#I really used to watch his videos bro what the fuck was wrong with me

[tariah23]

He’s such a loser bro

[dansformations]

"Influencing influencers"

Im Byron, im kinda popular on the media, wouldnt call myself an influencer but at least an small celebrity for certain people: gay guys. Im popular between gay guys.

Then there is this guy, Tod, he do Is an influencer, another gay guy pretty popular, and we have done some colaboration videos, thanks to this i got a bit of highlights recently, getting more followers, but just some days ago Tod posted something off, at least for his usual:

Fart jokes? Superhero referentes? Both together!? Really weird if you ask me to. The situation got weirder when a lot of popular guys from the "gymbro side" of the media started comenting, celebrating his video... And he wrote back, in the weirder way posible:

"@markobroskii: Sick Bro! Superman Is next

@Tody_yourguy: Aded to the list broski!"

Didnt tought too much about It until he post a video that made my jaw drop:

He wasnt just wearing clothes that didnt match his usual but he was in the lingerie zone playing with the undies, saying he was making the zone 'More enjoyable to the View"

That sell the deal. I send his a message and went to his place to check on him.

In the way to his place i saw his @ on media changing to @Tod_thebro.

Wtf!?

When arrived, i notice diferences since he open the door, he stank!

- Jesus! Tod, thats your smell!?

- Yeah, some bro scent, go ahead bro, take a sit - he said With a voice that sounded diferent, he was talking with this "Frat Bro" acent we used to laugh about.

His apartament was now a mess, full of empty - and not so empty - pizza boxes, empty beer cans, dirty clothes, and sticky looking socks... He offer me a beer from a brand i didnt knew, but i'm not really a drinker so maybe thats why. I took it just to be polite, took some sips... Wasnt that bad.

Tried to find the cleanest place and thats where i sat.

- Sup bro, what did you wanna talk about?

- Well... About this... - I said looking around -Whats happening? First that gross fart video - I saw him chuckle when i mentioned that - then that also gross video on the lingerie store and Now... Look at your apartament, what hapened?

- I woke up bro - thats his only answer.

- Huh?

- I realice that gay life wasnt right for me

- What the fuck you- he interupt me

- Going to the gym, no worries about skin care routine - he keep talking - no worries even about showers, not washing my butt every-time-i-have-a-date - he said that words sounding indeed really sick of it- or not washing my butt at all, no using it for please other guys, just using it for this:

After saying that he lifted a leg and rip a long, smelly and loud fart

PRRRRRRFFFFFFFTTTFFFF the fart resonated for all the place, stinking everything, i had to cover my nose inmediatly, which make Tod laugh.

- Tod, theres no way to go straight, u have always been against that believe!

- Used to, but theres way, and you Will UAAARP agree soon

- What do you mean? - i said confused, and a bit of worried

- See, my awaking start when i had the first can of a beer from this weird brand a hot masc guy gave me, that same beer you are drinking now

Oh fuck.

- Oh n-OOUUUURRRRRP

- It's already starting, bro

- Theres no way, uh-PRRRRRRFFTTTFFFF

Tod was smiling with and almost evil smile, chugged a can of beer, belched and said: Cheers bro.

While here, I was burping non-stop, feeling my brain a bit foggy... Why I was worried about?

...

@ morningboy💕:

Oh!, Byron finally posted something, and it looks like a colab with Tod! Maybe he make him come back to his senses, all his 'turning straight' story really afect to the community.

Anyways lets see the video...

Ok, that outfit was a choice, Byron - I tough

Keep watching.

Oh... Oh no, is Byron having a fart contest with Todd!?

This feels wrong... Wait! Why his user just changed to @Byb-ronski...

[joojeans]

˚◞♡ ⃗ I Dare You Pt. 3

♡ Bestfriend!Nicholas x Afab!Reader

♡ Summary: You’re sitting on the floor with your friends playing a juvenile game–truth or dare. Things have been spiraling out of control for some time now, but what happens when you’re dared to turn on one of your best friends without touching them? Can they handle it? Can you handle it? Spoiler alert: neither of you can. Find out how things go from seriously fucked up to seriously fucked, one member at a time.

♡ WC: 3.9k

♡ Content: lbr nicholas needs a warning all on his own, nicholas is falsely confident at the beginning, the boys are on each other's asses, reader is head empty only nicholas (real), oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (be smart), 'baby' used a couple of times, creampie

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“You’re so cute. You can barely handle telling us a little dirty secret without your ears getting all red.”

You can barely hear Nicholas–your attention on K’s phone as he shows you a funny video–but you know he’s talking to Euijoo. It was just his turn during this round of truth or dare. You think you remember the question being about a fantasy of his, but you weren’t really paying attention, to be perfectly honest. You thought K wasn’t either until you hear him scoff at Nicholas’s teasing, looking up from his phone with a taunting smirk.

“I wouldn’t talk if I were you. You get a tent in your pants if the wind blows the wrong way.”

You look up now, choking back a laugh at a smug Euijoo and an annoyed Nicholas, tongue pushing into his cheek.

“Hey, fuck you.” Nicholas retorts, half playful, half deadly serious.

“Prove it then.” Euijoo. Silence follows for a second as everyone looks at him curiously. His ears are burning slightly from all the attention, but he’s determined not to back down right now. “It’s your turn. Let’s see how easily you crumble with a little attention.”

“Bro, unless you’re planning on making a move on me, I’m not following.”

Euijoo hesitates for a moment, realizing he hasn’t thought his plan and its implications through. He reluctantly looks in your direction but he can’t bring himself to say what he was thinking. Luckily for him, Fuma seems to understand. He chuckles.

“Y/n, I think he’s suggesting that you should be the one to give this a go.”

You watch as Nicholas’s eyes grow wide, shocked. Somehow even more shocked, Euijoo sits up straight from his spot on the couch, shaking his head insistently. “N-no. I didn’t mean that. You don’t have to do that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think I was–”

“Euijoo, relax. It’s fine.” You laugh, a fondness in your heart. “Obviously I should be the one to give this a go. Look at me. He wouldn’t be able to resist.” You wink, hoping to soothe his nerves. It seems to work, his shoulders relaxing and his bright smile creeping back onto his face.

You dart your eyes next to him: Nicholas. He looks antsy–nervous?–thinly veiled with surety. As expected.

“So? Are you going to let me try? I believe this is your dare, so it’ll look really embarrassing for you if you chicken out.” You’re poking the bear. You’re smug.

Nicholas exhales a laugh, his eyebrows indicating his surprise at the situation he’s found himself in. “I’m not going to stop you.”

You smirk. Perfect. “Okay, so what are the rules?” You ask, glancing at everyone else for guidelines. Nicholas probably doesn’t have much of a say here.

“I think…” K starts, humming as he ponders. “Everything is fair game as long as you don’t touch his dick. That would be too easy.” The other men mumble their agreement, heads nodding.

“Easy enough. You ready?”

Peacocking, Nicholas sits further back into the couch, spreading his arms out along the cushions on either side of his head. He lets his legs fall open, inviting you to his entire body. No verbal confirmation needed.

You don’t believe him. You know you can get him to fold. Without wasting much time, you stand up and make your way to the couch. Once you’re standing in front of Nicholas, his eyes firmly on yours, Euijoo quickly moves from his end of the couch, taking the seat on the floor next to K.

You’re just gazing at each other. He’s looking up at you like he’s expecting your best effort. You’re looking at him like you can’t wait to fuck with his head. Smiling much too sweetly, you slowly lower yourself to your knees in front of him. His eyes follow you, a glimmer of fear igniting in them. You know exactly what he’s afraid of. He knows he’s fucked already. He’s still trying to pretend that’s not the case.

“Hi, Nicholas.” You coo, both hands curling over his kneecaps.

“Hey,” he says simply. He doesn’t plan on giving you much to work with. That’s okay.

“I hope you’re having fun tonight.” Your hands glide slowly up the tops of his thighs, venturing to the outer sides as you move higher, careful to avoid his crotch. His eyes are trying to decide whether to look at you or watch your hands, ping ponging back and forth. “I know I am.” Your hands move up to his hips, finding the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers curl into the belt loops on the sides.

And then you pull.

Just enough to yank his body down the couch a bit more. Just enough to have his torso almost parallel to the ceiling. The soft, surprised gasp that pushes out of his lips is gorgeous.

Just this much is enough to extinguish the confidence in his eyes almost completely.

You fight the urge to smirk at him, keeping up the innocent appearance despite your actions being anything but. You untangle your fingers from his belt loops, your hands hovering by his sides as you look up at him. “That’s better, isn’t it? Much more comfortable this way.” You muse the words, not believing them, but selling them to him anyway. You keep your eyes on his as your thumbs hook under the hem of his t-shirt. You push your hands up slowly until his stomach is exposed to you and then you stop. His lips are parted in awe.

In an attempt to lighten the tension that’s building up in his body, Nicholas forces a laugh. “Y/n, what are you even doing? This is ridiculous…”

“Mm.” You hum, tilting your head like a confused puppy, your lashes batting sweetly. You don’t humor him, instead leaning down towards his stomach. You see his skin jump as you approach it, your lips far too close. “Pretty,” you mumble, bringing your hand up to stroke the small tuft of hair above his jeans. He tenses more. You smile.

“Y/n.”

You pause for just a moment to look back up at him. You want to give him the opportunity to stop you if he’s uncomfortable, but he doesn’t say anything more. You know it’s just stalling. So you continue, moving your hands to hold his waist securely as you close the space between the two of you, placing gentle, open-mouthed kisses on his stomach.

You can tell from the shaky exhales and the single fuck that you both know he’s lost already. You don’t need to do much more, but you’re having a good time. You move your lips over his skin, covering every inch of his stomach with a wet kiss. 

To your surprise (and pleasure), you feel Nicholas’s hand slide into the back of your hair, his fingers curling to hold you there, to keep you doing what you’re doing. The unexpected move makes you freeze for just a moment, your attention momentarily drifting to a stirring in your stomach. You’ve got to finish up. You are not supposed to be the one turned on by this.

Eager to put an end to this before it gets out of control, you set up for your final move. Your lips kiss down the soft happy trail guiding you to his jeans. You don’t have to see Nicholas to know he’s watching with bated breath, secretly hoping you’re going to properly finish him off. 

Alas, that would be against the rules.

Taking advantage of his hope, you move your lips just over the waistband of his jeans, collecting the button in your mouth. You pull just slightly with your teeth and then the worst thing imaginable happens: Nicholas moans.

Oh no. Now the sensation in your stomach is wafting lower, taking up residence between your plush thighs.

You let the button snap free of your teeth and pull back slightly. You internally recenter yourself as best as you can, taking notice of the fact that Nicholas’s jeans aren’t hiding his obvious arousal. Seeing your success lets you forget your own growing arousal momentarily, a proud smirk on your lips as you look back up to Nicholas. “Well, would you look at that?”

Groaning when he realizes you’re really going to stop here, Nicholas rolls his eyes and grabs a pillow, placing it over his lap. “Oh, fuck off. Any of the guys in here would have responded the same.”

The room erupts with snickers. Not sure where to sit now that Euijoo is in your spot, you move up to sit next to Nicholas on the couch. He’s mindlessly playing with the rings on his fingers, trying to distract himself from his own urges. You almost feel bad until you remember how smug he was.

Everyone tries to steer the night back into a less tense direction for the next few minutes, but it’s not working for Nicholas.

“I think I’m gonna head out.” He says suddenly. “Thanks to all of you, I now have a problem to take care of.” Assuring everyone that he’s not upset, he playfully throws the pillow he was holding at Euijoo and smiles the way he always does. He turns to look at you, equally playful. “Thanks, y/n. You’re truly evil.”

You watch as he stands up, tucking his phone into his pocket and grabbing his keys from the table. He says his goodbyes and then he’s gone. Just like that.

Or so you think.

Only moments after the front door closes behind him, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out only to find a message from Nicholas.

Meet me at my place in 20.

Oh. Oh.

You look up, relieved to see none of the guys are paying attention to you, too busy staring at K’s phone screen like you had been doing earlier. It’s a perfect out, you realize.

“Well…” You start, waiting for them to look at you so you know you have their attention for the small act you’re about to put on for them. “I think I should get going too. You guys are entertaining yourselves and I think I need to wash my mouth out with soap after what you made me do.”

K laughs. Fuma and Euijoo nod their understanding, wincing as if they were the ones that were touching Nicholas like that. No one protests.

-

As you step out of the uber outside Nicholas’s apartment, reality finally settles in.

What am I doing here? Why did I just do what Nicholas told me to do without thinking about it? Why did I make up an excuse to come here? Why am I not changing my mind? Why are my feet already making their way to his door? Why am I knocking?

Nicholas opens the door and only then do you realize how fast your heart is beating.

He looks exactly the same as he did before but you’re not seeing him the same right now. Without a word, he steps to the side, inviting you in. He seems to be pretty sure that you’ll do so, but can you blame him? You just came to his apartment without so much as a question. You step inside, feeling the light of his apartment dim as he closes the door behind you.

You’re just standing there now. You feel and must look awkward, but you’re not sure what to do. You have an idea of why he might’ve invited you, but you don’t want to assume and look like a fool in front of him. So you just stand. Waiting.

You glance down when you feel Nicholas’s hand capture yours in his, gently pulling you to him as he leans against the wall perpendicular to his front door. You’re pressed to his chest–hands resting there–and your eyes are locked on each other’s. He lets go of your hand, letting his hands take up residence around your waist instead. His hands feel secure on your lower back.

Everything is way too quiet for how bizarre this is.

“So did you have fun?” It’s like he could sense your objection to the silence.

“I…” You swallow, not quite sure how to answer. “Yeah.”

A small smirk on his lips, a peek of pretty teeth. “Yeah?” His tongue glides over his bottom lip, one of his hands playing with the hem of your shirt at the back. He never takes his eyes from you. “So then we should keep having fun, right?”

You narrow your eyes, partly to disguise your intrigue. “That’s what you called me here for? It was a dare, Nicholas. I didn’t come here to fuck you.”

“I didn’t call you here to fuck you. I just thought we could maybe…” His eyes fall to your lips, his smirk widening. He glances back up to your eyes, briefly searching for a hint of opposition and finds none. He drops his head slightly, pressing his lips to your jaw, kissing across it until he’s in perfect proximity to your ear. “I thought maybe we could make out a little. What do you think?”

You don’t think. You can’t. All you can do is feel the burn from his lips and imagine that feeling everywhere else. Your eyes close briefly as you try to find some semblance of self-control. Nicholas must notice because he allows himself a soft chuckle before taking hold of your chin. Your eyes open again and he’s looking down his nose at you. “If you don’t tell me you’re not interested, I’m going to kiss you.”

You can’t even pretend to yourself that you don’t want him to kiss you, but you’re too stubborn to admit you want it. So you keep quiet, swallowing the remnants of the resistance you never had to begin with. As promised, Nicholas leans in, hand still holding your chin in place for him, and presses his lips to yours.

It starts out light, lips barely moving against each other, afraid to do more than they’re supposed to. Nicholas’s free palm presses flat against your back, pressing you even closer to him, and your mouth opens in surprise. Nicholas takes this as an opportunity to test the waters, licking into your mouth, slowly, carefully, pleased when you moan in response. He drops your chin, his hand sliding into your hair instead as he pushes the gentle kiss into a heated meeting of lips and tongues, his other hand sliding down the back of your jeans, palming the flesh covered by flimsy panties.

Everything is escalating quickly all of a sudden, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels good.

You let your body fall against Nicholas’s, trusting him to keep you on your feet. One arm moves around his neck, the other hand feeling the skin beneath his shirt. The skin your lips were on not so long ago. You feel the muscles there tense beneath your fingers, his mouth punctuating the effect of your touch by taking your lip between his teeth. He bites hard enough to warn you, but not enough to hurt. You’re not deterred.

Your heads are tilting this way and that, mouths opening and breaths taking on weight as you kiss each other like you’ve been dreaming about it. It’s messy and desperate. He’s trying to pull you impossibly closer and you’re trying to memorize the feeling of his skin. You don’t miss the way his hands tighten in your hair and squeeze your ass each time he pulls a moan from you. You don’t miss the way he’s straining against his jeans, grinding yourself against him, pleased yourself when he groans into your mouth.

He pulls back, shaking his head to clear it, his hands freezing where they are before dropping to his sides. “We should stop.”

Your head is still spinning. You’re still reeling. “I–why?”

Nicholas leans his head back against the wall and looks at you, panting. “Because we’re getting to a point of no return.” He pauses, exhales heavily. “And I want to respect your boundaries.”

No.

You’re panting too, looking at him, searching his eyes. “What if I changed my mind?”

He cocks his head, unsure if he believes you. “You better not be playing with me right now, y/n.”

“I’m not.”

Famous last words.

Nicholas scoops you into his arms, carrying you to his bedroom. His lips are on yours the entire way, not giving either of you a second to think yourselves out of this. He carefully lays you down, hovering over you as he follows. His hands are all over you now–ghosting, groping, gliding. You’re pulling at his shirt and he’s all too happy to pull it off for you, only needing one hand to do so. He tosses it away before his hands focus on yours, sliding it up your body so he can kiss your stomach, his fingers working the fasteners of your jeans.

You use the moment to try and catch your breath, your back arching into every kiss Nicholas places around your navel. So fucking pretty, you hear him mumble more to himself than to you. You sigh dreamily, pushing your hand back through your hair as Nicholas lifts your hips to pull your jeans off. He kisses up the insides of your legs starting from your feet until he’s reached his target–your wet, panty-clad cunt. He presses a kiss to the center before peeling them away, smirking as he listens to you whimper for more contact.

His mouth finds your now-exposed sex like a starved man, tongue swirling around your clit and dipping down through your folds to gather your arousal, to taste it. He hums his satisfaction, eyes closing as he lets himself enjoy feasting on you. You’d swear you’ve never felt anything like it. Your hand grabs at his hair, pulling for some sense of grounding, and he groans, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.

Nicholas takes your clit into his mouth and sucks, allowing his eyes to open and look up, wanting to see the way your body shakes in response. You do just that, moaning louder than you anticipate, and Nicholas eats it up. He doesn’t want to make you cum too quickly so he releases your clit, letting only his fingers glide through your slick. “You’re so wet, y/n,” he notes with a smirk. Just an observation, he’d say if you were to challenge him.

“Just take your fucking pants off,” you quip with a smirk of your own.

“Yes ma’am.” He’s grinning now, one hand pumping two fingers into your cunt while the other undresses his lower half.

His fingers feel good. His rings are adding to the stretch and the cold metal makes you shiver. “Fuck,” you sigh, sure you’re in a wet dream. Nicholas chuckles lowly before removing his fingers, much to your dismay. He moves back up your body, letting you watch as he cleans your arousal from his fingers with his mouth. You watch in awe, feeling new waves of it pooling between your thighs. He winks when he finishes, his face hovering just above yours, his hand gripping the side of your neck.

“Last chance to tell me to fuck off.” You can sense his hand stroking his cock between your bodies, waiting only for your go ahead. The cocksure look on his face says he knows you won’t be doing that.

You roll your eyes, both annoyed and fond. “Don’t make me change my mind again.”

Nicholas grins, lowering his mouth back to yours. He’s more nibbling and tugging than kissing this time, his hand guiding his throbbing cock inside you. You both hiss at the initial stretch and resistance, both pairs of eyelids fluttering from the relief. He pushes inside you slowly, making sure not to cause you any discomfort while he bottoms out. “Fuck, you feel so good.” The rasp in his voice is enough to make you clench around him and he hisses again in response.

You tilt your head back as Nicholas’s hand travels up the side of your neck, taking hold of the side of your face as he starts to move, thrusting into you at a pace you both can adjust to well. He keeps your face turned to his with his grip and even though it makes everything feel more intimate than maybe it should, it’s also really fucking hot. “Feels good, baby?” He asks, his eyes boring into yours, his hips slowly picking up their pace. You nod because yeah. It feels so fucking good. Too good, maybe.

You like the feeling of Nicholas keeping you in place the way he wants you. You like the way he’s constantly kissing you as he fucks you, groaning against your lips when he thrusts into you particularly hard, grinning when you moan his name. You like the sight of his hair dripping with sweat and his thick silver chain dangling above you. You like the way he pays so much attention to you, especially when he starts fucking into you at a relentless pace that neither of you will be able to withstand long. You like the way he asks you if it feels good, if you want more, if you’re going to cum for him when he feels you quivering beneath him.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum too.” His voice is so low now that you almost can’t hear him properly. He finally looks away from you, eyes trained on your lower halves. His mouth is open as he puts all of his concentration into hitting just the right spot inside of you, sucking air through his teeth as he staves off his own orgasm until he can pull one out of you. “Come on, baby, cum for me. Let me feel you.”

But you don’t need to be told. He’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars, your head pressing back into the mattress under you and your hands clutching at his arms. The moan that accompanies your orgasm is lewd, echoing your gratefulness for release. You twitch as he fucks you through it, equally grateful for your orgasm so he no longer has to postpone his own. His eyes squeeze shut as he releases inside of you and he’s never looked prettier–jaw tense but open, brows furrowed, skin gleaming with sweat. The strangled moan is on loop inside your head, music to your ears.

As Nicholas comes down from his high, he opens his eyes once again, smiling weakly but happily at your fucked out face. He carefully pulls out of you and gathers you in his arms, rolling the two of you over so you’re laying on his chest. His chest is heaving beneath your head, his arm securely around your lower back. Again, you feel like this is maybe a little bit more intimate than it should be, but it still doesn’t feel that way. It just feels comfortable with Nicholas.

You stay silent for a few minutes, both of you catching your breath and recovering. As your brain comes back to you, you have a question.

“Nicholas?” “Yeah, baby?”

You ignore the ‘baby.’ You’ll correct him later. “When we were playing the game earlier, were you imagining what it would be like if I gave you head?”

He laughs. He wasn’t expecting that to be the question right now. “Uh…yeah.”

You laugh now. “So…why was I the one that got head then?”

Nicholas thinks. He thinks some more. “...Ladies first?”

You both laugh this time. He’s implying there will be a next time, you think to yourself. You don’t correct him. You’ll do that later too.

[writingsbyzuzu]

blame schlatt!

after a horrendous breakup with the man who you thought you'd marry, you made a promise to ditch before any man hurt you again.

notes: schlatt x reader, brief hasan x reader, sort of jacksepticeye x reader? (you make out), heavy ethan nestor x reader (bro is in love with you)

warnings: you're a jerk, schlatt is a dickhead, lots of mentions of sex, sort of cheating? but not really, major angst ahead, not proofread sorry

based on blame brett by the beaches

done being the sad girl, I’m done dating rock stars, 

from now on only actors, tall boys in the Raptors

To say your breakup changed you was the understatement of the century. When Schlatt ended things, you moved out of his apartment, moved cities to Los Angeles to be around your friends, and you had spent the first two months of your post-breakup life wallowing in your shiny new LA apartment. 

Your friends were worried you’d never recover, you hadn’t made a video or gone out or even tried to get out of bed for two months. Your fans would leave comments asking where you went. It all came to a head one night, when you were once again, in bed, scrolling through your Youtube front page. You saw the thumbnail for a new Chuckle Sandwich video. 

It had been two months, surely everything would be fine, right? He couldn’t affect you that much.

But he was…perfectly fine. Elated even, joking around with Ted and Tucker as if he hadn’t just barely ended a three year relationship two months prior out of the blue.

That was devastating to you. You had wallowed, and pined, and been crushed for two months for a relationship ending that you had no clue why it had ended. You had been convinced a proposal was on its way, for fucks’ sakes. And then Schlatt said something that demolished you further.

“So Ted, I recently started seeing this girl…” 

You shut your laptop. That was enough to snap you out of it. If he didn’t mourn what you had, neither would you. You were in a new place surrounded by friends who cared about you. It was time for a change.

I'll become an asshole, disguised as a bad girl, in my button-up shirt

a natural disaster, hey

Change you did. Haircut, hair dye, the wardrobe aesthetic of your dreams. Your audience watched in awe as you drastically changed appearances in your new video, but you were still acting the same. “New era,” they had called it. And they weren’t wrong. 

But you had also changed off camera too.

One of your girlfriends had installed Raya on your phone and referred you into the app list, and once you had gotten in was when they saw the biggest shift in you.

you could be my baby, baby, baby…you could be my baby, baby, maybe, uh-oh

Hasan hadn’t anticipated matching with you. He rarely used the app to begin with, stating it was “ridiculous” and a waste of time. But one drunken night, he decided to go swiping just to see what he could find. And that’s when he saw your profile.

He hadn’t known you that well, for the most part having run in similar circles but not close ones. Besides, while he always thought you were gorgeous, you had only been in his sphere as “Schlatt’s girl”. Evidently by your profile, that was no longer the case, and you were free game.

So he swiped, and it was a match.

Hasan was charming, and if you weren’t wary of relationships, you probably would have made him your boyfriend. Over the past few weeks, he made you laugh, he was easy to talk to, ripped, and man, was he good in bed.

“Baby,” you murmur. “Hm?” Hasan responds, turning over in bed. He went to tuck your hair behind your ear, and you wince, moving slightly away from his touch. He frowns. “This was really nice, but I have to go.”

“Go?”

I'm sorry in advance, I'm only gonna treat you bad,

I'm probably gonna let you down, I'm probably gonna sleep around

“I have a date,” you say nonchalantly, fishing your panties from under the duvet. “A date?” Hasan asks incredulously. “I thought we had a thing going on, I thought you liked me,” he said in disbelief.

He had been under the impression that this would lead to a relationship, that you would be his girl, but it appears that for you, this wasn’t the case.

“Ohhh…Don’t get me wrong, Has. I like you. I think you’re great. I just…don’t want to commit to anyone right now. I thought I had made that clear, I’m sorry.” You pull over your dress, grabbing your purse and heading out the door.

“Oh,” is all he manages to say as you leave his house. He waits for you to message him again, apologize, but you don’t. And that crushes him.

You had managed to charm Ethan Nestor rather rapidly. You wouldn’t call him desperate or easy, but he had seemed so eager and excited when you had asked him out at a party the week before. He was a little shy, but gentle, sweet and fun. What you really hadn’t expected was to fuck on the first date.

So sorry in advance, before you take off your pants

I wouldn't let me near your friends, I wouldn't let me near your dad

After that, you and Ethan had seen each other quite frequently, with a range of date-like activities from going to the aquarium and museums, to casual sex. Hasan might not have won you over, Schlatt might not have been able to keep you, he thinks, but maybe he could.

Weeks passed, and while not much had changed in terms of a lack of label, you had stuck around long enough for Ethan to think he had even an iota of a shot.

That was until one night, about two to three months after walking out on Hasan. Ethan had taken you to a party where a lot of YouTubers would be at. You two were having a good time, talking to a lot of Ethan’s various friends. Ethan had offered to go get you something new to drink, and you agreed. But when Ethan returned, he couldn’t find you. His friends said you had gone to the bathroom, having felt ill, and Sean had gone to check on you, but neither of you had returned. A sinking feeling entering his stomach, he went upstairs to where the bathroom was. Taking in a breath, he opened the door.

It was…exactly what he thought it was. You were making out with his friend. Tears welled in his eyes, and he cleared his throat.

You both stopped to look at him, and with his shoulders deflated, he turns fully around and begins to walk out of the houseparty. You follow him.

That's why I won't get vulnerable, don't you dare get comfortable,

heartbreak is impossible, feelings doing somersaults

“Ethan, wait.”

The two of you stand in the front yard. The happy, goofy guy you had been spending time with had disappeared, a crying, distraught man in his place. He turns around. “Did you even like me? Am I just, what, some name on your fucklist? Are we just a checklist? Fucked Ethan, now you gotta fuck Sean.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, really?” He looks at you, every emotion evident on his face.

“I do like you.”

“Then why the fuck were you making out with Sean?”

“I…I thought you knew what this was, Ethan. We aren’t together.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but I thought we were doing this…I thought we were doing this because we were going to get together. That’s usually what two people who like each other do.”

You look down at the ground, taking a step back. “So… you wouldn’t want to be with me?” he asks. “I…”

You liked Ethan, you did. But you were scared. You had once been madly in love with Schlatt, and Schlatt had been madly in love with you. Or so you had thought, when he had dumped you at dinner with no excuse, just an “I just don’t think we could be together anymore.” For two months, you had been in the worst emotional pain you had ever felt. All you could do, without an excuse as to why, was to blame yourself. You had to screw it up now, so you couldn’t fuck it up with Ethan later, after falling in love with him. You couldn’t do that again, ever. But Ethan couldn’t know that. Then he would know you, really know you. That was too much for you to ever handle again. So nothing comes out of your mouth.

I'm not ready for therapy, to take accountability,

right now it's about me, me and only 'bout me, hey

“You need help, you know that? I know anyone can sleep with whoever they want, it’s a free country, and I know Schlatt broke your heart-”

You look up at him, bewildered and distraught he had even mentioned his name.

“Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m the one hurting you. If you have issues with what happened, go to therapy. Don’t take it out on the people who care about you. I’m done. Call me if you want to actually care about someone or apologize, maybe then I can forgive you.” Ethan turns back around, and heads to his car. He drives off without you, leaving you on someone’s lawn.

Whatever, you think. You’ll find someone else to fuck. Someone else to make you smile and laugh. Someone else who will be kind, and treat you with respect. You didn’t need Ethan. Even if there was a small part of you that wanted to chase after him, that wanted to apologize for real, that wanted to kiss him, that wanted to love him.

Ted looks really good these days, anyways.

As you nod to yourself, wiping away the tears on your face, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey doll.”

but don't blame me, blame Brett!

blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex

You whip around.

There he was, standing against a pillar on the house’s porch, Schlatt himself. “How ya been?”

Your mouth grows dry, your hands get clammy. You stand there for a moment, in fear and disbelief. Finally, the words come out of you, slow like molasses, quiet. “Fine. And yourself?”

“Good. You look good these days.” You nod. You avoid eye contact, scared of looking right at him, as if to look at him would wreck you all over again.

But you have to ask what comes next. You have to. He wasted three years of your life, practically shoving your heart in a metaphorical blender, and you could no longer sit and ask yourself why. Because assuming the why and destroying your self esteem  is what cost you Hasan. And Ethan. And what will cost you every man who would really want you to love you.

So you ask.

“Why’d you do it?”

He takes a sip of his beer, oblivious. “Why’d I do what?”

“You know what. Why?”

He takes a beat, taking an even longer sip. “I just…didn’t want to spend all my time with one person. Listen, kid, I loved having you as a girlfriend. You were awesome. But I wanted to know what it was like out there without being committed to someone for the rest of my life. I like sex. Sure I liked sex with you, but I wanted to have sex with other people, know what it was like before I married you. I just didn’t want to cheat.”

'I'm only in it for the sex', that's why I'm never gonna love again

You had been torturing yourself for months, ruining every opportunity that was handed to you with a good guy, over a man who had done to you what you were now doing to other people. Yes, Ethan and Hasan were your fault, but your breakup was not your fault. You didn’t need to be afraid. You didn’t need to change. You were good. Your ex was just a little shit. Now you could do what you should have done in the first place. Accept yourself, and heal.

“But I mean, we could try again if you want. You’ve been looking good.”

You scoff. “I’m not letting myself get hurt by you ever again. You’re a dick. I can’t believe I wasted time on you, you ass.” And with that you spun around, deciding to get home somehow.

You didn’t need him. You never needed him. What you needed was to do better. And with that, you pull out your phone and write three things down.

“Get therapy appointment.

Call Hasan

Call Ethan”

I'm only in it for the sex, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex

don't blame me, blame Brett, blame my ex, blame my ex, blame my ex

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

secret double life

sidney crosby x f!actress!reader

fc: dianna agron

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ynofficial: i apologise on behalf of makeup artists across the world. i have failed you and learnt nothing since i was 17, and for that i am deeply sorry. anyway, this has been a dream come true of mine - thank you for the opportunity vogue! (i apologise for the lateness, but the video is up on YT rn!)

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user12: you can do no wrong in my eyes, even if the foundation was the wrong shade

user13: she fr worked with it and said 'trust the process'

user14: i can feel the mascara wand in my eye

user15: HER RINGS FUCK WHAT IF THAT TWITTER THREAD WAS RIGHT

user16: the twitter thread was right what are you talking about??????

user17: was it all common knowledge or something?

user18: forgetting they're married is like never remembering that ryan reynolds was married to scarlett johansson

user19: was it just me or did anyone else hear a child laugh in the background?

user20: ME!!!!

user21: babe you're looking so good

user22: thank you for feeding us with this content

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gossip: after the news has begun recirculating, pittsburgh penguins legend, sidney crosby, has been seen attending a charity gala with his wife, actress y/n l/n. it is unknown as to how long the couple have been married, but rumours suggest 10+ years.

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user24: WHAT!!!!! THEY BOTH LOOK SO GOOD!!!!

user25: idk which one i want to bite first

user26: i'm praying for confirmation 🙏🙏

user27: it has only just occurred to me that people don't know about these two and it upsets me sm 😭

user28: parents

user29: they actually might be though

user30: I'VE BEEN THINKING THIS!!

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unofficialnhlnews: a reporter asked crosby if he had any family in the stands for today's 1000th game for the pens, he said yes and when asked (for the first time, nearly ever), who, he replied with "well, i flew out some of my family from home, but my wife's watching today."

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user32: CONFIRMATION WTF

user33: he was so open with it what

user34: BRO STARTED BLUSHING

user35: i don't think i've ever seen crosby smile like that

user36: if this is true, i'm thinking about the baby laugh in the background of her vogue grwm

user37: tbh if they've been together for that long they literally could have a kid fr

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ynofficial: apparently i lead a secret double life?

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user38: IS THAT CHILD YOURS? IS IT SIDNEY CROSBY'S KID?

user39: it'd be so funny if it is hers and sid's with the ovi jersey

user40: the armpit scribbler is definitely sid

ynofficial: he's one of the three 👍

user41: does that count as a hard launch??????????

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ynofficial: sid by me ❤ it's been an honour to experience life with you so far - i really fucking love you.

to the rest of you: i give you sid, and introduce you to mason and india!

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user45: *sharp inhale* AAAAAAAAAAAA

user46: he was so baby 😭

user47: SIDNEY CROSBY IS A DILF ⚠️ I REPEAT SIDNEY CROSBY IS A DILF ⚠️

user46: the baby in the #87 jersey i'm sobbing

user47: we said confirm pls and y/n and sid heard change lives

user48: oh 😭 my 😭 god 😭

user49: india and mason are so fucking cute

user50: the first picture is breaking hearts

user51: what about that kid that was wearing the ovi jersey?

ynofficial: mini ovi and mini crosby swapped jerseys after the all star game this year!! both dads cried

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ynofficial: y/n by me (sid) ❤ i really fucking love you, too

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user52: simple but romantic

user53: i'm crying

user54: THE ONES WHEN HE'S CUDDLING HER AHKSJGF

user55: the wedding photo lmao

user56: baby and bump

user57: i'm definitely dying alone

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ynofficial: 😋

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[dezznuggz]

LTLVC WINS $50,000

The groupchat × reader insert

~This will basically be about LTLVC YouTube vid part 4 and how the reader reacts to each groupchat member's elimination.

•(DO NOT READ IF U HAVE NOT SEEN THE VID YET, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!) There will be use of y/n, reader will go by she/her(sorry) this is my first time so tell me if anything's wrong and pls give me requests. Don't be a silent reader and plz give request...enjoy

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NICK'S ELIMINATION:

We are about a million hours into the challenge and everyone is doing good so far, or that's atleast what they're trying to show. I'm also trying to act off as if I'm not tired by moving around and talking alot. Right now I'm currently eating hot fries while swinging from side to side in my chair. We just finished doing lights off and during lights off I felt like I was losing it mostly when tanner danced as a floating shirt and having nick get mad at us for not being able to be quiet for 5 mins (I was the main person being loud)

"tanner are u still there?" Isaac asks since tanners been quiet, "yea I'm still here, I'm watching the Simpsons look!" Tanner says as he shows us his phone where he was literally watching the Simpsons on Twitter. "Nick?" Isaac moves on to asking Nick since he looks a little too asleep. "Mmm" nick responds to Isaac since he's too sleepy to even respond correctly. "Bro ur barely awake" Isaac tells Nick since he can practically see Nick having on from just a thread, "no I'm just keeping my eyes closed, I'm listening to y'all's conversation.." nick says with his eyes still closed, "bro your actually kidding there's no way your getting sleepy this early its ridiculous" I say to nick cause honestly it is outrageous, "im not sleepy im just bored since im sitting here doing nothing and im fucking cold!" Nick says slightly irritated for being accused of sleeping.

A little bit of time goes by, I'm watching YouTube videos to keep myself entertained, everyone else is talking to each other about God knows what then grunk makes a statement on how Nick looks like Eminem so I take a look at my discord and see Nick with his head down with his hood on. Everyone starts making comments on how he's asleep, then we all turn silent and start whispering to see if Nick responds then suddenly we hear him snoring and all of us practically freak out quietly. "Nick if you don't respond in 10 seconds then I'll remove you for falling asleep first 4 times in a row" Isaac says while whispering. "This is embarrassing" I say very quietly.

10.9.8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1.0...

Isaac then removes nick from the call and all of us were honestly shocked for Nick to fall asleep and get eliminated that early. "Did anyone's else's heart rate like start going up cause mine did" Larry says equally as shocked as everyone, "dude there's actually no way he got out this early, he actually wanted to stay for a long time bro I feel bad" I say since Nick was talking non stop how this year was his year. "That's a new record" tanner says while laughing, "Isaac you have to make the tweet, one down" Larry tells Isaac with tanner still laughing in the back. "He really didn't want to get out yet" yumi says while still shocked, "yea he didn't even get to play lethal company with us" yumi says. Then Larry and Yumi start acting like Nick when he said he wasn't asleep. "He's going to be so mad" I say already knowing how Nick is, "he's probably still asleep bro" grunk says. Nick then joins the call again seeming a little more awake, "hey man wassup" grunk says to nick, then Nick starts talking about how he just had his head down. "Dude you were just sleeping and snoring away" I say and tanner laughs, "you did this to yourself, why'd you do this to yourself, you chose the most comfortable position to sleep in". "You get in the most coziest spots". "Why do you get in the most coziest spots like come on", me, tanner, and grunk start shaming on Nick for practically self sabotaging himself. Nick then says his final goodbyes before leaving the call to sleep while we still have to stay for $50,000.

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GRUNK'S ELIMINATION:

I don't even know how long we've been awake and I don't even remember how long ago yesterday was. After Nick left we had some surprising guests like Santa (who said I was on the naughty list for always being loud and screaming at the boys), and Nick also joined back to the call for a little bit, which we terrorized him for eating almost a dozen donuts. We are doing lights off right now and Larry has a special challenge for us called the black market challenge that he had planned since last year. For the black market challenge we had to listen to men whimpering for SIX WHOLE MINUTES. "That was like cross my heart and hope to die send me to hell now God challenge!" Yumi says after being fully annoyed by the whimper audio, "I'm never participating in the black market challenge ever again" I say after being traumatized, "I'm not gonna lie but that did not feel like 6 minutes, that felt like an hour" tanner says while laughing.

"well I'm going to bed dude, I have to prepare for exams tomorrow" grunk says while sounding sleepy and also a little bit sad. "That's a very mature thing to do grunk, I'm proud of you" I say so grunk doesn't feel fully disappointed in himself for giving up on $50k. Larry then makes a statement on how grunk was a good soldier while Yumi flashbangs himself multiple times while smiling like an insane person. Grunk then explains how he knew he wouldn't have been able to win after hearing Yumi being fully committed to the challenge. "You know what this as a message for everyone to never let a last to leave vc ruin your college" everyone laughs at what I said. "Yes, yes I know but next year imma clear my schedule" grunk says. Everyone says their goodbyes to grunk as he fist bumps his camera and leaves.

"this call looks empty dude" Yumi says as now seeing how far he came, "I'm watching AI Santa clause" tanner says out of the blue "what???" I say while laughing. "Dude I feel bad, ISAAC WHAT THE HELL!" I scream at Isaac, "what did I do?!!" Isaac replies back confused, "I don't know I just need to argue to keep me awake" I say while talking in a much lower and calmer way. "Now I see why you got put on the naughty list" yumi says, I then look at the camera shocked and jokingly hurt, "alright you know what then I'm gonna leave the call" I say while closing my eyes to make it more believable that I'm going to quit, "NO ACTUALLY DONT!" Yumi screams at me to "wake" me up, "yeah that's what I thought keep that same energy" I say and I go back to my phone while Isaac laughs.

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TANNER'S ELIMINATION:

I didn't even bother to keep track of time anymore, at this point I'm army crawling my way to stay awake. Yumi is talking to me but I'm mostly responding to him in a mumbling way or in a short way. Larry takes notice that I'm getting sleepy so he also starts talking to me while trying to make me laugh but as Larry tries talking to me, Yumi ends up being the one responding to Larry while I just zone out and contemplate life. I soon see tanner walk off somewhere to the right but I don't think much of it cause of all people, he's the main one that keeps moving around. "y/n, you good?" Isaac asks me as he sees me being quiet, "I'm straight, I'm Gucci, I'm pure, I'm at my finest right now, if you ask me how good I am right now id tell you I'm good" I say rambling and mumbling on words, "what?!?!" Larry says while laughing at how drained I am right now. "Y/n you can not fall asleep right now! I'm not ready! I'm not there yet!" Yumi yells at me knowing that if I fall asleep then he's gonna want to leave the call. "Woah who said I was falling asleep, did u not just hear how fucking fresh I am right now" I say no longer mumbling, "where's tanner?" Isaac asks, "I think he went to the bathroom I don't know" Larry answers Isaac's question and we continue talking about how Isaac's dad was practically giving us a little nap break, "no cause I remember when I got eliminated the first time, I was going to play it off as a joke" Larry says while trying to keep himself awake, "dude I remember that, I felt so bad but it was so funny" I say while laughing a little. "It's like when you're in class and your feet fall" Yumi says as he acts as if he fell over but got woken up in class, "exactly like that then you gotta check to see what everyone else is doing and they're all reading" I say while laughing starting to get a little more energized. "Is tanner still in the bathroom?" Isaac asks but no one really answers him but instead Yumi makes a new conversation about his PC being bipolar or something.

We then all hear a phone ring and we go quiet, "who are you calling?" I asked the question that Larry and Yumi wanted to ask, "are y'all 100% sure that tanners in the bathroom?" Isaac asks while being a little bit suspicious. "I heard him say he was going to the bathroom". "I didn't hear him say he was going to the bathroom" Yumi and Larry say almost at the same time, "when tanner says he's going to the bathroom, we don't know" laughing a little Knowing that tanner would do something dumb like that. "Imma head downstairs to get a bowl of cereal, you want me to check in tanners room?" I ask Isaac, "yea can you do that please thank you" Isaac responds to me and I head out of my room. I walk into tanners room and although it's dark I can still see the big dark figure laying on tanners bed that so happens to be tanner himself, I let out a quiet giggle and I walk over to his PC. I bring his mic close to my mouth "he's laying on his bed playing angry birds" I say very quietly and I let out a breathy laugh, I then go to tanners bed and I take a picture, after the picture I take his phone and show Yumi and tanner that I have his phone, "he's knocked out cold, he's dead asleep, he's out dude" I say before having tanner leave the call.

I got my bowl of cereal and I walked back into my room to still hear Yumi, Larry, and Isaac talking about tanners elimination, "wait y/n did you take a picture?" Isaac asks me, "oh yeah let me send it to y'all" I say while laughing a little while still remembering how tanner looked while asleep. "No yea I walk in there and he's fucking asleep, I didn't get a good picture of it tho but he only has 2 stars on every level" I say to the people that are still left in the call, "wait what I thought you get 3 stars automatically if you complete the level" Yumi says a little shocked on how much of a noob tanner is at angry birds. "Alright new challenge y/n, we listen to lullaby music while watching the herds till we fall asleep" Larry says while chuckling, "we get tucked in, a binky, and a warm glass of milk" Yumi butts in, "alright I'm down" I say while being sleep deprived.

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LARRY'S ELIMINATION:

I'm already sleep deprived and at this point I'm finding everything funny for some reason and it doesn't make it better when Yumi won't stop talking about something dumb. "What's up with my lighting? What are you talking about? Are you jealous? Are you jealous cause you're poor? Oh you're not gonna get the 50k to help you buy it cause you're poor and you're gonna just stay poor" Yumi rambling to Larry about his lighting and I keep just keeping laughing at absolutely nothing, "oh yeah well you're so rich-" Larry cuts himself off from laughing, "y/n what are you laughing about?!!?" Larry asks while also laughing at me laughing about nothing. "Dude they're both at their breaking point" Isaac says while watching both Larry and I laugh non stop, "they're both losing it" Yumi adds on to what Isaac said.

Isaac then starts asking me why girls like thongs, "dude i don't know I haven't worn those in like ages" I say while calming down from laughing, "she hasn't worn a thong since 100 B.C" Larry says while laughing which caused me to laugh again. "No dude they just feel it different then what we feel" Yumi says but then quickly adds on how Isaac is gay for even thinking that, "no for real tho I think it has something to do with preventing less sweat and not to show our pantie lines" I say while still laughing a little, "oh no yea that too, girls don't like to show their pantie lines, yea I said that" Yumi says..."You did not say anything close to that" Isaac says. Isaac and Yumi start talking about whatever and I just kept zoning out to the point that I was falling asleep so I sat up straight and tried butting into their conversation to hopefully wake me up. "Isaac wake Larry up right now. There's no way he's sleeping, start the count down dude wake him up" Yumi says to Isaac while Isaac tries asking Larry what cuervo meant and he got no response. "No Larry better not be asleep I swear to god-" I say but got cut off by Isaac "wait wait okay 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,0" Isaac counts down in a very unenthusiastic way. "KICK HIM! KICK HIM NOW!" Yumi yells at Isaac, who still gave Larry more time to wake up just in case he was trolling, "No dude they got Larry" I say fake crying as if he died. Larry then joins back after Yumi finishes his little celebration for being apart of the last 2, "dude what the fuck happened" I say to Larry, "no here's the thing- oh my God my heart is fucking beating fast!" Larry says and then he explains how him getting eliminated felt unreal and that he's not gonna be a sore loser about it which caused Yumi to compliment Larry for being a good teammate. "Bye Larry cheer for me in your dreams, imma win this for you" I say to Larry before Larry jokingly blows a girly kiss and wave at his camera then leaving.

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THE FINAL 2:

It was just me, Yumi, and Isaac and we were both over it. My strategy simply didn't work but instead back fired at me. I was supposed to talk and argue with everyone so I can stay awake but instead I ended up zoning out almost halfway through which caused me to become even sleepier. "Isaac if you paid me $5000 right now, I'll leave" I say as I'm trying to leave the call with atleast a little bit of money, "no absolutely not" Isaac says while being completely over everything going on, "okay how about $5,000.50¢?" I say still trying to leave the call with just a little bit of money, "ooo you know what that's a good deal I would take it" Yumi agrees with me, "what no, you guys do realize that I have to give the winner 50k while also paying the loser 5k?" Isaac says trying to reason with me and Yumi but we still don't seem to get it and Isaac just gets frustrated.

"on the scale from 1-10 how sleepy are you Yumi?" Isaac asks Yumi so that he too can stay awake, "I would say, I would say, I would say, I don't know, id probably say-". "DUDE WHATS YOUR SCALE AT RIGHT NOW??!!" I scream at Yumi cause him not comprehending is causing me to not comprehend either. "I don't know id say I'm in another planet but I'm not sleepy, like I'm in another planet that higher and better than y'all's planet" Yumi says and it goes silent, "...imma be honest with you, for someone that says they on another planet, you don't look like you're on another planet right now?" I say while laughing a little which caused Yumi to laugh, "no cause y/n laughs at her own jokes" Yumi says while laughing, "honestly if y/n could date herself she would, wouldn't you y/n?" Isaac asks "if I could fuck myself I would trust me" I say without a single thought in my brain and all Isaac and Yumi did was laugh.

"okay one of y'all has to be on the verge to quit and I'm taking a bet that it's y/n" Isaac says in hopes of riling y/n up so she can stay awake, "how'd you know, Isaac's so smart, you're a smart guy Isaac" I say in a sarcastic tone cause I am on the verge of quiting, "Isaac you know y/n got invited to a Christmas party yesterday" Yumi says since isaac conversation plan didn't work out, "YEAHHHHHH" i say in a very cheer tone, "you're going for the food aren't you?" Isaac says, "yeah" I say back to my calm self while looking at my phone and Yumi laughs.

I'm looking at my phone and my mouth literally hangs open and my head starts feeling like 50 pounds so I nod off for a little bit since Yumi and Isaac are talking so a couple seconds of sleep wouldn't hurt. I feel relaxed, I feel better, I feel fresh, I feel happy, I feel...wait...why's everything quiet? I open my eyes to see my PC on the general chat and my heart completely falls to my ass. I panic and I see that Isaac and Yumi are still in the call so I quickly join. "Y/N WHAT HAPPENED?!!??" Isaac screams in my ear and I'm still shocked like I don't even know what's going on, "dude I swear I wasn't even asleep!" I say as I have a shocked face the whole time and no longer feeling sleepy, "I was actually rooting for you y/n, I'm so disappointed" Isaac says while Yumi cheers and laughs. "IM JUST AS SHOCKED AS YOU ISAAC WHAT THE FUCKKK" I say also disappointed in myself cause I came so far and I never won any of the LTLVC, I thought this year was also going to be my year. Yumi and I have calmed down but Yumi is still chatty and hyped up at the fact that he won $50,000, "Isaac...am I still gonna get the $5,000.50¢?" I ask politely, "no get the fuck out the call, congrats on winning Yumi, imma go to sleep leave me alone" Isaac says as he disconnects me and Yumi and I headed to sleep Knowing that I could've won half a million.

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[harlowtales]

Jack doesn’t like his girlfriend is one of the guys.

Friends Series: Fic #1

18+ drama/romance ❤️

“Babe, if you don’t mind, can you please go in the room and chill while the guys are over.” Jack asked in his most polite way.

“Dafuq? No.” You protested. “They’re my friends too!”

“Um…I’m pretty sure they’re my friends.” Jack corrected “Besides, I see on all my boy’s IGs what you be getting up to when I’m gone.” Jack was referring to all your shenanigans with his friends whenever he’s out of town or on tour. He should be happy you became so close to everyone that you were now one of the guys, but you were too close for his liking. It was hard to get a night with you alone. He was used to keeping his girl and his crew separate. He didn’t want to seem insecure and say anything. You would get mad and his friends would clown him.

“Ok, I’ll go hide.” You pouted and as the doorbell rang you went to your boyfriend’s bedroom to watch a movie and babysit his new puppy.

“Sup bruh” they said one by one as they filed in and took their rightful places on the couches in front of the big screen TV. Each of them claimed their favourite controller and got ready to get right down to business. After some bantering Sunni remarked “I’m hungry bro, where’s the snacks?”

“You mean where’s y/n. She makes the best snacks.” Ismail said looking around for you.

“She’s in the room with the puppy.” Jack said “I’ll get some chips and beer.”

“Ah hell naw.” Copelan said in disbelief “y/n makes the best nachos and chilli fries. I was craving those.”

“Yeah go get y/n man. Dafuq you got her locked up for? She can’t say hi?” Phil protested with the others. “And I’m fucking starving.”

One by one they all complained that you weren’t hanging out with them and feeding them.

“Calm down y’all should’ve ate before you came here.” Jack said grumpily heading to the kitchen.

It was getting late. You and the puppy were dozing off and you could make out the commotion happening with the video games. You decided to put her in her cage to sleep and went to take a bath before bed. You were disappointed that Jack really seemed to want you out of the way. As you soaked in the bubble bath suddenly the door flew open and Druski stumbled in completely wasted. He thought he was in the hall bathroom. You jumped and cried out as he scared you.

“Oh shit!” He exclaimed

“WHAT THE FUCK??!” You said as you scrambled to cover yourself with bubbles.

Jack heard you cry out and immediately ran to see what was happening. “Babe??!” He said as he rushed to the scene. By the time he got there you and Druski were killing yourselves laughing about the whole incident.

“This reminds me of that time at the hotel in Lexington remember?” Druski said holding his sides he was laughing so hard.

“I know!! That was so hilarious!” You exclaimed. Jack was glad you were ok, mad his friend almost saw you naked, and pissed you guys were sharing a memory he wasn’t there for.

“Fuck is wrong with you!” He yelled at Druski “Get the fuck out of here bro.”

“Yo chill man. I thought this was the hallway bathroom.” Druski explained wondering why Jack was so mad.

“Naw you always on some shit.” Jack said hurting his friend’s feelings. Druski walked away and went back into the hallway to find the right bathroom. He then decided to go home. Jack had killed his night.

“Enough of you hanging with them without me.” He said turning now to you and folding his arms scowling.

“Ok Jack. I won’t hang with them when you’re not around. I swear.” You said and burst into tears. Why was he being this way? Seeing him so upset was really upsetting you. You didn’t even fight him on it as you normally would. You just wanted peace. You wanted everyone to get along.

Jack softened and knelt down by the tub to talk to you. “Baby….I gotta tell you something.” He said sullenly “I feel insecure about my boys maybe liking you too much. I don’t want anyone to take you from me.” He said taking your wet hand. “All the reasons I love you…I’m afraid one of them will really start feeling you, and when I’m gone, you’ll get lonely and there it happens.” Jack confessed.

“Jackman. I love you.” You said for the first time. There was no denying it, and you could see now was the time to say it.

“You do?” He said, a smile starting to creep back on his face.

“Of course I do silly.” You said ruffling his beautiful curls getting them wet. You shared a deep kiss with him and he was tempted to slide behind you in the tub, but the video game was winning the contest for his attention.

“Mmmmm hold that thought.” He said as your lips parted. “I gotta kick Urb’s ass, plus you gotta dry off and feed these MFs because if you don’t they gone tie me up and raid the kitchen.” He threw you a towel and headed back to the living room.

You got dressed in your PJs and walked into complete chaos with Jack trying to give Urban a wedgie. Everyone stopped and looked at you as if they’d never seen a woman in their lives.

“Y/Nnnnnnn!!!!” They exclaimed and toppled you piling on you on the couch. “Y/n save us, we’re fucking hungry.” Phil begged.

“K…but first you need to get off me.” You said. They had become your annoying big brothers.

“Chili fries and nachos anyone?” You said excitedly

“Fuck yeah!!!” Copelan cheered.

Jack called Druski to come back and apologized for yelling at him. He came up behind you in the kitchen and engulfed you in a hug.

“You ok?” You asked him

“You’re the best y/n. I’m sorry” he said looking into your eyes now.

“That’s ok Jackman. I would never fuck any of your friends for the record. As weird as you are…they’re fucking crazy town.” You said making your face up funny sticking out your tongue.

“Yeah they’re fucking insane.” He said looking over to the living room where Phil was now trying to hold down Copelan and fart on his head.

You sank into a long kiss and Jack started feeling on your butt. “Eewwww get a fucking room.” They all said in mock disgust, throwing popcorn at both of you.

“You’re making a mess!” Jack said flying into full dad mode. “And I don’t see anyone using a coaster. That’s a marble table!” He scolded and left you to deal with his band of monkeys he called his best friends.

You giggled and admired how close they all were and felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be one of the guys.

@heavyhitterheaux @jacks-daycare @itsyagirljaz @ride4harlow

[the1975attheirverybest]

Video Games

A/N: Based on this request:

I'd like angst to soft Matty if you could 🥺 Like he is angry at the beginning and scary, but she Has a terrible day, something terrible happened that he didn't know, when he finds out he is really sorry and soft ect <3 idk about the plot just something like this only if you feel like it of course

Warnings: Angst to fluff

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Jamie and George exchanged a look. A look that Matty knew very well. A look that said "do you wanna handle this, or should I?" He rolled his eyes. "don't patronize me!"

Jamie decided that this fell under his job title. "Matty-"

"I just feel like you guys aren't listening." Matty repeated the same sentence he'd been saying in various iterations for the last twenty minutes.

"We're listening, mate" Adam spoke, from the far corner of the room, in a conciliatory tone.

"Let's put it to a vote." Jamie looked around the room for the guys' support.

"We don't do that, Jamie-"

"You don't do that for band stuff. This is label stuff, Matty."

"Well, then, the only people who should be voting on this are me, you, and George. We're the co-producers and you're gonna sort it out." Matty's voiced betrayed his emotional state a bit more than he would've liked.

Ross and Adam nodded, putting their hands up in surrender to assure him that they were no threat to this democratic process. They knew that Matty wasn't trying to exclude them, he was just simplifying matters, hoping that it was him and George against Jamie. He was about to find out how wrong he was.

"Alright," Jamie declared. "By show of hands, all in favor of moving with this contract today?"

Matty watched in shock as George's hand went up.

"George! What the fuck is the matter-"

"Matty, shut the fuck up and listen for a second!" George, finally having had enough, interrupted him. "I know you want to produce their record.

"And you don't?"

"Mate, I said shut the fuck up. Listen, I would love to work with them. They seem cool and fresh and I think they'd bring a lot to the table sonically. But, you're thinking like a producer right now-"

"How else am I supposed to think when production-"

"Like an artist, Matty! Like the frontman of the 1975 like around 2013."

Matty was finally all out of words, he simply crossed his brows, slowly realizing George's point.

"remember when all these labels suddenly wanted to work with us? and they'd come to us with offers and contracts, and what would you say to them?"

"To go fuck themselves."

"Exactly. Put yourself in these young kids' shoes, man. They're 19 and 20, or whatever. They want to make good music, they're excited. And they want to protect their artistic identity. If they need our help, they'll ask for it."

Matty was silent for a long minute while George and Jamie's eyes watched his body loosen, gradually. "Whatever," he finally mumbled, waving them off dismissively. "Do what you want" He got out of his seat heading straight to the door.

"Matty, where're you going? we need your signature."

"Smoke."

Jamie watched Matty leave with his cigarette packet and his lighter still on the table. "bro-" he attempted to call after him. "He's not really going for a smoke, is he?"

George smiled. "It's all good. I'll sign on his behalf."

***

In the parking lot, Matty searched the pockets of his jacket for a lighter and a pack of cigarettes and realized he'd left them upstairs. "fuck's shakes." he muttered to himself, unlocking the car door and driving to the nearest smoke shop.

As he put out the end of his cigarette on the sidewalk, he spotted a coffee shop across the street and made his way over for a cup of coffee and a pastry that he could count as lunch. He'd hardly made it out of the shop, though, before a flustered guy, rushing from the other side of the street ran straight into him and spilled the piping hot cup of coffee all over Matty's shirt, causing him to drop his "lunch"

"FUCK ME!" Matty yelled out instantly taking off his leather jacket and unbuttoning his short to prevent any burns. "Thanks, bro! Really fuckin polite of you" he called after the guy who didn't even stop for an apology.In his haste to undress in the middle of the street to avoid a visit to the hospital, Matty hadn't realized that the phone in his hand had absorbed some of the splash, as well.

He searched the back of his car for a gym bag, an old tee, anything at all that he could put on for the rest of the day, but there was no clothing to be found anywhere. He rested his head on the steering wheel, mumbling a string of profanities to let out some of his frustration. He could really use a drink right now. Maybe something to eat, too. Showing up at a bar without a shirt on might not be the best idea, though. He needed to head home immediately. Music is probably the only thing that would help in this moment. So, he dug into his pocket to retrieve his phone and was stunned to see that it was effectively fried.

"FUUUCCCKKKK!!!" He screamed out in the confines of his car.

***

Matty let out a long, drawn out sigh as he walked into his home, pushing the door shut behind him and turning the lights on in the entry way.

"Oh thank god!"

His eyes had barely adjusted to the light when he saw the outlines of her silhouette before she'd lunged forward and hugged him tightly.

"I- I'm so glad you're home." She traced down the sides of his body as if to make sure all the pieces were in place. And once she'd made he wasn't looking like he'd been in mortal danger, her anger set in. "Where the fuck have you been??? It's late! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"N-no, actually, cuz I-"

"I called your phone. Over and over! It kept going to voicemail!"

"Yes, well, see-"

"So, then, I called the DH, and you weren't there either! Talked to George, too. He said they hadn't seen you since you left for a smoke at 11 am! I was terrified that something'd happened to you."

Her high-pitched, endless admonishments were giving him a headache. His heart was racing. He felt claustrophobic. Like she'd trapped him into a box of her disappointment. She wasn't even letting him get a word in. To explain, to tell her about the day that he'd had. that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. That he'd been driving around without a GPS, trying to find someone who'd fix his phone in less than 24 hours. She hadn't even brought up his missing shirt yet. he just needs a fuckin minute to breathe.

He left her there, standing in the entryway, yelling at the place he was standing, and walked into the living room.

"Matty, I'm talking to you!"

He walked over to the TV station, turning on the screen and reaching for the playstation controllers.

"Are you fuckin kidding me right now???" she shook her head in disbelief. "Why are you half naked? Where's your shirt? where have you been all day and why is your phone off? why haven't the guys heard from you? They said they were waiting on you to show up at-"

"Shut the fuck up, darlin, would ya? Please. shut up for one fuckin second and leave me the fuck alone!"

She was stunned into silence. His words echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and lingering in the air. "w-what did you just say to me?" she whispered.

"I said shut the fuck up, alright? I'm here, aren't I? I'm home, so, obviously, I'm fine."

She shook her head, a laugh of disbelief leaving her lips. "You might be here, but...you're obviously not fine..."

"Well, I just don't want to talk about it, okay? I don't want to talk. I just- don't!"

silently, she walked away from him, heading up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Alone in the living room, Matty tossed the controller onto the couch and punched a throw pillow, tears running down his face.

***

She had no idea how long it'd been since she'd laid in the guest bed or how long she'd cried in the dark before eventually falling asleep. But she awoke to the sound of the door creaking open. From the lights in the hallway, she could see the outlines of Matty's curls and face, peering in.

"May I- umm" he was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"Come in, Matty." she smiled, sitting up in the bed to make room for him.

As he walked in, she realized he'd brought something with him. She reached over to the nightstand and turned the lamp on. She could now see that he'd changed into a band tee and some joggers, and that he appeared to be holding the playstation in his hands.

He set the wires, controllers, and games on the bed and climbed on next to her.

"I'm so sorry, my love." Matty's hand reached for her face and caressed her cheek. "I'm so sorry. I'm a dickhead. A monster. I never should've- I- never should've raised my voice. Never should've been cruel and unkind. I- you don't deserve the way that I treated you."

"You're right." she simply said, placing her hand over his.

"Matty, what's going on?"

"N-nothin,' just- having a weird day. Which isn't an excuse to speak to you like I did. I'm awful. I know."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No, not really. Not right now. My head feels fucked up still. But I know what I did was wrong, and I want to apologize."

"No, no. Not right now, Matty." Her tone was firm, but the gentle touch to his face made him melt. "When you're ready, later, once we've talked it through, you can apologize properly. We can talk it out. Right now...Let's just....sit here together, yeah?"

He nodded, feeling ashamed but grateful.

"what's all this?" she pointed to the playstation.

"Video games. Wanna play with me?"

She chuckled, he heart softening towards him already. "Sure, show me what our options are."

[helplesslyblue77]

It Felt So Wrong(It Felt So Right)

Genre: Smut, minors dni

Pairing: Step Dad!Bang Chan x Reader, Step Bro!Felix x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Step-Sibling Incest, Step Dad!Chan, Step Brother!Felix, Smut, slight degration, Daddy Kink, use of slut, Moral Dilemmas but less than youd think because the author is lazy as fuck

Notes: its very much focused on the reader and there is no m/m action cause chan and felix r related and thats to much even for me,

ok so...you know how its like 3 am and you just had a whole cryfest about how knowone will ever love you and you are obsessing over men who dont even know you exist? and then you feel dumb and take a shower and chug an energy drink while you eat Pizza and smash out like four chapters of your WIP and one very dirty convoluted oneshot????

Yeah.

Anyway i literally cannot watch any clips from Bang Chan's lives the man makes me so Delulu its not ok.

The Title is from 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry, i love that song man.

You had just turned fourteen when your mother had come home, sat you down at the table, and announced she was getting married. You had not been surprised. You wished her well and snuck upstairs while she talked loudly on the phone with her friends, hardly sparing you a glance.

Your mother seemed to bring home a new man every few years, and at this point, you barely even cared.

And she barely spared a thought for you as well. You were well-fed and had your credit card, but you lacked the love only a parent could give you. Your mother was much too caught up in her pretty jewels and visits to the country club to pay you much thought. 

She was selfish, your mother, and used her pretty face and ample figure to get whatever she wanted in life, whether it be money, clothes, or men, she could have it all. The other men your mother seemed to favor never really spared you a glance, too caught up in your mother's boob job to pay attention to her only daughter, so you really had no expectations when it came to this new man.

But when you were finally introduced, you noticed how he was different.

He looked at you, smiled at you, and acknowledged your presence unlike so many of the others had. He even brought you a gift, a pretty silver necklace with a small charm.

He was handsome, and of course much younger than your own mother. Christopher, he said his name was, and he smiled at you warmly, introducing his son to you. Felix was sweet, pretty with a smile like the sun and the two of you hit it off immediately, rushing indoors to play video games while your parents snuck off.

You pretended not to know what they were doing. 

You adjusted well to the two of them, Felix transferred into your school and you showed him around, introducing him to your friends. He meshed well into your small group and in no time at all, you were happy as can be. You hoped they would stick around, your mother tended to trade off men very quickly., tossing out the old and bringing in the new every few years.

It was the first time you could remember hoping she didn't get a new boy toy, hoping that Chris and Felix would stick around. But then, in your Junior year of high school, it happened.

You remembered the frantic call from the hospital. Felix’s hand gripped your own tightly as you watched your mother's monitor flatline. You felt guilty, like maybe you should have felt more devastated, but truthfully, you weren't that sad.

You shed tears later, however, wetting the sunny yellow of Felix’s favorite t-shirt. It wasn't the fact that your mother was gone, no, it was your stepfather's devastated face that made you sob like a baby in Felix’s arms. 

You hadn't loved your flighty, unreliable mother, but your stepfather had. Even though you all knew she had been cheating on him the last few months.

Your mother is dead now, and it was all in the past. 

It all began on that very night, the night your mother died. Your seventeenth birthday had passed barely a few weeks before and you had fingered the pretty necklace they had given you as you ate. Your mother hadn't gotten you a present, but Felix and your stepdad had, and they had spent extra time with you when they noticed your mother was ignoring you as usual.

You remembered how Felix’s pretty face had lit up with a smile when he handed you the gift, Chris subtly shoving a card across the table.

They liked to give you jewelry, and you liked to receive it. It felt nice to be dressed up and you kind of understood why your mother liked it so much. The card had a few hundred in it, and a handwritten note from both of them, telling you how much they cared about you.

You had cried later that night, curled up in Felix’s arms as usual, and thanked him over and over. He had just laughed and comforted you as always. That night, you realized how nice it was to have people who cared about you, people who enjoyed hanging out with you, and who valued the things you had to say.

You dared to think that you were glad your mother was dead, so you could have a real family, all to yourself. 

The next day, when your small family moved away from your mother's empty cold house, Chris(As he had insisted you call him) reassured you that they would always care for you that you were their family, that you could live with them as long as you wished.

You felt your cold dead heart, so hardened by your mother's uncaring attitude, begin to blossom in your chest. You noticed, for the first time, how pretty Felix was, with his blond hair and the freckles dotting his skin, how firm his chest felt from years of martial arts when he pressed you up against it. You noticed the caring way he looked at you, the way he comforted you when you were sobbing your eyes out over a dumb boy, or how he always made sure to buy you your favorite drinks from the store. 

You noticed your stepfather's dimples when he smiled at you, his muscly arms when he lifted your things and carried them into the house. You noticed the way he would go out of his way to make your favorite foods when he saw you were down, how he didn't get a new girlfriend, probably because he thought you would be upset about it.

You noticed how they cared about you, but most of all, you noticed they were men. And it would plague your mind for years to come.

It started out innocent. Your heart sped up when they came to close, dreams of kissing plump familiar lips, blushing cheeks.

But then it became worse. 

And the day of your eighteenth birthday, you awoke sweaty and panting in your bed, two forbidden names falling from your mouth. 

You had never considered them as family, not really. Chris was your mother's new toy, and Felix was more of a friend than a brother. That careless attitude was coming back to haunt you.

So you left.

Packed your bags and went off to boarding school. It gave you a break from the suffocating tension that seemed to settle over the house with the loss of your mother. It made you feel guilty, here Chris was so broken up about your mother while you thirsted about him, fantasized about him bending you over the table and taking you ruthlessly. When Felix would smile at you, asking to cuddle and all you could think about was his pretty mouth doing other things to you. 

You couldn't take it anymore. 

Your twenty-first birthday was only a few days away when you returned from, settling back into your old room and your old routine. 

Chris welcomed you back with open arms, hugging you warmly and stroking your hair. “Missed you babygirl.” He would murmur in your ear, and you tried not to shiver at the familiar nickname. 

“Missed you too Chris.” With a pat on your back, he hoisted your luggage up and disappeared inside, arms flexing.

Felix tackled you in a hug next, pressing his lithe body into your back. He'd grown while you were gone, shoulder filling out and arms flexing as he hugged you tightly in a sweet back hug. You tried not to imagine what it would feel like if he was doing something else in this position. But this was Felix, he would never even imagine anything like that. 

“Missed you Oppa.”

He kissed your neck, and you breathed in his clean scent of sunflowers and things you couldn't quite place. He smelled like home. You jostled against him, accidentally rubbing your but against him and he flinched, pulling away slightly.

You froze, it couldn't be, right? Your sweet innocent brother Felix would never…

He pulled away fully and you decided it was best to ignore it for now, so you grabbed his hand, leading him in. 

He smiled at you, and you grinned back. “Dad and I made you a welcome back dinner, it's gonna be great.”

He let you lead him inside, the screen door slamming behind the two of you. You were home.

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You loved being back. The familiar smell of Chris’s cooking, your video game nights with Felix, and most of all, having a family again. But you still couldn't shake that tension. You knew you were the problem and it made you feel guilty. It was hard to cuddle on the couch with Felix when all you could think about was riding him right on this very couch.

It was hard to work out with Chris when you just wanted him to take you in the dirty gym over the workout machines.

But then, on the eve of your twenty-first birthday, when you were all gathered around the table serving the delicious chocolate cake you and Felix had made, you noticed something. 

Maybe it was the way their gazes were focused on you, maybe it was the lighting, playing tricks on your brain, but you swore you saw a flicker of desire in their eyes. You shook it off, sighting your horny imagination, and enjoyed your cake, but you could never really forget it.

Over the next few weeks, you noticed things. Lingering glances, guilty eyes flicking away from your cleavage when you wore low-cut shirts when you had sunbathed out by the pool and Chris had come out, dragging his eyes away from your figure as he handed you a glass of homemade lemonade. Or the fact that Felix had laundry duty and some of your panties had mysteriously gone missing. 

They both wanted you, that was obvious, but lingering doubts stopped them from just taking you, taking what they wanted. They seemed to think you didn't want them, but oh how wrong they were. They just needed a little push.

So you hatched a plan.

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Your plan was set in motion on a Saturday night. Chris had just gotten back from work, and you bounced over to him, all smiles. “Hey Chris, Felix is gone, and I really wanna watch this movie.” You pouted as he removed his coat, sending him those puppy eyes you knew he was weak for. “Watch it with me.”

He nodded, like the weak man he was, and met your sweet smile as you grabbed his hand, bouncing happily over to the couch and pushing him down. “Gonna go change.”

You make sure to wear your sluttiest pj set, a silk lace tank top, and some matching undies, and bounce back downstairs, plopping yourself down and cuddling up to Chris. “Ready.”  Is all you said, grabbing the remote and starting the movie.

He coughs a little, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Aren't you a little cold? Your Pj’s are, um, small.”

You smile up at him innocently, standing up. “Maybe a little, but you're so warm.” You say, and plop down right in his lap. “There, problem solved.” You smile up at him and he smiles back tightly, hands automatically gripping your hips and adjusting you slightly.

You feel your pussy throb at that unexpected show of strength. You're going to go insane if one of your hot sudo family members doesn't fuck you this instant.

So you ramp it up. 

Pretending to be cold, you move backward, jostling around on his lap intentionally. He grunts a little, hands on your waist making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

\You're winning though, you can tell when you move a little too much, and your but brushes up against something big and hard. He winces, opening his mouth to apologize, but his words dissolve in his throat as you grind down, head falling against his shoulder. 

His voice is hoarse when he speaks, “We should stop.”

You grind your core directly on his length and you both groan. His hands move your hips, grinding them against him. He speaks again. “Tell me to stop.”

You can see the guilt in his eyes, the turmoil that wars within him so you shut him up with a kiss. 

“Chris. Fuck me.”

He tries to resist, you feel him brace to pull away, and so you move falling backward off the couch and pulling him with you as you crash to the floor. If you were less horny you would appreciate how he protects the back of your head as you fall, but at this moment you just need his hands on you, his lips on your own, his cock inside you—

So you reach up, sealing your lips in a kiss. He kisses back immediately, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. The kiss is wild, passionate, and hungry, weeks of pent-up lust and longing culminating in this very moment. 

He practically devours your mouth, hands ripping your pretty pj set in his hast as he rips it off. You whine in protest and he pulls away, kissing down your body. “Don't worry baby girl, I'll buy you another.”

Your core clenches at that nickname and you grip his hair, forcing his face down. He obliges, his hot breath teasing your wet core. His voice is a growl when he speaks. “So wet for me. Do you want my cock that much?”

You whine, bucking helplessly into the air. “Yes, want Daddy's cock.”

He chuckles, planting a sweet kiss on your clothed core as you writhe with need. “Such a pretty slut for Daddy.”

You whine and he finally pulls your panties aside, diving into your pussy like a man starved. The sounds that leave your mouth are sinful, moans and pants of his name ring off the walls of the living room.

You're so distracted you don't hear the sound of the front door slamming, Felix’s carefree humming as he makes his way down the hall, headphones blaring. 

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Felix felt guilty that he couldn't watch that movie with you, but the school called and his professor offered him a chance he simply couldn't turn down.

As he arrived home, however, headphones glued to his head, he practically skipped up the path, Happy to see you. He slammed the door open, closing it just as loudly and tromping down the hall, towards the kitchen. He was hungry, there were probably some leftovers in the fridge. He opened the door to the living room and froze, not believing his eyes.

There you were, spread out on the carpet, naked. And that was his dad between your legs.

Felix froze. He couldn't believe this. 

He had never been so jealous of somebody in his life.

It had started years ago when he had met you, to be honest. You were sweet and kind and irresistible to his teenage mind. And you liked prancing around the house in skimpy little crop tops and shorts and Felix was only a man. You were touchy too, always pressed against him and in his lap, and Felix had spent many a night huddled in his bed frantically jerking off as quietly as possible.

He still remembered that one time your little family had decided to go to the beach. Felix had suffered a lot that day, doing his best to not get hard as you pranced around the beach in that cute bathing suit, dragging him around as you usually did. And then you had asked him to put sunscreen on your back.

Felix might have died and gone to heaven that day.

It had only gotten worse and worse, and you got your heart broken by the jerks you dated. Felix knew he could have treated you so much better than those jerks, but he had accepted being there for you as you cried over those assholes, ignoring the throbbing in his chest and groin and comforting you the best he could. 

But then you had returned home from boarding school. Felix had thought you couldn't get more pretty than you already were, but you had. Your figure had filled out and you had become more confident. Your clothes had become skimpier and your legs longer and everything about you was just meant to taunt him.

You were irresistible, and he knew his dad was feeling your effect too, but to walk into this. 

Felix watched guiltily, his stomach roiling with jealousy and arousal and you gripped his dad's hair, bucking wilding into his face. He stumbled back, crashing into a coat rack. Your eyes shot up, meeting him and he looked away guiltily. 

He hurriedly bowed, stuttering out an apology, but you stopped the flow of words, crooking a finger at him. He stared at you in disbelief, and you nodded. He bounded over, ever the happy puppy and you turned over, on your hands and knees, presenting your ass to your daddy. He grinned at you, as Felix gripped your chin, kissing you sweetly as he fiddled with the zipper on his pants. You helped him, releasing him from the prison his pants had become.

Your mouth watered. How was it possible for a cock to be pretty? He was large as well and you stuck our tongue out, giving it a hesitant lick. He groaned and encouraged, you took him in your mouth, gagging around his girth. 

You moved slowly at first, getting used to his cock as his hands lodged themselves in your hair controlling your movements. You were so distracted you forgot about Chris, right up until you felt a hot heat brushing against your entrance. 

Chris chuckled darkly, the head of his cock nudging the walls of your pussy apart as he spears you open. You moan helplessly around Felix’s cock as he bottoms out, his cock impossibly deep in you.

His voice is a rasp when he speaks. “Look at you, a perfect little slut for Daddy. Taking your step-brother's cock so good.” You clench and he laughs. “You like that?”

He begins to move, long harsh thrusts that you feel in your gut, and Felix begins to fuck your face as well. You feel used, like a perfect little fuckdoll.

You love every minute of it. 

Chris leans over you, grunting those sexy words into your ear. “Look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well, like you were made for us.”

Felix’s pretty moans tangle with your own, creating a symphony of wounds. Felix speaks his voice full of wonder, “She’s so pretty, so perfect for us.” 

Chris chuckles, slapping your ass as Felis whimpers. 

You feel so full and perfect, your stomach pulsing with heat as you moan around Felix helplessly, trying to communicate with them. Felix speaks, his voice throaty. “I think she's cumming.”

Chris speeds up his thrusts. “You cumming around daddy’s cock you dirty girl?”

You moan helplessly and he chuckles, landing a harsh slap on your ass. “Felix, fuck her face. She likes it rough.” He nods, and obeys, gripping your cheeks and fucking you roughly. It's so unlike your sweet Felix, the kind boy with the sunshine smile, it makes you clench around Chris’s cock one more time. 

Chris feels it and his thrusts falter. “You want Daddy’s cum?” You nod helplessly, tears streaming down your face, muffled moans 

He flicks your clit and you come, screaming around Felix’s cock as he cums down your throat with a pretty moan. Chris grunts as he cums inside you, his thick cum dripping out of your hole as he pulls out. Felix lets your head fall forward, petting your hair as he pulls his still-hard cock out of your mouth. 

He looks up at his dad, “Can I have a turn?”

You whimper in response, pushing him down and sinking down on his length, Chris’s cum dripping out of your pussy. You both moan as he bottoms out, the stretch of a cock burning ever so slightly as he bucks up into you.

Big dick jeans run in the family it seems.

You hear footsteps and Chris grips your hair roughly, pulling your face up to look at him. Felix grips your hips and begins to fuck you down on him and you moan as Chris speaks again. “Do you like being used, pretty girl? You like being our obedient little fucktoy?” 

At your moan of acceptance, he chuckles, dropping your head and coming back around. You squeal as his fingers come in contact with your other hole, prying it open as he spits inside. Felix pulls you down into a kiss, still hammering inside you as his tongue fucks your mouth. Chris lines up his cock with your ass and without so much as a warming, bottoms out. You scream, overwhelming amounts of pain and pleasure rocking you.

You don't think you've ever taken so many large cocks at the same time.

Chris grunts, slapping your ass as he begins to thrust and matches pace with Felix as he grunts out, “Such a good little girl. Taking Daddy’s cock better than your mother ever did.”

You clench around him shamefully at the mention of your mother, your pride souring. He chuckles as Felix swallows your moans. 

“I've wanted to fuck you since you got back, Felix too. You're so irresistible, baby girl.”

Your fingers are drawing scratches in Felix’s freckled back as you clutch him tightly, Moaning up a storm as two cock drill into you, rendering you dumb and speechless.

You almost feel like they're fucking your brain out, and you clench around them, feeling that ever-present coil in your stomach tightens. 

Felix moves his hands, letting his dad control your hips and using them instead on your boobs, his lith fingers working magic on your hard nipples. You reward him by sucking hickeys into his pretty neck and he does the same, whimpering out your name as he bucks into you. You can tell he's going to cum and you are so close, almost there.

They both speed up their thrusts and Felix moves his hand, his fingers drawing small fast circles on your clit. With an embarrassingly loud moan, you cum, falling back onto Felix’s chest with a pant. 

Felix follows shortly after, pumping his cum into your greedy pussy. His dad follows not long after, with an unfairly attractive grunt.

He pulls out, and you feel their mixed seed dripping out of your fluttering holes, down your legs and onto the carpeted floor of the livingroom, dirtying your mothers favorite rug. 

Felix hoists you up, carrying you upstairs and settling you gently on his bed, stroking your hair as they clean you up. 

There's a lot that needs to be talked about, but for now, you pull them down with you, cuddling up with them as you drift off, surrounded by the people who care about you. 

originally posted on ao3 on 2023-05-29

reposted to tumblr on 2023-06-08

[morningberriesao3]

MWMD - Hold Me Close

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve can't keep living on Wayne’s couch. So Eddie makes him an offer.

Word Count: 4K

Chapter: 3 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

MAY 18th, 1986

Steve continues to walk around the trailer with a pained look on his face, stretching and popping his back, kneading at it with his fingers, swallowing Tylenol with his morning coffee. And he continues to refuse to go back home to his own bed.

“Seriously, Munson. Not another peep from you.”

Eddie has been trying for the last half hour to convince Steve that he’ll survive overnight on his own. He’s rarely in pain anymore and he has some pretty good drugs from the doctor that he can pop if it becomes too much (although he’s been frugal, storing most of them in his little metal drug box because prescription pain meds can go for like, five bucks a pill).

“Your back has been fucked up for days, man.” Eddie puts his hands on his hips and briefly thinks about how he’s been spending so much time with Steve that he’s now adopting his mannerisms. He switches to crossing his arms over his chest instead. “You’re literally in worse shape than me now. Go home.”

Steve sighs, shrugging his vest for Family Video on overtop of a pink polo. He kind of looks like a lollipop that Eddie wants to lick. “Can I level with you, dude?”

Eddie isn’t expecting the look he receives from Steve. Up through his lashes, soft, maybe a bit embarrassed. Definitely a little timid. Eddie nods.

“I don’t really want to go home.” Steve watches as Eddie takes in the information. He furrows his brows a bit, because who wouldn’t want to go back to a four-bedroom, two-level, mini-mansion with a swimming pool, to slum it on the ancient couch inside of a cramped trailer? “I know it’s like, a lot to ask. If I can stay here. I just – this feels like home. More than my place ever did.”

Eddie gapes at him.

“But I can leave if you want me to. I know this was supposed to be – um – temporary.”

“No,” he says slowly, squinting his eyes at Harrington like he has fine print written on his face that might give Eddie more insight. “You’re telling me you want to be here, and not at your place? Not just to like, take care of me?”

Steve nods, chewing on his lip on one side.

“Why?”

Steve raises his shoulders and lets them drop back down. “I don’t get along with my parents.”

“Shit, really?”

Eddie knows all about that. He left the home he used to live in with his folks to move in with uncle Wayne. Of course, it was because they had figured out that Eddie was gay when they saw him kiss another boy on the cheek on Valentines Day. God forbid. Eddie didn’t know it was wrong at the time, but he sure figured it out pretty quickly when his parents shamed him about it everyday for the next year. He was sure Steve would never have to deal with that, but yeah, he knows what it’s like to have shitty parents.

Steve just kind of shrugs it off, like he’s marinated with the idea for long enough that it no longer phases him. “Yeah. But, like I said, I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything.”

“You’re not a nuisance.” Eddie feels kind of bad, if he made Steve feel unwelcome by trying to get him to go home. He just assumed that he’d want to leave and was taking pity on Eddie by staying. But who was he to say no if Steve liked it better in the trailer? “You can stay as long as you want, man. Wayne likes you here. This place has never been in better shape.”

It’s true. Steve has made it a bit of a routine – cleaning and patching holes and painting on his days off. Things that neither Eddie nor Wayne cared about or were capable of fixing. It was another thing that Eddie just assumed was pity, but he’s starting to learn that maybe it’s coming from a different place entirely.

Steve perks up, a bashful smile playing on his beautifully full lips.

Shit, not that Eddie is like, staring at them or anything.

“Yeah?” he asks, nudging Eddie a little too hard in the arm with his fist. Ex jock. Underestimates his own strength. “Like roommates for real?”

Eddie subtly rubs his upper arm. “Like roommates for real. On one condition.”

The excited expression wipes away from Steve’s face and is replaced by one of skepticism. “And what is that condition?”

“You take the bed.”

“No,” says Steve simply, quickly, shaking his head and grabbing his keys from the counter where he leaves them. “Nope. Nadda. Not a chance in Hell.”

“Harrington!” The trailer door swings open and slams shut behind Steve’s ridiculous (perfect) mousy brown hair before Eddie can even get a word in. He runs to unlatch the door, fumbling down the steps and onto the sharp gravel where he dances around on bare feet. “If you say no you have to go home!”

It’s an empty threat. Eddie would never kick Steve out – make him go back to his parents that he obviously doesn’t like – even if he wanted to couch-surf for the rest of his life. But Steve doesn’t need to know that.

“Well, that’s not happening,” Steve says, rounding the curve of the driveway to his shiny BMW, which sticks out like a sore thumb next to Eddie’s rust bucket that he calls a van. “I’m still a guest and I refuse to kick you out of your own goddamn bed. So I guess I’m going home.”

Eddie bristles. “For fuck’s sake, dude. What’s it gonna take?”

“You could offer me all the money in the world –” which Eddie finds hilarious because Steve already has it, “– and I still wouldn’t kick you out of your bed, Munson.” Steve folds himself into the driver’s seat of his car, turning the ignition and cranking the window down to smile up at Eddie. “Should I move out tonight, or do I have a grace period?”

Eddie knows that Steve is playing along. They are both stubborn in their own way, so arguing will probably be counterproductive. Perhaps a compromise is better.

“What if we share?”

The offer slips past his lips before he realises that – fuck – that’s really weird. He only has a double bed, which means there’s not much room. And even if there was – even if he had one of those California Kings that he’s only seen in magazines – guys don’t just share beds platonically.

He opens his mouth to retract his offer, or maybe, somehow, turn it into a joke.

But Steve always has a way of surprising Eddie. Of making him nervous beyond compare. Of making him regret the things he says, and in this case, offers.

“Yeah, okay,” he says easily like it’s the most normal suggestion he’s ever heard. It makes Eddie’s eyes bug out from his face. “I want the side closest to the door.”

Steve’s window is rolled up and his car is backing from the driveway before Eddie’s coherent enough to form a response. Mostly because he never in a million years imagined himself sharing a bed with Steve Harrington (well, he imagined it, but he never thought it would come to fruition). Partly because, perfect, he likes the side closest to the window anyway.

It’s almost alarming how quickly Steve accepted the offer. No rebuttal. No counteroffers. Just a simple yes.

It’s enough to cloud Eddie’s mind with questions like ‘what does that mean?’ and ‘what did I just do?’ as he frantically strips his bed and washes the sheets and the blankets. He even puts the fluffiest pillow on Steve’s side (oh God, Steve has a side), because he’s nice like that. Also because the flatter pillow is about a decade old and Eddie doesn’t want Steve’s face pressed into the place he’s been drooling his whole life while he’s trying to sleep.

Well, fuck, maybe he does?

Steve only has a five-hour shift, and Eddie spends the entire time cleaning his mess nervously, like Steve hadn’t been in his room that very morning, wading through the piles of both dirty and clean laundry on the floor. He clears out the top shelf of his dresser because Steve has been living out of a suitcase and it was about time that ended.

It all feels very domestic. And a little embarrassing, because he didn’t think the first time he moved into a single bedroom with someone he’d still be under the same roof as uncle Wayne.

None of that really matters though, because Steve and Eddie will only be sharing a bed in the most innocent sense of the phrase. There will be no canoodling. It’s kind of sad, but it’s the only fact that keeps Eddie from having an actual panic attack.

Two bros, sharing a bed. As they do.

Maybe it would be easier if Steve had never seen Eddie naked. If his fingers had never grazed Eddie’s junk. Maybe it would be easier if Eddie hadn’t been squeezing the shit out of the soft flesh that covers Steve’s hips just a few days ago. If he didn’t explicitly remember exactly what that felt like. Maybe it would be easier if he hasn’t gotten into the habit of panting Steve’s name right before he comes, in the very bed they’ll now be sharing.

For actual, literal, Christ’s sake.

He just hopes that he doesn’t do something stupid in his sleep, like try to make out with him or something. If that’s even something people accidently do in their sleep.

Every thought Eddie has ever had leaves his head when he hears the slam of Steve’s car door outside of the trailer. It’s impossible that it’s been five hours, but when he looks at his alarm clock, he’s proven wrong.

He can’t help but wonder if maybe it’s all too much – that it’s weird he cleared out part of his dresser and made up the bed as nice as he could manage. But there was no going back now.

“Hey, man,” Steve says as he swings open the trailer door like he really does consider it home. “What’s that smell?”

Oh, another thing. Eddie sprayed his room down with lavender fabric refresher. It’s supposed to help you sleep, and Eddie feels like he might need all the help he can get in that department. Maybe then he won’t stay up to stare at Steve all curled up next to him.

“Nothing. Uh, just laundry detergent.” It’s kind of the truth, so it works. “How was work?”

“You know, stressful as always. Rewinding people’s returns is really taxing stuff.”

“So I hear. I don’t know how you manage, day in and day out and day in…” Eddie drones on dramatically. “That’s why I’m – what do they call it? – an entrepreneur. Totally self employed, baby. Short hours, all profit –”

Steve snorts as he unpeels his banana. “Yeah. You’re rolling in the dough.”

“I do well for myself!” Eddie snaps, mocking offense. “Plus, I don’t have to pay taxes on my income.”

“And that’s not even the most illegal part about it.” Steve cocks an eyebrow.

“C’mon, Harrington, live on the edge a little bit. I’m sure Mr. Reagan will live without my yearly input of fifty dollars and ninety-two cents.”

“Stick it to the man!” Steve shouts, jabbing his banana in the air and twisting it like a knife. It’s actually kind of hot. “Right?”

“You’re learning,” Eddie says, trying to hide the fact that he’s flustered over fruit weapons. Steve could wield anything and it would be attractive. Like a frying pan, or a brass candelabra. But using his bare hands (and teeth) in the Upside Down was arguably the hottest thing Eddie had ever seen. It was that moment that really sealed the deal for him. When his crush from junior year turned into something a bit more… real.

“So, I was thinking,” Steve starts, rustling through a bag that Eddie hadn’t even noticed he’d carried in. He pulls out a VHS tape – “Critters. It looks dumb but I think you’d like it.”

He inspects the front cover, littered with little monsters with sharp teeth and bold, red lettering for the title. “That’s kind of insulting.”

“You like dumb movies.” Steve shrugs. “Like Labyrinth, and Rocky Horror –”

“Do not slander Tim Curry!” This time, Eddie’s offense is a little bit more genuine. “He’s sacred and I will not stand for it in this house.”

“Whatever.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Anyway. I thought we could watch this really amazing looking movie, and order in Chinese or pizza or something?”

Eddie pretends to think about it for a minute. “Did you bring snacks?”

The bag rustles again as Steve does more digging. He holds out a couple packages of candy. “Twizzlers and M&Ms.”

“Popcorn?”

“There’s already some in the cupboard.”

“Hmm.” Eddie scratches his chin. Steve rolls his eyes, waiting patiently for Eddie’s obvious answer. “You got yourself a deal.”

“Cool,” Steve says, heading to Eddie’s (their?) bedroom. “Wow, dude. You can see your floor.”

Eddie blushes and shrugs it off as coolly as he can manage.  

Steve turns to him, pointing to the badly made bed. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

It’s not shocking to Eddie how obvious it was that he dejunked because of their earlier conversation. He kind of wishes there was a little bit more mystery in it, but he probably hasn’t tidied since 1984, so why else would he have done it today? “It needed to be cleaned anyway.”

‘Cleaned’ is a very loose term for what Eddie did, but at least it’s leaps and bounds better than it was when he woke up.

“It looks good.” Steve throws himself onto the bed that he’ll be sleeping on tonight (with Eddie, oh my God). He kind of rolls to the centre of it where it’s sunken. It’s an old mattress. “Smells good, too. Lavender?”

“Yeah.” Eddie chews on his lip, staring at how big Steve looks on the double mattress. All sprawled and consuming. He wonders how they’ll both fit on there, and it dawns on him just how close they’ll have to be.

Not that he minds, like, at all.

“That’s why,” Steve says in a way that makes it seem like he’s answering a question he’s asked in his head a million times. Internal and without explanation. It makes Eddie a bit nervous, like maybe he should be embarrassed about something if Steve’s been thinking about it.

“That’s why, what?”

“Why you always smell like lavender,” he explains, tucking his arms behind his head. “I always thought it was an oil or something, but I never saw one in the bathroom. But it’s just your bed.”

“I smell like lavender?”

“Yeah. When you don’t reek of pot and menthols.”

And the warm feeling that Eddie was experiencing is gone.

“Shut up,” he says, kicking at Steve’s foot that’s hanging from the end of the bed. “Are we watching the movie or not?”

That’s exactly what they do, popping popcorn and tossing it in a ridiculous amount of melted butter and salt. Eddie holds the bowl in his lap and each time Steve reaches over for a handful he can’t help but let his mind wander a little bit. Not that he’s a pervert or anything. It’s just been a really long time since another guy has been reaching into his lap for any reason. A really long time, as in a couple of years, and even then it was just the once.

They pause the movie halfway through when the food is delivered, which is fine because the movie is shit. But Steve’s right, it’s shit in the way that Eddie loves. The way where he’s laughing instead of jumping at the scenes that are meant to be scary.

Either way, he’s smiling by the time the credits roll and so is Steve.

“It was like Gremlins, but less scary.”

“Less scary?” Eddie asks. “You find Gremlins scary?”

“They’re pretty scary, dude.” Steve gets up from the couch and stretches, exposing a strip of skin that Eddie definitely doesn’t stare at. “Why do you think I call the kids gremlins? Terrifying.”

Eddie snorts at that, pointedly making eye contact instead of letting them drop lower (again). “Those brats are worse than any horror movie.”

“You’re telling me,” says Steve, picking up the empty dishes from the coffee table and carrying them the short distance to the sink. He washes them quickly, then dries them, and places them back into the cupboard where they belong. If it had been Eddie, they would have been left in the sink until the morning, or maybe until the next afternoon. If Steve stays much longer, Wayne is going to expect Eddie to start upping his game. “Bedtime?”

Eddie checks his watch and it’s only just past 9pm. But Steve looks at him so expectantly that he finds himself nodding. And truthfully, there are way worse things that laying next to Steve in his bed before he falls asleep.

They do their normal routine, brushing their teeth and their hair. Steve uses a fancy cleanser on his skin that he forced Eddie to never tell anyone about (“I have skin problems if I don’t use it, okay?”), and Eddie just uses a bar of glycerine soap. The cheapest kind from the general store. Maybe that’s why Eddie still gets pimples on his chin at the ripe age of twenty.

When they get to Eddie’s room, he can’t help but stand awkwardly and wonder what the hell he’s supposed to wear to bed. He’s usually a boxers only type of guy, but Steve has always worn sweats and a t-shirt when he’s sleeping on the couch. Eddie doesn’t even own sweatpants, but he might have a pair of PJ pants that he got from Uncle Wayne one Christmas shoved to the back of one of his drawers. They have a pattern of little frogs playing guitars and that’s just fucking embarrassing to wear in front of a guy like Steve Harrington.

He doesn’t have to wonder for long, because Steve starts stripping himself down to a single layer. Eddie averts his eyes as heat radiates into his chest and cheeks. Maybe now it would be extra weird if he just wore his boxers to bed. Since, like, Steve was already doing it.

“It’s nice to finally ditch those sweatpants,” Steve says, kicking his jeans ungracefully from one of his feet. “It gets unbearably hot at night.”

“Yeah. I mean, you could have – you didn’t have to –” Eddie struggles to find the right words. “No one would have blamed you for ditching them, man.”

“I know. It would just be a little awkward to have my junk almost out in front of your uncle.” Steve points to his crotch as if Eddie doesn’t know what he’s talking about. And when he does, Eddie’s eyes flick downwards.

Who can blame him? Steve just drew attention to it.

And yeah, his dick is clothed, but he’s only wearing these tiny tighty-whities that really leave, like, zero up to the imagination. Eddie can see the angle that Steve’s dick is resting at in his briefs. And he can tell that he’s – well – he’s circumcised. And even though Steve’s dick is soft, it’s um. Ample. Thick. And – and…

Jesus Christ.

Steve crawls into Eddie’s bed – the side closest to the door, with the fluffy pillow. “You good?”

Eddie’s brain is moving about as fast as a sloth in sand – meaning not very fast at all. So he says, “Act cool,” aloud, because that’s what he’s thinking. And then he smacks his palm to his forehead and says, “I mean, I’m cool. I’m all good,” like that might fix his blunder, even though it very much does not.

“Well, cool.” Steve says, smiling. “Are you gonna stand there all night, or are you coming to bed?” He pats the comforter next to him.

Eddie squeaks a noise that really doesn’t sound like him at all. He resents his vocal chords for betraying him at a time like this. He strips down to his boxers and is really thankful that they’re a lot looser than Steve’s briefs. Because he’s slightly chubbed, and Steve had seen his dick enough times that he’d know.

He crawls into the sheets, trying to keep a healthy distance between him and Steve. But Steve is fucking manspreading onto Eddie’s half of the mattress, so his thigh and shoulder ends up pressed against Steve’s skin anyway.

It’s not helping his little situation. His dick kicks up disobediently. Thank fuck Eddie is under the cover of a blanket.

“Geez, man. Move over,” he says, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he likes it a little too much.

“I can’t help it!” Steve wiggles a couple of inches away, but not enough to stop himself from touching Eddie. “Your bed is small, Munson.”

“Would you prefer a king-sized mattress for the king himself? I’m sorry you must reduce yourself to a double, my liege. How will you survive?”

“Shut up, man.” Steve smacks Eddie. Eddie smacks Steve right back, a little harder. “Ouch! It doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t control where I end up once I’m sleeping.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m a cuddler.”

“You’re telling me that now?” Eddie pretends to be horrified, even though the thought of being cuddled up next to Steve is admittedly wonderful. “That’s it. I’m retracting your invitation.”

“Too late. Are you big spoon or little spoon?” Steve asks, but before Eddie has the chance to respond (which would have been a load of bullshit, because how is he supposed to know when he’s never been cuddled?), he says, “Doesn’t matter. I’m always big spoon.”

“Does that mean I’m gonna wake up to you plastered on my back?”

Steve shrugs, making the sheets under Eddie’s ear crinkle. “Better get used to the idea now.”

They banter back and forth like that for about an hour before Steve’s eyes get heavy and he finally gets consumed by sleep. Eddie stays awake for another couple after that, reading a few chapters from Return of the King (for the nineteenth time).

He only wakes up once that night, and lo and behold, Steve is wrapped around him like a koala bear. Only Eddie isn’t facing away from him – they are chest to chest. Nose to nose. More importantly, they are dick to dick. One of Steve’s legs is hiked up on top of Eddie’s, which is lodged between Steve’s thighs. Steve is pinning him down with an arm securely circled around Eddie’s shoulders. Their goddamn noses are touching. Steve is breathing into Eddie’s mouth, and it takes everything inside Eddie to refrain from sticking his tongue out to taste Steve’s lips.

But Eddie would like to reiterate that he is not a pervert.

Instead, he readjusts the best that he can (because he definitely has a boner that is definitely pressed up underneath Steve’s cock). It doesn’t help much, so he tries his hardest to keep still. Because each brush of Steve against his dick, however light, sends a thrill into his core that makes him impossibly harder than he was a minute ago. And if Steve wakes up, if Steve feels Eddie pressed into him, nearly nestled between his glorious thighs…

So Eddie practices mindful breathing. He lets himself fall back asleep after twenty excruciating minutes, still with an erection that he can’t force away. Because really, it would be rude to move out of Steve’s grasp and wake him up from such a peaceful looking slumber.

And if waking up like that becomes another strange habit over the following days – weeks – Eddie isn’t going to mention it. Of course he’s not.

Because neither is Steve.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[lina-linny]

Things i thought as a baby stay:

Bang chan:

i thought he was a old man. I didn't expect him to be foive. Sorry this was neccesary.

At first i wasn't able to see his beauty but the longer i looked at him the more i fell in love. And here i am. Head over heals for this man.

I thought he would be a good dad and i still think this is true.

I thought he was like the biggest music Genius in our Generation. I was so surprised as i found out he writes all this mega songs.

2. Lee know:

i was scared by his laugh. But at the same time i wanted to hear it all the time.

Thought he looked like a guini pick.

I thought he is quite the polite guy. I really saw him as an big gentleman.

I thought that he was strange and i didn't like him that much at the beginning because he seemed a little cold. But wrong. He is so heart warming.

3. Changbin:

the "i am groot" thing changed my whole sight of him... i thought he is very scary after i saw the Video. I was a little bit traumatised. I don't even know why.

I was a little less scared as i found out that he and Wooyoung from ateez are friends.

I thought he really got an glow up. With al this muscles he looks very good. It suits him. And usually i don't really like guys with so much muscles.

I thought that he treated all his member so nice. He is so caring and i really hoped, that he gets all this love back.

4. Hyunjin:

his visuals took me off guard. I thought, that he might be the most beautiful person on earth. I watched the stray kids family video and fell even more for him. Like did you guys saw this?!

I thought if you gossip about something Hyunjin would be the first person to be like "honey spill the tea"

i thought Hyunjin would be the baby-girl every group has (something like the secret makne) but nope.

Some times i thought that he is a bit cold. But what the fuck, why did i think this??

5. Han:

I thought he looked like a frog. Sorry quokka you have to turn into a frog because i thought this!

I thought he was the makne. Cause so many members treated him and felix like their liddle babys.

Just because. I don't know why. Thought he looked like an exelent cook.

I thought that he must have manny siblings because off the way he talked to the other members. Like they are all his family. And he was never used to something else.

6. Felix:

I thought he would probably be a good modle. Turns out he is... his modle walk stabbed me.

I thought that he was so beautiful. His visuals killed me at first sight.

And like every stay i thought that his voice is so crazy like what the duck, why does he sound like an demon and looks like an angle the same time.

Sorry for this but i thought he was a little over raited. Because literally every stay had felix as their bias (also me) and i was scared that the other members don't get enough love.

7. Seungmin:

I thought he looked like an beluga whale. Sorry but this was legitt how i memorised him. I don't even know how i came up with this.

I thought he would be a good friend, because... just look at him.

I thought that he was a bit rude because he and some other members used to insult each other. Like i don't know what this is sorry.

I thought he would be a good police officer. Without context just take this.

8. I.n.

I thought he looked like an meanie. Sorry but i really imagined him as an "bullie"

I thought that he is very confident. I just saw him and thought "oh this guy must be very confident bro" i don't know why.

I thought that he would be a class clown. Just teas you all day, be quiet but when he sais something the whole class/group laughs.

I was really confused by I.n. because why did they give him THIS stage name?

ps. i love you

[vsyrworld]

charlos drama after controversial twitter reye's created.. here is my shots

charlos (charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr)

M for kissing

anggsstt, drama, singapore gp, the iconic marina bay pool, comitment talks, (carlos parents are trash here sorry)

-- "Zero" inspired by (born to die lana del rey lyrics)

two week before singapore gp

turns out, they didn't go to singapore earlier as they planned to do. carlos flew back to spain with his parents, leaving charles alone in hotel room with a complex feeling. internet has been speculating lately, about how... how charles' image as too nice, too friendly, too happy-- accusation spiraling around that it is just a facade.

charles still laying down on his bed , carlos' bed, that is long cold. he waits and scroll, scroll again through infinity thread.

'what the fuck is wrong with carlos' he thoughts.

or maybe they didnt like him as much as carlos do. maybe whatever this thing between him and carlos is wrong. maybe nico rosberg words true though, he speaks his jealousy.

is he? is charles jealous of carlos? the realization sinking deeper into charles heart and mind. he didn't-- but at same he is- but carlos never been in monza podium before so it's fair. and charles is truly , beamingly, happy to see his teammate on top of monza. he is not jealous, no charles is capable enough to separate on off the track.

but does carlos? is he really mad or just mad, or annoyed that charles pushed him hard? carlos said he didn't enjoyed the battle, he watched the cooldown video,

didn't like it but the race was good. carlos didn't like it.

he gulped his own saliva and feel the tears start forming at his eyes. charles bring his forearm to cover his face, curling at the side where carlos' slept, the bedsheet is no longer warm, carlos scents on thin air, he barely can smell it anymore.

'are you mad at me?' 10.30 AM

he typed to carlos and it seems his boyfriend already on the plane. charles sighed and goes into his slumber before any of tears streaming down into his sleep.

one week before singapore gp

carlos didn't reply his message. charles put down his phone and stares into his kitchen wall,

"what are you going to wear during the karting? should i use long sleeve or t'shirt is fine?" there is a similiar voice shouting at him from living room.

charles' finger twitch to send another message. it is so rare that carlos forget to reply his messages, as far as he knows charles name is always on the top in his chatroom.

when is your flight to singapore?

i haven't prepare my flight you know... just in case

well, let me know! i'm available after jules' karting race! (sent 07.00 AM)

and now it's already lunch time. arthur rumaging his clotes, go back and forth towards living room and kitchen, find something to fill the stomach before touching down the track

"Bro!"

"What?!" Charles jumped at his brother.

"You are out of space again. Come on! we had race to go!"

ah yes., karting for jules is held today and the reason why charles standing in the kitcen because...

he blinks at his brother as arthur raised his eyebrow,

"you won't cook pasta for us right? i choose to not eat a whole day rather than to eat yours" he said before storm away to his own room.

what was it again? oh right, he need to toss the pasta, well yep shit, it's dry now. carlos used to pour a cream milk and hot water to the pasta while adding some herbs, that is what make the pasta so chewy and tender. so he grabs a glass and pouring the amount of water then a milk, letting it simmer until he felt the texture is just right.

he hummed at his creation. savory and creamy. the spices kicked his mouth deliciously. maybe for carlos, it's too spicy. but it doesn't stop him cooking for charles, every night, every little chance they had, it always goes like: carlos with grill pan and the steak smokes all around him while charles sitting down the counter, ready to annoy him with sauce or eating the dish, making carlos snarked then they will bantering with each other. lucky for charles, sometimes carlos could fuck him over this counter, letting his come painted the walls or some of them might be decorating their food. carlos said it's delicious anyway, charles might think it gross but what's the different than getting swallowed a whole?

he chuckled at his own thought, and remember something

right, he missed carlos.

"your cooking skill is improving"his maman takes a bite out of nowhere

charles grins sheepishly, "i have the best teacher"

his mom, always like an angel, smile and nods, telling him a goodjob. charles haven't say anything about his relationship, but somehow, his mom gives him a secret smile and charles didn't know how to reply it.

singapore gp week

Feet don't fail me now

Take me to the finish line

Oh, my heart it breaks every step that I take

But I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine

12 PM, in the pool. just two of us.

charles breath hitched as a new message from carlos comes like a bolt of lightning. it's wednesday evening and charles started to worry if they will never talk about this. but patient always has it's own rewards.

charles stunned to watch the marina bay building from his car.

"your room is in level 16, number 5"

marina bay is beautiful

"charles?" his trainer voice slightly become annoyed because charles lost in his own world.

"where's carlos?" he said while still looking up to the building.

andrea sighed, "just a couple room closer to you. come on get moving charles, we've been here for thousand time and yet you still starstrucked looking at the building like a newborn baby" he says grumply before taking charles luggage out of the car

charles hummed, but it's true. singapore become more beautiful each year. andrea doesn't understand how beautiful singapore is to charles. and he thinks about the secret they kept in this country, sounds like an exclusiveness, charles loves it. he wonders if carlos feels the same.

so it is time to meet him then.

marina bay pool, midnight

carlos already sitting on the pool only with his swimming trunk when charles came to the highest floor. carlos and citylight infront of him, glorious, carlos and race track, magnificent, carlos gives him a side glance to him, endearing.

he smiled at his own idea before standing up beside him and

--a massive splash from the pool like slamming down by a whale

"ppfttt cahlos!" charles, soaked like a cat, still wearing full pajamas clothes. it not fair, he groans while looking at carlos who laughed at him.

"baby" carlos try to reach charles waist but before he could grasp any hems of charles's strings, the monegasque jump over and drowning both of them.

carlos wraps his arms in his waist, meanwhile charles hands find a grips in carlos' shoulder. they gave up and swim up to the surface.

he didnt know if he should laugh or take a breath first but they did both at the same time and ended up coughing. so so stupid.

"don't" charles gasping for a breath but still anchoring himself to carlos' neck

his teammate laughed and bring him into a soft kiss.

"charles," finally. oh charles want to cry.

he cradles carlos face with both of his hands, fingers trails the sculpture of his lover face, so hurried as if this moment will be gone in a flash. he missed him so much its hurts.

"charle-" carlos tries to speaks between the messy kisses but charles having none of that

stupid carlos left him hanging just after they sleep together. he hates carlos who run away and comeback as nothing happen.

"charles"

"non" he keeps kissing kissing his lips until it felt raw, fresh from their exchange saliva and carlos moans against him.

"you." charles ending the kiss by caging carlos head with both of his hands. "left me!" green versus brown, and charles sure he looks menancing now because how carlos brown eyes looking at him earnestly soft, innocent, afraid to be hurt.

despite his annoyance, carlos replies it with a sad gaze and a whimper. he closed their gaps in the water by pushing charles into pool side and hugs him close.

just right them, the race track is shining and splendid. the glows from track lights illuminating through the sky

they stayed in each other embrance in a damn long time, charles thought, did carlos booking the place so only two of them allowed to be this intimate?

he brought his finger to cradles carlos' hairs, "you cut it short"

only replied by a hummed against charles' neck. carlos snuggled closer into charles' skin

"what?" he decide to ask

"how many..." carlos sound unsure, " what did you see on internet?"

so this is it. charles gulped down, hands never leaving the thick locks that somehow shorter than before.

"everything..." he brushed carlos's spine up and down, "everything and it so unecessary. but..."

"but?" carlos fingers sinking deeper into a flesh of his waist

"i hate the way you treat me. just left me. it's dumb carlos, you make me feel dumb"

a silence occurs for a minutes, "it's complicated" carlos said. he cranes his neck to meet charles gaze that not looking at him, but to the scenery behind them.

"how so" charles asked him without spare a glance, "how could you say that when you also put me in a complicated situation?"

he watched carlos's face become more confusing than before, is he really?

"what do you mean"

'oh mamamia" charles giving him a tsk and carlos clearly grunts at his answer.

"you really jealous of me having my first podium in monza? charles you are unbelieveble--" carlos fingers are no longer in his waist. he whines at the coldness of water splashing against his body

"not that point" charles cuts him, " if you didn't like it why don't you just say it? if you can't say to the media, why not be honest to me? why would you need to be like 'oh the race was good but i didn't like it' at the same time you also say 'i enjoy the race, battling with charles is good', when you actually felt it wasnt!" he throws his arms into his side, making the water splashing everywhere

he doesn't dare see carlos eyes, he might cry, or maybe he is already. because he felt a warm water stings into his eyes, or maybe it just a splash of caporite.

"why you didn't say anything to me. people accusing me that i'm the one who lies to the media meanwhile i'm actually really like it and having fun. i'm so happy for your podium because you fucking deserve it the whole weekend. and they still said things like that-- and and " he is rambling too much but carlos let him to continue,

"and your mom, the twit, it doesn't make anything better!" charles gasped, " and i need you that time. i need you to convince me, to tell me that us is okay, but you are gone, you... you left and i don't know am i did wrong. does your family dislike me that much? is whatever we are having this right now, is wrong?!"

"charles hey" carlos cupped his cheek and it's a wet mixture between pool water and tears

charles shutted his eyes, it's stings and hurts in many different way, he tends to overthink so much and carlos is the one who often calm his racing thoughts but he wasn't , not at particular two weeks before singapore.

🎶Don't make me sad, don't make me cry

Sometimes love is not enough

And the road gets tough, I don't know why

"is me loving you, consider as a sin?"

carlos grips his face tighter, "charles!" his voice rough, disliking charles thought

it doesn't get better

"loving you when we are f1 driver is already hard!" he wriggles from carlos touch', but carlos held him firmly

charles brought his own hands to his eyes, palms against the eyelids desperatedly, and his voice becoming wavery as he speaks up,

"why you don't make it easier for me, to loving you as a person?"

"why carlos?" he lets carlos to see his vulnerabilty. when he opens his watery eyes, charles was shocked because carlos sheds more of tears, leaking down from both of his puppy brown eyes.

"don't say things like that"

charles was so stunned seeing his teammates cried so he completly blank as carlos brings his face closer for a deep kiss

he tasted a salty tears, the lashes are heavy with droplets. charles gasping for carlos's tounge and it sets firmly inside him. carlos brings his hand to brush against charles eyes,

"im sorry" he could hear carlos whimpers against the kiss

"im sorry, im sorry" carlos pulled away from his lips and goes into charles' nose, "im sorry, charles", and a drop on where his dimples used to rest, "i'm so stupid, i'm sorry" then settle it long on charles' forehead, "sorry, shalrs"

"carlos" charles look at his eyes and found carlos hiding something from him.

"sorry, i..." he stutterd as fingers shaking against charles' cheek. charles covers carlos' hands with his own, smoothering his hair hands slowly until the finger stop shaking.

"i'm serious being with you.about this. about us" carlos breath against him. then he let out a chuckled

"i've been thinking about the future how will i purposed you, how big or small our wedding goes, and yet here i am being so stupid that i can't even understand you, be with you, convince you that i love you."

charles stunned at carlos confession, "married..? you want to--"

carlos chuckled in his own tears, "my parents, they don't fancy you, but i'm hunderth percent sure it's because we are still teammates. they used to be like that to lando too, but not as severe to you." charles still eyeing him closely, seeing how carlos scrunched his face, preventing tears to spilled

his brows furrowed, "i swear i tried talk to my mom but she doesn't listen. yes, i didn't like it how you are pushing me hard while i'm defending but i'm also having fun. so so much. that's why i said that to media, i-- i want to tell you but things happen and my parents urge me to come home together and..."

"and you didn't replied to any of my text" charles said it bitterly

"yeah" carlos losen up his grips then settle down on his arms.

"i was..."

"its okay" charles sighed,

"charles. no, it's not okay. i made you questioning your feelings. i made you feel dumb" carlos is now looking at him shakingly, like... like he is a murder of someone or spill some ferrari secret to media.

but charles thinks about many possibilites of their position now. which is zero for them to come out as a couple. it is not a strategical condition from the team where they are still have a poor perfomance, it is not beneficial for carlos because of his on hold contract, and still controversial for their sponsors.

zero.

"but what does it takes? you can not just marry me here without our parents knowing. even so, i still can't hold your hands in public. i never had a chance to do a proper date with you!"

"are you breaking up with me?"

charles groans at carlos dumb answer, "seriously?! you think i'm that easy to give up !?"

carlos whinced, "no..."

"stupid" he huffed and looked away from carlos. thought lost at singapore citylights. they are supposed to having fun, it's singapore. their country, their history starts here. and yet... their downs choose to happen in this place too. charles smiled a little in his heart, knowing their hardship growing in singapore too. because he knows, love is not enough as the road get tough. it needs a communication. requires strong believes and commitment.

"i am sorry, please don't give up on us." carlos tugs charles arms and without further do, charles melt to the embrace.

fighting on track against carlos is exhausting but fighting off the track with carlos is more mentally worn-out.

"how about you?" charles asked, mumbling his face against carlos' neck

"i'll make it up for you. let's have a city tour right now. i heard there is night market that is very delicious."

charles blinks twice, right now? "date right now? like,, this in the midnight?"

he felt a warm washing his body, "yes charles. right now. lets go somewhere. we have plenty place to explore in singapore." carlos, for the first time they meet again, giving him a fond smile.

"but, people will see us. your parents must be watching you--"

"fuck them. i want to be with you. to spend a proper couple date with you."

charles could feel another tears building again but now, it's a happy one. one step being in public. slow but sure.

"okay" he breathes out. "help me change my clothes please?" charles wiggle his brows, creating a laughter from carlos

🎶Keep making me laugh

Let's go get high

The road is long, we carry on

Try to have fun in the meantime

sooner or later the world will now about them. sooner or later, charles will happy showing of the golden band that sit comfortable in his fourth finger. sooner or later he can walk hand in hand with carlos. but right now, the public only see their shoulder brushing against each other while they walked in orchid pedestrian street. carlos' parents might be seen the picture of his son feeding up charles the best kaya toast he ever tasted. later in the morning, rupert and andrea will scold them for sneaking out the hotel like a petulant child.

but above them all, singapore has witnessing their love oath. the country saw laughter, kisses, and tears they shared. five years ago they present themself to each other and singapore was watching them

and now, it is become the only secret they shared together. is sort of an exclussiveness. charles and carlos decide to keep it longer for a moment. and when they ready to state it publicly, singapore have to be the only place. it is.

--

born to die by lana del rey just a charlos masterpiece

[catoslvt]

Ethan Landry x Reader

He's not ghost face like always.

Everyone in this are in established relationships.

U live in the dorm across from ethan and Chad.

As Tara and I stare at ourselves on my tik tok camera, I can't help but laugh at how stupid we look.

We're both wearing our boyfriends hoodies, with makeup on to make it look as if we've got beards, our hair tied up and pulled over our foreheads and tinfoil over our teeth, from far away we could potentially look like boys but close up we look like idiots.

"I think we look beautiful." Tara states with a small nod.

"Not beautiful, handsome." I correct before we both laugh.

"Do you know your part?" She quizzes me and I gasp.

"Of course I know my part!" I exclaim, and she smiles before handing me the fake money.

As I sit in front of the camera, Tara, out of view, I press record with a timer, so I've got three seconds to prepare.

"Don't laugh." Tara coos before it begins.

"Take a look at these diamonds wrong, It's a life of squintin', can't just stare." I lip sync, throwing the fake money everywhere.

"With bae through thick and thin, She already thick, so I'm halfway there." I continue.

"Brown and bad couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there one hundred meters, huh? I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter." I finish before i quickly move out of view, so Tara can get in the camera.

"One hundred eaters. They won't fit in one SUV." Tara then begins.

"S-O-S, somebody rescue me." She continues spelling out SOS with her hands.

"I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got They can last me the next two weeks." She finishes before I quickly come back in the camera, both of us standing side by side.

"Alright, like send the address through please." We both exclaim, not really needing to say it outloud, but we're both on the brink of laughter, so we have to.

Once the video is finished and we've watched it like twenty times on repeat, hardly even watching it just laughing at how weird we look, Tara quickly perks up.

"We should tell ethan and Chad to come over." She gasps, and I nod because by over. She means out of their dorm and straight across the hallway into ours.

"Yes." I state and she quickly grabs her phone.

"I'll just tell Chad to come through with ethan." She tells me, and I nod before I pick up my phone and save the video to drafts, I'll post it later when I come up with a creative caption for it.

"We should stand in front of the door and give them like a fist bump when they walk in." I tell Tara as I quickly scramble to my feet and position myself in front of the door, Tara following close behind.

"You wanted us ove- oh what the fuck." Chad says with a large laugh as he walks in the door.

"My best friend, what's good!" Tara exclaims as she raises her fist up to fistbump him, and he just stares confused.

"Ethan, my bro, long time no see." I say with a small smile as I try not to laugh.

"Y/n? What're you doing." Ethan quizzes as he walks into my dorm, closing the door behind him.

"Isn't y/n your girlfriend? I'm zack. It's a little freaky if you're getting us mixed up, dude.." I gasp as I back up from him and he just smiles at me.

"Well, zack, it appears that you're wearing my hoodie." Ethan then states, and I shake my head.

"Nahhh, remember we got matching hoodies, man?" I argue and Chad lets out a laugh from behind us, him and Tara are clearly sitting on mindys bed so that ethan and I can sit on mine, so I quickly make my way to my bed and ethan follows.

"So who's that then?" Ethan asks as he raises his eyebrows between Tara and I.

"That's Travis." I tell him, and Tara instantly breaks character and laughs, which then sets all of us off, resulting in my tinfoil teeth flying out.

"Shit!" I gasp and ethan just laughs.

"Oh my god y/n what did you do to zack!?" Ethan screams as he grabs my shoulders and shakes me back and forth, which sets the four of us off again.

"Tara, your package came to my dorm earlier, do you want me to bring it through?" Chad asks her and she shakes her head.

"I'll come through now and get it." She tells him and they just nod before standing up and leaving.

"Oh my god, they planned that! Tara wanted you two to come through so that she could leave with Chad." I gasp as I stare at ethan, before I begin to take my hair down.

"Okay, wow, I didn't know i was such a bad thing to be stuck with." He tells me as he pretends to be offended, I know he's joking because he slaps a hand over his forehead and falls back dramatically back onto my bed, and I just slap his legs which almost fall ontop of me.

"You know you're my favourite person to be around." I tell him, and he happily sits up and kisses me, I jump in shock but kiss back.

Sometimes I forget me and ethan are together, not in a bad way, more because I still have a crush on him, so when he kisses me, I'm always shocked.

"I'm gonna go take all this off." I tell him motioning to the mess I've created on my face.

"You're keeping my hoodie on though, right?" He asks in a panic and I cup his cheek with my hand and nod.

"Of course." I tell him before I kiss his head and walk towards the bathroom, ethan following close behind like a lost puppy.

As I pour some makeup remover on a cotton pad and begin to move it around my face, the makeup coming off slower than usual, ethan wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head ontop of mine.

That's what I love about mine and ethans height difference. When I stand with my back to his chest, my head slips perfectly underneath his, like we're a jigsaw puzzle.

And that's exactly what we are, ethan was the missing piece to my jigsaw puzzle, and he fit perfectly in the space where my heart is.

"I thought you looked quite good as a boy." He says as he stares at me through the mirror and I smile.

"Not as good as you, though."I tell him with a small smile, which he returns as I continue to wash the makeup off of my face.

Once it's finally off, I look crazy, my skin is all red from how much I was rubbing at it with cotton pads, and I cover my cheeks with my hands, really embarrassed for some reason.

Ethan has seen me cry, eat, get angry, sleep, watch me wake up in the mornings, but yet I'm embarrassed at the fact my skin is slightly red.

"What are you doing?" Ethan quizzes as he doesn't budge from our position infront of the mirror.

"My skin is really red." I tell him, and he takes his hands off of my waist and raises them up to my face, where he slowly removes my own hands from my face.

"And? You don't look any different." He states before he twirls me around using my hands and cups my face with his hands before he leans down and kisses everywhere over my face, which leaves me a blushing mess, before he presses one last kiss to my lips.

"You always look beautiful." He states, and I smile, kiss him.

[japhan2024]

"I just don't know what to do," Anthony lamented.

"It will come to you, I'm certain of it."

Jon Cozart was over to shoot a video for Anthony's solo channel. He was one of is only friends in LA.

"Will it?"

"I mean, you're going through the grieving phases! You're crying and half-naked in every video…"

"I am?"

"Yeah, you literally just shot a crying scene."

"Right… Okay, but why do you zone in on me being half-naked?"

"Fuck off! Mister perfect abs," Jon gave Anthony the softest fake-bro bump to the shoulder. It made him laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, you're only my friend so you can take advantage of me in a vulnerable moment."

"Then I'd taken advantage of you as soon as you showed up at my place the other day all teary-eyed," Jon countered.

"Okay, shut up then and play me some music!"

While Jon was strumming his uke, Anthony dramatically collapsed on his couch, spread-eagled. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeees, Anthony has mastered, the Youutube shiiigh hhhhh like noo other youutuberrr"

Jon forced Anthony to smile in his moment of self-pity.

"I just don't think this is going to work. What the hell am I going to do with my channel? It's not going anywhere… I should just sell my body for money…"

"I'd support youuuu"

"Yeah with moneyyy"

"Why would I give youuu moneyyy if youuu show off thaaat bodyyyy for freeee alll the tiiiime?"

Anthony sighed yet again. He reached for his bong.

"No!" Jon stopped strumming. "My vocal chords will not be besmudged with smoke."

Anthony stood up.

"Wanna watch old Smosh videos?"

"For the tenth time, no thank you, Anthony. But really…" Jon put his instrument down and walked up to him. "You shouldn't either. There's no use in wallowing in the past."

Jon left the house.

Anthony thought about what Jon had said. But he just didn't agree. As long as he would know exactly what he'd done wrong, he could still make it right… right?

He knew his new videos were shit and that was because he wasn't putting his heart into it. Because of course, his heart remained with…

He opened YouTube and clicked on Food Battle 2006.

"Fu-hu-hu-uuuck, what haaave I dooone…"

[deadcool14]

SPOILERS!!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!!

SPOILERS!!!!!

I wanna talk about this show (btw pls watch it, it's so fucking good, the characters are peak and the animation is fucking amazing!):

Episode 1:

-I can't believe they foreshadowed the final boss with fucking Sonic trivia

-Ngl if I asked out a girl and she didn't know anything about neither Sonic or X-Men, I'm dipping the first chance I get

-I was wondering why Scott had the star t-shirt at the beginning, since he only got that at the finale battle with Gideon, to signify his love for Ramona, but with the added context it's not supposed to matter, it's there because it's his most recognizable look

-Matthew's entrance doesn't have the same umph as the movie's. His actor really went all out in that scene, XD

-Sucks that Scott wasn't very involved in this, since he is the title character, but I still loved everything about this. Hope we get to see his arc in the next season

Episode 2:

-Why is Ramona dyeing her hair so damn satisfying?

-Edit: The fact that STEPHEN of all people was the one that gave Scott a euology and was the only one that actually gave a damn XD

And it's pretty sweet that he would have been ok to find out if they sucked, if they found out they sucked together

-"Mommy!" yeah

-I can fucking believe she actually sang that fucking song XD

-Brie Larston is so talented; if I didn't already know she played Envy, I honestly could not tell that was her, but then again I only know her as Captain Marvel, where she has a deeper and much cooler voice

-So, if in the Scott Pilgrim world people just re-spawn at home after being defeated, does that mean that there no one can be murdered or manslaughtered? And if so, how do people actually get a "permanent game over"? Does everyone just die of old age? Also if people bury the coins dropped after someone dies, would that make grave-robbing the most common crime in the world?

-The fact that all Matthew needed to defeat Gideon was confidence is actually very inspiring. The probable reason why he's so extra (besides being a theater kid) is because Ramona dumped him, which really hurt his self-esteem. And while it's kinda sad and pathetic to let a middle school break-up bring down your self-worth, that doesn't mean it didn't suck for Matthew; and after realizing that Ramona wouldn't take him back just because he beat Scott, he finally got a reality check and decided that their goal was pointless, so he moved on from Ramona and decided to make something out of himself, and using the confidence he got from "beating" Scott, he unleashed his true power and was able to defeat Gideon, take his company, and then became successful Broadway actor

-"Et tu, eat me." Roxie is a fucking queen

Episode 3:

-Hey, I didn't asked to be fucking attacked about my writting process, Scott Pilgrim!

-Knives getting more character development besides being obsessed with Scott is everything I didn't know I ever wanted

-I feel you Stephen, I do 😞

-Omg I ship Knives and Kim so much!

-Since Roxie predates Toga, then should be saying that Toga gives off Roxie vibes?

-I'm in lesbians with all of them

-Roxie is so fucking horny lol. Tho I can't blame her, I would go rent to that video store everyday to talk to Kim or Hollie... and immediately choke and explode before a word comes out my mouth

-Also, fun fact: Hollie looks like a milf, but she's actually 26!

-Nice of that lady to apologize to Robot-01. He doesn't deserve all the mistreatment he gets, he's a good boi

Episode 4:

-Holy fuck this animation

-Bro, what is that song? XD

-'Edgar Wrong' XD XD XD

-Young Neil is a fucking treasure

💚 :3

-Straight Wallace is an anomaly that should not be allowed to exist

-Notorious heterosexual

-People are 100% saying some bullshit like, Lucas is only going out with her because he's secretly a pedo is only likes her because she's PLAYING a 17-year-old and that feeds his fetish

-Already saw a meme of the "My God!" clip, keep those coming people!

-Holy fuck this animation!!

-The paparazzi looking like cockroaches, nice

-I feel really bad for Lucas, he's actually a nice guy

-And then he fucking yeets a kid and steals his skateboard XD

-"Watch out guys, Vegan comin' through!"

Episode 5:

-I feel a little bad for Todd, but it's also so satisfying seeing this jackass, who thinks he can get away with anything because he's a rock star, get wrecked

-Weird the Vegan Police didn't show up to take away his powers tho; maybe they were informed of the situation and decided to give him a pass this time.

I really hope they expand on the whole concept of being Vegan in season 2

-Edit:

Envy: Hey, ask them what it feels like to always get his sloppy seconds?

Ramona: How does it feel-?

-I love how they expanded on the Stephen & Knives friendship :3

-I did not recognize Simon Pegg and Nick Frost until the end where they had the cornettos XD

Episode 6:

-Honestly, surprised they didn't bring up that Julie had a crush on Scott, and that's why she's always a bitch to him, specially because this is an anime, they can actually call her a tsundere!

And while we're on that, anyone think it's weird that nearly single girl in the comic had or still has a crush on Scott? Like, seriously? This asshole, really? And you just know that if it was a manga made in Japan, Stacie would have a goddamn bro-con complex with him

-Idk how I feel about them just glossing over Gideon just being an absolute monster; like yeah, Ramona was a bitch with most of her relationships and she does tend to run away from her problems, but Gideon was a manipulative, ego-centric, abusive piece of shit. I mean, the guy kept his 6 ex-girlfriends frozen in stasis for appearences or for whatever else he wanted, and he wanted to do the same to Ramona. I like him and Julie being assholes together, but seriously, I hope they touch on that in season 2

-Dude fuck those kids, I would give Gordon so much respect for actually trying that; I wish I had a third of his confidence

-I never knew I needed to see Captain America and The Spot being goofy friends until now

-I headcanon that one of the reasons why they had Matthew take over Gideon's company was so they could finally give him a job XD, tho it was always insinuated that he was in the army, because of the Private Rank patch on his jacket, which they removed in this version and that really sucka because I liked that little detail; it was also another reference to him being the 1st Evil Ex, because Private is the 1st rank in the military

-At least Ramona does recognize that what she did was messed up, even if the Twins were also being dicks, she should have just called them both out and be done with them

-Those fucking Vegan Robots man, I swear to God

Episode 7:

-When Old Scott spoke, I thought it was Ben Schwartz at first lol

-I love how the world isn't the cliché "terrible post apocalyptic world caused by something that happened to the main character", it just looks really crappy, which... yeah, accurate; the look everyone has just seems to be the current fad, they just embraced the post-apocalyptic looking world they live in.

Also that tech is not that advanced, they have hover vehicles and board, and holo-phones, that does seem like they kind of tech we could have in a few decades, maybe

-The fucking Virtual Boy XD XD XD, surprised Scott's eyes weren't on fire after staring into that thing

-Old Wallace is a fucking GILF

-That lucky motherfucker! He probably got the Switch for free!! 😬😬😬

-Nice Death Stranding reference

-Ramona changing her hair color every week was symbolic of her always running away from her problems, but I like that she keeps doing it in the future, just because she likes it

-Of course Future Ramona has fucking Back To The Future roller blades XD

-Both Ramonas are the same fucking size XD

-At first it felt that they just speedran Scott and Knives, but then again Scott probably read a little of Old Young Neil's auto-biography and figured things out. And since Knives wasn't as obsessed with Scott at this point it makes sense that she'd take this a lot better, Kim and Stephen probably helped her out too

-But at least she catharsis by seeing Scott and Ramona not being able to kiss XD

-Oh! And I just realized that she didn't waste her first kiss on Scott! 😃

Good for her!!

Episode 8:

-I think it's dumb they gave Knives her look from the comics without any reason. She only changed her look to look more appealing to Scott in the comics, and in the epilogue she's back to her normal look, like, at least have people mention the look and her saying that she's trying something new

Edit: I rewatched the whole thing and I just realized that Even Older Scott punched the highlights out of Knives' hair XD

-It's basically a meme at this point, but pls have the Katayanagi Twins do something! They had such a bigger role in the comics. At least I wanted to see their combo moves animated!

It's nice that the Exes are actually cheering for them to kiss, or maybe they're just teasing because they can't; either way it's nice

-Even Older Scott is Ramona's 8th evil ex. He debuts in the 8th episode and has studied the powers of all the other 7 Evil Exes along with his own, which adds up to 8.

Sucks he didn't actually use their powers, I would have loved it if he used Vegan Powers combined with mystical powers, maybe instead of Demon Hipster Chicks he summons little Nega Scotts, he has stronger skateboard tricks than Lucas, he some robot arms that can shoot lasers and can help him do the Twins' combo moves, but doubled

-Edit: The fact that Knives went for Ramona instead of Scott. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

-Even Older (Nega) Scott is just Evil Ryu and I fucking love it!!

-Even Older Scott's color scheme not only signifyes just how jaded and lost he's become, but also that Nega Scott has completely taken him over is just *chef's kiss*

-Edit: Todd still has the Wallace tattoo XD also his was my favorite attack, he just teleports and slams down, simple, but awesome

Also Even Older Scott defeated him with a headbutt

-Edit: It would've been funny if he had also punched Roxie in the boob again

-Every future character has "Old" in their name, but Ramona is just "Future Ramona", she will cut you if you call her old. Real missed opportunity to not call the oldest Ramona "Future Future Ramona".

"MILF" and "GILF Ramona" also would have been acceptable

-Sex Bob-Bomb became the new Crash and the Boys, except that instead of having an 8-year-old, they have a 17-year-old.

And Scott now has his actual girlfriend watching him perform

-Looks like Ramona actually enjoyed the stunt double gig. Good for her, tho honestly, she should have stuck with Netflix, Idk why, but I feel like they're gonna blow up at somepoint

-I like the idea of Lucas x Kim, but I would still prefer Knives x Kim, and my personal made-up ship: Lucas x Stacie. I just love big bois with cute smol gfs

-At first, it didn't make sense to see Todd and Roxie hanging out, but then I realized that just like Roxie, Todd was hurt by someone who treated their relationship like an un-important after-thought, a phase; and just broke it up like it was nothing, without any consideration for the other's feelings. And now that Roxie got closure with Ramona she's helping him to move on from this in a way healthier way than she did. (That and they're both gay) That is so fucking wholesome, I need to see them being friends in season 2 pls!! Also sucks she didn't interact much with Matthew, because Satya Bhabha said that he thinks Matthew and Roxie would be friends.

Also this was kinda foreshadowed in episode 2, at the end of Matthew and Gideon's fight, where she mentions wanting to get Vegan Powers after seeing how convinient they are. I need Half-Ninja, Vegan, Lesbian, now!!!!

-Wallace: Holy shit! True love does exist!?

-Ramona is finally gonna stop running away, so she keeps most of her hair as her natural color with a little green at the end to not forget her past and where she came from

-Get wait to see what Goose's game, but it must be in pretty early development, probably untitled even

SEASON 2 PLSSSSSS!!!!

[ash-mcj]

kiri sully x female!reader

modern AU | all characters are adults

prompt—"i don't want a shy Kiri, I want a Kiri that gonna kiss me so hard in a party bathroom and go away giving me smile as if she didn't just make me so fucking needy" (x)

Tsireya was already running down the driveway towards your car when you pulled up to her house. You put the car in park and unlocked the doors half a second before she pulled yours open, a bright smile on her face.

“You’re here!” she greeted amiably. “You took long enough.”

“Yeah, yeah—I’m here now,” you said. Sure, you were a little late—but was it really your fault, when she invited you to come over less than two hours before you were expected to get there? 

Tsireya grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the car. “Come in and get something to eat and drink. We bought so much crap and it needs to be gone before tomorrow.”

“I can probably help with that,” you agreed, letting her drag you towards the front door. As you approached, you caught the rowdy voices of more people than you thought were supposed to be hanging out tonight.

You squeezed her hand and stopped walking, forcing her to pause with you. “Reya, didn’t you say this was a kickback?”

“It was,” Tsireya answered, then pursed her lips in annoyance. “Then Ao’nung invited his stupid friends, and now it’s a party. And our parents are going to kill us when they come home tomorrow, because Ongu already broke a picture frame by knocking it off the wall, and Koro doesn’t know when it’s time to stop drinking until he pukes.”

“You know what, I just remembered that I actually have to be up early tomorrow,” you lied, the thought of dealing with Ao’nung’s friends all night making you slightly regret coming. “I should probably get going.”

Tsireya’s eyebrows pinched together and you knew you were about to be hit with her pleading eyes—which nobody in the entire universe other than her own parents could hold strong against—but her expression quickly relaxed into faux indifference.

“Fine,” she sighed. “I guess Rotxo will have to try keeping the boys away from Kiri by himself. Hopefully he manages.”

She was evil. Everyone always thought Tsireya was such a perfect, sweet angel—but they were wrong.

You rolled your eyes and stomped into the house, muttering, “I don’t know what Lo’ak sees in you.”—which was a damn lie, because you probably would have gone for her if she wasn’t your best friend. She was probably the second hottest girl you’d ever seen in your town.

Right behind Kiri Sully, of course.

“Dude, stop,” Rotxo chuckled, as he watched Ongu dance around the living room to the beat of the music blasting from a stereo on the coffee table. “This is embarrassing.”

“Nah, bro, you look good—keep going,” Ao’nung cheered him on, his phone raised and obviously recording—probably for blackmail. You made a mental note to ask Ao’nung for the video later.

The coffee table was covered in empty beer bottles and soda cans—and you felt pretty confident that you could guess which choice of drink Ongu had, from the uncoordinated swaying of his body.

“Come dance with me,” he said, offering a hand to Nash’vi—who shook his head and playfully pushed him away.

“Nobody wants to dance with you,” Rotxo told him.

“Kiri does!” Ongu claimed, pointing at her. “C’mon, Kiri, you know you want to. One song.”

Kiri scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “I’d rather drink acid.”

“Oof,” Ao’nung snickered as he turned the camera to her. She stuck her tongue out at it, then took a drink from her soda.

“You’re breaking my heart, Sully.”

“That really sucks,” Kiri deadpanned. “For you.”

Ongu put his hand over his chest and stumbled backwards, as if he’d been shot—but it somehow turned into a very messy body roll of some sort.

“I think I have some tape in my car, if you wanna put it back together,” you suggested as you sat on the armrest of the couch, beside Rotxo. He held his half-empty beer up for you, and you took a swig, before passing it back. “I’m surprised Lo’ak isn’t getting in on of all… this.”

“He’s in my room,” Tsireya said, heading for the stairs. “So is Neteyam. You can join us, if you don’t want to hang out with these fools.”

“Well, what are you doing down here?” you asked Kiri. You’d rather be upstairs, but you weren’t going to leave her by herself.

“They needed a babysitter, since they collectively share half of a single brain cell, and I pulled the short stick.”

You gasped and put your hands over Rotxo’s ears. “Don’t say that about him—his heart is huge, despite his small size.”

Rotxo smacked your arms away from him and you laughed, before stealing his beer. 

As you brought the bottle up to your lips, you caught Kiri’s stare from across the room. Her eyes slowly roamed up your body, heat building in them as she took in the way the green dress you wore accentuated your figure. When she finally met your gaze, a smirk played on her lips, and she shot you a wink that made your breath hitch.

This had become normal, lately. You’d been dancing around each other for the past few months, and you were pretty sure that one of you was going to break soon and make a real move. Your flirting had started innocently enough. Boys would try to hit on one of you, and the other would jump in with compliments or innuendos that would make the boys understand that they were going for someone who didn’t play for the assumed team.

**

“Damn, Sully, your ass looks good in those,” Makeyo—a guy who went to highschool with you and apparently didn’t fuck off to college—said as he trailed behind Kiri on her way to the park bench she was meeting your friend group at.

“It would look even better in my lap,” you spoke, shifting one of your legs out from under the table.

Kiri turned to you with an almost disbelieving smile, and your eyes darted down to your leg, before returning to her. An invitation. You figured it was your job to step in if she was in an uncomfortable situation, right? Any friend would. Girls helping girls, or something.

“You’re right,” she agreed, stepping over to you and plopping down to practically straddle your leg and lean back against you like she belonged there. You wrapped one arm around her waist and waved your fingers dismissively at Makeyo with your other hand.

To your surprise, Kiri stayed there in your lap for the rest of lunch, and your friends didn’t even bat an eye at it as they all talked and shared food. You definitely had no complaints.

**

At some point, these interactions bled into moments where nobody was bothering either of you. Eventually, they began happening when nobody else was around at all.

**

You were slightly out of breath as you ran into your favorite coffee shop. You had work in about ten minutes, but you’d happily be late before you tried dealing with the bullshit of your job without caffeine. You had Kiri to thank for introducing you to the cafe, since she worked there. And by some miracle, she was working that morning.

“Running late?” she asked, a teasing grin on her face.

“Very. Be glad you’re working and didn’t have to listen to my ranting about it in the group chat.”

Kiri chuckled. “You think I don’t read the group chat while working? You’re very whiny this morning.”

“Shut up,” you sneered, though there was no bite in your tone. “I need a—”

“On the counter,” she cut you off, nodding towards the pick up counter, where your drink was waiting for you.

You stared dumbly at it for a moment, before a smile spread across your face. “You’re amazing.”

“I know.”

You grabbed it and immediately brought it to your mouth to start drinking as you hurried out of the shop, giving her a grateful wave as you left.

As you got in your car, you noticed writing scrawled on the side of the cup where the customer’s name would usually go.

‘the most gorgeous girl i know’

**

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” Kiri announced, standing up. She nodded to you and asked, “You wanna come?”

You wanted to say ‘on your fingers, absolutely’—but you more appropriately answered, “Yeah, sure.”

“Why do girls do that?” Koro asked. “They always go to the bathroom together.”

Rotxo shrugged. “Mysteries of the universe.”

Kiri snagged your hand as she passed in front of you, and led you down the hallway. She didn’t say anything or look back at you, so you didn’t bother speaking either. You paused when she reached the bathroom, but she didn’t let go of your hand—pulling you right in with her. Before you could question it, she kicked the door closed and quickly brought the hand that was laced with yours up above your head, pinning it to the door as her body trapped you against it.

“Hello,” you whispered, your eyes darting down to her lips only a few inches from your own.

“I like this,” Kiri complimented, her other hand running up the side of your dress. Your eyes snapped up to meet hers when her fingers trailed across the side of your breast. “When you asked me what my favorite color was the other day, this isn't what I expected.”

“Who said it was for you?” you challenged, though it came out a bit breathier than intended. “Maybe I wore it because I like this color.”

“I’ve never seen you wear green.”

“You pay that much attention to what I wear?”

“Yes,” Kiri answered without an ounce of hesitation.

“So what if it was for you?”

“Well, if it was for me, I’d show you how much I like it,” Kiri said. She hooked her finger under your chin and ran her thumb over your bottom lip, her eyes tracing the touch. 

“It’s for you.”

She grinned, her eyes finding yours again. “I know, baby.”

Your mind was still reeling from the endearment, but she didn’t give you any time to process it, before closing the space between your faces. She released your lip just to gently suck it into her mouth, and you let her. As her soft lips moved against yours with the fervor of dancing around one another for months and finally being able to touch, to taste, you realized that you really would have let her do anything she wanted.

Heat began pooling in your stomach when she let out a quiet moan as you caressed her jaw. Fuck, you wanted to hear more of that. Your fingers trailed down her neck, down to her chest, and then paused at the feeling of the familiar twine-wrapped rose quartz pendant you’d given her. 

She suddenly hiked your leg up onto her hip, and a needy whimper fell from your lips as she firmly pressed her thigh against you. Distantly, you noted that you could feel her grin as she languidly licked into your mouth. 

“You want me?” she whispered, her breath tickling your spit-slick lips.

“For a long time,” you confirmed, using your leg to pull her firmly against your body.

Two sharp knocks on the door behind your head startled you both, and you separated, chests heaving and faces flushed.

“Get out already—I gotta pee,” Ao’nung called.

You wondered if Tsireya would forgive you for murdering her brother.

“Occupied,” you snapped.

“I will piss in Kiri’s shoes, if you guys don’t let me in there in the next thirty seconds.”

Kiri rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We should probably go.”

“Or I could buy you new shoes,” you proposed.

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughed, her hands flitting about your body to quickly fix your hair and resituate your dress. “Sexy, but ridiculous.”

“We’re really gonna let Ao’nung cockblock us?”

Kiri smirked as she tugged you closer by your waist and brushed her lips against the shell of your ear. “You’re so desperate for me. It’s hot.”

“Guys!” Ao’nung complained.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Not yet, but that sounds fun,” Kiri said as she moved you away from the door and turned the knob. “C’mon, let’s go rejoin the party. And maybe, in a bit, we can take my brother’s car for a spin. I have the keys.”

You nodded emphatically, fantasies flashing through your mind about how useful Neteyam’s spacious back seat and tinted windows were going to be.

Thank fuck you came to this stupid party.