fix this?”

She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes, “Tsunotaro…” she began, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks, “Thank you.” She finally said with a smile.

He looked surprised, “For what?”

She smiled and leaned back down on his shoulder, “This- just, you being here. It’s helping.”

He allowed himself a soft smile, and leaned back toward her in return. “I am at your beck and call, my dear.”

The Ramshackle prefect twisted for a minute, then leaned in to whisper, “I have an idea.”

He raised an eyebrow with a grin, “Oh? And what might that be?”

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Janet and Bradley approached the gates of Ramshackle Dorm, selfie sticks drawn and at the ready like the swords of knights.

“This would be a perfect place for a photo op! And I bet that little dorm is haunted.” Janet grinned, pushing the gate open, “C’mon!”

“W-wait!” He said, running to follow, “Janet, I don’t think we’re supposed to go in here!”

“Oh, c’mon.” She said, still grinning, “Nobody lives in this old place. That sign’s probably just there for a spook.” She laughed, “Ya think there’s any ghosts in here?”

Bradley sighed and trudged along behind her as she swung the door open. He shuffled in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, “I still don’t think we should have gone in here. We can still turn and leave, Jan.”

“Don’t be silly.” She said, “Who would live in here? Look, the furnitures all turned over. Nobody who lives here would leave a table toppled over like that.” She said, shrugging, “Wanna see if we can find some ghosts?”

The door swung shut, locking behind them. Something wet began to drip from the ceiling, and a chill ran across the room.

For a moment, a figure could be seen at the top of the staircase, but in a flash it was gone.

“Jan, I don’t think-“

“Shut up, Brad.” Janet hissed, “The show’s beginning.”

“But Janet-“ he tried again. He felt a ran run down his spine and yelped in surprise, “We should leave-“

Janet elbowed him, beginning to walk up the stairs, “Hey, ghosties! Come out, I wanna play.”

“You want to play, do you?” A deep voice sounded from behind her, “You come to my home, and you decide I am but a plaything?”

Brad runs for the door, tugging at it, “I want out, I knew this was a bad idea!”

“Bradley!” Janet yells, pushing past the figure on the stairs, “You were gonna leave me?”

“I didn’t even want to come in here!” He yells.

There’s a soft, feminine laugh from behind them now. A princess stands there, looking dead as a door nail. The figure from the stairs is leaning over her with a grin.

Upon inspection, it seems as though the man has a rather long, black tail.

“It would be rude to refuse guests, wouldn’t it, my love?” The woman coos, sending a grin over at them.

“Of course, my dear.” The dragon responds, “It’s not every day a meal delivers itself unto us.”

The door flings open, and the couple runs, screeching at they stumble over themselves.

She laughs, and turns to high five Malleus. “That was amazing! Thank you.” She says, hugging him.

He’s surprised, but hugs back. Anything for such a precious treasure.

[rocketrouquine]

Random thoughts on my second viewing of episode 2 :

The « you wear fine things well » replay : Taika hasn’t the same expression, when I tell you this is a different take, I’ll bet my script supervisor ass on it. If they did that, it’s for underlining the fact that they weren’t seeing the same thing in the relationship…

Stede, my sweet angel… maybe don’t tell everyone you meet (even your lovely towel collegues Maggie, Jane and Tiff) about your heart trouble with fucking Blackbeard.

The way he’s saying « they draw him to look like a ghoul » is so sooooo gay. Like disgusted sassy sista level.

Fuck you that’s how I am may or may not become a motto of mine.

Actually this whole scene, Lucius is in a fucking telenovela. The stop in the doorframe, talking across your shoulder without turning and the little disappointed head nod at the end. « oh, yeah. Now you care ? » (it just missed an hairflip) He came to ham and I’m here for it.

Sea witch again. I mean we actually saw him talking with birds last season so why the surprise.

Ed behind Frenchie in every room like a fucking dead child jumpscare in leather.

He’s actually terrifying all calm and smiling. You can sense that he can turn at every second. Like a MF snake (you know the ones, fuck yuuuuu)

Sir when you approach me like that, all analytical and stuff, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t let you do to me (imagine Ed turning this on Stede in the bedroom pffffiouuu)

*Wheeze « A panto ? » (give this man an Oscar)

I really have trouble with « he’s our dick ».. you are aware that this is the man who had absolutely no problem stranding your love on an island ? Who pushed for it, even ? That in the memory you evoke, he’s the only one not sitting with you all, all alone in the background sulking ? I guess if you consider him like the nasty old dog who bites everyone and barks all the time, I can see it…

You have hope, it’s cute . Archie is actually really interesting because she represents the classic pirate (like Ed’s crew before being Stedefied), being put amongst the crew of what she thinks is probably the rockstar of captains but they do things all weird and emotional (between bloodbaths). You can see that she’s tempted but also don’t hesitate to throw the first punch in the battle to the death because that’s how stuff goes.

Take the fucking leg (« …bitch » very much implied)

The little ships were all over the place. They kinda treat Olu like a himbo this season which if my memories serve me right was the opposite of what he was last season. (He’s still emotionally intelligent but the logical sense seems to have gone. In this scene anyway)

Every time a new character says China, I cannot take out of my mind that they are mocking Trump. (Roach’s one in particular was spot on)

Awwww Olu’s all bashful and shit, I’m sure he’s moving his shoe on the ground, like a little shy child.

Stede, All happy about the soup : So wild it’s insane ! Lucius, eyes rolling to the back of his head : Jesus Christ, Stede, keep your pants on. * gets up and go drag on his cigaret like an old nihilist prostitute. * Ahahaha! Lucius is so done with Stede, I can’t ! He reminds me of me with my mom when I was a teenager. (I was horrible)

shitty pathetic incompetent captain  Holy shit, this burn must have dried up the ocean and that’s why they have to drag the boat on land.

The Oookay of Black Pete must be studied.

I had a dream about you last night  and with that phrase, all Blackhands shippers burst into flames. To then die a horrible death for the next minutes and being turned to dust at … best I could. (Also, If I had told you about « good for you » « it was good for me » I don’t think this is how you would have envision it)

But seriously the acting in this scene was INSANE. (I mean more than good, I mean stellar)his laugh is haunting me.

Wait… wait.. is he doing the romcom trope of being horrible to him so that he would leave, to protect him ? but instead he tortures him until he has no choice but to kill him ? Ed, darling, you basic trope girl.

Yeah I guess we could call it closure. Hum.

Yeah, I am ! And I’m alone ! Don’t be like me. Stede has evolved SO MUCH. I’m actually very much hopeful about the discussion he’s going to have with Ed. It won’t be miscommunication bullshit.

The puppet game… Something tells me Lucius won’t like to listen to Pinocchio anymore. Don’t even ask him to make any voice. Stede! The hand went where you think!

Well, Hello back little black scarf which goes with everything ! Especially with the ultimate descent into the pitts of madness and despair.

Stede is choosing « alive » on Blackbeard old poster : thank you, magic of belief, for saving Ed’s life !

There’s a drawing, I repeat, he doodled Ed’s face amongst little bouts of emo poetry… oh stede.

Beheading, arsoning, just a little bit of a dick love of his life.

HE’S NOT BROKEN. SHUT UP !

calm down, you two, with the head against head : you kissed once. In the words of spicy rat boy « Jesus Christ keep your pants on »

Romance novel cover one legged indestructible little fucker Izzy under the rain.

IZZY’S HEAD ON FANG’S SHOULDER AS THEY ARE KILLING ED, WHAT !

After the pyramid scheme, Olu being the get away text.

Okay, on to the next. It will be a fucking novel.

[lunacornfan2k24]

Trick or treat!

Could I perhaps also have some Cowboy Juniper flirting with a Nonbinary Saloon Bartender Phoenix? 🥺

Gonna be honest, I don't think I made John Cowboy enough in this and I brought back the mechanical bull and included Guys and Dolls. I hope that was okay

Rating: Teen and up

Pairing: John Juniper x they/them!Phoenix

Characters: John Juniper, Agent Phoenix, Reginald Crane

Warnings: none

Phoenix frowned and readjusted the cleaning cloth in their hand before they went back to scrubbing a particularly stubborn spill on the counter. Business was currently slow with only a few patrons in the saloon, so Phoenix was free to scrub without any interruptions.

Or so they thought.

“Did someone spill invisible ink?”

Phoenix looked up at the man that approached the bar. He was one of the few customers that had been sitting alone, claiming the back booth for himself.

“I wish,” they said “then I could just half-ass this. It’s just a beer stain.” Phoenix paused as a disgusting thought came to their mind. “Or well, I hope it’s just beer.”

Phoenix went back to scrubbing at the stain.

“You’re really cute when you’re disgusted.”

Their head shot up. “Excuse me?”

“Your nose scrunches up and it’s adorable.”

Phoenix scoffed. “Flirting with the bartender will not get you a discount on a drink.”

“Oh, no. I don’t need a discount. Although, I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

They stopped wiping the counter and took in the customer for the first time.

The man was attractive. Truly leading man of Hollywood attractive, with hazel eyes and a Stetson that hid his neatly combed brown hair.

“No, thanks,” Phoenix said, “and could you send up the friend that dared you to flirt with me? I’d like to punch them in their teeth.”

“What, no! You are exactly my type. How ‘bout this.” He looked over his shoulder at the saloon’s mechanical bull. “I’ll make a bet with you. If I can stay on that bull for ten minutes, you’ll go on this date with me and if I can’t, I’ll leave you alone. I will never speak to that gorgeous face again.”

Phoenix sighed, dropping the rag on the counter. “Have you ever seen that musical, Guys and Dolls?”

The entrance to the saloon was covered with posters advertising a local performance. They enjoyed the movie and looked forward to seeing it performed live at the local community theater.

His smile twitched. “I may have heard of it.”

“Well, there’s this character, Sky Masterson, and in the musical—it’s a musical, by the way—he recounts some advice that his father gave him. He says, ‘This guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you're going to wind up with an ear full of cider.’ You are looking a lot like an earful of cider to me.”

“A sexy earful of cider?” he asked hopefully.

Phoenix stared at him, unamused.

“Alright, then. What if I stayed on the bull for ten whole minutes, while standing up.”

“Standing up? On the bull? That bull?”

He nodded.

Phoenix felt their resolve wavering. The mechanical bull was old, jerky and nearly impossible to stay on even when sitting. They were certain that Reginald only kept the machine around because it came with the building. They eyed up the man, taking in his green flannel and well-kept jeans. Could he really ride a mechanical bull while standing, for ten whole minutes?

“Alright.” Phoenix held out their hand. “You’re on.”

The man shook their hand, and his slightly flirty smile grew smug. In that moment, Phoenix felt like they had just made a deal with the devil himself.

“I’m going to need you to turn him on, of course,” he said. Reluctantly, Phoenix walked out from behind the bar and towards the bull. “Not that I think you’ll have any issues, with the way you’ve turned me on.”

“Don’t get cocky, yet, you haven’t even done anything.”

They let the man into the bullpen, then turned on the machine so that it could warm up. “I’ll set the timer for ten minutes. No more, no less.”

“Please, I can go all. Night. Long.”

Phoenix laughed. “Not the first time I’ve heard that before.”

“Yeah, but the only difference between me and them, is that I mean it.”

The control panel beeped, indicating that the mechanical bull was ready to go. “You’re up.”

“Quick question. Should I do this with my shirt on or off?”

“On, please.”

He shrugged. “Your loss.” He climbed on top of the bull until he was sitting before he slowly worked both feet under him so he could stand.

He nodded at Phoenix, and they hit start.

The bull jerked harshly, likely from not being used in some time, and it almost threw the man off immediately. Unfortunately for Phoenix, he regained his balance and had no more issues.

Phoenix watched, their heart pounding, as this guy rode every jerk and bump with ease. His brow furrowed in concentration that Phoenix thought was adorable before they forced that idea into the back of their mind. After a few minutes, sweat started forming on the man’s hairline as the exertion of balancing started to get to him. His cheeks grew flush, and the occasional rivulet of sweat fell down his face, drawing Phoenix’s attention to the curve of his cheekbones. They felt their own cheeks grow warm and, as time went on, the warmth spread down their neck.

It was the longest ten minutes of their life.

Eventually, the bull slowed to a stop and the man jumped down, walking towards Phoenix, victorious. Phoenix turned off the machine and opened the gate. Without a word, they walked back over to the counter.

The man followed right behind them.

“So,” he said once Phoenix went back to rubbing at the stain, “what did you think?”

“I think I have an earful of cider.”

He laughed. “Oh, come on, don’t be a sore loser. Do you want to have dinner, or skip right to the dessert?” He winked.

Phoenix opened their mouth to respond when Reginald crashed through the doors in his rush to exit the kitchen. “John Juniper! Phoenix, why didn’t you tell me that we had a celebrity at our saloon!” Reginald ran around the counter to shake the man’s, John Juniper’s, hands.

Phoenix blinked. “You know him?”

“Know him? Mr. Juniper is one of the leading actors in the local production of Guys and Dolls!”

Phoenix felt the blood drain from their face. “Oh,” they squeaked, “which character does he play?”

“Sky Masterson,” Reginald said.

John smiled at Phoenix with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“So, about that date...”