#bubblebutt thoughts

[gamegameygames]

Damn Marguerite gotta deal with a murdered brother and a brother being the murderer. Her two closest who understood being outcasts just gone and going in the worst way. Oh, god, and their mother.

[assexpansion]

"Take a look at that! Wow! Those supplements really did a number on you." Jay's workout buddy said with a whistle as he felt up his friend's feminized ass.

He finished his assessment on whether Jay was indeed slowly changing into a plushy-assed twink with a hearty spank. Jay hated that his new body, especially his jiggly, slappable ass loved the attention. Before his buddy had offered him the workout supplements, he was a conventionally-minded, normal man, and now...

Now, the aspiring gym bro looked like a full-blown femboy, still carrying some of the masculine features from before but undeniably changed. Jay's shoulders were trimmer, and his waist had somewhat thinned along with a dozen other small, individually imperceptible alterations that together left him looking much girlier.

"What am I going to do?" Jay asked, pulling on his curly brown hair, hoping someone else could take control of the situation he'd gotten himself into.

His buddy inhaled deeply, still staring at Jay's bottom. He pried his attention away and scanned the gym.

"See that group over there?" He asked, using his chin to gesture to three women using the ellipticals. "They used to show up once or twice a month. But, since you started... blossoming. They've become regulars."

Jay's gaze drifted to the group. They were already looking in his direction and spontaneously began giggling amongst themselves at his attention. In turn, Jay began blushing. His friend clapped him on the back and whispered into his ear.

"If you keep it up, you might make a friend or two, or three. Also..." He grabbed Jay's slutty little waist and spun him around, placing his other hand on his stomach. "You could use some core training."

Jay gulped, looking down at the man's hand on his small potbelly. It was true. Despite other areas slimming down, his butt and this pesky pooch were more apparent than ever. In that moment, Jay thought it looked kind of cute, especially when his buddy's big hand was rubbing it ever so gently.

"O-okay, I'll keep it up and see wh-what happens." Jay resolved, eyes fluttering.

He continued taking the supplements, mixing them into his pre-workout shakes, and focused on doing exercises and using equipment that would shrink his stomach and his plump ass. Unfortunately, the complete opposite happened.

The next month showed a steep escalation in the young man’s transformation. Jay's bubblebutt and belly only grew from one day to the next. He had a wide, milfy ass and his once-lean stomach rounded into a softer, pudgier belly that jiggled like a bowl full of jelly with every movement. One part of his friend's plan did work, though, getting closer to the trio of women who had become his new workout partners.

They had taken Jay under their wing, half in jest and half in genuine admiration, always encouraging him with flirty comments and playful teasing.

“Look at those cute cheeks, Jay! You’re basically the hottest guy in the gym!” One would say, winking at him after each set.

“Honestly, I wish my butt looked that good,” another chimed in, eyeing his rear with a smirk.

Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Jay found himself blushing and laughing along with them. Jay began to embrace his identity, flaunting his newfound curves in snug workout attire that highlighted his figure. He loved the way his stretchy shorts clung to him, especially his belly. Every slight brush from one of the women sent tingling pulses up the young man's pregnant-looking form.

Eventually, the teasing culminated into something more thrilling. During a cooldown one afternoon, the most daring workout bunny of the three nudged him and said: “You know, we’ve been talking, and we think it’s time you joined us in the girls’ locker room. You’re practically one of us now!"

Jay’s heart raced at the prospect, both excited and nervous. He glanced at the other women, their expressions were bemused, yet there was an undeniable spark in the air. “Okay,” Jay said, feeling bold. “Let’s do it!”

The atmosphere in the locker room was entirely different from the gym floor. As the three women began to change, Jay stood awkwardly at the edge, feeling an accute shyness. With a little poking and prodding, they coaxed him into the showers' warm water.

“See? You belong here,” One said as she stepped closer, her fingers grazing his chub lightly. Jay felt a thrill run through him. “You’re really cute in that top, but you should take it off.” she added, causing Jay to blush profusely.

For @ghostypancakez!

He stripped down and joined them in the mist just before she pulled him closer, her lips crashing against his in a surprising but exhilarating kiss. Jay melted into it, feeling a rush of warmth spreading through his body. She began feeling up and squeezing his fattened ass as they made out in front of the others. As one pulled away, another would join in, kissing him softly and exploring the curves of his waist, rubbing his distended belly.

"You have such a pretty, little cock." One breathed into his ear, reaching around to squeeze his soapy member.

"And the most perfect tum!" Another agreed, bending down so she could caress and wobble his belly.

"There's just not enough of you to go around!" The third say, grinding herself into his Kardashian ass.

The feeling of their bodies pressed together in the warm shower was intoxicating. Jay felt a rush of emotions, a heady mix of thrill and vulnerability. He was coming close to a whimpering orgasm as the girls whispered sweet nothings, fingers entwined in hair and caressing soft skin. With a newfound assuredness, Jay melted into the moment, secretly thanking his old workout buddy for pushing him further.

[lustfulchaldea]

Given everybody and their Grailed knows Elizabeth's thoughts on Taomoomoo and Nero's fat galoshing tits (mostly when they're wrapped around her cock like a vice) here's a different inquiry. Which of them does she believe to better at making their thick, mana draining, bone atomizing breedflanks clap like a standing ovation at one of her concerts?

"The question isn't really quality, first off. They're both curve-bloated sowsluts built for Elidick, and they're such good girls now that they've learned that fact.~ They love making their hu~bby **cum**, after all."

It is said that the only thing that is louder than the feral slamnoises of Bazett, Castoria, and Kagetora breeding their respective harems... Is the arguing of Tamamo Bathory and Nero Bathory as they give their slamhung hubby a dual-titfuck. Arguing who deserves to make him BLOW harder, BLOW faster, and BLOW all over them with his greasy loads.

Unfortunately, 'Daddy' typically cums all over his bitchbridee before the argument concludes, and thus a winner has never been elected... And twerkclapping differs, in that regard. For, in that battle of stamina, there is a winner.

WHAPWHAPWHAPCLAPWHOPWHOPSMACKSMACKSMACKCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPPPP!!!

Tamamo is EXCELLENT at the craft of assclapping, assuming a perfect squat at all times when ordered to make it wobble. As her rear jiggles and bobbles about, that fox tail swaying as she gyrates her ass in Eli-chan's dressing room... Coated in a thick sheen of sweat, it's alluring, isn't it? Total fucking beat-off fuel for Eli-chan, the ONLY man she's let herself be married to... But it doesn't last forever. She only lasts an hour straight before needing to pause and take a break, chugging a water bottle as she huffs and puffs... But.

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMCLAPCLAPCLAPSMACKJIGGLECLAPWHAPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP!!!

NERO does not relent. A 'master' of a performer, blessed with Invictus Spiritus and higher Endurance than her rival, she is able to tear her dress's bottom off and expose her huge bubblebutt to her husband. She then gets on her knees, then on her hands... And Throws. It. The. Fuck. Back.

The brutish, imperial claptwerking is the peak of lust, just like Tamamo's, but Nero can last for HOURS, if not likely days. So no matter the measure... She outpaces.

Just in this issue, though... As far as breeding is xoncerned...~

[khaleesiofalicante]

I just sorta started reading and had a lot to say (i think i always have a lot to say lol):

I was reading the crying scene in timeline 1 and thought “oh okay so this is where that snippet [where alec throws away his shirt] is from… it’s not and I’m scared

The circumstances of their first i love you is so bad🫠 do either of them associate it with that?

Lightwood-bane babies? More like my favourite trust fund babies =)

I still haven’t digested how wealthy magnus is. I know he’s rich and all but to me Alec is still richer just cause of his family…

They don’t have any fancy homes in other countries? Honestly their property situation is shocking to me

WHAT HAPPENED?????

Omg i just remembered thomas has a british accent- i cant read with a british accent😭😭😭

What tf are those insults and why are they so funny

Why is David close to thomas and alastair?

I cant stop laughing at “he can be petty when he isn’t getting any” ITS SO TRUE both in the au and canon (how have i not realized before?)

Aw thats so sweet

Max. Oh max. Go text David or something instead

*finished timeline 2 and is feeling smiley angsty… looks to see how much more is left… oh there’s MORE*

Max chapter!!!! Finally!!!!

Am i prepared for this?

Bubblebutt💀💀

What’s PPO?

Wait they’re ROBBING the store?! What why how

Oh never mind

You go david.

Rafe and his degradation kink… honestly I’d happily experiment with that if i was with Anjali so rafe is so valid

This is such a bad idea but at least it’s not terrible :)

Update: this is the best thing ever

Yay

Imma respond to these questions because I have nothing to do (i have to write 2 reports by Monday but whatever) ;)

The wet tears shirt scene is a little further away.

I don't think they associate their first ily negatively, It';s more of a soft, sad yes, but hapyp memory :)

Magnus (in timeline 3 and 2-ish) is richer than Alec. Because Alec's family is like ONE of the richest families in NY. But Asmodeus is/was one of the richest people in the WORLD.

No, the Lightwoods don't have properties in other countries. At least Robert's line doesn't. The other international properites are owned by other Lightwoods like Gideon or Gabriel. Robert's property is the Lightwood mansion in Manhattan. Maryse has one of those luxury cabin thingies. We'll see it soon.

The insults basically mean "someone who is suspicious, annoying" and "rotten guy" (at least that's my understanding lol)

You'll find out about David and Thomastair

A PPO is a personal protection officer. Like a bodyguard. Max has one because he gets into trouble all the time lol.

[the-2-queers]

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(A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry for the late update, I've been getting used to school TT Anyways, there will be more chapters posted soon. Also Eli published a new story on their AO3!!! Check it out, we are both writing it and they are very excited to continue.)

Takemichi POV

“Go in front of me,” Senju said excitedly, “I wanna be the guy dancer.”

Takemichi froze on the spot as Senju, smoothly, maneuvered her way behind him. Takemichi raised a brow at her, turning his head to look at her better.

“Senju, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a GUY.”

Senju waved her hand dismissing his comments.

“So? Plus you got a fatter ass than me,” she said, pinching Takemichi’s butt cheek, “C’mon bubblebutt! Shake what ya got!”

Takemichi rolled his eyes at his friend's antics. Shrugging his shoulders, he accepted the situation, letting Senju do as she pleased. Swaying their hips to the music once again, they continue what they were previously doing.

That was until Senju suddenly stopped her motion, making Takemichi stand straight from where he was previously being bent over by said girl.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, but his words fell short seeing as the girl had stopped paying attention to anything and everything around her—well something ahead definitely had her attention. She stared onwards, face flushed and eyes dowy.

She let go of Takemichi just as he was about to open his mouth and rushed past the sweaty body, over across the room. Watching her, Takemichi caught a glimpse of who (he assumed) was the culprit for stealing his friend away.

“Fucking lesbians.” He grumbled, watching Senju chase to catch up with a blonde girl that stole the girl’s attention. Sighing, he pushed his way back to the makeshift bar area hoping to find his previous drink. Seeing the cup--left exactly where it was-- Takemichi took a swing at the content.

Or was about to, that is before a hand came over blocking the cup from reaching Takemichi’s mouth.

“Weren’t you ever told not to leave a drink unattended?” Takemichi's eyes moved up from the hand that grabbed the cup out of his hands, seeing it was Kisaki. Takemichi grew stiff with discomfort. He’s known Kisaki for years due to the guy being close with Hina (the thought of her dropped his mood), but he was never friends, nor even close with him.

Takemichi shook his head. “Oh right, that was stupid of me,” he chuckles. Of course Takemichi knew, he didn’t know why he even grabbed the cup in the first place.

Kisaki just shook his head in a playful way and poured Takemichi a new drink.

“Here, better to have it poured in front of you anyways.” Eyebrows said. Takemichi took the cup hesitantly--he didn’t know why Kisaki was being so nice to him, hell for most of high school Takemichi believed that Kisaki didn’t like him. Yet, here they were talking and drinking like there was no tension between them.

Takemichi started relaxing. Maybe all this time there weren't any ill feelings, maybe it just took Kisaki some time to loosen up to someone (even if it took over 4 years).

…

After a few rounds of drinks, a certain conversation came up. “Hey, Hina told me you two broke up.” Kisaki said as concern grew on his face. Takemichi was taken aback. He knew Hina and Kisaki were still friends, but why did he have to know about it. Takemichi understood Emma, but that was different.

“Oh.” was all Takemichi could say. He felt embarrassed that Kisaki knew about his personal affairs.

Kisaki continued. “Well it was for the best. Henna is too good for someone who was a troublemaker.” Takemichi bit the inside of his cheek. “I mean it was only a matter of time she was gonna realize you weren’t fit to be in her life.”

The man sounded smooth, almost comforting, but the words cut through Takemichi like a blade. He felt cold--broken, Kisaki was right, Hina was too good for him and she deserves better. She was reaching her goals, while Takemichi was just doing a major he picked at random.

Takemichi gained a bitter taste in his mouth. He took the shot glass that Kisaki held in his hand and put it down quickly. His ears ringed as the burning liquid went down his throat. He felt numb and cold, and a bit dizzy as his vision blurred from his drunken state.

Takemichi was then dragged and pushed into a chair. His head was spinning and he was so cold.

“I think you had too much to drink,” Kisaki said, “Just sit here and I’ll get you some water.” Takemichi could only nod and Kisaki walked away leaving the drunken man to his thoughts.

Hina deserved better. He made the right choice. He was just following what he was told. He wasn’t worth Hina, no she was better than him in every way. It was only a matter of time, she would have done it too. He didn’t deserve Hina

So formale, Takemichi thought as he downed the third cup Kisaki had given him. Come to think of it, Kisaki never drank from his cup. Just kept handing takemichi drink after drink. Takemichi thought that was weird, but his head was too fuzzy to focus too much on it.

Mikey’s Pov

Mikey losted Baji.

Well, not really lost, more like Baji left him (some great friend, right). He mentioned something about Chifuyu that Mikey was definitely going to make fun of the grease head about later.

The blonde made his way around the sea of sweaty and posibly horney bodies that were more like under the influence of some kind. Mikey had to unfortunately avoid the drunk offer to give him a B.J in the bathroom, which was tempting(ish), but the blonde wasn't really in the mood to have some one night stand for tonight.

This is a funny decision, taken how much of a whore he is, or so his friends say. Assholes.

leaning against the wall across the room he takes a moment to view his surroundings.

Parties weren't really much of Mikey's thing. He was a simple man with simple needs and routine. Though, this was the first party of the school year (even though he doesn't attend college) and almost all of Mikey's friends were going to attend. Plus it's not like Mikey didn't like parties, just didn't like big crowds. He hates when it's too noisy.

He scanned the room to find someone he knew (and who he didn't hook up with). Make he could stick with Kenshin if he wasn't, ya know, sharing saliva with Mikey's sister.

Mikey cringed at the thought. He did not want that image in his head.

"Um, can you give me a little space?"

Mikey's attention was caught by some guy with dark black curly hair.

Oh, fluffy hair! Mikey thought.

He was sitting at a nearby couch where a tall man with hand tattoos was trying to wrap his arm around his waist.

Mikey went closer to the two to hear better and with a condescending smile, Mikey catches the way the man's filthy hands start running over the other's body.

"C'mon beautiful, gimme a chance. Promise to make it worth your while <3" The taller man purred, strangely loud enough that Mikey can hear.

Now, Mikey wasn't one to jump into a situation like this knowing how to mind his business (so to speak), but this was different. The smaller guy seemed uncomfortable and it made the blonde disgusted. Clearly the man didn't understand basic fucking boundaries. So, without realizing, Mikey made his way over to the two and wrapped his arms around the guy's shoulders, glaring at the other.

“Excuse me, I don't think he wants anything your offering." Mikey said, pulling the slightly taller guy behind him, protectively.

The tattoo guy smiled, mockingly. "We're just getting to know each other, nothing wrong, right?" He gave a look to the guy behind Mikey, making Mikey push the guy away to create more distance between him and the tattoo guy.

"Clearly he's uncomfortable and asked you, respectfully to fuck off." The guy scoffed, stepping closer to intimidate the shorter of the three, but Mikey just stared him down with a cold gaze. "I, on the other hand, am not as respectful. So leave before something bad happens."

The two stared the other down for a few moments before the name sighed, rolling his eyes and raising his hands in surrender. "Fine. Not Like he wouldn't been much fun anyways." He chuckled then walked off, disappearing among the crowd of people.

Mikey sighed and looked over to see a pair of bright baby blue eyes staring back at him with awe. He grew flustered under the guy’s intense gaze and turned away quickly to avoid the impending blush rising to his cheeks.

“Uh-well, he’s gone now so, try standing up for yourself, alright? Would hate to ruin the festivities by breaking another guy’s face in.” The boy nodded quickly and as Mikey made a move to walk away, he grabbed onto his wrist. Tugging it back slightly.

“Dance with me?” He slurred clearly still under the influence from how many drinks he had downed earlier, Mikey assumed.

“I don't know...are you sure you’re okay to be moving around like this ?” Mikey asked, worried that the boy might pass out on the dance floor.

With a stubborn pout, he pulled Mikey towards the crowd of dancing people. Damn the guy was stubbornly strong for a drunk guy. “Dance with me,“ he demanded, adding a quick “please”. Taking the blonde's hands and placing them on his waist.

“I rather not get hit on again so just do me this one favor and a thank you.”

Without a second thought, Mikey pulls him closer with a shrug. Their bodies intertwined while the music beat against their eardrums. He felt as if he was in a daze, his partner lost in a world of their own.

Hands begin to roam, soft whispers in each other's ears while they dance, forgetting the people around. So intoxicated in their own presence.

A soft pair of lips found themselves on Mikey's neck and trailed down to his collarbone. Mikey groaned in need. This guy was going to be the end of him, he thought as the same pair of lips pressed against his.

He sucked in a gasp as the boy’s teeth nipped the side of his mouth, teasingly. Mikey’s hands wandered up the inside of his shirt, his cold hands feeling the warm skin of the guy’s back. Mikey gently sucks at the boy’s lower lip, waiting for them to part before dipping his tongue into the warmth of his mouth as he lets himself explore every inch, giving him a mind numbing sensation.

Suddenly, Mikey wouldn’t mind a quick hookup for the night.

[jaeminscoffee]

Morosis.

Morosis- The stupidest of stupidities.

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Fluff, Crack.

Word count- 1.81k

Warning- None but it's super random XD also note that i called Haechan a brat only for the purpose of carrying the storyline forward, irl i really want the 'Haechan annoying' agenda to come to an end :)

Summary- Haechan being his own kind of species the entire night.

Haechan is.. well Haechan. 

He's his own different kind of species. Don't take it the wrong way, he's extremely talented, down to earth, a really sweet human, and a mood maker. 

But on the other hand, he's a brat. A sassy, funny kind of brat.You need a whole lot of patience to deal with him. And you didn't have that.

 You loved him a whole lot though, the same for him with you, it's just, he makes you question your purpose of life from time to time. He loved making you angry, he found it cute, apparently. And together, the pair of you made everyone around you go crazy. 

Take for example this one time, you and Haechan along with his friends decided to have a movie night back at your place as your parents decided to go on a tiny vacation and your brother would stay over at his friends.

It was breaktime when you guys decided that it'd be fun if you all had a gathering at one spot kind of thing. So you stated that they could come over for a movie night, but made them promise not to break anything. 

You'd warned them about having a pet as Jeno was allergic to cats, or cat fur, or something along the line. And you'd recently gotten her along with your brother. 

All of you walk down the corridor towards your lockers, placing in unwanted books, taking the ones needed after the last bell rang. 

Once you are all done packing up, you meet up by the entrance of your school building, planning what you all want to watch at night. 

"So, how to train your dragon? Good choice, good choice" Haechan said, after you and Chenle decided on what movie you'd watch, it's a classic,but everyone loves it so rewatching it won't do any harm. 

"Be there, sharp at 7pm or I'm starting it without you" you exclaim looking at each one of them, double looking at Jaemin with your eyebrows raised. "Especially you." Jaemin did a solute gesture as the others laughed at the two of you.

"Okay losers, see you at Y/n's. Try coming earlier if possible" Haechan said, pulling you out the gates and onto the streets once you all said your goodbyes for then. 

Having a brother meant running out of snacks to munch on more than quarter of the time. So you and Haechan walked down the streets, talking along about how the day was and other random talking, coming across a convenience store.

You enter after playing rock, paper and scissors to see who'd pay for all the snacks. "Literally, no backing away, don't even try acting cute to get the other person to pay along with you" you said, narrowing your eyes knowing what move Haechan would pull if he'd lose. "Alright, cool with me baby just stick to your words hm?" he said, with a smug look on his face. 

Having to spend half of your allowance isn't the best feeling ever. It sucks. Especially having your own boyfriend call you boomer and walk out of the store after you'd lost, waiting beside it where there was an ice cream stand, eating when you were struggling to select which you wanted the most. 

After getting enough snacks to last throughout the night, you walk out of the store with a huge bag in your hand, the bill in the other and a grumpy look on your face. At least Haechan was kind enough to take the bag out of your hand and even brought you an ice cream after laughing at you for five solid minutes. 

"So, how's your piano lessons going?" Haechan asked you as the two of you took a turn towards the street leading to your house, it was past 6:15 pm when you actually started heading home, stopping here and then to eat from each street food stalls you'd come across, this time around, Haechan paying for it. 

"It's going good, isn't the easiest when my fingers just won't cooperate" you let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning your head against Haechan's shoulder while you walked up to the door to unlock it as he slightly nudged your head away so that you could open the door faster. 

"You'll master it, baby. It just needs time and talent" he said to which he earned a smack at the back of his head. "Shut it, dimwit" you reply, hanging the keys on the hook beside the door. 

Upon hearing the sound of the key, your cat, more precisely your four week old kitten, jumped off the tiny makeshift bed you'd made for her with comforters, making your way towards you, meowing in her tiny voice. 

Once she reached you she started rubbing herself against the material of your legging, you pick her up, "Hey bubbles! Did you miss mommy?" you speak as though you were talking to a baby. Not getting any reply, obviously you turn towards your boyfriend, who stood beside you, looking at your cat with nothing but love and affection. 

"Can I carry her..?" he asked in a cautious tone, not wanting to scare the cat. 

"Of course!" you reply, handing over bubbles to Haechan. He carried her, looking all over her before lifting her high up in the air like they did to Simba in the Lion King. 

"Babe.. Y/n..she oof-" he started, looking at the cat and then at you, "bro, your dragon looks dope" he said in an amused voice, nuzzling into bubbles' tiny fur coat. You had so much expectation for what he'd say when he started, but he's Haechan, what were you expecting. 

"Haechan.. She's literally, oh my god that's my cat. Not a dragon" you say, face palming, trying to get bubbles out of his grip, him turning away, shielding the feline from your reach. 

"I know, I'm not blind" Haechan said in an obvious tone, making his way towards the couch, settling in to play with the fur ball as you make your way towards the kitchen to place all the snacks away. 

"Then why would you call her a-..actually nevermind don't answer that question" you sigh.

Not even five minutes later you hear the doorbell ring, you look at Haechan to see if he'd open the door, to which he merely glared at the door and returned back to the cat. You make your way towards the front, opening the door to find three of your friends. "Hey guys, you're earlier than expected so come help me set the snacks" you said, not bothering to greet any of them individually, dragging Jaemin with his hands because you know he'd actually help you. 

"Babe! Who's it-oh hey Renjun" you ignore him and turn around to take a bowl to put the popcorn in, turning towards Jaemin to ask him to get the soda's "Jaem?" you call out, finding not a soul with you in the kitchen. 

You walk out of the kitchen towards the front as you hear loud noises from there. "Jaem you are supposed to be helping me-" you say with your hands over your face, rubbing it.

"You named your cat bubblebutt? That's genius!" Jeno exclaimed from beside Renjun, sneezing momentarily as the latter nodded along, all three looking at you, expecting an explanation. 

"I.. What?" you asked, confused as you could ever be. 

"You! Named your kitten bubblebutt! It suits her though" Renjun said. You look at Haechan stolidly, as he laughs at your expression. 

"Her name's bubbles" you look at them one by one "B U B B L E S, get it? Now come on Jaemin we need to get started with the movie" you look at him, he nodded and got up from the couch, making his way towards you. 

Fifteen minutes in setting up the floor, the TV, the couch, everyone had already come in and made themselves comfortable. Having Haechan introduce your feline to the rest of the boys, you having to tell them what her real name is.

"Everyone quiet down, let's do a check before we start the movie" Mark said, standing up.

"Alright all eight of us are here. Now for the snacks. Chips?" "Got it" Jisung replied.

"sodas" "check" Chenle said.

"Candies?" "Gotchu" Jaemin replied.

"Bagel bites?" Renjun did a finger gun,

"Popcorn?" "I have them!" you answer.

"Who's going to prepare ramen once we run out of pizza?" "I thought we already decided that would be me" Haechan replied from beside you, cat still in his hand.

"And me, Jeno and Jaemin are the one's paying for the pizza! Okay we're all set" Mark ended, passing the remote to you, pressing the start button. 

The movie started, everyone was indulged in the movie, the only sounds made being from speakers and that of pop cans, and other snacks..and Haechan's murmuring. 

He'd been the only one not paying attention to the screen, rubbing bubbles' stomach, scratching her fur, and even cuddling up to her to keep her warm. His excuse 'I've already watched the movie five times, and bubblebutt is way cuter than toothless'

Alright then so be it, play with the cat but he could've done it quieter. But no. 

"bubblebutt~" 

"bubble bubble bubblebuttt"

"bubble bath, bubblebutt-" "Haechan shush" you hush him in a low voice, not wanting to disturb the others.

"What? OH LOOK HICCUP'S WINNING" Haechan exclaimed as the others cheered along. It went on quiet for a while. But Haechan and quiet can never belong in the same sentence. 

"bubbles. Bubblebutt, definitely cuter"

"It even rolls out the tongue smoother, bubblebutt"

"bubblebutt, bubblebutt, don't worry, your butt will be bubblier once you grow bigger" he poked the poor cat's butt, to which she snarled, settling back in calmly as Haechan gave her scratches. 

"Bubblebuttttttt~" he sang out. 

"Haechan stop it" you whine, not being able to concentrate on the movie due to the constant buzzing sound coming from your boyfriends end

"Oh this? Bubblebutt, bubble bubble bubblebut, does this annoy you, princess?" he said, carrying the cat in his arms and hitting you softly with her. 

"Babe, i mean it, just. Stop. " you say trying not to scream. But he kept going, that's Lee Haechan. 

"Bubblebutt"

"stop"

Bubblebutt."

"Lee Haechan."

"bubbleee.. Butt?"

"Haechan I mean it, quit it. Now"

"How about a bubble. Bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble bubble but-"

"Jesus can you quit it?!" you scream out, finally losing your shit, as the boy beside you burst into a fit of laughter. 

The movie was paused, god bless, Jisung's soul. You take the cat gently from Haechan's hold, handing it over to Jaemin, who sat beside you, snickering the entire time.

"Lee Haechan you asked for it" you jump at him with your fist up in the air as the boy screeched out loud. 

"Ah shit, there they go again"

[taeslovehandles]

The commercial - Shortstory

It had been quite a while since Seokjin was able to enjoy his games freely. Play long into the night while trying to win against Yoongi and Jimin that had picked up Teamfight Tactics because of him.

The lockdown was annoying, mostly because the members couldn't see their fans at all, but it also meant more freetime. All the members were finally able to pick up hobbies and activities they hadn't been able to do with their fully packed schedules.

It was great and most of the group actually spend time with their families or meeting friends. Seokjin however played games. A lot of them. All day and all night. He had ordered takeout and drank lots of soda. Taehyung and Jungkook often came by to eat and play together and sometimes Hoseok would visit with cupcakes and new receipts for his Hyung to try.

The year went by quickly and with it came changes. Heavy changes. Sitting all day without exercising and constantly stuffing your face had it's toll. And it was showing.

-Knock Knock-

Nothing. Seokjin didn't hear ithe knock. He was too panicked finding jeans that still fit him.

"Hyung?"

A shirt landed on Namjoons face.

"Hyung what are you doing in here?!"

"Joonie...Joonie I'm having some issues okay? Look." He pulled his way too tight shirt up to reveal a proud and sagging belly with wide and thick love handles. But the most prominent feature was his wide bubblebutt. It was massive.

"Oh."

"This is a bigger problem that a simple 'Oh' Joonie. These were my fat jeans Joonie. My fat jeans won't go over my thighs!"

That was a problem. But Namjoon couldn't shake the thought away how unbelievably hot his Hyung looked like that. To his demise his reddened cheeks couldn't either.

"Uhm... That is an issue but... I actually came here to ask if you read the group chat for the new schedule?"

"No. As you may have noticed I got bigger problems right now." Massive problems.

Namjoon bit his lips. "Well..."

"What is it?" Seokjin tried once more to get his tight shirt over his belly. It didn't even cover half of it. Good god he really let himself go.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his head. "Well the news you're about to hear won't be good ones then."

"Just tell me already. It can't be worse than this." He gestured to his body as he slightly jumped up and down. Everything jiggled. God Namjoon was glad he was wearing wide sweatpants and a hoodie to cover his erection.

"Well. The company accepted a new agency and we are having a shooting tomorrow for a commercial clip."

"Oh." Now it was Seokjin that said it. His eyes widened as his brain slowly realized what that meant. "Oh my fucking god. This is..."

"Bad?"

"Terribly bad. Shit. What am I supposed to do now Joonie!?" Seokjin truly panicked now. He had nothing to wear. How was he even. Fuck.

"Suits."

"What?"

"They told us to wear suits for the shooting. That's all I know." Namjoons red cheeks were still pronounced on his face. He only eyed Seokjins rare like five times.

"Oh god. I can't wear my suit though?"

"Well-" And Namjoon hated himself for suggesting something that was obvious but he was literally drooling over Seokjins wide ass. "Maybe your suit still fits? You should try it. The fabric is more stretchy. You didn't gain that much." He did. Seokjin looked like a version that ate Seokjin. Each asscheek as big as one curled up Seokjin. No way was the man gonna fit in his old suit. But Namjoon couldn't help himself. He needed to see this.

"No I haven't tried them on yet. Let's see." Rummaging through his closet, Seokjin pulled his black suit out and held it over his body. "And you really think -that- still fits in there?" He grabbed part of his jiggly big butt.

"It might be a bit tight but it should fit." Why was Namjoon like that. It wouldn't fit. Not in a million years.

"Alright then let's try it. Nothing to lose."

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A disaster. It had been a disaster. Not only did Seokjin rip the button of his pants but also ripped his entire shirt open at the seams. And if that hadn't been bad enough the poor man also ended up splitting his pants in the process of hunching over to pick up the popped button from the ground, presenting Namjoon with his wonderful underwear. An underwear that had also been too small revealing a big asscrack. Great.

-sniff-

"What am I supposed to do now Joonie?" Seokjins eyes looked teary. He was about to burst into tears.

"Hey shh. It's okay. I know a shop that basically lives off of situations like this."

"People getting too fat for their suits?"

Namjoon pinched Seokjins nose. "No dummy. People that need a custom tailord suit within 24h. I'll call them and we buy you a new one for tomorrow okay?"

Rubbing his nose Seokjin looked hopeful now. "Okay...Thank you Jonnie. You are a life saver."

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The suit had been made with ease and Seokjin looked presentable for the shooting the next day. Namjoon had been nice enough to inform the other members about their Hyungs 'weight struggles' and asked them to be scincere as well as to not mention it around him or stare too much.

But it was hard not to stare. The man that entered the shooting was huge. Seokjin had really packed on the pounds this past year. So much that his butt had touched the door frame on both sides slightly. The members did not mentioned his weight gain nor did they stare. At least not when Seokjin was looking.

"Hey guys. Sooo does anyone know what this shooting is for? What commercial are we filming?" Seokjin asks curious but also a bit embarrassed. No one had said anything about his new figure yet. He was glad they didn't but he still felt out of place.

"Hyundai is revealing their new S Class and we will be the new ambassadors for them. It's a huge deal apparently." Yoongi answers.

"Oh. Okay. Cars. No that's. That's cool." Seokjin was starting to sweat. He hadn't sat in a car for a year and didn't know if he would even fit in one anymore.

"Do you know if we-"

"Alright guys. Please come over here and stand infront of the car. I want three of you sitting down and the other four standing around it please." The director yells from across the room.

Standing. Seokjin would definitely stand. He scooted next to Namjoon on the left side of the car to slightly lean against it. Somehow look cooler.

The director looked at them and took some test shots before directing them for multiple different shots. Some with everyone walking toward the camera. Some with units of two to three and Seokjin really thought he would be able to finish this without getting into any uncomfortable situations. He thought that too soon.

"Alright. I will be taking action unit shots now. I want Mr.Kim and Mr.Park for this one please. Just stand next to the car for now please."

Seokjin did as he was told until the director kept rubbing his beard. "Mhmm actually. Can Mr.Kim please sit inside the car and get out after Mr.Park says his line?"

"Sure." Oh god Oh god Oh god no why please. At first Seokjin kept calm. He opened the door and sat inside. Or more so let his heft pull him into the tiny seat. His belly was in the way and he couldn't close the door because of it but the director seemed to like the casual look of Seokjin only sitting halfway in it with his legs outside.

Jimin said his line and then it was over. Seokjin tried to get up and out of the seat but his butt wouldn't budge. He tried again. Nothing.

Jimin whispered. "What are you doing. Get up?"

"I can't." Seokjin whispered back. "I'm stuck." Oh this was a nightmare. How in the world was Seokjin supposed to get out of this with his pride in tact?

"Cut." The director glanced at Seokjin when he spoke more firmly. "Mr.Kim is there a problem?"

"Oh uhm. No. It's just." He laughed akwardly. "You see. I really like this car and I was thinking maybe I could just keep sitting in it for this tape?"

The director cocked his brow as he obviously looked the man up and down.

"I agree!" Jimin came to his rescue. "Wouldn't it be a more dynamic shot if Seokjin keeps sitting and me walking toward him as I say my line? That way the car would be more in the focus." Jimin you smart son of a bitch. Seokjin truly loved his members.

"Mhmm. Alright let's try it!" The director sat back on his chair and Jimin winked at Seokjin before leaving to get ready for his walking scene.

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It was a blast. The scene looked good and right after Jimins and Seokjins shot they switched to another car color with Namjoon and Hoseok. This gave everyone else time to figure out how to get Seokjin out of that damn car.

"Wait don't pull on my suit! It's gonna rip!"

"Hyung we need to grab you somewhere though. " Taehyung pouts.

"Yah. Less talking more pushing." Yoongi had climbed onto the front seat and was pushing into Seokjins butt to somehow get him free.

"This isn't working." Jimin states.

"It would work if you'd help me push or pull him." Yoongi was out of breath. But not giving up.

God Seokjin just wanted to disappear into the ground and never come back out again. His members hands were everywhere on him. Squishing his fat without succeeding in getting him out. He had never felt so embarrassed.

It took them 15 minutes until they finally managed to pull him out of the car seat. Unfortunately Seokjin had somehow managed to press one side of his butt against the steering wheel and the hall was filled with a loud honk.

Whoever had been busy and not staring at the members did now. And Seokjin was standing there with his jacket open and a ridden up shirt that revealed his jiggly lover belly as well as wide hips poking out of his pants.

He stood there and laughed akwardly. He had to diet. He'd start tomorrow. Or maybe in a few days.

[gamegameygames]

I find it confusing for people saying the detective was stupid not to suspect Vasili at all considering in chapter 13 you get two chances to focus on him by your choices and I think there's also an option to comment how his speech elevates him. The mc doing it automatically for you takes a way from the mystery. Where's the fun in guessing when your mc points it out themselves?

So many were saying they suspected Vasili but the more chapters kept making them unsure and bouncing from on to another, which i think was great cause it parallels how the players and the mc juggle through the suspects too.

[yikesharringrove]

Steve and Billy are hanging out at Cherry Lane and Steve goes on Billy's computer while Billy's in the bathroom to look something up and accidentally pulls up the page he had open the night before which is a porn hub search for "brunette twink". Steve contemplates whether or not he should keep it to himself (and whether or not he gets caught by Billy is up to you

No smut, but vague descriptions of porn (I just say the titles of videos but they use a lot of sexual buzzwords lol).

Steve’s computer went dark.

He was sitting on Billy’s bed as they did their homework. Steve was plonking through an essay, Billy taking “breaks” from his math to read it over his shoulder and offer up suggestions.

He slammed random keys, trying to make it not dead.

“Fuck.” Steve looked around, grabbing Billy’s laptop from its place charging on the nightstand. He opened it, squinting as he poked in his password.

He blinked as it opened up to pornhub, specifically gay pornhub. Steve knew Billy was gay, knew he had to be in the closet for his own safety, so that didn’t shock him. He hadn’t told Billy about his own attraction to men, of his attraction to Billy.

What took him aback were the videos, all listed under the search for brunet twink. He stared at the videos, these dark haired guys getting fucking railed.

He pressed the back arrow, kinda, kinda interested in what else Billy looked up.

It switched to a video under the brunet twink search, one entitled Cute Twink Gets Spanked and Fucked. Steve stared with wide eyes, clicking the back button again.

The next video was called Femboy Rimmed Before Taking it Raw. Back. Bratty Bottom Takes Daddy’s Hard Cock. Back. Stud Breeds Skinny Twink.

He kept clicking back through videos. Not only were there a fuckton of them, like Jesus Billy, who watches this much porn in a fucking night, they all featured some beefy guy absolutely pounding into a cute brunet twink. A cute brunet twink that kinda, they all kinda looked like Steve.

Was he a twink? He’d never really thought about it, didn’t know all the classifications outside of twink and bear really. He wasn’t as skinny as these guys, had more lean muscle, broad shoulders. But he did have a small waist, and he always thought his hips were a little feminine, his ass. And of course, compared to Billy, who’s all broad, thick muscle, he supposed maybe, maybe he was a bit of a twink. And their smooth skin did look as pale and soft as Steve’s.

“What’s up, Stevie?” Steve startled, blinking up at Billy, slamming the laptop shut.

“Uh, nothing. My, my computer died so I, I borrowed yours.” Billy picked up the laptop, tugging it out of Steve’s tight grip with one eyebrow raised.

“Well, let me see what you’ve written so far.” He opened it, furrowing his brow at what was on it. “Why were you goin’ through my porn from last night?” Steve shrugged.

“Just, was lookin’. Are they, are they all from last night?” Billy laughed sitting down heavily next to Steve, clicking out of Femboy Bubblebutt with Cumshot.

“Dude, I’m stuck in this shitty hick town, that has no fucking queers in it. I haven’t gotten ass in months.” He put the laptop on Steve’s knees, opened to Google Docs. “Finish your essay.”

He went over to the couch he had squished in his room, kept doing his homework like Steve hadn’t just found out that Billy watches porn with guys that look like Steve.

He couldn’t focus on his essay, kept stealing glances at Billy, kept thinking about the videos he saw, thinking about him and Billy in those situations.

He realized he was actually getting kinda hard, picturing Billy slamming into him, filling him up, covering him in cum.

Billy stood up, stretching his arms above his head, making his shirt come up a little but, exposing the soft trail of hair that lead under his jeans. Steve stared at it.

“You haven’t written a damn thing, Pretty Boy.” Steve blinked, flashes of one of the videos, of Pretty Boy Throat Fuck.

“Sorry I just, you know my brain. Get all. Distracted.” Billy smiled softly at him.

“What, gay porn throwing off your delicate straight boy sensitivities?”

“Just the sheer amount of it. You really watch all those videos in one sitting?” Billy laughed, flopping back on the bed.

“I mean, I’m not like furiously whacking off the whole time. I like to kinda get myself pent up, makes for a good orgasm.” Steve could feel his face going hot. He thought about Billy getting himself pent up, figuring Steve until he cried and made a mess of himself until he felt he was hard enough to get going. He made a little hmmn noise in acknowledgement. Billy kicked him lightly.

“Why you bein’ so weird, Stevie?” Steve shrugged. Billy kicked him again.

“Just, didn’t know you had a type, is all.” It came out way harsher than he meant it, but he, his mind was reeling.

“Jesus. You gonna be so judgy about it, stop fucking asking.” Steve closed the laptop. He sighed heavily.

“I’m not being judgy-”

“No, you are. You knew I’m gay, but this is the first time you’ve actually had to face it head-on. If you’re fucking, disgusted by me or something, then just get the fuck out, because I don’t need that from you-”

“I’m bi.” Billy sat up, staring at Steve.

“Don’t bullshit around with me.” Steve looked down at the floor, knew Billy used bullshit on purpose.

“I’m not. I, I like guys. Too. In addition to liking girls.”

“Yeah, I know what bi means. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’ve never told anyone.” He whispered it to his socked feet. “I just, I’m not being judgy. Just didn’t know you had, had such a strong type is all.” Billy was giving him a weird look.

“Seriously, Pretty Boy. What’s going on? Most people have types.”

“You’re type is me.” Billy clenched his jaw. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“You’re actually really not. I don’t, I don’t really have a type. Just kinda fucked around, whoever was down for it. But then, then I came here, and I fucking, I fucking met you, and, and I’m pretty much obsessed with you.” Steve’s stomach was fluttering.

“So you, you watch that kinda stuff, and you picture me.” Billy stood abruptly, pacing in front of the bed.

“Look, I’m sorry. You’re probably totally grossed out, and I get it, so you can, you can punch me in the face if you want and storm outta my life, but-” He didn’t get to finish.

Steve stood up, pulling Billy in by his t-shirt, slamming their mouths together.

It was awkward at first, Billy was rigid against Steve, and just as Steve was about to call it a loss, pull back and apologize, Billy arms came up, wrapping tight around his waist. He moaned into the kiss, started moving his mouth with Steve’s, licked into his mouth, made Steve shiver and whine. He bit Steve’s bottom lip gently before pulling back.

“Shit, Stevie. Been wanting to do that since I saw those pretty lips a’ yours.” He planted a wet kiss to Steve’s cheek. “If all it took was you findin’ out that I jack of to thoughts of you, woulda told you way sooner.” He was grinning, arms still tight around Steve’s waist.

“Yeah, coulda made those thoughts come true a long time ago.” Billy groaned, planting his face into Steve’s shoulder.

“Don’t tempt me like that. I’m about two seconds away from just having my fucking way with you.” Steve pressed a kiss to the side of his head, leaning to breathe into his ear.

“Dare ya.”

[ultram0th]

I love some of the pics you’ve made of big muscled cops. Do you think you could turn me into a totally massive one?

"Damn it," your police chief huffed as you waddled into his office. "That's the fourth uniform this week that you've hulked out of!"

"Sorry, Chief," you blushed, looking down at yourself.

You're the biggest cop on the force, towering over every other guy you work with. That, and you easily outsize them by at least one hundred pounds of rock hard muscle. You're a wall of muscle, looking like you should be a superheavyweight competitive bodybuilder as opposed to a police officer. Your bowling ball sized biceps constantly bulge out of your short sleeves, and your rotund pecs tore through your tight uniform shirts with ease. Even your uniform pants looked they were painted on, your massive thick quads looking incredibly large as they strained against your uniform. The sheer size of your legs reduced your strut to a cumbersome waddle, and your nearly inflexible arms forced your limbs outward at an awkward angle.

Unfortunately, your super-sized musculature sometimes led to your suspects escaping, easily outrunning the muscled up bodybuilder cop who waddled around the city blocks.

Your face flushed red, your massive pecs out in the open in front of your boss since your shirt had burst to shreds... again. You'd tried to flirt with a cute guy who'd been trying to sweet talk himself out of a ticket (it worked), and you'd playfully flexed your enormous muscletits-- RIIIPPP! Your muscletits had completely ruined your shirt for the umpteenth time since you'd gotten hired.

"Sorry, Chief," you apologized to your older boss. "I keep buying the largest size they have, but none of them seem to fit."

Your boss hummed, deep in thought, before perking up. "Okay, I think I have an idea," he finally said, a smile audible in his voice.

-- -- --

You signaled at the waiting taxi, giving the driver the okay to proceed down the street. As he passed by, his jaw hung low as he eyed your massive muscles up and down.

You couldn't help but smirk as you held up an arm to stop the other lane of traffic, your enormous bicep flexing with power as you moved.

Your chief had decided to move you to traffic duty, placing you in the middle of the intersections whenever some of the traffic lights went out. You didn't mind at all; in fact, you loved it! You got to show off your massive muscles for the whole city to see.

Speaking of, your chief finally helped you with your uniform problem.

Now, instead of having to cover your big muscles in some confining shirt and pants combo, your newly approved police uniform is a pair of blue speedos. You can affix your belt to it, and just put your hat on-- and that was it!

While on duty, your bodybuilder physique was constantly on display. Your plump pecs protruded far out in front of you, your nubby nipples constantly hard from the cool breeze passing over them. Your arms could flex with power without the worry of ruining another shirt. Your bubblebutt shifted in your tight speedos, the back of your uniform riding up between the huge cheeks and sometimes looking more like a thong. The sheer size of your enormous quads forced your bulge out and in front, your large cock and balls barely contained in the small pouch.

A grin on your face, you threw both of your massive arms above your head and flexed, showing the city just how huge the biggest cop on the force is.

[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 17

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

There’s 3 different P.O.V.’s in this chapter you guys! Lmaooo 

Previous Chapter

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(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

Seeing him begging for forgiveness the other day has made me think of a lot of things. He looked so hurt and it made me want to hold him in my arms and forgive him right then and there, but I couldn’t shake the thought of what he had done.

I’m so conflicted. I just want to punch him in his perfect teeth but I also just want to kiss those plump lips of his. I know I said that I didn’t want anything to do with him and that we’re over… but I still can’t help but feel differently. My head says one thing but my heart says another.

He’s still holding onto the hope that we can be together and I don’t know whether to push him away or kiss him. I don’t know what to do. Maybe I’m overreacting? Am I just saying that to myself just because I love him and I want to start over?

Pfft what am I even saying? He’s the one who threw it all away, not me.

“C’mon, (Y/N), tell me something about yourself.” Johann said as he leaned in and rested his chin on his hand on the table between us. “There’s not much to tell.” I took a sip of my coffee as he shook his head. “Not much to tell? Everybody has a story, nena. I’m just interested to know what yours is.” He smiled. “Let’s start off with one thing..”

“One thing. Okay uh..” I thought for a moment. “Something simple. Maybe something nobody else knows about you..?” I cleared my throat. “Um.. I can dance.”

“Enserio?” He asked and I nodded. “Yeah.” I chuckled. “Not many people know, but it’s the truth. I haven’t been able to really dance in a while because I’ve been busy, so I’m hoping to get back into it.”

“You gotta show me your dance moves one of these days.” He smiled. “I don’t know about that. Maybe one day.” I took another sip of my drink. “Mmm what about you?” It was my turn to ask. “Ahh there’s not much to tell.” He chuckled, picking up one of his tacos from his plate as I raised my eyebrow. “Now you’re using my words against me.” We continued talking for a few minutes before it became quiet between us.

I wish I was with Joel at this moment in time and not with one of his friends. This still feels kind of wrong and I don’t know why I’m even doing this. Hanging out with him just doesn’t feel the same as being with Joel. I know he said that he’ll help me get over him, but is that really what I want?

I moved a strand of hair away from my face. “Joel came to visit me the other day..” I said. “Oh, really?” He lifted up his head slightly and folded his arms across his chest. “And what did he want?”

“He just wanted to apologize and wants another chance.” I looked down at the empty plate in front of me as I thought about Joel’s tear stained face engraved in my mind. “He wants me to go to the airport so… I can go with him. So we could, I don’t know.. see the world, as he put it..”

“So.. are you going to give it to him or..?” I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. “I don’t know… I want to. I really really  want to, but – ”

“You’re seriously thinking about it?” He cut me off. “Well no I… I mean..” He shook his head and sighed. “Mira, (Y/N), listen to me and listen to me well..” He started off. “He’s not worth it. Do you think he’s actually gonna have time for you considering the schedule he has? He’s busy 24/7..” He took my hand in his own and it just felt… weird.

“It’s time for you to forget about him and move onto more important things. You need to move on with your life and not wait around for someone who can’t give you the time of day and put in the work.” He smiled and rubbed his thumb over the top of my hand. “I… I guess you’re right.” I mumbled, slowly nodding my head. 

“Trust me… I know what you need.”

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“Is there anything else I can help you with?” I asked the customer as they shook their heads. “No, I think that’s about it. Thank you.” I nodded as they walked through the isles to get what they wanted. I sighed an continued hanging clothes on the racks as Andrea walked up to me. “Hey bubblebutt.” She smiled at me and I chuckled. “Hey numnuts.”

“How are you feeling today?” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. “I’m fine.” I picked up another article of clothing and put it in a hanger as one of her hands rested on her hip. “Are you really?” I nodded. “Mhmm..” She sighed and handed me some clothes so she had a reason to be standing next to me and talk. “I hung out with Johann recently.” I spoke.

“Johann? From.. the cookout?” She asked and I nodded. “Yeah, he’s been wanting to check up on me and see how I’m doing.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s that going?”

“I’m not really sure. He’s nice but.. I don’t know. I’m kind of at a loss right now.” I hung up the last pieces of clothing onto the racks as I sent someone else to go put them away while I stood there talking with her. “I don’t really know how I feel about him.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “When we met him, something just didn’t quite feel right.”

“Well, he was truthful with me. He told me that he found out what Joel was doing and thought that I should know firsthand what was going on. He had the balls to tell me and Joel didn’t.” I looked around and saw Enrique talking to customers that needed help with something. “I feel like he would tell me the truth even though it hurts. I respect honesty, you know that Andrea. That’s one of the reasons why I’ve been seeing him.”

“And the other reason?” She asked as I saw Enrique looking over at his lover and wondered why someone can’t genuinely look at me like that – with love in their eyes. “… A distraction..?”

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious.”

“And that’s what it is. It’s nothing serious.” I said. “You’re hanging out with one of his best friends. How do you think this will end?” She asked and shook her head. “(Y/N), I’m telling you this because I love you… but something isn’t quite right about him. Frankly, I don’t know why Joel ever associated himself with someone like him but that’s besides the point.” She gave me a sad smile.

“I know what that little shit did, but.. I knew there was something magical between you two. If only you could see the way he looked at you would you understand what I’m trying to say. I’m all for women empowerment and how we don’t need no man, but honey… that man loves you, despite of what he did.”

It’s almost as if I’m asking myself if I should stay or if I should go. Johann told me to forget about him and move on, and Andrea said that I should listen to my heart and don’t give up on love.

I gave her a small smile and saw a customer walking towards us, getting ready to ask us a question. “Hi, I’d like to try these clothes on.” I nodded and handed her a number. “Just go right on in.”

I’m so confused.

~1 Week Later~

Joel’s P.O.V.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I went to go to (Y/N)’s house begging for forgiveness a few days ago. She wants nothing to do with me anymore and it’s all my fault. I lost her… I completely lost her and I have no one else to blame but me. I found myself subconsciously going out of my way to make her laugh and felt myself gravitating towards her more and more and then I fucked it up in the end.

“Joel, c’mon! We’re gonna be late!” Erick said as he was quickly grabbing his things and making sure he had all the things he needed. “Tour starts today!” I got up from bed and quickly grabbed my shoes. I haven’t heard from her these past few days and I’m praying to God that she’ll be at that airport. I know she said that she didn’t want anything to do with me, but I don’t know… I just.. I have a feeling that she might be there. I don’t know how to explain it, but I do. Maybe there’s a chance for us to start all over again? Maybe she’ll surprise me?

I did a quick over check to make sure I had everything. Suitcase? Check. Passport? Check. Phone? Check.

I haven’t mentioned the whole situation to anybody just yet. I guess I had kind of hoped that I could fix us before we left. That maybe I wouldn’t have to explain to everyone why I suddenly stopped talking to (Y/N). I walked around the room to see if I’m missing anything as Erick opened the door and started walking out, me following behind him. “Let’s go.” He smiled.

The whole ride to the airport had me anxious. Will she be there? Did I do enough to get through to her so we could start over? I really don’t know. She said she loved me…

I guess this moment will tell me if we still have a chance. I’ll pay for her ticket so she can come with me and I can show her places she’s never been to before… or I’ll stay here if she wants me to so I can mend the broken bond between us.

“C’mon guys. Our flight leaves in 25 minutes. We gotta hurry up!” Clara spoke as we all got out of the car and ran inside the airport. We handed over our luggage that passed into the aircraft hold, went through security gates and into the departures hall and I still didn’t see her. There’s only a few minutes left. Please, (Y/N)… please tell me you’re coming.

I paced back and forth, looking side to side in hopes that she’ll come running through the door. “Joel?” I heard someone’s voice calling my name. I turned around, hoping to see her beautiful face, but was a bit bummed when I saw it was just Johann. “Hey dude. What are you doing here?” I asked as I walked up to him and greeted him with a hug.

“I heard you were leaving today, so I figured I’d see you real quick for a few minutes.” He smiled as I looked around. “Hey uh.. quick question. I know you don’t really know (Y/N) all that well, but.. have you seen her here at all? Do you know if she’s here?”

He shook his head. “No man, I haven’t seen her since the cookout.” My shoulders slumped as I thought about the last time we spoke. “Are you expecting her?” He asked. “I was.. I was kind of hoping that she would come and see me.”

“Man, I don’t know if that’s gonna be possible.” He swayed from side to side as he looked down at his watch. “Well, you don’t know that.” I sadly chuckled and thought back to our last conversation.

“Well as a matter of fact, I do.” He placed his hands inside the pockets of his jeans and looked up at me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Joel, I’m not stupid..” He raised his eyebrow and gave me a small smile. “Let’s stop beating around the bush and talk about the elephant in the room.” He walked closer and spoke. “I know.. that she knows your secret..” I backed away from him and cleared my throat.

“She’s not coming.” He stated. “How do you know?” I asked.

“Dude, the way how she left Christopher’s made it pretty obvious. The look on her face… yikes.” I frowned at the thought of her crying because of me. “But there’s still a chance – ” He chuckled and shook his head. “No way. Open your eyes, Joel.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and side smiled at me. “You lost her buddy. I’m sorry.”

“Johann?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking about that night for a little while and I’ve had the same question pop up in my head over and over again..” I said and slowly shrugged his hand off my shoulder. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

It just dawned on me…

“How did she find out anyways? You were like the one person I told my secret to and the night she met you… everything changed.” His posture changed for a split second before reverting back to how he was. “What are you saying? You think I  told her or something?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Accusing me? Me?  Seriously?” I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed. “Joel, I’m your best friend. You’re confused and hurt and I get it! I’m not gonna hold what you say to me against you because of what you’re feeling. Besides, we don’t have time to get into it. You need to get on your flight.” He started to slowly push me to the gates before I stopped him.

“No no no wait a minute, I’m being serious.” I turned around and glanced back to see if she’ll be there. “How did she find out?”

“Joel, this is silly! You need to – ”

“What? I need to what?” I opened my arms and I could feel my anger rising. “Johann, I need answers now. Did you do it?”

Silence.

No answer is an answer.

“You told her, didn’t you?” I asked, confirming to myself. “You lying – backstabbing – son of a bitch. I trusted you!” He held up his pointer finger and slowly spoke. “I’d be very careful on how you word your next sentence, Joel.”

“Or what? What else can you possibly do?”

“Joel, c’mon! We gotta go!” Christopher spoke as I saw him walking towards the gate. “Looks like you’ll find out soon enough.” He reached down and held up my luggage. “I suggest you get on that plane and start that tour. I’m sure the cncowners would love  to know what’s in store.”

“You’re not gonna say anything.” I pointed at his chest. “I’ve worked too fucking hard for this and I’ll be damned if you – ”

“Joel!” I heard Clara’s voice coming closer to me. “We have to go! Now!” I turned to look at her before putting my attention back on Johann. “You’re gonna stay away from her too.”

“Oh, am I?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not gonna be here and she’s gonna need someone to.. be her shoulder to cry on, if you will.” He came closer to me. “Let me make this clear.. you contact her, I’ll spill your secret. Not only will your career will be over, but think of the boys. This is their job too you’re putting on the line. Once your fans find out what you did, there goes the band. Your five minutes of fame will be up. You’ll be history.”

“Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to you?”

“Maybe I want what you have. If I can’t have it, then I’m gonna have to get creative and take something else.”

I felt Clara grab onto my arm as I was slowly being dragged away. “Joel, ya vamanos! We need to go!” Johann smiled as my bags were being taken by Richard. “I’ll see you around, Joel.”

“No.. no, wait! I need another minute! She’s not here!” I spoke as I was getting closer and closer to the gate. “I’m sorry, Joel, but we have to go.” Clara said and handed in my ticket. I turned around last minute and saw him standing there waving bye as I got on the plane. “Have a safe flight!” He yelled out.

I slowly found my seat and saw Richard putting my luggage away up on top of the cupboard. “Dude, why the hell did you take so long?” He asked and I frowned. Why did I get my hopes up? I should’ve known..

“You okay?” I shook my head. It’s time to start being honest. I have to tell everyone. “No… something’s wrong. Something’s completely wrong.”

“Why? What’s going on?” He said as he sat down next to me. “It’s Johann…”

Things are about to get rough…

Johann’s P.O.V.

I stood there as I watched him get on the plane, now knowing the truth. “That’s right. Get on the plane..” I mumbled as the doors shut. I wasn’t really planning on telling him, but he just kept on pushing and pushing. This worked out better anyways.

Joel got everything.

He won La Banda, therefore him getting to live out his dream and perform for his fans… he has more followers, obviously because of his fame… he has the looks and the voice that the girls just go crazy for… and he got the girl. Not the one he originally wanted, but someone new.

Well if I can’t have everything, then I’ll have to take what I can. This is the one thing I won’t give him. It’s my turn for a little taste of what he has, or in this case, had. Jealousy really does a thing to a person, doesn’t it?

“Excuse me.. pardon me.. please I just..” I heard a voice voice coming closer to me. I turned my head and saw (Y/N) making her over.

What the fuck?

“Johann?” I turned fully and gave her a sad smile. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Seriously, what the hell is she actually doing here? I thought she said she was busy?

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “Well, I was just here to say bye to Joel. He’s my best friend after all, so I thought I’d catch up with him real quick before he left.”

“Oh.. well um.. is he still here?” I shook my head. “No, you just missed him.” Her shoulders slumped as she looked out the windows around us and wrapped her arms around herself. “Oh..”

“But I tried to stop him.” She glanced up at me. “I figured you would stop by, considering how our last conversation went, and see him off or something. So I tried to buy you a little time, but he wouldn’t listen. Said he had a tour to get to and he got right on that plane and left me standing here alone.”

She frowned slightly and bit her lip. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “No uh don’t be.. you.. you tried. That’s what matters, I guess.”

“Were you here to say goodbye?” I asked. “Something like that.. as much as he hurt me, I still..” She sighed. “Was I naïve enough to think he would wait for me, Johann?” I wrapped my arms around her shoulders as I guided her away with me. “Let’s not talk about that, his job is way too important anyways. C’mon, I’ll buy you breakfast. I’m sure you must be starving.” I smiled as she slowly nodded. “Yeah.. let’s just go.”

Game.

Set.

Match.

Next Chapter

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[stumacherstan]

billy loomis x fem! reader where billy thinks he’s playing with reader but, plot twist, he played himself and now he’s in love with her? i’m just a sucker for billy what can i say?

Billy Loomis x Reader Headcanons:

Billy saw you as an easy target

You seemed so soft and naive

p e r f e c t

He started with flirting with you

Billy carried your books and walked you to and from classes

He sat with you at lunch and made you laugh

You thought it was suspicious at first

You are a wallflower and mr. bubblebutt was popular

However, you liked the attention and being flirted with

so you didn’t mind as much as anymore

You helped study so he could do better in school

Billy appreciated but thought it was a shame he was going to have to kill your pretty face soon

So he invited to his place for a change

You happily went to his place

You brought some textbooks and a homemade apple pie for him

Billy let you in and felt like the pie was a perfect excuse to bring out a knife

But when it came to killing you, he found himself slicing the pie instead

He couldn’t bring himself to do it

Billy cursed himself out mentally as he figured out the problem

he had fallen for you

He internally groaned and did what his heart wanted

“Hey (Y/N) would you be my significant other.”

You were eating pie when he asked. so you stared at him with wide eyes and pie in your mouth. You quickly swallowed the pie.

“uh duh! here I thought you had no balls and i was gonna have to ask ahah.”

Billy rolled his eyes and smiled. “oh whatever.”

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 51

“Stop” she returned to her senses and abruptly disconnected her mouth from his, “babe, come on, nothing happened between her and me, I swear” he refused to let go of her, holding her arms, and that's when the inevitable happened. “Well, well, well, now that's a lie, Jared dearest, and we both know it” Val strolled inside like she owned the place “why don't you tell her what really happened, or should I do the honours?”. A black veil of anger fell over his eyes and if Shannon hadn't come in and pulled him back, he would have scratched her eyes out “what the fuck is your problem? You just waltz in here with all your lies, you even steal a key to my room just to be with me?! Fuck that Val, I told you over and over again that I love Harper”. Harper felt the blood drain from her face, what the hell was she doing here, she didn't have the energy to fight, at least not over a man “why don't I leave the two of you so you can battle this out together...I'm done, I really am” she just couldn't take it anymore, all of a sudden she felt so stupid standing here watching two people that had a common past, fight, who was lying? Who told the truth? Did it really matter? It was just one thing after the other with this man, maybe this was the universe reminding her of the stupid mistake she made falling in love with guys like this..or maybe she was just jetlagged out of her brain, whatever, she was outta here. Shannon gestured at his brother that he would take care of it and followed her out of the room “Harper? Wait, just wait” stopping her midway to the exit, “no Shannon, I think this was a mistake, I just want to get back to the airport” she gently pushed his hand away. “Nonono, I understand that this is hard for you right now but don't go, I'm begging you, I'll get you settled in a room at the hotel, you can rest, catch your breath..just don't leave” that sad look in his eyes was just..unbearable and she felt herself give in with a shrug followed by a nod. “Alright..I'll go with you, come on” his hand that lightly rested on her back felt nice, never in a million years woul she have guessed that the one person she felt she could trust right now would be Shannon.

”I wouldn't if I were you” after reassuring Harper, Shannon met his brother who came storming out of the elevator, “where is she? Stevie told me you put her up here, you don't want me knocking on every door, do you?” Jared walked around him in search of the right room. “Jay stop, she's sleeping, so why don't you come with me and leave her be for a while, you can talk later when she's calmed down” Shannon tried to steer him away from her room, hoping she was resting or being carried away by a dream that would hopefully soften her thoughts on this whole ordeal, because if they still were the same as when he had left her room and Jared would storm in there right now, then all hell would break loose. “Where is she?” Jared ignored every single word and pushed him aside, frantically trying to figure out which of the doors would be the right one “which one is it?” he breathed dangerously all of a sudden, he had enough of this nonsense, he needed to be with her right now. “Ok, you really need to chill the fuck out, leave her be and be fucking grateful she's still here, alright? Because she could have just walked the fuck out of here and you never would've seen her again, but she didn't, that's gotta mean something” Shannon angrily grabbed his arm and pulled him further down the corridor. Ok so he might have lost this battle but not the entire war, oh no, no way in hell was this over! Further down the hall Harper sat on the kingsize bed, looking out of the window and out over the Roman skyline when her phone bleeped the arrival of an e-mail, she didn't even look at it, she just pulled it out of her pocket, threw it over her shoulder before her hands returned to the same position. A tear rolling down her  cheek glistened in a ray of evening sun that lit up her face with that typical melancholical glow, what a mistake, what an absolute fucking waste of time and effort.

There was a knock on the door, go away, just leave, I'm not interested in anything you might have to say, “Coco? Hey? You in there? It's Sean”. She closed her eyes and shook her head, him? Really? “Just go, Sean, I just want to be alone right now” she yelled back, what was he here for anyway? Drive the knife in just that little bit deeper?! He could fuck right off!. “Harper, come on, I just want to talk to you” he didn't even hear the dry click, he was too busy checking out some chick that walked by, long legs, cute bubblebutt, what room did she come out of? 'Ding' when the elevator swallowed her, he turned his attention back to the closed door. “Coco, just open the door” he wriggled the doorknob and to his surprise it  gave way and he almost fell inside her room, had it been open all along? Didn't matter, there she was, sitting on the bed in a halo of evening sun, her back turned to him. “Hey..” he slowly walked over to the bed, “hey..” she answered, keep it short Sean, I'm not in the mood for more drama, “Shannon told me you had arrived..” oh my her face looked almost..angelic in this light, like a crying Madonna sculpted by Michelangelo..”so you met Jared huh?..Jared and his Russian queen, ok well queen is the wrong word, his Russian devil..”. Just hearing her mentioned made a shot of bile shoot up the back of her throat and she shrugged “where does she even come from? And why now? Has she been here all along? Tell me the truth, Sean..” she swallowed and shivered at the same time, like she was bracing for the inevitable blow.

”Uhm” he bit his lip and sat down next to her on the bed “she has..I'm sorry, babe..” he put his hand on her back to soften the blow but she didn't move at all “we all went clubbing..she's been all over him ever since..”. Harper hung her head and closed her eyes, this was unbearable “ok stop, I really don't need all the details” she lifted her hands in defeat, “ok ok, I didn't mean to..” he started. “I need to get out of here, it's like I can't breathe..will you take me to the airport? I just can't do this on my own right now” she stammered, “no, I won't take you to the airport but I'll take you out of here to get something to eat”. Anywhere sounded good as long as it wasn't here, she got up as on automatic pilot, grabbed her bag and let Sean guide her out of the room but abruptely stopped when the door fell shut behind her, Sean picked up on her discomfort. “They've got a show, don't worry..” his hand landed on the small of her back and slowly pushed her forward, it was like her feet didn't want to carry her, why was this hurting so much? She was stronger than this, she was gonna have something to eat, stop crying and walk out of here with her head held high. “No answer?” Shannon eyed his brother who was pacing up and down the dressing room, his fist squeezing the phone in it “no! I don't know what I'm doing here..I don't want to do this show, I just want to go see her, talk to her..” on impulse he headed for the door where he was stopped by Shannon. “You're gonna do this show, she's probably sleeping, jetlag's a bitch, besides she promised me she'd stay..at least for tonight..just let tempers cool..” he put his hand on his brother's chest. This show was gonna be crap, he just felt it and it was hell when Jared wasn't focused, he would mess up setlists and when he did his usual stupid stuff like throwing himself to the lions that were their audience but unfocused, you could bet your ass that things would end up in disaster. Let tempers cool? There was nothing to cool, he hadn't slept with Val and that was final, all he wanted then and now was Harper.

Show, wave, scream, make 'em sing, wave again, get them on stage, make 'em jump, automatic pilot it always worked, what time is it? What song next? This is the finale, oh great, I hope that car is waiting. His eyes kept scanning the crowd against all odds, was it that stupid to think that maybe she would've changed her mind and come see him? Yeah it was, what would you do if you were in her shoes, Leto? Huh? Yep, you'd do exactly the same or worse, deceipt always brought out the worst in any person, was this fixable? Were they over before they had well and truly started?. For the first in a very long time she was actually glad to be in Sean's company, he did all the talking during dinner so she could forget her misery for an hour or two, but walking back to the hotel had her stomach in knots again, where was he? Was he back from his show? Was she there with him in his room?. “Wanna go for a nightcap? There's probably some great bars around here” he stopped at the entrance of the hotel, “it's late and I'm tired..if it were summer I would have said yes, sit outside with a drink..it's lovely, but right now..rain check?” she pulled up her shoulders and dug her hands deep into the pockets of her trousers “you know, I've missed this country..more than I cared to admit, it's where I was born, maybe I should just come back, after all this is the country where the 'renaissance' was born, so moving back here can be a 'renaissance' for me as well”. His heart sank, what? If she moved back here, then he would never see her again “I guess” was all he was able to say, don't go now, please don't! He got so lost in her and being here, walking around with her that he didn't hear the cars pull up behind them.

Shannon grabbed his arm “Take it easy, Jay, don't scare her off again..”  but there was just no stopping him, “Harper!” he jumped out and ran up to them standing there talking on the pavement. His hand folded around her upper arm, yanking it in all his desperate excitement which had her almost losing her balance “Che due palle?! Ma che fai?!” she growled as their eyes met. “You're coming with me” he sternly said as he started dragging her with him inside the lobby of the hotel, “the fuck you're doing? Can't you see you're scaring her?” Sean rushed after them. He stopped in his tracks and hissed “stop meddling, Sean” but before he could turn around again Harper yanked her arm free and straightened her jacket “alright alright, I'll come with you but you've got to stop pushing me around”. She refused to make a scene for the first batches of fans that were starting to hover around the entrance of the hotel so she quickly hopped on up the stairs “well? Are you coming or are you just gonna stand there gawking?”. He nervously looked at Shannon who gave him a firm nod as if to say that he would take care of the fans with Stevie and then walked after her, she didn't wait for him, she just kept a firm pace towards the elevator without looking at him or even giving him the light of day. “Coco..I'm..” he whispered as they shot up to the 7th floor, “save it, Jared, just save it” she hissed back at him as she kept her eye on the LED-panel while the floors whizzed by. Finally the doors opened and to his surprise she just followed him to his room, there was a bounce to his step, having her this close, ready and willing to talk this through..it was more than he could have hoped for. He opened the door and let her go in first, god she smelled divine, “right, I'm here now so start explaining!” she took a deep breath and dug her hands in the pockets of her trousers into balled fists.

[spookysnicket]

ANON: Slasher matchup please? I'm 5'5, Demisexual ( No preference ) and Scottish. I have ADHD and Anxiety which van lead to some fidget and focus problems. I'm hard to get to know thanks to lack of social skills and being very closed off. I don't trust too many people with who I am, what I like, my problems, etc. I enjoy drawing, Musicals, horror movies and daydreaming. I would like a partner that I can trust wholehearted, No matter what and help me not be a chaotic dumbass. Thanks a bunch :) 💕💕💗💗

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(I had a load of fun writing this, so here you go love! As always, matchup under the cut)

I match you with Billy Loomis

🌂 Stu will absolutely mock any slight hint of an accent you have. Even if it doesn’t bother you, it pisses Billy off to no end

🌂 The combination of Billy struggling to summon empathy at times and the difficulties he has with emotions just in general can make your anxiety a tricky deal

🌂 In the beginning of your relationship, Billy would often get fussy with you about your fidgeting, complaining that it made him feel nervous. After a while though, he eventually became desensitized to it. He usually just ends up holding your hands or placing a hand over your leg if he sees you’re getting extra restless

🌂 Billy will typically also use physical touch when you lose focus during class or when you’re out together. He’s learned to be gentle from the first few times he accidentally sent off your anxiety by scaring you back to focus- he’s getting the hang of it, be patient with him!

🌂 If there’s something he wants to know, he’ll find it out regardless of whether you tell him or not. Don’t fret over being social with him, he’ll do all the hard work once you’ve caught his interest

🌂 Oh boy you guys can relate to each other there. Billy is VERY reserved, on the account of ‘serial killer’ not being a hobby many are fond of. Once you two learn to help one another over those trust boundaries, you get exceptionally close

🌂 Doodle little ghostfaces on his papers. He’ll act mad and jokingly scold you for trying to get him caught- but he secretly rips out the area around your drawing and keeps it tucked his pocket for good luck

🌂 Dear god but I HC that Stu would go hard into musicals for some reason- it’s something I see him doing okay? Seeing as Billy and Stu really come as a package deal, if you aren’t dating the both of them on the down low, one will become your best friend- in this case it’s Stu. You both sing along to your favorite musicals in the halls- but go HAM around Billy just because he hates singing

🌂 I foresee many movie night dates in your future~ Your goblin man hoards all the goodies, so you get to snuggle up and binge watch all your favorite frights on the regular! Be careful not to bring up said movie dates around Randy or Stu though, they’ll take it as an invitation to come and bomb your special time together

🌂 Billy’s pretty indifferent about your daydreaming habit. As long as you don’t get run over crossing the street because you got lost in thought- it doesn’t affect him. However, Billy does like it when you make little subtle faces at your dreams, he thinks it’s cute

🌂 Trusting bubblebutt can be difficult. He’s always trying to look out for and better himself before caring about the people around him. In essence he’s pretty self centered, however he wholeheartedly loves you, and he’d only ever hurt you if you were to betray him. If you stay good on your end, so will he

🌂 On the same note, Billy feels all his emotions very strongly. When he realizes he loves you- he falls fast and falls hard. When he really honestly cares about someone, it can be scary for him. He’s scared that you’ll leave him, or that you’ll tell the cops about him, or other things that he just never conveys. Your relationship for him is nothing like the one he had with Sidney, you’re nothing like Sidney. At the end of the day, there’s still a living feeling person deep down under the cold and mischievous bad boy facade- and he loves and trusts you even deeper than that

🌂 This last part really made me think Billy for you- which is ironic because he himself is also a chaotic dumbass. He deals with Stu on the daily, and if that boy doesn’t absolutely radiate clown deity energy.. I just don’t know. Billy has plenty of first hand experience, now he just has two beloved fools to keep safe

[rubyscout]

Riley hugs Shawn with a nervous smile. One he only wears when shit has t r u l y struck the fan. "Bubblebutt, can you come check the car for me? It's making clucky noises." Pause. "I don't think it's specifically my fault this time."

Shawn studies Riley's face before sighing. And here he thought Riley wanted to do something romantic, what with that hug and all.

"Sure..." He said before going outside.

@rileyb

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #230

“this is where i wanna grow old, so i’m just praying i don’t make parole.”

Has a movie ever made you cry? Yeup. Do you smile open-mouthed or closed-mouthed? Usually open. I look higher with my mouth closed, lol. What gaming systems do you own? A PS2, Wii, gaming laptop, DS Lite, and a GameBoy Advance. Do you know anyone else with your last name other than family? Not off the top of my head. Is your favorite band still together? Yeah. Any movies your looking forward to seeing? I want to see both Joker and IT: Chapter II. Where do you see most of your concerts? Only been to one, which was in Raleigh. Have you ever had escargot? No, I NEVER will. Do you like chocolate popsicles? Hell yeah. Do you save seats for your friends in class? I don't have real friends at college yet, just like a couple acquaintances. Back in high school and younger, I did occasionally with my purse or something. Depended on where we were. How many people do you know with red hair? I don't care enough to count, honestly. Three off the very top of my head. Have you ever wondered what you look like when you’re sleeping? Yeah. Are your parents proud of you? I mean they say so, but I doubt it a lot. Would you ever be your schools mascot who wears that costume? NO. Those sound so gross and hot. Have you ever had a pet fish? Multiple. What age did you start staying home alone? Idr. Would you rather see the Great Wall of China or Big Ben? Big Ben appeals to me more, but the Great Wall would probably impress me more. Can you do a handstand? Nope. What’s a brand of shoe you like, but wouldn’t buy a pair? I like studded and spiked high heels like, A LOT. Are you reading any books right now? Not currently. Sara sent me the first Wings of Fire book because I'm interested in reading it, I just normally read at school when I have no work to do, and for a looooong while now I have always been busy doing schoolwork while I wait in the library for Mom to finish her classes. Any plans for tomorrow? No. Who did you last take a picture with? My kitty. How do you like your chicken? Breaded, typically. Like as nuggets and such. What’s your favorite fast food restaurant? Sonic. What song are you listening to? I've been binging the "I Don't Wanna Be Free" song from AHWM since it came out man. It's not even biased, Mark's voice has just gotten so fucking GOOD and I'm so proud and in love- Do you have any bruises? No. What’s the last thing you googled? How to make a rounded border of a square in Photoshop bc I forgot while making stuff for Sara. How often do you use a real dictionary? Never. They're pretty much obsolete. When you were little did your mom ever sing to you? Yeah. What’s the reason you last laughed really hard? Um idr. Who do you sit with at lunch? I don't go to the school cafe, so. How long have your parents been together? They were together like... I wanna say 18 years? Somewhere around 20. What’s your favorite kind of Gatorade? EW none. Out of all your friends, whose house have you stayed at the most? I really don't have any current friends whose houses I've gone to. So Sara, if you count her. Who is one person you couldn’t imagine life without? My mom. The idea of her dying is fucking terrifying beyond possible words for me. What’s your favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. Are you camera shy? Yes bc I hate my body. Just let me be behind it. Are you politically correct? It really depends on what the subject is. We've become too politically "correct" if you ask me. I'd honestly say I'm mostly not. Eh, idk. Again, it depends. Speaking of politics, do they tend to overexcite you? Quite the opposite, they bore the hell out of me. Are your parents Democratic, Republican, or neither? I'm quite sure Dad is a Republican, but I'm really not sure; Mom, meanwhile, I think she leans more towards Democrat, but fits the "Independent" title well. My stepmother is ANNOYINGLY far-right. I almost regret adding her on FB. What’s the worst household chore? When you don't have a dishwasher, hand-washing dishes. I fucking hate it. Do you get along better with boys or girls, and why? I only say girls because I'm afraid of men. I can befriend a man perfectly fine, just I am going to be VERY paranoid and anxious in the early stages of knowing him. Do you love dreaming? Honestly, I'd almost prefer not to dream, I think. I barely remember mine anyways, and I like the feeling of waking up after a DEEP sleep. Maaaany of my dreams/nightmares involve Jason anyway, so I'd just rather not deal with 'em. Do you have any conditions that you need medication for? I refuse to come off my bipolarity medications. They're the reason I'm not a suicidal tragedy anymore. I could survive without my anxiety meds, but I'd sure prefer not to. What’s a recurring theme in dreams? (I often dream about rollercoasters.) Most of my nightmares/terrors involve me getting into an altercation of some sort, and I'm always unable to defend myself. Should everybody have affordable health insurance? Fuck yes they should. You shouldn't have to go fucking bankrupt to stay alive, goddamn. This subject gets me heated as hell. Creation or evolution? Evolution. Do you have terrible memory? My memory is so incredibly bad I've had borderline anxiety attacks that I have early-onset dementia lmfao. What do you think is the most peaceful religion? I'm not knowledgeable enough on this, but off the top of my head, Buddhism? If you’re feeling frightened, what thoughts tend to comfort you? I am such a baby. It helps me in a lot of situations if my mom is with me. What year were you born in? 1996. What is the best decade for music? '80s, maybe. Or 2000s. Are you prejudiced against anybody? (Other races, gays, etc.) No. Are you a licensed driver? No, but I have my permit. I'm too scared and inexperienced to get my license because I'm too hesitant to drive enough. Do you have any regrets? Yeah. Is there anything you wish you could say to someone right now? I'm going to wish I could tell Jason I'm sorry 'til the day I die, probably. There's things I wanna tell Megan, Hannia... a few people. What time do you normally wake up? If I don't have my 8 AM class, it can range from like, 6-9 AM. Is there anyone not in life anymore, that you wish still was? Plenty of people. What’s your favorite type of bird? Barn owls. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 112. Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? No. How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? Uhhhh. The actual town-town I live in is like three minutes away or so, so there's a large amount. I guess the closest is... a dollar store, probably? When was the last time you made out with somebody? A long time ago. What TV show(s) have you been watching currently? None. How many apps do you have on your phone? Just six, but I can't even update one because my phone has such little memory. What pet names do you use with your significant other? Besides the normal ones like "hunny" and stuff, "pretty woman" and then (THEY'RE JOKES/REFERENCES OK) "Bubblebutt" and "Candyass" lmfao. Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? N/A Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? N/A Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? For less than a day. I wouldn't date one now, no. What is your mother’s first name? Donna. Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? More like I share it with every white female on Earth. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Small ones. How would you label your sexual orientation? Bisexual. Have you ever been a member in a band? No. What’s your favorite kind of accent? English. Do you have separate emails for personal and business? No. Well, I have a separate school email. Have you ever missed a flight? Yes. None of us anticipated the airport would take so long. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? No. Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yes!! Do you know your significant other’s passwords? No, and I don't need to. I have a respect for privacy. What’s your favorite type of salad? Just lettuce with dressing, really. Cucumbers in there is okay, though. Lobster dip or crab dip? Ew. Do you shop at Goodwill? No. Do you make grocery lists? I don't do the grocery shopping, so. When is your next doctor’s appointment? I see my psychiatrist uhhh next week I think, then my main doctor is referring me to a dietitian per my request as of a couple days ago. Do you own a pair of feather earrings? No. Elephants or lions? Visually, lions, but as animals themselves, elephants. What color do you want to dye your hair next? Silver. Do you decorate for Easter? Not anymore, really. We don't decorate for almost anything at this point. Do you have a car? I don't have a license, so why even. Are you the same size you were ten years ago? Bitch I fuckin WISH. Do people mistake you for a teenager? No. Do you know what you want to do for your next birthday? Get a tattoo and have that gd heavenly drink Sara's dad made me once that Changed My Life. Do you know anyone who’s started a business and been successful? I have an old real photographer friend. Strawberry or watermelon? Strawberries. I'm actually not a big fan of watermelon; it's typically too bland to me. If it's sweet, then hell yeah. What new hobby are you thinking of starting? What's a "hobby." Were you ever a team captain of anything? No. Something I find boring is… TV, usually. If I could give my mother an award it would be for… Her dedication and hard work that's probably unmatched. The most memorable costume I’ve worn is… Idr. My personal hero is… Mark. M-A-R-K. Mark. Markiplier. Fischfuck. Have you heard of Mark Fischbach? An author whose work changed my life is… None. Are you happy with yourself on the outside? (explain) No, but just because I'm overweight. Otherwise, I guess I'd be. Are you happy with yourself on the inside? (explain) Mostly, at least. There're things I hate, things I want to change, all that. Do you take responsibility for your actions? Yes. Do you treat yourself well? Eh. Is there something nobody knows about you (& what)? Yeah, and I'd prefer for it to stay that way. If in a relationship, do you feel you could "do better"? No. Feel like I don't deserve her half the time. Do you have any mental disorders? lol Have you ever stolen from a friend or family member? Wow, no. Money or love? Love. Have you done anything to make someone dislike you (& what)? Not on purpose. Multiple things. Mostly making ridiculous opinions I've had in the past known. Would/did you cheat on someone for revenge? Or if they wouldn’t find out? No and no. Would you rather be remembered for something bad or forgotten? Forgotten. Do you boss around your friends, or give in to what they want to do? The latter by far. Do you donate or volunteer as much as you could? I don't have money to donate. I don't have transportation or time for volunteering. Do you believe in a god (& why or why not)? Yeah, 'cuz the Big Bang Theory just doesn't make sense to me. Compacted nothing exploding into everything. But by this point in my life, I really don't care if there is or isn't. Are you spoiled? No. How do you ease anxiety? Deep breathing, music, talking to Mom or Sara... Do you avoid physically unattractive people, even before knowing them? Oh my god. Does your family have a secret? No. If single, would you knowingly be who someone cheats on someone else with? NO. NO. THE GUILT WOULD BE FUCKING ASTRONOMICAL. Choose one living person you’d like to meet. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm oh y'know I don't have a clue it's not like I love one (1) male homosapien- Are you over-protective of anyone? Maybe Sara. I'm not sure if it reaches the "over" level. What do you think of the name Xiomara (zeo-marah)? Cool as hell, man. Who did you receive your latest notification from? On Facebook? Uhhhhh *checks* my childhood babysitter liked something. How do you know the last person you were in a car with? I came out of her lmao so I mean- Do you support PETA? They are WAY too extreme. Do you honestly hate anyone? My old doctor that fucking destroyed my body. Do you go to church? No. Have you ever been depressed? I've had chronic depression since the 7th grade, so- Or are you a generally happy person? I'm usually just content. Do you think you are a good friend? Yeah. Usually. What is your usual username on sites? "Ozzkat" (rarely with a "0" if it's somehow taken) almost everywhere. Celeb crush? HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Non celeb crush? My girlfriend. /v\ Bad habit you are trying to fix? Procrastinating on homework las;djfa;weiraweawer Would you rather go to school or have a job? I'd rather have a goddamn job that I can actually do and enjoy. What is your major? Organismal biology. Favorite cookie? Chocolate chip. Favorite flavor? Strawberry, chocolate... depends on what we're talkin' about. Candles or incense? INCENSE. Would you ever have an abortion? Probably if I was raped. Idk. What do you want for your birthday from your bf or gf? It'd be amazing if she could be here. Favorite flavor of milk? Chocolate. Something you like to do alone? Watch YouTube, draw, write. Something you like doing with friends? Vidya games, go out to see a movie or bowl or something, just hang out and chat. Thick or thin blanket? T H I C C Do you walk around barefoot in your house? Who wears shoes in their house????? tf??????????? u ok?????????????? Do you have a ring on your ring finger? No. Do you know how to type home row? Yeah, that's how I type.