#but this one guy who was obsessed with me (he hasn’t been texting me as much cause I kept being rude to him)

[starkidlabs]

Kinda hate how weird men can ruin you passion for something.

[sebuckyverse]

for a good time, call

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, eventual smut if i'm horny, steve harrington, none yet, strangers to friends to lovers <3 word count: 3,4k

an: Y'ALL idk what this is but i had this idea when i woke up from a bomb ass nap! tagging my bestie @hellfirewhore because she helped me so much with this, love u bub. also @ceriseheaven because she's obsessed with me. also i apologize for the Steve Harrington girlies

chapter two ♫ masterlist

chapter one ♫♪♩·..·

With a heavy sigh, Eddie slips into the bathroom of a restaurant, the name of which he cannot even remember. It’s barely 6pm and he’s already two drinks in, cursing himself for agreeing to this meeting at all when he could’ve just been a dick and said no, but like someone once close to him used to say, he is a people pleaser. He closes his eyes for a minute before pushing off the door and heading to the furthest stall, locking himself in and sitting down without taking his pants off. He didn’t really need to go, this was just an excuse to escape giving the answers his shitty manager is waiting for him to give.

It’s nearing the end of Corroded Coffin’s summer tour “Live from the Upside Down”. With only 7 shows left, it’s safe to say the tour was a massive success. Tickets were sold out, fans were lining the streets and Eddie couldn’t blink without a camera going off somewhere. It’s what he wanted, dreamed of ever since he was in middle school and he was proud of himself for realizing his dream, specially when in high school, he thought about quitting. The fans are already asking about a new tour or a new album - they aren’t the only ones. Management is also on board, hoarding Eddie about new songs or if they could extend the tour, it’s good business after all. That’s all it seems to be about recently - money, publicity, instagram likes. It didn’t use to be like this, it was good when they blew up and signed with their record label but thinking back, it was too good to be true.

Eddie doesn’t have an answer to anybody. He hasn’t written anything new in weeks and his relationship with the band is strained, he doesn’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed being on stage. So as he sits on the toilet rubbing his eyes, the bags under his eyes blue and purple, he’s trying to find another excuse to his manager waiting by the table to why they definitely shouldn’t jump right into another album. Once he has stretched out the minutes to a quick bathroom run as far as he could, he stands back up and stretches his legs. Eddie does a double take when before stepping out, he notices some text written on the stall door, followed by numbers.

“For lousy head, call Y/N.”

.•♫•♬•

For what felt like the hundredth time today, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Ignoring it, like you have done for the past two days, you continued packing blueberry muffins into a perfectly folded cardboard box, slapping a thank you sticker on top and pushing it to the side next to a few other to-go boxes. The clock was pushing 7pm and you were counting down the minutes until your shift was over, thankful that you had the next two days off to relax and turn off your fucking phone.

You don’t know what happened, but yesterday afternoon you started getting incredibly weird and vulgar messages and phone calls from unknown numbers. After consulting with your best friend last night, you didn’t reply to a single text and ignored the phone calls after you already answered one, where a guy asked for a blowjob.

“How did this happen?” Your best friend and co-barista Robin asked.

“You’re asking me! I have no idea!” you shrieked back at your phone, looking at her through the Facetime app.

“Have you signed up for anything weird lately?”

“Like what? You’re making it seem like I leaked my own number.”

“Well, someone clearly did.”

You chewed on your thumb as you rewinded the event of the last week. One thing did pop up, something that made your stomach churn. “You don’t think Steve would do this?”

“Uh, yeah! That guy is an asshole and the only thing bigger than his head is his ego. Didn’t you say he blocked you?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and massaged your temples where a headache was already forming “He got mad at me when I didn’t want to sleep with him on the second date.”

“Pfft- what?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Robin gawked at you, only her eyes and forehead visible now.

“It’s embarrassing! Sorry!”

“Well anyway, I bet it was him. You were too good for him anyway, by the way.”

You smiled and stuck your tongue out, “Stupid! But what am I going to do? Am I going to have to change my number now?”

“Seems so, unless you can find out how Steve leaked your number.”

After you promised to look into getting a new number the next day, you finished your call with Robin and turned off your phone. Today was super busy and you were too tired to worry about changing your number. You walked a short mile home and immediately flopped onto your bed, kicking off your shoes.

You had ignored your phone most of the day, but decided it was time to take a peek as you may have missed something important. You scrolled through numerous new text messages and deleted every single one, only sending back a quick text to Robin who had asked for any updates as she was off work today. Just as you were about to turn the device off again, a new message popped up that made you jump up the bed.

7:28pm Hello, I hope this message reaches you. I’m sorry to bother you, just wanted to let you know someone has written your number on a bathroom stall with a pretty nasty message. I scrubbed it off as much as I could. Have a good night.

.•♫•♬•

It's been a few days since Eddie shot that text off and the almost instant reply he received back was still sitting unanswered at the top of his messages.

7.31pm, three days ago Hi. Thank you so much for letting me know, my phone has been going off like crazy. I appreciate what you did. If there's anything I can do to repay you, please let me know!

Eddie had no intention of asking for anything in return, that would be absurd. He was only doing what was right, it's what any decent person would have done. He's been hesitant to respond, he still remembers that one time he was a bit tipsy and made the irrational decision to give out his real number to a girl after a show. It only took three hours before his number was blasted all over the internet and he smashed his phone against a wall just to make it stop ringing.

Eddie was never this reclusive, not before all of this anyway. In high school, he had a handful of friends who he cared for and loved messing with. He was loud at times and he didn't care what anybody else thought of him, they all hated him anyway. In high school, he still had Wayne, too. Now he only has himself.

He was currently sitting on a hotel bed, after a show, his hair still dripping with water from his shower. He's scrolling Instagram, checking out the bands latest post, reading various fan comments who all appeared to love the show - which was good in theory, but it makes him feel sick. Can't they see that he's miserable? He's burned the fuck out but everybody seems blind to it. Before he can close the app though, a new text comes through, from the same number he still hasn't answered to.

02.59am ''ROb where re you- steve is here and i slapped him!! Cme find me quick''

His brows bunch together in a frown and before he can help himself, he snorts. This was clearly a text someone would send not-sober, which he has done too many times. He decides to write back, just to be.. polite.

03.00am ''Not Rob, but if Steve is the one who wrote that shit on the wall, good for you 🙂''

03.02am ''oh fuckk im so sorry'' 03.02am ''this is so embarrass sing pls ignore me'' 03.03am ''and it was steve!! he said t was him'' 03.04am ''hes such a dick im sorry i'm bothering you'' 03.04am ''ignore me, m so sorry again''

Eddie is staring at his phone with the most comical look on his face, if he felt tired before it's all gone now. He doesn't remember the last time he had a genuine laugh, but your texts are very amusing.

03.05am ''It's very hard to ignore you when you keep bombing my phone.''

It takes a couple of minutes before a new reply comes in and for some reason that he doesn't want to think about right now, it's making him anxious waiting for your reply. That's not creepy at all, he thinks.

03.08am ''IM SORRY have a kiwi on me🥝🥝''

.•♫•♬•

The fresh September breeze has sneaked in through your open window, a gush of wind petting your forehead. You peel one eye open and do a quick scan of the room, noting that you're thankfully in your own apartment. With a delicious groan, you stretch your limbs and turn to your other side. The subtle thumping in your head is a stark reminder that you should've stayed home last night, but Robin refused to take no for an answer, as usual, and you two ended up at a bar downtown.

While downing a few fruity drinks might have been in your bingo cards, seeing Steve Harrington wasn't. Your eye twitched as soon as you saw the back of his head and that stupid hair of his, his arm flung around a girl you had never seen before. Robin had disappeared to the bathroom a while ago and you were left alone at the counter sipping your Cosmopolitan. Blessed with liquid courage, you set your unfinished glass on the counter and stomped your way over to him and his group of friends.

When you were in earshot, you heard one of them shout ''All hail King Steve!''. You rolled your eyes, pretty sure there was steam coming from your ears.

''Pff, King Steve? More like bitch Steve!''

The girl on his arm sputtered out her mojito and looked between you two, her wide eyes moving back and forth like she was observing a tennis match. Steve turned as well and scoffed at you, ''You need somethin'?''

You crossed your arms, needing to shield yourself and popped your hip. ''Yeah, why'd you do it?''

''Do what?''

''Don't play dumb, Steven. I know you wrote my number on some random bathroom wall. The fuck is wrong with you?''

Steve unhooked himself from his date and took a step closer to you, but you took a step back as well. Someone bumped into you from behind and spilled liquid onto your open toed shoes, but you didn't turn away, instead staring Steve right in the eyes, hoping your looks could kill.

''Aw, I thought I was doing you a favor, babe. Thought you might use the experience.''

''Fuck you,'' you spat. ''All this because I wouldn't have sex with you?''

''Nobody turns down the King, sweetheart. It's your loss anyway.''

You scoffed and broke eye contact to dig through your purse for your phone. Robin would abolish him, but she was still not back yet. ''You're such an asshole!''

Steve raised his hands and run his knuckles up and down your arm, which you jolted away immediately. ''We could still hook up if you want, you know. I'll even do you first.''

You gasped at his crummy words and before you knew it, you raised your hand and slapped his cheek. Steve's head flew to the side and your palm stinging from the harsh contact. Your chest heaved as you turned to leave, looking back at the girl and seeing honest confusion in her eyes. ''Don't bother with him babe, I heard he's only 4 inches.''

You pushed past people back to the bar and ordered yourself 3 shots of tequila, your fingers still trembling as you handed over bills. The shots were gone in the blink of an eye. You needed to find Robin and tell her what happened. You don't condone your actions but you knew she would high five you once she hears about this. You used the restroom, hoping to find her there, but she was nowhere in sight. Sighing in defeat, you pulled your phone up and swiped until you found Robin's text chain and sent off an emergency text. Your vision was already doubling, no doubt the work of 2 Cosmos and 3 shots of tequila, being the lightweight that you were.

Back in bed, you raked your hand through the bedsheets, trying to locate your phone, finding it under your ass. The clock showed 2.13pm. How the hell did I get home last night? you thought and swiftly found Robin's number and put the phone on speaker and placed it next to you on your pillow. The ringing went unanswered and you went to send her a quick text.

2.14pm - to Robin ''Hey, you ok? call me when you get this.''

Looking at your text messages, you were confused when you didn't find texts from last night. You specifically remember texting her and she even replied! Didn't she? Nausea started forming at the pit of your stomach as your fingers made quick work to look through any other messages you might have sent last night and your heart almost stopped beating when you realized who you actually messaged last night.

''Oh, dear God.''

.•♫•♬•

Eddie was on the other side of the country, in the middle of soundcheck when he felt left pocket vibrate. As there were only two songs left, he ignored it until he had a few minutes to spare. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was maybe hoping it was you. Not in a romantic way, of course, he was just wondering what happened to you last night, if you got home safe.

They finished soundcheck and headed back to the dressing room, where they would spend the rest of the day waiting for the show to start, fitting in a few interviews where he put on his best act. Eddie fished his phone from his bucket and felt a cold shiver run down his back as he stared at the screen. It wasn't who he was expecting, it was from Wayne.

Eddie and Wayne used to be close. Wayne was like a father to him and during high school days, were people accused Eddie of being the devil himself, always had his back and looked out for him. It's how Wayne also noticed that Eddie was unhappy, even before Eddie realized it himself. Eddie would reassure Wayne that he was fine and that this was what he wanted, but Wayne could see through the bullshit. He never let Eddie stomp on him either, calling him out for lying and telling him to come home, or at least take a break. But how could he take a break when he is at the height of his career? He couldn't.

Being manipulated by his manager as well, Eddie slowly started pulling away from Wayne. He wouldn't call as often or would leave certain texts unanswered. It's at a point where they aren't really speaking anymore, only the occasional text Wayne sends to let him know he's doing good, everything is fine. Eddie can't admit it, but he needs those texts more than ever. He's thought about calling Wayne every day, now that things have gotten so bad for him. He needs his uncle, the only person he's ever looked up to, to put him straight. But like always, he is a coward and instead of replying, Eddie just locks his phone.

.•♫•♬•

''Where the hell have you been?'' you scold as you hold your door open for Robin, graciously accepting the entire bag of junk food she brought. Chips, cookies, various types of candy and four cans of Coke Zero.

After you hauled up from bed and straightened yourself up, Robin called you and told you she would be coming over with hangover medicine, hence the junk food. You emptied the bag on your coffee table and popped open one of the Cokes. Robin toed off her shoes and joined you on the couch, reaching for the chips. ''I think I found the love of my life.''

''Oh great heavens, again?''

Throwing a chip at you, you pick it up and snack on it. ''Hey, she's the one who got us all home last night. I found you slumped against the wall next to the bathroom.''

''Oh, well, make sure to thank her for me then. What's she like?''

Robin proceeded to fill you in on her activities last night and you told her about your encounter with Steve, receiving a very expected high five. ''Fuck yeah! He deserved it, I hope that girl dumped his ass, too. He's a stupid idiot.''

Fidgeting in your seat, you pulled your legs closer to your chest. ''Speaking of idiots, I may have done something dumb last night, too. You remember that number that texted me about the whole thing? Who told me my number was on that stall and shit?''

''Yeaaah?'' Robin asked cautiously.

''I.. might have drunk texted him last night, thinking it was you.''

''Oh my God, what did you say? Show me your phone!''

You grabbed your phone from the coffee table and handed it to her, watching her facial expressions as she kept reading. ''Oh my GOD, this is like, sexy.''

''Sexy?! What part of this is sexy? I humiliated myself to this stranger. He could be the president for all I know.''

''Really doubt the president is allowed to text. But this is cool! You have a mysterious pen pal, or a text pal. He hasn't texted anything yet?''

''Nope,'' you say and is that disappointment you detect in your own voice? This is stupid.

''You do it then! Text him something right now.'' Robin claps her hands and scooches closer to you so she could see your screen.

''No, what the hell. And say what?''

''Anything!''

.•♫•♬•

Tonight's show was the hardest so far. The band changed the setlist a little bit and Eddie was off his game, forgetting some words to their last song. The night ended in a screaming match with his manager when Eddie spoke up about wanting a bigger break before they do another tour. Jake, his manager, accused Eddie of being lazy and not willing to work for it, whilst Eddie accused him of being a phony and only caring about money. At one point, the band had to separate the two of them so fists wouldn't go flying.

So, as he nurses his beer at another hotel room, laying on silk sheets and dried streams of tears running down his cheeks, he feels the need to talk to someone. He can't call Wayne, although subconsciously he know that should be the first option, he thinks of that stranger, somewhere out there, who has no idea how he is. He bends down to rummage through his pants until he finds what he's looking for. He's surprised when he sees that you have written to him first, the nickname he gave you staring back at him.

5.56pm - Kiwi ''Hi. I would once again like to apologize for my antics last night. Please know that I'm so humiliated!''

Without thinking much about it, Eddie quickly types a reply, hoping you still might be up.

01.13am “Don’t worry about it. You’re entertaining.”

01.15am - Kiwi “Oh, is my despair entertaining you?”

01.15am ''Yes.''

01.16am “I hope I didn't wake you.”

01.17am - Kiwi ''You didn't.'' ''What's your name, by the way?''

Eddies fingers hovered over the keyboard, seconds ticking by. He couldn't give his real name, he'd already made a similar mistake once. He didn't want to lie to you, but seeing as you didn't know who he was anyway, it made feel a little bit less guilty when he offered you a fake name.

01.20am ''It's Kirk.''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Are you from Metallica?''

Eddie smiled - he was outsmarted. Bonus points for liking, or at least knowing Metallica.

01.21am ''What would you do if I say yes?''

01.21am - Kiwi ''Nothing, probably ask you what James Hetfield smells like 😜''

01.22am ''It was nice knowing you, Kiwi girl.'

01.22 am - Kiwi ''KIWI girl?? Wait come back, Kirk's my second favorite!''

01.22am ''I'm here.''

01.23am - Kiwi ''Are we friends now?''

01.24am ''Sure. If you want to be.''

01.24am - Kiwi ''I think so.''

01.25am ''Good, me too.''

01.27am - Kiwi ''Good night, Kirk.''

01.27am ''Good night, Kiwi girl.''

[moranasgrave]

obsessed plug!eren drabble ( WARNING THIS IS NSFW)

(writing this off the dome sorry it’s kinda long but this might get a pt 2 😭 and it’s not proof read yet sorry i’m trying to push out content as much as i can so i can work on this fic LMAO)

also excuse the use of the word pussy i don’t know a way to say it without it lowk sounding cringe 💀

You were erens favorite customer, he couldn’t get enough of you. Everytime he seen that “yooo” text message pop across his screen he felt his heart jump out his chest, and his dick jump in his pants.

He knew you were a heavy smoker because you always would get an O from him about once a week. He always wondered why you smoked so much, but he couldn’t really be a judge as a dealer who only smokes.

Ever since connie introduced you guys at reinas kickback a couple months ago, he couldnt get you out of his mind. the way you swayed your hips when you walked up to his car from your apartment. The way you would lean in the window smiling brightly at him, your hair framing your face perfectly. He’d hand you the weed and you’d hold on to his hand for a little longer than normal. He was head over heels for you.

The way you danced like you didn’t give a fuck who was watching, going as far to grabbing on the railing of the stairs just to throw it back on Sasha. Wearing those tight mini dresses or those mini skirts with thigh highs, it made him just want to rip you out of them. You were so intoxicating.

You would also be at the small house parties just for friends too. Eren never really felt bold enough to start up conversations with you, just looking at you made him hard he didn’t want to seem like a creep. That’s why he’s thankful everyday that you smoke, the one thing he knows for sure you guys have in common.

He’s out dropping off peoples orders before he hears his phone buzz on the passenger seat. He feels himself start to smile when he sees that “yooo” he came to love so much. He rushed his next few orders just so he could see your face while the sun was still setting.

He finally makes it to your apartment the sun just about going down. The sky is a nice hue of purple and orange, perfect timing to see that beautiful skin of yours glow.

You’re already we’re outside waiting for him on the sidewalk of your building. Wearing a gray ruffled mini skirt with black thigh highs and a forest green zip up that was a little too big on you. Wearing your signature black hello kitty slippers, thighs spilling slightly over the top of those socks, looking smooth and soft.

God he was a mess over you.

He quickly adjusts himself before you make your way to his passenger window. “Heyy erennn”, you say with that big beautiful smile. “wassup girl what you finna get into.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear sheepishly, “i was actually gonna ask if you wanna come smoke and play the game with me, i’m bored”, you say with a slight smirk spreading across your face. You knew eren had a little crush on you, and he was fine so why not see what happens.

“Fashoo lemme park real quick, i got a blunt already rolled and your O.” You smile and nod your head backing up from the car and waiting on the sidewalk.

Eren can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. Being around you high was bound to be trouble for him, he could barely handle himself sober. Ever since he saw you, he hasn’t really been into anyone else so he was nervous as fuck.

He grabs the blunt and your weed and heads over to where your waiting. He walks in and is instantly hit with a mix of weed and some sweet smelling candle. You have a mix of cute carpets everywhere and the big flat screen tv with the xbox controllers already connected.

You sit on the big black couch you have a little too close to the tv screen, patting the spot next to you. Eren sits down and lights the blunt hitting it lighter than usual. You click on some shooter game and pass him the controller, “why are you so quiet”, you ask tilting your head in confusion.

Eren passes the blunt with shaky hands, “i’m chillin man pay attention you’re about to die.”

You hit the blunt blowing out fat clouds of smoke as you easily kill the person who was one you. You can slowly feel yourself getting horny, and he wasn’t seeming to be making any moves so you decided to take it into your own hands.

After finishing the blunt you glance over at eren whose already staring back at you, eyes low and bloodshot with his lips parted. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you move in and grab his face looking into his eyes for consent. He grabs you by the throat pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss.

You move to straddle him on the couch immediately feeling his bulge growing in his sweats. You start grinding on him needy to get yourself off before your high goes down. He wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees before grabbing at your panties under your skirt.

You quickly slide them off before you break the kiss and go to his neck, earning some soft low groans as he bucks his hips up grinding on your bare pussy. “sit on it baby i can’t take this anymore”, he says breathlessly through his moans.

You grab his dick and guide it to your entrance sliding straight down on it. You both moan in unison as he makes his way inside you, lazily pumping up and down into you slowly. He grabs your neck again and brings you in for another sloppy kiss. “your so fucking sexy, tell me how much you want this”, he whispers in your ear spending a chill down your spine.

“I want it so bad eren please”, you moan grabbing onto the form of his shirt as you start to pick up speed. “That’s it baby, make yourself feel good”, he’s now sitting back with his hands on your hips as you grind into him relentlessly. His moans grow louder and louder and you can feel the knot in your stomach start to slowly unravel.

You jerk your head back rolling your body against his, as if you couldn’t get any closer. Eren can’t help himself anymore, the weed makes him too sensitive. As you reached your climax he reaches his at the same time, both panting and sweating from not taking all your clothes off.

After a while you sit up and look into his beautiful green eyes, still a slight haze of red behind them. You lean down and kiss him softly, his lips soft and moist. After pulling away you hop off him and scurry away to your bedrooom yelling you’ll be back in a second.

Eren is stuck replaying what just happened in his head over and over while he goes to the bathroom to clean himself as well. He can’t believe he wasn’t the first one to make a move this time. He usually always makes the first move. You made it clear what you wanted with no hesitation.

When you get back erens waiting for you at your door. “i’ll be back if you want me back, just call me babygirl”, he says as he walks up to you bending down to give you a hug. You understand he has other people to deliver to and you doubt he’s gonna be shy after this.

Still embracing him you lean up to his ear on your tippy toes and whisper “of course i want you back, next time let’s make it to the bed.”

Before he can react or reply your hurrying him out the door giving him one last peck on the lips.

As he walks back to his car eren feels himself getting hard all over again. “God dammit y/n.” he lowly curses you as he adjusts himself.

[granny-griffin]

I cannot stop thinking about—okay remember the part in trigun stampede where nai tells vash that humans are hopelessly evil (while holding a bible)—and vash doesn’t really have a response

I mean he has his whole “I’ll just keep running away! I’m vash the stampede!” bit, but that’s not a refutation of the point so much as a refusal to acknowledge it—even nai is like “after all this time that’s the best you can do?”

and it just seems very clear to me that vash hasn’t read the bible, or at least he hasn’t read much of it, so he can’t use it to refute nai’s interpretation, and his experience with humans seems to support what nai is saying, so he can’t use that to argue either

it’s so hope punk nihilist! really I think that’s why this anime is so popular—vash is still holding on to hope, but he doesn’t have a reason for it—because it’s a seinen anime! he isn’t allowed to have a reason for it!

which brings me to part two of my thought—the shonen anime my hero academia also has a pair of brothers who have been at odds for centuries. All for One wants to become a demon king like the villain in the comic books he used to read as a kid, and his brother Yoichi wants to be like the main character, captain hero

But when All for One insists that the two of them are equal and opposite forces, Yoichi refutes him—he’s like, “Stupid big brother—you didn’t even read the whole series! Don’t you know that the demon king loses, and that Captain Hero wins at the end?”

And basically I’m just obsessed by the juxtaposition of these two scenes—because if you know anything about the bible, you know that Nai’s claim about humans being hopelessly evil is as ridiculous as AFO’s identification with the demon king—they’ve both noticed real elements of the text they’re dealing with while managing to wildly miss the central point. It’s ridiculous to read a standard super hero story and come out with the idea that you’re supposed to emulate the bad guy. It’s ridiculous to read the bible and come to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of human evil is species genocide.

But only Yoichi is genre savvy enough to spot the error—I can’t get it out of my head. I just keep turning over and over the alternate universe where trigun stampede is a shonen, where vash has read far enough to reach 1 Peter 3:15, where he responds to Nai with, “You moron, did you even read the whole book? Don’t you know that self sacrifice is powerful enough both to change evil humans and to defeat fallen angels who claim to be God?”

[moonjxsung]

upon learning the term bedrotting i feel like 80% of my life has been just that. so i completely get it, i bedrot unless i absolutely need to go out (✨depression✨)

fr perv hanji brings out my past wattpad dramatic af 1D fic self. i love him, he also lives in my head rent free because the perv ji character just fits him soooo well. and that thing your ex did was super hanji coded too if he’s feeling especially confident. manifesting perv hanji everyday✨

choi minho, the man that you are. he’s also my baby, so pretty so hot and so nice😭 the greenest green flag to ever exist. i saw an article the other day bc someone accused him of being a bully in HS (and first off like wtf that man is like 30+yrs old, why you bringing up his hs life at this age). the thing is that his former classmates were like “wtf hell no, bro is obsessed with a soccer team that hasn’t one in 20 yrs, you really think he’s a bully?” 😭😂😂😂 they said that he used to get snsd autographs for his teachers and friends. literally an angel baby. also, ur minho dream, care to elaborate??👀

and frrrrr what’s up with these exes here? are you guys okay? i thankfully don’t think i ever had a situation like that with anyone, ex or not, and if i did, i def repressed it. but i always remember this situation a friend of mine was in. so she was my bestie for like all of high school (she dumped me for the church💔 my religious trauma fr) and she was in a band and one of her mates introduced her to this other guy who played guitar (conveniently, he was also really really good friends with my current bf at that time). anyways we were like 17 (my bf and i) and she was a year younger so 16. and we were just finishing our list of college applications, they saw each other randomly bc he auditioned for a band that she was in and he started texting her a lot and offering to take her to band practice (thankfully her parents were like overprotective so it never happened). mind you, he was born in 95 and she was 00. so if we were in like grade 11 or 12 he was like well into uni. so, she tells me that she’s going to this uni like three hours away from where i was going. and i’m like all happy and supportive and whatever and she’s just like “oh and _______ told me that he studies like 15minutes away from my campus so he said that i could go to his apartment and we could read comics” and i was just like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩and i told her that that was absolutely insane and reading comics def didn’t mean reading comics. so she got kinda mad and we stopped talking about him. and like a year later (she ended up not going to that uni), i stayed at her house once and she told me that he turned out to be a super sketchy guy. and she’s always been this really really physically beautiful person like main visual fr, but soooo naive, and shit like this happed so frequently. she once told me that in middle school, she was kinda dating a guy from 12th grade so she was like 13 and he was like 17-18🚩🚩🚩 so yeah, men suck. i’m thankful to have never experienced something like that or anything but im sure that my rbf and the paranoia and resistance my parents inflicted on me in terms of men helped.

so yeah, if there’s anything that the minors that sneak into ur blog should know is: that older guy that’s talking to you is 100% an absolute creep, pls stop talking to him🙏🏻

anyways bb, i hope you have soooo much fun watching the ateez coachella streaming!!! i will be with u @ heart bc im def watching it here, last week’s was really freaking awesome.

-🐈‍⬛

WE LOVE BEDROTTINGGGG my plans for tomorrow are just to bedrot bc this week was tiring as hell and my sister’s getting sick so I have preemptively planned to stay in and sleep as much as I physically can in between writing. I am so excited ‼️‼️

PLEASE something about perv Hanji just gets me GOING my ex is fucking trash but he did the most pervy shit sometimes and I just imagine it as Hanji au now to repress the bad memories 😭 I remember we were sexting @ thanksgiving dinner one year while he was literally sitting next to his entire family and he left the table to send me videos of him taking care of himself in the backseat of his car like if that’s not SO Hanji 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE. I would melt

THE MINHO THING PWLWAASSKKEKE I SAW THAT TOO AND I WAS LAUGHING SOOO HARD CHOI MINHO IS THE GREENEST FLAG EVERRRRR NO WAY YALL WANT TO PRETEND HE WAS A BULLY 😭😭 also my dream was v short lived BUT I dreamt that he had to go to work in my place for some reason and run some of my meetings for me and so we met up so he could give me business updates and we were just sitting so close to each other and laughing and getting zero work done LMFAO I remember thing “oh my god I have to fuck this man” PLSLSLWLEKEKSMJS HE’S SO FINE……….

Oh my god that story about your friend is insane 😭 that sucks that she ended up dropping you for the church (she’s missing out on the best friendship frfr) but I hope she’s gotten a little smarter about avoiding weird guys and sorta understanding the implications of what they say :/ my sister used to work at the movies when she was like 16 and one of her coworkers was this 25 year old weirdo who snapchatted her once inviting her to “watch marvel movies together” and we were instantly like OHHHH THAT’S NOT…….

Sagely words of advice from all of us here on stayblr stay away from older men w creep vibes AND don’t pursue anything with anyone who clearly isn’t over their ex 😀😀😀😀😀😀

ALSO BBY I JUST FINISHED COACHELLA STREAMING AAAAHQHWJSMSKS THEY SOMEHOW DID EVEN BETTER THAN LAST WEEK)????? HOWWW IS THAT POSSIBLE…, ALSO “GOLDEN HOUR” NEW COMEBACK IN SUMMER????? IM SO HYPED I LOVE ATEEZ SO MUCH FUCKKKK 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

I love you baby I hope you had the bestttt day !!!!!! 💓💖💘💗

[tapedsleeves]

i know its from months ago but i want you to know that you posting a brossoit/hellebuyck fic makes you the only mfer out here who GETS me. love you MWAH! terrific work, im obsessed with it

OMG THANK YOUUUUUUUUU this made me cry and not just from the migraine pain that also made me cry today. thank you thank you, this was lovely to wake up to!!!!

just for you, i'll tell you about the squeakquel that may or may not happen:

LB visits Connor in Michigan

Connor is immediately like "oh shit what do I do do entertain this guy who goes to interesting places for vacation" and tries to distract him from the fact that Connor's favorite thing to do is fishing and he thinks he's like... a not so interesting person?

LB doesn't realize what's going on at first, just thinks that Connor is really into him at first, and then like, four or five days pass and Connor is still like, jumping his bones but the crazy in his eyes doesn't go away, and they have a.... argument? talk? discussion? about it. and eventually LB is like 'dude i came here to spend time with you, not to be entertained by you, i'm like. a full grown person. if i get bored that's on me." and connor is like "uhm. i just really like you"

and then they end up cuddling on the porch swing in the evening watching the fireflies glow and listening to the cicadas sing holding hands and shit. it's nice.

have an excerpt (that's basically like, 100% of what i actually have written) under a readmore!!!

Connor’s waiting in his truck at the airport for Laurent’s plane, an iced coffee from Starbucks sweating in the cupholder. It’s not as hot as it could be - it’s only midmorning, but it is humid as hell. Connor can feel his hair try to frizz up through the layer of product he’s got in it. 

Finally, he gets the “deplaning” text from Laurent, and goes to meet him at luggage claim with the coffee. 

He’s shaved,or at least trimmed his beard since the last time he saw him - an Instagram post of Laurent in an old timey car holding the cup from his cup day. It was dumb, but Connor had watched it twice anyway.  

“Hey,” Connor says. Laurent looks good, even plane-rumpled. He’s in a short sleeved shirt that shouldn't be legal on him - clinging to his shoulders and chest, and some very nice stretchy joggers. Comfy plane clothes. 

Laurent smiles when he sees him and his smile widens when he sees the coffee. “Hey,” he says, dragging out the syllable in a way that could only generously not be described as flirtatious. “Is that for me?” His eyes flick from the coffee in Connor’s hand to Connor’s face, rapid, like he’s trying to make Connor talk faster. 

Connor hands the drink over. “Yup,” he says. “Where’s your stuff?” Luggage is already circling the carousel, but Laurent hasn’t been paying any attention to it, focused on Connor and the coffee. Laurent takes a drink, his throat working. Connor tears his eyes away so he doesn’t do anything inappropriate in the airport. 

“It's probably gonna come out last.” Laurent says, turning to mirror Connor’s stance, looking at the carousel. He tips his shoulder into Connor’s arm, like he wants Connor to put his arm over his shoulder. Connor doesn’t. “Mine’s always at the end. Shitty luck like that.” 

“Or you just travel a lot.” Connor says. Laurent hums, taking another drink of the coffee. It’s already halfway gone. Connor had planned to carry Laurent’s bags so he could have his hands free for the coffee, but it looks like now he’s just going to be slightly ridiculous about it. 

Laurent makes a noise in his throat, urgent, and points his hand. “That one.” he says. 

Connor follows where he points with his eyes and then confirms “Between the one with the weird giant bow and the one with the lady’s whole face on it? With the gold band around it?” 

“That’s it.” Laurent says, so Connor jogs over to pick it up. When he picks it up off the carousel, nobody else yells at him, and when he holds it up by the handle at Laurent, Laurent gives him a thumbs up from where he’s stood, next to the exit. 

Connor extends the handle and wheels it over. 

Laurent is laughing when he comes back, coffee all gone now. “Get yourself a big strong man,” he says.

“You’re plenty strong,” Connor says. “And your arms are longer than mine.” 

Laurent looks at him appreciatively, even though Connor didn’t put on anything special for this trip - is just in a plain white shirt and some cargo shorts. 

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

SO. SEVERAL POINTS TO MAKE. So many severals that I’m gonna make this a read more.

S Rank for Majima Everywhere, was gonna go to the ‘final showdown’ (which can’t actually be final cause I KNOW I can get to Triple S Rank, right? but whatever) but we’re not ready for it to end, so me and bestie were like “okay we’ll save it for later, for now let’s do more plot” because we have no side missions to find.

Yall won’t fuckin believe this. By doing more plot, we managed to get to the bit where Majima himself texts us to warn us about some guys who are after us (look, this makes me emotional okay? Nishida didn’t email or call, no, Majima got a fucking phone and personally messaged Kiryu telling him he was worried for him. I just....I need a minute okay). And I immediately go OH NO because then it’s the fuckin bit where he helps us kick ex-Dojima family ass (very beautifully btw) AND IS SHOT INTO THE FUCKING SEA.

AND KIRYU.

DOES.

NOTHING.

I was laughing, I’ll admit, because it’s so funny for Kiryu to see Majima get fucking shot and just be like “he’ll be fine lol”, but I am actually really annoyed by it, and more importantly, so are bestie and bae. (Bear in mind, bae hasn’t really understood why I love Majima but he’s grown fonder of him, probably from doing all the Majima Everywhere stuff in quick succession).

For me, it’s the fact that Kiryu straight up says he doesn't have time, Kazama is a priority rn. Okay, ignoring the fact that I’ve been playing a bug tiddy card game and racing plastic fast cars and hanging out with hostesses instead of the Actual Plot so God knows why he’s got a problem with prioritising anything other than that, it honestly makes me so sad how Majima just...isn’t a priority for Kiryu.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Kiryu, I don’t hate him (bae currently does), but Majima is so clearly fucking obsessed with him and cares about him, and Kiryu just...doesn’t get it?? I’m kinda joking when I call them boyfriends but I’m also not. Mad as he is, Majima cares about Kiryu and everything he’s done has been for his own sake. He’s always got his eye on him, always trying to help him get his strength and skill back, trying to hang out and play games with him for God’s sake, and Kiryu gives him nothing. 

I think to him, Majima is....a fact. He’s the Mad Dog of Shimano, he’s everywhere, no matter what he’ll be there to barge his way into a fight or a game or whatever Kiryu’s up to. He doesn’t have to worry about him, the man’s unstoppable and unhinged, no matter what, he will be fine. But, even if that were true....I feel like he should still care. What would Kiryu do if one day, Majima wasn’t there? If the guy he rolls his eyes at and considers a nuisance, but a consistent nuisance, suddenly wasn’t there? Was truly out of commission, truly hurt? What then? Would he care? What would it take for Kiryu to see that Majima is mortal, that he’s human?

He keeps giving us glimpses behind the mask, let’s it slip for just a moment here and there, and Kiryu just goes ‘damn Majima-san is so weird, you never know what he’s thinking’ WELL MAYBE IF YOU TRIED TO LEARN TO READ HIM KIRYU YOU’D KNOW!!!!

Again, I knew this happens, but bae and bestie didn’t, and they’re genuinely really upset at Kiryu for it. They even assumed he drove the truck into Shangri-La because he was pissed at Kiryu but to their surprise, no!!! He doesn’t even bring it up!!! He just wants to fight Kiryu cause that’s what he’s into, and he calls him amazing before passing out. They’re mad at Kiryu on Majima’s behalf which I find very funny but I’m also vindicated because yes, they too are starting to see Majima as Boyfriend Material.

I will reiterate, I DO NOT HATE KIRYU. I just really really love Majima and I’m sad he doesn’t get shown even a fraction of that love by anyone in this game. Poor baby :(

[ruminate88]

Trust Me Now ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Whenever Cody and I were apart the 1st time, I wrote this song “Trust Me Now” believing Cody has trust issues and that’s why we’re apart… hah I knew Cody had told me some things about his childhood that made me feel sorry for him but when suddenly dumped me, I was shook like… what did I do wrong? I could feel cody pushing me away and not letting me close but I didn’t understand it AT ALL. I believed he just needed “more love” and for that summer we were apart, I wrote him sooo many songs and cried over him. I was sexting 10000 guys that summer sending my nudes, trying to “get over cody” and I could not. Cody went from making me feel so very special and as if he’s the only one who could ever understand me to now I’m sooooo confused and very very sad. I said okay to the breakup. He said he needed space and that he was going to be “in the studio all summer finishing his EP”. Sure… I tried to understand but could not. I sent him a very long text saying I still love him and he reads it but doesn’t reply. I was physically so sick that night. I shook and violently threw up for hours over him 😓💔

When summer ended, I wished him happy birthday and suddenly Cody is messaging me again. He tells me he finished his song, would I go to Apple Music and listen to it? I paid the .99 for the song and actually liked the song a lot. Cody confesses he has a new GF and doesn’t wanna cheat. Also I share all my songs with Cody that I wrote about him all summer and he has very little positive things to say. The song most emotional and sad for me, he says, “well I don’t like the fish tank sound in the background” …. 😝 of course he can’t compliment me, support me or feel sorry for me being heart broken. I realize that now but back then, I apologized to him for the fish tank sound in the background and yes I wondered why he didn’t react to my song but I was just happy we were texting again ❤️‍🩹

Despite Cody telling me he has this “new gf” we’re back to sexting and flirting. He calls me his queen and says he’s never stopped being obsessed with me 😳🥴 wow… sadly I ate it up and believed whatever he told me. I was desperate not to lose him again.

often I wonder had he not ghosted me and pushed me away, would I have moved my life out to him and would I have put up with him?? I realize more than ever despite my love and feelings, I can’t heal him or change him. I don’t want to change him. He’s enough just how he is and yeah maybe he has some things personally to deal with. It’s between him and God. I know now just how manipulative he really was but it hasn’t changed my opinions of him. Cody wasn’t my 1st love or my 1st Bf but he was the 1st guy I ever considered to be really really special to me. I told Cody secrets I don’t tell everyone about me. I felt like I could open up to him and that he really understood what I was going through ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 guess he’s just really good at mirroring me.

if Cody hadn’t ghosted me, I wouldn’t have met Andrew or my husband but it’s been so long that Cody left a big gaping hole in my heart and it hurt so much. I was completely traumatized by Cody ghosting me but didn’t know why it made me feel numb and cold. I felt like my world went completely black. No light for months. Not until I met Andrew ❤️‍🩹 I think about Andrew most of the time but I never forget Cody and here lately I’ve dreamt of Cody a few nights in a row then I wake up thinking of his face and struggle to get back to sleep. Cody won’t ever apologize or admit he ran away from me. He won’t admit he made me believe we were friends and that he meant so much to me. The first selfie he sent to me after telling me how I made him feel special, wow I was crying at how beautiful I thought he was. I couldn’t believe he was in my life at that time he talked me out of suicide!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹😭😭😭 he’ll never know or understand what he means to me.

idk what part of his “childhood trauma” was real or a lie but he made me feel sorry for him and I totally had my heart wide open for Cody!!! No strings attached. He had total control as I was in complete surrender to him. I trusted him when he helped me through my 1st suicide attack. Not knowing he would ruin my life when he ghost. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

#dearcody

[mahikacorpus]

Thumbnails

NEWSPAPER

[Page 1] News Paper Article

[Page 2] Article is stepped on.

[Page 3] Students are talking and milling. One student, Sakita, is annoyed.

[Page 4]

Sakita, sitting in the front of the class: Tch, still not here. Anya: For @#$%’s sake, I don’t want to hear Mr. Newman’s lecture again. Sakita: Don’t curse, I’ll get you written up. Anya: Class hasn’t started yet, Sakita.

--

Elija: I heard that they didn’t find the bodies til this morning. Their families didn’t even know about…ya know. Makisig: How do you not know someone is meeting up with fiends every night? I mean, c’mon. It’s not hard to tell when someone is being sketchy.

[Page 5]

Frankie: Folks from a slum like that probably don’t even know how many kids they have, let alone who's doing what. Makisig, rolls his eyes and turns away from Frankie. Frankie: I’m serious. I read in the paper the other day the percentages of fiendish converts that are able to hide in the slums. It said nearly 25% of its population. Harmony: [Gasp.] How awful. Frankie: I know. If you ask me they should clear out those kinds of neighborhoods. They give this place a bad name. Harmony, light-hearted: Frankie, you shouldn’t say things like that. Cherry: Yeah Frankie, maybe you oughta shut up.

[Page 6]

Frankie: Woah, looks likes someone’s got her panties in a twist. Cherry: Nope, just hate to hear someone wasting air. Frankie: You know Cherry, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me with how obsessed you get with me everytime I talk. Cherry, laughs: Oh, is that what you tell yourself when you’re met with disgust from girls? I mean, I know that’s like every interaction you have, but wow. There’s coping and then there’s delusional.

[Page 7]

Frankie: Wow, sad attempt at humor. But hey, shouldn’t be the only kind of failure you should get used to. Osvaldo: Dude. Cherry: No, no. Let him speak, it just makes me wanna hit him more. Fabiola: Cherry, c’mon he’s not worth it. Frankie: Yeah Cherry, move along. I bet the whole reason you’re mad anyway is cause you’re from those same slums, huh? Was I hitting a little too close to home?

[Page 8]

Cherry laughs. “You’re right, Fabiola. He’s not worth it.” Hits him. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve it.”

[Page 9]

Fighting ensues between Cherry and Frankie. Ramil tries to push Frankie off of her, but she pulls his out of the way.

[Page 10]

Joseph (a teacher for a different homeroom) gets there and has to break it up with his favor (magical gift. His allows him to control puppets!): “What happened?” No one talks, Harmony goes to speak up and Osvaldo stops her and shakes his head. Joseph: “No one?”…

[Page 11]

Joseph: “Fine. Cherry and Frankie, go to the principal's office... Go now."

[Page 12]

Text over Diwa in the rain with a smoking sword with Jospeh's dialogue over it: "Diwa will decide the consequences of both of your actions when they’re back.”

ONLINE NEWS BLOG

[Page 13] A screen with words. Hands typing on a keyboard.

[Page 14] Character, Princess, gets an email about the CEO of her work being arrested on charges of libel.

[Page 15 & 16]

Princess laughs: “Aw, how quaint.” Princess: “President, your hand is showing.”

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She gets a call, Princess: “Amanda I saw the article—”

Princess: “Oh. Hey, it’s been a minute. How’s the dog hunt going?”

Princess: “I see.”

Princess: “I’ll try to fit it into my schedule.”

Diwa: “Thank you, Princess. I really appreciate it.”

[Page 17]

Princess: “Of course, what else are best friends for?”

Princess: “Talk to you later, bye.”

[Page 18]

Snapport Blog Post: New Wave of Cyber Censorship -- Signs of Authoritarianism

ZINE

[Page 19] Picture of a girl with a fish head and two middle fingers.

[Page 20]

Dagati: “You know you were being stupid right?” Cherry: “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him run his mouth like that.” Dagati: “Cherry, you could get in serious trouble.” Ciro: “I think we’re forgetting he had it coming.” Dagati: “I’m serious guys! You hit him. You could get expelled. You know how the school is with their ‘violence’ policy.”

[Page 21]

Ciro: “His words are violent. I doubt if Diwa heard him, they would’ve let it slide.” Pause, distance. Cherry: “I didn’t even use my favor…c’mon Dagati, I’ll be fine.” … Cherry, sighs. Sits down and taps on her paper: “Can you not ignore me?”

[Page 22]

Dagati: “I’m not.” Cherry: “It feels like it.” Another pause. Ciro comes to sit beside her and bump her shoulder. Ciro: “Gati, what is it?”

[Page 23]

Dagati: “I knew them.” Ciro: “Who?” Dagati: “The boys in the paper…I—”

[akillerstolemyheart]

🎶 let’s talk about sexy babbyyy let’s talk about you and me🎶

Ayeee welcome back to another episode of my shit show commonly known as the Truman show and on todays adventure we encountered a pretty hawt situation ship thingy OKKK OKAAAAY

Now we all got different kinks right some people like it rough some people like to watch piss shit whatever okay but me I’m weird weird I wanna know all your dirty secrets as your fucking me type weird and yes if it’s fake it’s a turn off so I been in some pretty hot but def dangerous sexy shit like 50 shade of gray type shit like little piece of heaven by avenge sevenfold type shit obviously not healthy and I’m growing okieee lolol

As a kid I thought black guys and Mexicans were more likely “about that life” or at least knew a thing or two about killin and that’s my main kink BEING DOMINATED BY A SCARY YET SEXY MAN and as an adult I have learned that here in Indiana the only grown man that’s willing to admit and murders he might have done or might do would be a white guy

Thing is the last white guy I gave myself to FUCKED ME TO DEATH AND JUST DUMBED ME IN THE WOODS crazy story and I loved every minute of it but I think that was a sign to carry on from that experience but I was like damn what if no one turns me on like he did… until tonight!

I met someone who I feel has killed nothing prolly hasn’t even thought about it and now I can’t stop thinking about fucking him and staying up all night talking and teasing the shit out of each other which is great but I’m in a women’s shelter and have a curfew and it’s been maybe an hr since he dropped me off and I’m still waiting for a text back like a 15 year old in middle school who’s about to cut themself out of the anticipation of a god damn text back like wtf god LIKE GOD CAN I HAVE HIM TO MYSELF OR NAH I’m really not trying to waste my time let alone the dramatic experience of a possible heart break 😭😭😭

Send help or not idc but just know he is the new obsession 😍😍😍

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

toxic!eren showing up to your job a couple of times after your break up. making your life hell.

that’s all i had to say :)

tw: darkcon, possessive behavior, stalking, emotional abuse, eren is an asshole, obsessive behavior, yan tendencies, not proofread.

title: distractions

pairing: toxic!eren x fem!reader

you don't know why you thought it would be so easy to escape those frigid eyes. you wonder what possessed you to be so careless.

you've been trying your best to be independent. balancing work-study, college, the job at the cafe, and vying for a leadership position of a semi-prestigious club.

[and if this was a month ago, you could have added a relationship to your list]

but the thing with your ex-boyfriend is that being with him, being around him-he consumed all of your life. classes, fostering a good relationship with your professors, internships, grades, work shifts--all that didn't matter. he lulled you in with sweet promises, and you have no doubt they were genuine too. he could take care of you, both of you knew that.

but were you grateful?

you looked up at him with those doe eyes, having the audacity to look so heartbroken like you weren't the one who was cutting ties. the one who said

"i'm sorry eren. i'm not myself when i'm with you. i lose sight of my goals and ambitions."

you didn't say it, but the word was on the tip of your tongue. he knew it. eren saw forever in you. and all you saw him in was a distraction.

and if that's how you saw him. that's perfectly fine. he'll play that role you forced him into.

your boss didn't care. she, herself, was too enamored by the dark-haired menace. eren played her like a fiddle, using that dangerous charm that he's acquired in his late teenage years.

she accused you of overreacting.

"he doesn't even do anything! he's a good regular, he gets his order and sits quietly! what possible reason do i have for kicking him out?"

you cleared your throat, trying to give an air of confidence but the shakiness of your voice betrayed you, "he makes me feel..unsafe."

she laughed in your face.

it's been a sluggish day, and you've wiped the counter multiple times, head racing with thoughts. maybe you should quit. sure it paid a few dollars more than the average minimum wage job, and the tips were quite nice, and it was in an incredibly convenient location...fuck, why were you thinking of quitting again?

oh right. your eyes look over to the man seated in a corner, dressed in a red hoodie, slowly sipping a steaming cup of black coffee.

to be fair...he hasn't really done anything. he's just there.

but you know you're not paranoid. you saw the flash of anger on his face when he spotted you laughing at your [male] coworker's jokes. and that same coworker...quit the next few days after for an inexplicable reason. maybe that was just a coincidence?

and when you tried to reach out to him, he was all blunt and withdrawn? annoyed, maybe? there was an emotion in his manner you couldn't discern. and then he just stopped returning your texts.

okay fine, all of that is circumstantial. but you couldn't shake the feeling off, the feeling of prey stuck in a trap that a predator set up,

it's a sluggish day. he's the only one in the cafe. you're the only one working. the manager is in her office.

it's been the sixth time he's here this week.

with whatever little bravery you have, you try to manage a composed strut to his table (please-he can see you shaking)

you're clutching the notepad dearly, at the center of your heart, and the corners of his mouth pull upwards.

"eren..y-you s-should l-l-lea-"

"are you finally here to take my order?"

you flinch at the casual boredom in his voice. no, it's okay. try again.

"i-i'm here to t-tell y-you that-"

"2 slices of the mango crepe cake." He interrupts eyes regarding you cooly.

you wish you could melt into the square black-and-white tiled floor.

he raises an eyebrow, "why are you still standing here? do I need to complain about you to your manager again-?"

"n-no sir" you yelped. more out of force of habit than a genuine apology. you bowed slightly, mortification coloring your cheeks.

"well get to it then."

he likes the change of pace, he decides. likes it when you call him sir. when you guys get back together, he thinks, he should make you say that way more often.

you come back shakily balancing two pretty slices of cake. he asks you to sit. you protest.

sit.

you slide into the booth, afraid to meet the endless green of his eyes. you focus on the drawstrings of his dark hoodie, unable to see the smirk crawling on his stupid handsome face when he asks you how you've been.

you take in a deep breath.

in all honesty, you could be doing better.

"I'm fine" you nearly spit out.

he hums, unnaturally calm which puts you on edge.

the truth is you're behind on all of your classwork, didn't get voted into the coveted executive board position, late on bills, and your professor has been weirdly dodgy lately.

you wonder if eren knew all this already, and he just came to torment you. you stare at the whipped cream melting on your cake.

"how long are we going to go around in circles?" he asked calmly.

you had no answer, no clever retort on the tip of your tongue.

"because I'm starting to think you're in denial about how much you need me. you broke up with me so you could convince yourself you'd be fine by yourself--and how's that holding up for you by the way?"

you could feel tears starting to form.

"you treated me as a distraction when I was really your whole life. I made everything better.

didn't I?

[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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[mountswhore]

Me again 👀 can I have a Marcus Rashford one this time 🥺 really fluffy where he just can’t get enough of you, can it be a long one also please ❤️ love ya 🥺

i have a soft spot for marcus, so indeed <3

𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — marcus rashford

summary: marcus is completely head over heels, everyone knows it, but he doesn’t care.

notes: requests are open, ask away!

Marcus was head over heels for you, it was as simple as that. From the moment you met, he was always proving how gentlemanly he was. You’d met through mutual friends, but since meeting you, he hasn’t been the same. Marcus was always a reserved, relaxed guy, but now he was bubbly, loved being around you and always making jokes. It meant Jesse had to compete a little bit harder to be the extrovert in their friendship.

You’d been together now for just over a year, everybody expecting the honeymoon phase to have ended after a few months, but it hadn’t. Marcus still picked you up from work whenever he could, he still brought home your favorite snacks and drinks, he still surprised you whenever he could. He was still making an effort to win your love, even though he already had it.

He was never one to cancel on Jesse, but he’d done it a few times, instead wanting to spend the day with you.

“I see him at work all the time,” Marcus groaned, throwing his phone to the foot of your bed and attempting to grab your arm, “I rarely get days off, so I want to spend them with you.” You just shook your head and stood up, walking over to his side in order to get him up.

“You work with him, sure, but you don’t do anything other than kick a ball around,” you reasoned, tugging on his muscular arms, “he wants to spend the day with you, and I get to see Hope, so up.” You loved that being with Marcus meant you could see Jesse and Hope. She’d taken a liking to you, Jesse telling you that you could never break up now.

Marcus just groaned and stood up, making your job a million times easier. Jesse had texted, asking Marcus if he wanted to go out, and asked you if you’d like to babysit Hope for a few hours. Of course, you agreed, so now Marcus’ plans of spending the day with you were gone. He sulked all the way downstairs and sat at the island, waiting for the kettle to boil.

“This is not fair,” he huffed, resting his head into your chest as you’d squeezed behind him, “when do I get to see you properly and be with you?” Once again, you just laughed at the baby in front of you, smoothing over his arms with your hands.

“You live with me, and I don’t want to hear it,” you explained, pouring the both of you a cup of tea, “you have a whole week off to spend with me, the least you could do is see Jesse for a few hours.” Marcus could barely be apart from you for more than a few hours, so international duty was extra difficult. He’d somehow manage with a facetime call and text messages. Even when you were together, going out for coffee with your mum and sisters, he’d always have an arm around you or keep your hand in his.

You turned to your grumpy boyfriend, shooting him an innocent smile and reaching to swipe your thumb over his cheekbones. “Thank you, my love. I promise, we can spend all day in bed tomorrow.”

The proposal made him smile and nod, standing up and trailing back upstairs with his tea in hand. You’d gotten ready quicker than him, waiting in the passenger seat of his car as he locked up the house. You were so excited to see Hope, you hadn’t seen her in months. With both boys being so busy, you missed her little face. Marcus had eventually parked in Jesse’s driveway, quickly running round to your side to get you out. He’d never let you out of the car on your own, it was a custom you’d gotten used to now.

“Y/N!” Hope exclaimed, holding her arms up at you. You happily lifted her, greeting Jesse with a side hug and trailing out to the garden. It’s where Hope loved to be most. She lets you climb the climbing frame more than she lets her dad.

“We’ll be back late afternoon, thanks again for this, Y/N,” Jesse thanked, saying goodbye to his daughter with a hug. You had approached Marcus, who was leaning against the wall with a sour look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed his hands, placing them over your cheeks.

“See you later, moody. Don’t ruin your day because I’m not there with you, I’ll do whatever you want later.” You winked at him, and Marcus looked up at the clouds to hide his warm cheeks, thoughts rapidly pushing around his head. Jesse gave you both a look, tapping Marcus’ shoulder and entering his house again.

The pair had finally left, leaving you and Hope to your own devices for a few hours. She’d decided on a movie and some lunch, which you’d made with her sitting on the counter. Moana was playing on the tv, Hope humming along to the songs, and you were just sitting watching her with a smile on your face. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, quickly checking it to see a few texts from Marcus already.

‘Hey, I miss you.’

‘How’s Hope?’

‘I’d kill to be in bed right now.’

As much as you wanted to kill him for not paying attention to his day out with Jesse, you loved how much he loved you. You sighed and texted back a reply, a grin on your face:

‘We’re great. I miss you too. See you soon.’

“Is Marcus your boyfriend?” Hope wondered, now standing in front of you and fiddling with the hem of her shirt. She asked this question every time you saw her, and it always made you laugh.

“Yeah, he is.” You replied, lifting her onto your lap and looking back at the screen.

“Marcus is so tall, taller than daddy.” She added, a completely serious look on her face.

“I know, he’s super tall. Taller than me and you put together,” you exclaimed, you stood up and lifted her above your head to emphasize how tall Marcus was. “Maybe you’ll be that tall one day, Hope.”

You’d finished Moana, played outside, chased her round the house multiple times, and were now almost out on the sofa. Hope was between you and the back of the sofa, head on your shoulder and her eyes almost closed completely. Some random cartoon was on, the lights were out so she could take a nap. It wasn’t until you were almost asleep that the boys had finally arrived home after a long day out.

Marcus immediately sat down next to you, Jesse scooping Hope up and taking her to bed. Marcus had taken the opportunity to lay his head down onto your lap and close his eyes, hands wrapped around your legs.

“Long day of missing me?” You joked, running your fingers up and down his back. You could tell how much he was enjoying it, as every time you stopped, he moved your hand to continue doing it.

“Don’t even,” Jesse groaned, sitting on the other side of you and laughing into his hand, “oh, I miss Y/N so much, can we go home yet, I want to see Y/N, this reminds me of Y/N.” Jesse mimicked Marcus, earning a laugh from you. But he buried his head further into your legs, still maintaining a tight grip around your legs.

“Aw,” you quietly cooed, scratching the back of his neck and standing up, “ain’t that cute?”

“It’s sickening, that’s what it is. What have you done to my poor friend?” Jesse joked. Marcus followed you as you collected your things, saying your goodbye’s to Jesse, before walking back to the car. Marcus had his hand on your thigh the entire ride home, opening your door for you again, and carrying you up to bed.

“You’re really obsessed with me, huh?” You asked, his head on your chest and pulling you into him. You were like a teddy bear to him. He just hummed in response, closing his eyes and twirling the ends of your hair. Soon enough you could hear the man snoring, so you’d pushed him gently onto his side of the bed and moved onto your own side.

But before you knew it, his arms were wrapped around you once again and holding you close to him.

“Obsessed,” Marcus whispered, his voice becoming hoarse from how tired he was. He liked the sound of that.

[mickey-henry]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky’s been flirting with you, but hasn’t taken it further than that. frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: occasional swearing (but not much) and frustrating flirting (I’d be melting if it was happening to me). besides that, this fic is pure fluffy fun.

author’s note: hello there! this is my second fic; I’m very excited to post it! I found the header image here, and if you want to listen to the song I reference in this fic, you can listen here. bold text indicates singing, while italicized text refers to inner thoughts. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖

Bucky Barnes is an acquaintance at best. The two of you rarely work together, and with conflicting schedules, you see little of each other around the compound. On a random Friday in April, however, something changes in you. The moment is nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sitting on the couch in the main living space, re-reading one of your favorite books. Bucky has just returned from a mission; you glance up to see his exhausted expression. He catches your eye, winking with a smile, before walking to his room. Your heart flutters and your head freezes at the response. “Oh, no,” you think to yourself. “Maybe that was a one-time thing? I don’t actually like him, right?” Wrong. 

Ever since that night, the mere presence of Bucky Barnes drives you crazy: his stunning blue eyes that squint ever so slightly when he smiles, his adorable nose that crinkles when he laughs, his pillowy lips that you lose yourself in, his  fluffy hair you can’t help but imagine running your fingers through, his scruff speckled jawline that you wish would brush along your hands, cheeks, anywhere really. He occupies your dreams; you can’t escape this man even if you try. Today, he drives you crazier than usual. He stands in the compound's kitchen in a tight black t-shirt, one that leaves nothing to the imagination. This is the first time you’ve seen him in short sleeves, in anything other than tactical gear. You can’t help but stare as he prepares his lunch. The shirt hugs his frame tight, accentuating his biceps that had no right to be that big. “Gosh, he must spend hours in the gym to look like that.” You then notice the vein in his right arm protruding from his skin, tracing it with your eyes. You didn’t think he could become any more beautiful, but here he is before you, incredible as ever. 

You’re pulled from your reverie when Bucky calls your name. “Yeah?” you reply, barely masking the startled stutter in your voice.

“Pass me the salt?”

“Oh! Sure, of course,” you muster, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of you as you hand him the salt shaker. 

“Thanks, doll,” he flirts with a smile, the same one he gave you that night when he got back to the compound. You nearly choke. “Bucky Barnes called me a term of endearment?!? Holy shit.” Your heart swells and you look down at your glass in a desperate attempt to hide the blush creeping its way across your cheeks. “Goodness gracious, I respond this way from a simple word?” You couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if he touched you. 

It didn’t take long to find out. The following day, you stand in the kitchen prepping your lunch, singing softly along to the song playing from your phone. Bucky appears soon after. He stands close to you for a moment, closer than necessary, but of course you don’t mind. He has just showered; his cologne lingers in the air, intoxicating you. Somehow, you keep singing along, showing no sign that your mind is elsewhere. 

“Ugh, he smells amazing. This man has too much power over me; this is ridiculous! I don’t even remember what I was doing—”

“You have a beautiful voice,” he compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you softly reply, your heart racing at his praise.

“Let me get by you real fast, doll,” he says, moving to walk behind you. 

“There he goes again with the pet name. My god, could this get any worse—” 

He places his hands gently on your hips as he moves beside you. Electricity travels through your whole body; you’re internally screaming at his touch. His hands feel better than you imagined. Even though the contact lasts only a moment, the effects of his touch linger after, leaving you speechless. 

You hear a musical chuckle from the man behind you. “Is he teasing me? It sure feels like it,” you wonder. There is no way that he can’t see the effect he has on you. Before you can even formulate another thought, he touches you again as he moves back to the other side of you. “That was definitely on purpose; certainly he wouldn’t do this by accident. Right?”

Your eyes linger as he finishes putting together his lunch. He catches your gaze and smiles. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says with a wink before leaving the room. “Okay, that answers my question; that was very intentional. What am I going to do with myself?”

You don’t know how much longer you can take his teasing. Throughout the week, he ups his antics, calling you pet names more than your own, stealing touches whenever he can get away with it, smiling whenever you make eye contact. The tension is insatiable; thoughts of Bucky follow you everywhere. You decide to take matters in your own hands; Bucky did not seem to be planning to make a move anytime soon. If he is going to tease the hell out of you, you might as well get some payback. 

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Tony’s announcement of Friday night karaoke gives you a wicked idea. However, for it to work, you need to recruit help. You know just who to ask. It doesn’t take long to find Sam and Steve; they spent a ton of their free time sparring in the gym. They seem to be at the end of their workout, their movements slow and sloppy, relying on witty retorts to throw off the other. They stop when they notice your arrival. 

“Hey!” Sam says with a smile, hugging you as you approach. You squeeze him tightly, even with his sticky sweat coating his arms. You greet Steve with a hug too.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Steve asks as you let go.

“Can I ask you guys something? And you promise you two won’t laugh at me? Especially if I'm reading this wrong?”

“Of course,” answers Steve. 

“Yeah, for sure,” replies Sam. 

You hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath. “Does Bucky like me? I swear he does. He keeps teasing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I think I am practically in love with the guy at this point, he’s so beautiful and—”

You stop as the boys exchange glances and begin laughing. 

You cross your arms, hurt. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me! I can’t control how I feel.”

“No! Wait! We aren’t laughing at you!” Steve says between giggles. 

You furrow your brows. “Then why are you laughing?”

“Bucky’s obsessed with you,” Steve answers after calming his laughter. 

“God, yes, you’re all he talks about nowadays,” Sam adds. 

“What?! He does? Why? Are you shitting me right now? Because that would be really freaking mean—“

“No! Of course not,” Steve insists. “Don’t you see the way he looks at you?”

“And the pet names he gives you?” Sam adds.

“And how he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself lately?” Steve finishes. 

Now you feel stupid for even asking. Of course you noticed all of those things. They were all you ever thought about. “Well, yeah, but maybe he does that with all the girls.”

“What girls?” Sam retorted. “The only women who are here often enough to cross paths with him are you, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda’s with Vision, as weird as that is, but love is love. Natasha shoots daggers at anyone who looks at her with love in their eyes. That leaves you.”

“Why in the world would he like me? Of all people? He’s out of my league,” you sigh,

Sam’s scoff pulls you from your thoughts. “Bucky? Out of your league? He’s a crazy ex-assassin with emotional issues! If anything, he's out of your league.”

“You’re a catch, why wouldn’t he like you?” Steve assures.

Steve and Sam always know just what to say to make you feel better. “I guess you’re right,” you admit with a defeated grin. 

“So, you know how Bucky feels. What are you going to do about it?” Steve asks. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“We’re listening.”

You divulge your plan to them. They smile, hyping you up. 

“Dude, I’m so down!” Sam exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. 

“You think this will work?”

“Definitely,” Steve assures. “This is going to be amazing!”

“Okay then, we’re doing this. Let’s go find Bucky. Time to initiate phase one.”

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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, flipping through a book when he sees you, Sam, and Steve enter. He exchanges a glance with you, smiling as your eyes light up. The three of you sit down. You’re sitting next to Sam, closer than usual. There’s a brief moment of silence before you speak. “Sam, are you going to karaoke night?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss everyone’s drunk-ass singing for the world.”

“Will you be my duet partner?”

This catches Bucky’s attention. He looks up from his book. Why the hell were you asking Sam to sing with you? You normally ask the girls...

“Sure thing, baby. It’ll be a ton of fun!” Sam smiles. 

Baby?! What?! How dare he call you a pet name, his girl, right in front of him? Well, you may not be his girl yet, but Sam knows how he feels about you. What the hell is he thinking?

“Yay! This’ll be so fun!” You hug him, grabbing his hand before continuing, “Wanna practice with me in a bit?”

“Find me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Sam answers, kissing your knuckle before letting go of your hand. 

Sweetheart?! What the fuck was going on? Did he miss his shot? Would Sam really do that to him? Bucky can barely handle his swirling thoughts. He storms out of the room without looking back. 

Steve can’t help but laugh once Bucky is out of earshot. “That worked a little too well, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That wasn’t too far, was it?” you ask with a worried expression on your face. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He’ll just come on even stronger now. He won’t give up on you that easily,” Sam assures you. 

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Bucky can barely contain his anger as you step on the stage with Sam, giggling and smiling at your karaoke partner. Jealousy engulfs him. He can barely listen to the start of the song, ignoring the catchy beat blasting through the speakers. He doesn’t recognize the song, but looks up from his drink when you sing, “Hey Bucky boy, what you doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store."

He looks right at you. Did she just say Bucky?

Sam echoes, “Hey, hey Bucky!” Well, that answers his question.

“You're giving it your all when you're dancing on me. I want to see if you can give me some more,” you continue, twirling your fingers through your hair.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“You can be my man, I can be your girl, and we can pump this jam however you want,” you sing, swaying your hips to the cadence of the lyrics.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we can pump it from the back and the front,” you wink as you finish the line. Bucky sits up suddenly, crossing his legs, his face turning beet red. You smile, knowing the plan was working. Steve laughs from beside him. He keeps his eyes glued on you as the two of you continue the song, utterly entranced. You look him right in the eye as you end the song, “I want you tonight.”

You saunter over to where he is sitting after high-fiving Sam, confidence filling your chest. “So, what did you think of my performance, Bucky?”

You yelp as he grabs your hips and pulls you down to sit on his lap. His voice deepens, “you’re such a tease, you know that right?”

You laugh. “I’m the tease? Really? You’re the one who just pulled me onto your lap and taunts me with flirtatious remarks and smiles all freaking day. My god Bucky, make a move already—”

He cuts you off, pulling you in for a kiss, his flesh arm grabbing the back of your neck. The team whoops and cheers. 

“Glad you finally made a move, Bucky,” you pant as your lips part from his.

“Best decision I ever made in my life, doll.” Before you can respond, he kisses you again, the karaoke bar fading in the background as you finally embrace the man of your dreams.

[glassbead-xx]

Bridgerton book spoilers, proceed with caution

Weeb here who got obsessed with Bridgerton and now I’m presenting you my hopes for S3

lol if any of this actually happens xD

Disclaimer: I’ve only read Benedict’s book, snippets from Colin’s, and one scene from Eloise’s, and it will probably show, still spoilers for all of them and Francesca’s because of fucking course

Disclaimer 2: I might turn this into fanfics, we’ll see :v

Disclaimer 3: a lot of text ahead

So the season begins right where S2 left off. In my world everyone’s still living in the Bridgerton home because it gives us more ✨drama✨

The season is about to start and everyone is losing their marbles because Kate is presenting Fran for her debut yay, so everyone’s like ‘should we make a party or something?’ And I want Kate to be like ‘let’s do a masquerade ball’ just so it shows that this is her first ball as Viscountess :3

So a few shenanigans later, it’s the ball (yaaay :)) and Eloise is super bored and alone and she doesn’t go with Penelope because El is still pissed, and with good reason xD

Benedict is also bored and he finds Pen who is just as bored. Benedict takes Pen out to dance because why the fuck not and she’s like ‘sure’. So one of Colin’s friends is like ‘aren’t you the one who is constantly dancing with Ms. Featherington?’ And Colin’s all like ‘wha’ and sees Benedict and Penelope dancing. Colin doesn’t think too much about it because he’s my bro and that’s not going to happen

So the Mystery Lady comes in and Benedict is all like 😍😍😍 so Penelope nudges him to go after her, and the moment Benedict leaves Colin goes to Penelope. Colin asks Pen to dance but she refuses, and then he asks her about Eloise and why she hasn’t talked to him or answered his messages or whatever and Pen in all her petty glory says something along the lines of ‘I just thought you’d be too busy to associate with me’ and Colin’s like ‘wha’ and Penelope’s just like ‘goodbye Mr. Bridgerton’ Colin.exe has stopped working

Meanwhile Benedict is still talking to his Mystery Lady and I want these five minutes to be as Cinderella as possible, just like in their book. They spot Colin who’s sulking and they try to make him feel better but the moment Colin starts third wheeling he leaves. Then Benedict and Silver Lady dance and I have two options: either Ten Minutes Ago from one of the Cinderella musicals because I’m trash for that song, or Enchanted by Taylor Swift (it’s one of my favorites, let me dream)

Kate and Anthony are by themselves talking but then Eloise appears and starts to third wheel because she’d rather do that than go with Pen. Then Benedict comes after his lady is gone and everyone’s like ‘it’s been like two hours, how are you already in love?’ and finally Colin comes in and this is how it goes

Anthony: Colin are you not enjoying the ball?

Colin: sadly not brother, I tried to talk to Pen but she brushed me off

Eloise: meh, it’s for your own good

*everyone else looks at her because she’s been pissed with Pen for a while and no one knows why*

If Colin is too drunk they could pull off the meme

Colin: Pen called me Mr. Bridgerton 😭😭😭

Kate: of course that’s your name

*cue Benedict telling everyone how in love he is after two hours of dancing with a lovely lady*

Benedict: anyway, goodbye Kate, Anthony, Colin

Colin: Pen used to call me Colin

Eloise: of course she did, that’s your bloody name 🙃🙃🙃

Episode 2: Fran’s debut, Benedict’s shenanigans in finding his mystery Lady and Colin.exe is still not working

So I know from the synopsis of her book that Fran gets married to a guy named John but then he dies and she falls for his cousin Micheal.

If John and Micheal are introduced in S3 then I want Fran and John being adorable on one side and Micheal being annoyed because he’s third wheeling looking at Pen because why is this cute lady alone lol, so Micheal and Pen dance maybe twice and Colin.exe continues to not work. Now Anthony is looking at Colin and he’s like ‘now I know how Daphne felt with my bullshit lol’

Like in S2, episode 3 goes back and forth. Not only is this episode a clip show so we can remember Colin and Pen’s moments throughout the series, but also a flashback so we can see Colin and Pen as babies, how they met, when they started calling each other so informally, when Pen fell for him, when Colin basically realized ‘this girl is my best friend’

I also love Benedict and Colin’s contrast with their love stories, as in Benedict fell for Sophie almost immediately while Colin fell slowly over a period of several years, and it would be neat if they addressed that

So Anthony, Benedict, Daphne and Eloise are talking to Colin, and everyone comes to the conclusion that Colin, this adorable idiot is in fact in love with his best friend Penelope Featherington

Meanwhile, Pen is talking to someone else about her feelings because Colin is acting weird lately, but decides not to because ‘he doesn’t love me like that, and I don’t have time for this, I’ve got Lady Whistledown things to publish’

After that Pen dances and apparently starts to court a guy (not Micheal lol) and Colin.exe is finally working again and he’s running on jealousy

But the jealousy thing doesn’t last that long because Colin finds out Pen is Lady Whistledown, and then more shenanigans, Fran keeps flirting with this guy, Benedict is having a crisis

I want the carriage scene (I read that one lol)

Give Marina a little subplot so she and Colin can have some well done and not half-assed closure, and start setting up Eloise’s story (but I want Ben to get S4 :v)

If Gregory’s subplot is the same as his summary and they don’t add anything to Benedict’s (of course if the show makes it farther than S4) then Benedict is going to be the only one of the Bridgerton brothers who didn’t start up proposing to the wrong girl lol :v

And they lived happily ever after, following much ✨drama✨

Just my thoughts, sorry for the long text :v

Me @ Colin&Pen (and all of my other ships)

[vicea]

dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson) 

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories 

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour... 

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea) 

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when 

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla 

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars 

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon!