#every single person who worked on this movie needs a kiss on the mouth and approximately a trillion dollars these fucking MAGICIANS

[stil-lindigo]

PARTY ROCKERS IN THE HOUUUUSE TONIIIIGHT

[tgcg]

bad mouther, hole master

TG: kissing with tongue is gross as hell

CG: COME THE FUCK OFF IT.

TG: what

CG: I'M SAYING SHUT UP.

TG: oh

CG: IT'S NOT THAT WEIRD. IT'S LIKE THE NATURAL PROGRESSION OF REGULAR KISSING TO EVENTUALLY INCLUDE THAT. IF YOU HAD ANY SEMBLANCE OF ROMANCE GHOSTING THROUGH THE DEVOLVING REMNANTS OF YOUR THINKPAN YOU'D APPRECIATE WHAT IT BRINGS TO THE NUTRITION PLATFORM OF ANY CONSENTING CONCUPISCENT RELATIONSHIP!

TG: youre talking about it like its a goddamn military weapon or some shit

TG: some kinda scientific fuckin method to fondle a dudes mouth with your own mouth thats

TG: thats gross

TG: this isnt supposed to be a debate before fuckin congress on the pros and cons of getting your mack on

TG: its i would say a reasonably personal thing to react about and thats just my reaction man you dont gotta arbitrate it

TG: and like why the hell do they have to linger on it so long in these movies do they really want me to immerse myself in people necking each other that much

TG: roll the sounds around in my earholes like im swilling a fine fuckin wine

TG: well my professional opinion is that shit tastes and sounds mad gross and tbh i havent seen a single movie where it was close to being any kind of necessary

TG: its just a cringy waste of everyones time

CG: YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, AND I DISAGREE WITH EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE GASH, YOU LUMP OF TIGHT-LIPPED CLUELESSNESS.

TG: did you just homestar me

CG: FOR THE SAKE OF ARGUMENT, SINCE YOU'RE APPARENTLY DESPERATE TO START SHIT WITH ME RIGHT NOW: HAVE YOU EVER EVEN DONE IT?

TG: hell no

CG: THANK YOU FOR PROVING MY POINT.

TG: proving your point--

TG: bro have uh

TG: have YOU???

CG: EXCUSE ME? HAVE I WHAT?

TG: come on

TG: i walked into this stupid conversation with a fucking shovel and by god am i digging myself a damn hole big and wide enough for every dave across time to squeeze in so i might as well get cosy in this shit before we all start collectively shoving dirt in our mouths

TG: bet your ass im taking you down with me though

TG: grab your spade and get digging man

CG: GRAB MY WHAT????????

TG: just tell me

CG: ???????!!!!!!!!

TG: karkat

CG: NO!

TG: f-

CG: WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!!! WHAT PART OF "SHUT UP" DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND????

TG: wait no

TG: oh my god dude

TG: you can spin that shit all you want but you can do it the hell away from me

TG: i do not need to be hip to your weirdo foursquare fantasies

TG: patently not my business

CG: STOP RIGHT THERE. JUST SHUT IT. I AM PUTTING US OUT OF OUR MISERY RIGHT NOW. I AM CONDUCTING AN ACT OF MERCY ON THIS INSANE FUCKING CONVERSATION AND YOU ARE GOING TO ZIP YOUR LIPS AND TAKE IT.

CG: HERE IT IS: YOUR SINGLE OPPORTUNITY TO PRETEND YOU NEVER SAID THAT TO ME. I AM GOING TO FORGET YOU MADE A COMPLETE MOCKERY OF ME AND MY CULTURE THIS ONE TIME. AND LET YOU CONTINUE TO DIG YOUR STUPID, SHITTY HOLE.

CG: AND DAVE, I AM BEGGING YOU NOT TO WASTE IT.

CG: TO ANSWER YOUR SHOCKINGLY INAPPROPRIATE QUESTION, NO I HAVE NOT DONE IT.

CG: WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK.

CG: HAPPY?

TG: ……..

TG: way to defuse the situation solid work

TG: real gold star effort grabbin that lit wick and blowing on it

TG: ok first of all you asked me first so dont act like im the one being a weirdo about this

TG: second of all i didnt mean it like that and you know it

TG: THIRD of all what the hell was the point of engaging the knightly theatrics then if you cant even verify that shit

CG: WELL FUCK, SORRY DAVE! I GUESS I'M JUST A FUCKING ROMANCE ENTHUSIAST! I GUESS I GIVE A MAJOR SHIT ABOUT THE THING YOU'RE OPENLY MOCKING TO MY FACE! IS THAT SO IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO WRAP YOUR THOUGHT SPONGE AROUND?

CG: AND IT WAS COMPLETELY REASONABLE FOR ME TO ASK YOU THAT, YOU CONGEALED FETID NOOKSTAIN! MY STATUS ON THE MATTER HAS LITERALLY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE POINT EITHER OF US IS TRYING TO MAKE.

CG: TRY TO KEEP YOUR NUGBONE FROM CAVING IN ON ITSELF WHEN I DROP THIS BOMBSHELL: I'M ALLOWED TO HAVE OPINIONS ON THINGS I ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT, EVEN IF I HAVEN'T DONE THEM! I DON'T JUST GO TROUNCING THE FUCK ABOUT LOBBING MY UNFOUNDED OPINIONS AT PEOPLE LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING. UNLIKE SOMEONE WHO MAY OR MAY NOT BE INVOLVED IN THIS CONVERSATION WE'RE HAVING RIGHT NOW!

TG: youre

CG: I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU BY THE WAY. THE SOMEONE IS YOU.

TG: oh gimme a break

TG: bro youre going apeshit over something you havent even done

TG: you know what that sounds like to me it sounds like an overcompensating fake fan who doesnt get any

TG: you heard of troll napoleon complex

CG: AT LEAST I ACTUALLY FORMED MY OPINION BASED ON CAREFUL CONSIDERATION --

TG: -- oh yeah i bet huh

CG: -- INSTEAD OF JUST BANKING ON NUBJERK --

TG: -- not a real thing you just said

CG: -- REACTIONS AND WRINKLING MY SNIFF NUB AT ANY SIGNS OF GENUINE PHYSICAL INTIMACY!

TG: stop saying nub

CG: YOU EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BULGEWAD

TG: not too much worse than being a perpetual fountain of emotional diarrhea

CG: DON'T YOU DARE.

CG: DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO USE THAT AS A "GOTCHA", YOU--… YOU! FUCK!

TG: dude did you actually run out of insults

TG: okay this is getting concerning

TG: youre the international dude of verbal dunks

TG: that can not be happening

CG: AAGHRJRGHJRGRHJAGHRJGRHJAGRHJRGRHJRGRHRJR

TG: you cant run out of em youre like the ultimate peddler of hate

CG: YOU DON'T THINK I'M CRITICALLY AWARE OF THE HOOFBEASTSHIT I'M SPEWING NIGH FUCKING CONSTANTLY?! I AM PAINFULLY COGNIZANT OF HOW MORONIC EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS!!!!

TG: feel like ive done some damage here

CG: ESPECIALLY MYSELF!

TG: alright bud time to calm down

CG: YOU CALM DOWN!!!!

TG: okay whatever!

CG: WHATEVER!!!!!!!!

TG: jeez

…

TG: here

…

CG: UGH.

TG: yeah

TG: really glad stuff like this happens in private

CG: YEAH. SAME HERE.

CG: JEGUS, CAN WE GO BACK TO BEFORE WE HAD THIS CONVERSATION? I DON'T ASK YOU MANY FAVORS, SO SURELY YOUR SLURRY OF ILL-DEFINED TIME POWERS CAN ALLOW YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

CG: JUST LIKE, WIPE THAT WHOLE THING OFF THE SLATE.

CG: LET'S START OVER. SAY, FIVE MINUTES AGO. HOW DOES THAT SOUND?

TG: what conversation?

CG: OKAY, GOTCHA.

[gorgeys]

FOR YOU ★ katniss everdeen

katniss everdeen x fem!reader

you see katniss for the first time after she wins the 74th annual hunger games

warnings: just some cheesy fluff bc i watched the hunger games for the first time

word count: 1145

note: this takes place after the first movie bc i’ve only watched that one and the ballad of songbirds and snakes 🫣

also this is kinda based on that one forrest gump scene where he’s at the vietnam war protest and jenny starts running to him through the reflecting pool to get to him 😭😭

hope you enjoy!!

the second she steps off the train, she’s already surrounded by the crowd.  some people are chanting her name, others are offering her the three-finger salute, and some are even crying.  she feels peeta squeeze her shoulder as he steps off behind her, and she can sense the smile on his face.

but she can barely feel his fingers on her skin or hear district 12 celebrating around her.  she’s so focused, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd.  there were so many people there to congratulate and thank her yet she only wanted to see one person.

it takes a few seconds before she hears a faint shout of her name.

“katniss!” the voice calls out.  “katniss!”

her ears instantly perk up and she instinctively moves toward the source of the sound.

“katniss!”

it’s clearer now and she’s sure she knows who it belongs to.  she can see people getting shoved in the back of the crowd as someone makes their way to the front.  she doesn’t even need to see who it is before tears rim her eyes.

she involuntarily releases a strained noise of sheer desperation before she speeds up, the crowd kindly parting for her.  the same can’t be said for you as you use every bit of your strength to push past citizens, some of them leaving you irritated glances.

luckily you make quick work and suddenly your unkempt hair catches katniss’ eye.  she notices your rough, seasoned hands fighting those around you to get to her and now she’s nearly running toward you.

she screams your name, letting you know that she’s seen you and reminding you of how intensely she’s missed you.  her voice is raw and distraught.  she reminds you of how painful it is for her to be without you.

only when you’ve made it all the way to the front do you stop and does katniss get a clear look at you.  you stumble out of the crowd, nearly falling, but you catch yourself.  bystanders stare, questioning the importance of your presence, but all you do is look up and meet katniss’ eyes.

she stops fifteen steps ahead of you.  only then does she remember why she had fought so hard to stay alive; why she had killed; why she had refused to give up even when the odds were against her.  because, when she looked into your eyes—your perfect, beautiful, joyful eyes that reflected all of her own emotions—she remembered that it was all for you.

she refused to let her life end in that artificial forest because her life hadn’t truly begun until she was able to be with you.  you were her reason, the single thing that kept her going, that motivated her, that she thought about on every dark, cold, soulless night.  

she dreamed endlessly about returning to district 12 just to be wrapped in your warm embrace, to feel your chaste kiss on her cheek, and to start a new life with you.  in fact, she dreamed about this very moment that she was living in.  she dreamed about everything from how you would look to the way you would look at her.  she dreamed about how it would feel and what she would do, but once she was in the moment, everything was more powerful than she could have ever imagined.  everything was far more perfect than in her dreams.

she watched your own tears swell as your eyes settled upon her.  your hands came to your face, covering your mouth as you fought your natural crying face into a smile.

seeing you cry always made her so weak and she felt her tears start flowing down her cheeks.  she felt her ugly cry begin but she couldn’t help it.  it felt so good to see you that it was almost painful.  you had woven your way into her heart and now the two of you were one.

a tiny part of her brain was scared of what you might think of her.  would you be afraid of her after seeing her kill so ruthlessly?  would you lose your feelings after watching her at her lowest moment?  or worst of all, would you be angry at her after witnessing her onscreen romance with peeta?

she had played into her role during the games—the girl on fire who was head over heels for the baker’s son—but the games were over now and there was no need to pretend anymore.  while peeta may have loved her, katniss’ feelings for him were never close to what she felt for you.  she just hoped that you had realized that too.

no matter what peeta would say to her or how many people were there to worship her, everything seemed insignificant when she was face to face with you.  and you felt exactly the same.  that empty hole in your chest that had appeared when katniss had volunteered all those weeks ago was suddenly full.  with her return to district 12, katniss everdeen has also returned your heart.

she finally started toward you, slowly at first, and then faster.  it didn’t matter who was watching, whether it was peeta or the capitol or the whole world, she had a primitive need to be with you.  and you would accept her with open arms.

she tightly hugged your shoulders, her grip so strong that you couldn’t have pulled away even if you wanted to.  she pulled your body into hers and kept your face close to hers so that your noses were nearly touching.

your hands found solace holding each side of her face.  she knew how powerful your hands were from all the times you had been hunting together so it meant even more when you were able to hold her so gently.  you always touched her like she was glass that would break in your hands if you weren’t careful.  she relished the feeling; no one had ever treated her so softly and made her feel so special, not peeta, not gale.

when you felt her warm skin beneath your fingers, everything felt all the more real.  she was really there.  she had really survived the deadliest of arenas and now she was here with you.  she was here for you.

you shared a single loving gaze, one that conveyed every emotion.  you shared your sorrow, your pain, your excitement, your joy, your newfound relaxation.  you shared your bare love with each other.

only then did she press her lips to yours in a feverish kiss. your lips fit perfectly as your tears merged into a single stream.  you disregarded air and molded yourselves into each other, willing the moment to live on forever.

a single thought entered katniss’ mind, one that would’ve sounded crazy to anyone but her:

she would’ve done it all over again if it meant coming home to you.

omg i’m so sorry that i haven’t been writing any requests i have 9 sitting in my inbox 😭

the next story will prob be camille from house of usher and then i’ll work on those requests starting with naomi from wolf of wall street

i’ll try to be better y’all 😔

[xhoneygirlxx]

my salvation

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: when it all becomes too much, you go to one person.

warnings: established relationship, mentions of mental health issues, depression/anxiety, panic attack. pronouns not used, Eddie calls reader pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.). modern au!, current technology and movies mentioned. bad writing and not proofread, if there are any grammar mistakes pretend like it's not there. pictures used do not describe reader in anyway, only used for aesthetic purposes. 18+ Minors please go away :)

a/n: as someone who deals with panic attacks, sometimes all i want is for someone to just hold me. there's moments where i don't want any questions asked because i can become embarrassed very easily which makes it worse. if any of you guys are dealing with mental health issues, just know that you are loved, and my page is always a safe place <3

The room is shrouded in darkness, the only light is the yellow shine of the streetlamp outside your room. When you got home from work, you told Eddie that you needed to lay down, physically drained from the week you had just had. Your boyfriend being the angel he is, helped you into the bed and placed a wet kiss on your head, telling you if you needed anything just to call for him and he'd be there.

Work had been a nightmare recently, your whole department swamped with ten times the work you're used to due to an overflow of paperwork. Your boss, Doug, had been an asshole to you in particular, even though you weren't even the head of your team. It didn't matter because he made it a point to single you out, ride your ass all week, and when all was said and done he never thanked you for all the late shifts you pulled to get it all back together.

The whole way home all you could think about was your bed, curling up under the blankets, and just turning the whole world off. It was Friday night and rather than spend time with your boyfriend that you hadn't seen all week because of conflicting working schedules, you were laying in bed too exhausted to do anything else.

However you couldn't sleep, your eyes screaming to rest, yet your mind couldn't shut off. There was something happening, swarm of emotions starting in your mind, and you were trying everything to keep out of the eye of the storm.

As you stare up at the dark ceiling you could feel the burn behind your eyes, crawling it's way out to be released. Your body was sinking further and further into the bed like a cement block. The tingle of your fingers had alerted you, setting off the bells and whistles in your head.

The room that you were once in is now gone, replaced by grey skies and dark water. The waves are choppy, quick, and strong, pushing you around like a ragdoll being chewed on by a dog. Kicking your legs and pushing your arms, you try to stay afloat.

The pounding of your heart is loud, beating deafeningly in your ears like a kick drum. It's constant, it's overwhelming, and you can't control it. Your mouth won't open, refusing to cooperate like you swallowed a bunch of super glue, trapping it shut.

While you're trying to save yourself from the dark abyss you were heading into, you couldn't feel your legs anymore, like you were paralyzed by impending doom.

Here in the dark bedroom that you and your boyfriend share, you lay motionless, tears rolling down the side of your cheeks onto the pillow under your head. Your chest is moving rapidly up and down, trying to find the air that it desperately needs.

You're trying everything that you learned in your years of therapy, repeating all the street names of your childhood neighborhood, counting Mississippi's, naming every thing you see, touch, hear. Every tool, every lesson that you were taught, and nothing is working. The life preservers and rafts aren't helping you survive these tsunami like waves.

You can't do this on your own, fight this battle without any teammates. You know the minute you try to stand your legs will give out on you, so there's only one thing you can do. Reaching your hand to the nightstand next to the bed, you pat your hand around trying your last weapon.

When you feel your phone in the palm of your hand, you move it quickly to your face. The words on the bright screen are hard to see with the way your neck is craned and the tears that are blurring your vision.

With whatever strength you have, you text Eddie, praying to the gods above that he can hear his phone over his video game. Without trying to alert him, you simply tell him that you need him to come to you.

You can hear him, laughing and joking with his friends on his headset. The voice of the only person who can save you from drowning is right behind that door, yet he feels so far away.

Shutting your phone off and throwing it somewhere on the bed, you continue to sit there in the darkness, tied down by the invisible chains your mind has wrapped around you.

No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to get the oxygen to your lungs. The pounding of your heart is growing louder, the waves are getting stronger and stronger, pulling you completely under.

What you don't realize is that your salvation is right there, reaching his hand out and pulling you up from the angry sea.

Through the crashing sounds of the water you hear him, his voice brings you back to safety. When you open your eyes he's there, hovering over you, calling out to you like an angel at the pearly white gates.

"Baby," the mattress dips down beside you where he's sat, "Baby, hey, what's wrong?"

Blinking away the salty water from your eyes, you can see Eddie. His eyebrows scrunched up in worry, mouth pulled down with a frown. Because of the bright lamp he must've turned on, you can see his eyes, big chocolate pools swarming with concern, flickering back and forth trying to study your face.

The minute you register what's happening it all comes crashing down, the fear, the sadness, the worry. Your mouth that was once locked shut, has finally freed itself from it restraints. No words come out, only the loud sobbing that was trapped in your throat.

You can hear the shuffling from your boyfriend, the pressure of his full body weight next to you. He doesn't hesitate to hold you, engulfing you into a bear hug. You wish that you could feel your limbs, that the fuzziness that pulses through them would go away, so you could feel his touch.

Your whole body is shaking, releasing all the emotion that was trapped inside. The sound of your pounding heart is now replaced with your wailing that vibrates off of Eddie's chest. The cotton of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot, and you know that when you pull away you won't look pretty but you can't care, not when your lungs are burning with the sea water you swallowed while drowning.

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you." Eddie's voice rattles through his chest, right where your head lays. He repeats this mantra over and over again to you, like a prayer.

"I'm s-so sorry, Eddie. I'm so s-sorry." You don't know why you're apologizing and he doesn't question it, only rubbing his hand back and forth on the middle of your back.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. P-please don't leave, leave me." The sentence is hiccupped through your crying. There's nothing for you to be sorry for, no reason for him to get up and leave you, but you can't help but repeat it over and over again.

Maybe you're apologizing because you hadn't seen him all week. Maybe you're sorry for interrupting his game session with the boys. Maybe you're apologizing to Doug for not being on top of your game at work. Maybe you're apologizing to the barista that made your drink wrong and having her remake it. Maybe you're sorry to yourself for putting up with every single thing and not sticking up for yourself. Maybe you're sorry for putting your body through torture everyday, not giving it the proper care and fuel that it needs to survive.

Every single little thing that's been bothering you is coming out now, the evidence on your boyfriends beloved Metallica shirt. You can feel your body deflate, like a balloon that's seeping out helium.

"Honey, I need you to take one deep breath for me. All I want is one big one, okay? Can you do that for me, love?" Eddie's tone is gentle even though he's demanding something you're not sure you can do.

With whatever strength you have in your body, you nod. With a whispered okay, he instructs you to follow him. His chest expands and then shrinks back down, your head moving with it. On autopilot you follow him, doing exactly what he did.

"There you go, baby. You're doin' such a good job for me."

The thing you once craved is now back within your body, your chest lighter than before. The muscles in your throat aren't tight anymore, allowing airflow back through. In that moment, Eddie's words and comfort is what brings you back down to your body. You can feel the warmth of his touch, his curls tickling your cheek.

Your teeth pulse with a heartbeat and your lips feel like your leg after you sat on it for too long. Everything is coming back to you now and you aren't scared anymore.

The cries that once ricocheted off the walls are now gone, the only thing that's heard is your breathing and small hiccups in between. There isn't a word spoken, not a question asked, just quietness. You push your face a little further into Eddie's chest, seeking refuge in the thing that just pulled you out from your demise.

After what feels like forever, Eddie finally breaks the comfortable silence. "You feelin' okay?" You don't respond verbally, rather nodding your head in response.

He hums, kissing the top of your head so lightly you almost miss it. He sits with you for a little bit longer before urging you up from your spot of comfort. Guiding you to the bathroom, he takes a cold wash cloth to your face, wiping away the stickiness of your tears and the mess of your snot with a light hand.

When you're all clean and your nose is blown, you follow him into the living room, where he sits you down. Turning off his game, he switched the tv to Disney plus to put on your comfort movie. Without another word, he moves into the kitchen where he opens and closes cabinets and the fridge.

Returning to the living room, he takes a seat right next to you, placing a plate with a sandwich on your legs. A cold bottle of water sits in his hand, you watch ringed fingers twist the cap off. Gently, Eddie puts his hands under your chin and lift the bottle to your lips, where you happily accept the cold water.

You eat your pb&j while watching Toy Story, taking a ragged breath every once and a while. When the sandwich is eaten, Eddie takes your plate and places it on the coffee table, and then hands you your water to take another sip.

Wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into the side of his body, gripping onto you like his life depended on it. You don't mind it either, sinking into him with ease.

"My lovebug, so strong and brave. I'm proud of you." His hand pets the top of your head, pushing any loose hair out of your face.

Everything is right again, falling into place where it should be. Not everything is going to be like this, you remind yourself, nothing is ever bad when you have the love of your life sitting next to you. His scent calming you, the beat of his heart music to your ears, the heat of his skin comforting you.

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thank you all for reading! love you all :)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Prompt #2 smut with chad Meeks-Martin x reader

‘’Does that feel good?’’

Warnings: smut, handjob

my taglists are here  + you can requests here at any time

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After nine days in an uncomfortable hospital bed and eating tasteless meals, Chad was discharged from the hospital. Recovery was going well for him. The stabbing wounds were healing slowly but nicely, according to the doctors. His leg, however, was more damaged. Amber’s knife had touched a nerve in his thigh and it will possibly leave him with a slight limp.

‘’This is much better than the hospital,’’ Chad declared, his head on your shoulder while a movie played on his small TV. ‘’I like having you as my personal nurse.’’

You had offered to stay with Chad and play nurse while his parents were at work during the day. Mindy had immaturely pointed out how dirty it sounded, but you just wanted to help and take care of the person you loved after almost losing him.

‘’You didn’t like Dr. Monique?’’ You held your laugh, already knowing his answer.

‘’She kept insisting to change my bandages and tried to give me a sponge bath. A sponge bath, babe!’’

‘’Wouldn’t it have been a safer idea? You had me help you in the shower and almost fell on me. I’m half your height!’’

‘’I already apologized for that — a thousand times. My foot slipped, okay?’’ Chad said, getting defensive.

You chuckled. ‘’Okay.’’

Chad opened his mouth, but you captured his lips, finally able to kiss without having to worry about making the heart monitor go crazy.

Although he had only spent over a week at the hospital and you saw him every single day, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in months and this was your reunion. In a way, it was. The hospital wasn’t the best place for privacy. There’s doctors and nurses coming in and out at all times, family and friends visiting, and that annoying heart monitor.

The kiss was a mix of relief and desperation, your hands clinging to Chad’s bicep and shirt. His tongue slipped between your lips, cupping your face to deepen the kiss. He’s been wanting to do this for so long — and so did you. Being home made more room for possibilities, but with his parents and sister checking in on him all the time, you and Chad didn’t have a lot of alone moments.

The hand grabbing his shirt slid down his chest and stomach, careful to not apply any pressure over his healing wounds, and slipped underneath his sports shorts.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Chad sad against your lips, speaking low.

You continued your journey down, and cupped his flaccid length over his boxers. ‘’Taking care of my boyfriend’s sexual urges. What does it looks like?’’

He took a sharp breath, trying so hard not to buck his hips into your hand. ‘’I’m a big fan of that idea, but I don’t want to risk popping a stitch— aah.’’ Chad threw his head back against his pillows, his words forgotten as you continued your ministrations, feeling him grow stiff swiftly from all the pent up sexual needs.

Laying on a hospital bed trying to recover from countless stab wounds made it impossible for any kind of sexual interaction. Not even by his left hand. His bed was unfortunately situated right where anyone would have a full shot of his private parts if walking by his room and the shower was too hazardous. It was also very illegal to jerk off or do anything sexual in a hospital. This is not Grey’s Anatomy or some other hospital drama.

You smirked to yourself. ‘’Who said you were going to do any of the work?’’

With some gentle shuffling and maneuvering, you managed to get Chad’s cock out. He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his touch starved cock, so sensitive and responding.

''So needy for my touch, uh?’’ you teased, rubbing your thumb over his tip and spread the precum leaking out down his shaft. ‘’Does that feel good?''

A moan spilled from Chad’s lips in response, not caring how needy and desperate he sounded. ‘’You have no idea.’’ 

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[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: Bug’s self esteem and Bucky’s thoughts on her body

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized fem reader)  CW: Struggles with physical self esteem (younger Bug), talks about comparing bodies and societal beauty standards, past fat phobia and bullying, language, references to sex, oral sex and fooling around, switches from 3rd person to 2nd person POV at the sex part. 

By the time we meet Bug as an adult we aren’t going to see a lot of physical self-esteem issues, in fact she carries herself with a lot of confidence. She wears whatever the fuck she wants, styles her hair and makeup however she wants, and carries the mindset of “I don’t owe it to anyone to be pretty or palatable.” This is because in her 20s she’s really started to unpack how much bullshit comes with a. existing as a woman in society and b. existing as a plus size woman in society. So if she doesn’t want to shave her legs she’s not going to, but you bet your ass she’ll still be in shorts if it’s hot, humans have body hair get the fuck over it. 

I’d say this turning point for her really came around the time that Bucky got arrested for kicking the shit out of her ex (as referenced here). It had been devastating at the time, and even though Bucky swore up and down he’d happily do it again consequences be damned, she realized someone she cared about who clearly cared way more about her than said shit head ex was being inconvenienced for something at the end of the day didn’t really matter all that much. Like who was her ex to even say that? And why would she care about some loser’s opinion? 

That was not the case when they were growing up, however. If we were to purely just focus on younger Bug we’d see a lot more insecurity born from her experiences with bullies and the fact that the token actresses chosen to play the “fat friend” in movies and TV were still significantly smaller than her. It also didn’t help that Bucky’s on again off again girlfriend throughout high school was tiny so she’d look at her as the gold standard for what Bucky must want and spend tearful nights comparing her thigh size to her, her waist size, etc. 

That, that attention to Bucky’s “type,” comes into play later on because as discussed , Bucky ends up sleeping around a lot. Which ends up revealing that Bug is in fact not the exception- we’re not going to see that trope of “would you date a plus size girl?” “Of course, it’s what’s inside that counts.” Bucky isn’t looking past Bug’s appearance to date her.  Because yes of course what’s inside matters but Bucky wasn’t sleeping around based on personality, and his choice of partners revealed that he has an appreciation for all different bodies. So does he find Bug beautiful on the inside? Absolutely. Does he also just find her incredibly fucking hot? Full send. And if he suddenly finds himself sleeping with more people that bare a resemblance to her leading up to him realizing his feelings surely that’s just a coincidence...

Speaking of sex; Bucky will dick you down six ways to Sunday and talk about how incredibly sexy your body is the entire time, how receptive it is, how welcoming. Bucky already found you desirable but that desire only increases in intensity the more he spends getting to know you and your body. He wants your plush thighs wrapped around his head, wants the full weight of you on him as you sit on his dick, wants to lick every single stretch mark, bite and mark the dimpled skin of your ass, press wet open mouthed kisses to the ample swell of your stomach, he wants to worship you. 

TLDR:

Bug is the type to say “If I’m too heavy to lift you better work out.”

and Bucky is the type to be in the gym because he needs to drag you down the bed, throw you across the room, fuck you up against the wall...

[illicitlimerence-writes]

traditions | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 1.1k words (thankfully) request: yep! by anon: “aaaa i love your works sm! can i request something child or pregnancy related with pierre? anything ngl i just have baby fever and the thought of pierre with kids makes me 🥰” prompt: making christmas treats ⎯ “stop eating all of the cookies!”  from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: pregnancy, bickering, language maybe. a/n: day 3! i know this is short but i’ll try to make all of these this length. REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, EVEN IF IT’S FOR THE SPECIAL. pls, i don’t want to close my askbox but if i keep getting i’ll have to turn it off.

my masterlist / 25 days of christmas masterlist

the holidays were right around the corner, and she liked having little rituals that she and pierre fulfilled every year. from decorating their shared apartment, to doing movie nights and gift-shopping. her favorite part was baking treats, an entire day of preparing different fillings for pies, dough for cookies, and pierre following his mother’s recipe for the perfect hot chocolate. 

they’d been preparing for this day for a week, buying everything they needed and even more stuff that she’d started craving recently. she was four months pregnant with their first little baby. after being together for five years, they felt ready to expand their family and try getting pregnant.

she was sure that pierre was going to be a great father, seeing him with his nieces and nephews always made her baby fever go through the roofs. he was so good with kids, always willing to play and not afraid to look ridiculous as he let the kids dress him up in crazy costumes for their games. he was so caring and gentle, but at the same time not afraid to get his hands dirty as he followed the kids’ orders to whatever plan they had in mind.

the moment they’d found out they were pregnant pierre was over the moon. already searching for ways to baby-proof their apartment, looking for clothes and a crib and things to decorate little gasly’s room. she’d looked at him with teary eyes, if this was how he reacted just to the news… she couldn’t imagine what he’d be like when the little one was actually born.

“is it ready?” she asked, watching pierre stirring the hot chocolate. she’d been craving it for so long, she could actually taste it in her mouth. 

“just one more minte, mon coeur,” he turned to her, watching her nibbling on one of the sugar cookies, he grinned, “stop eating all of the cookies,” he chuckled, making her roll her eyes.

“it’s not me, it’s you son,” she said. a teasing look on her face. they’d decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender, but she had a feeling it was going to be a boy. pierre hoped for a girl.

“well then, my little ladies can have as many as they want,” he said smugly, making his belief clear. he turned off the stove, and turned to her, placing a hand to her cheek, the other one finding her waist. she smiled at the closeness, ever since she found out about the pregnancy she found herself constantly craving physical contact. not just intimately, but a simple touch was enough. he leaned in, pecking the side of her lip, getting some of the leftover sugar from her lips. “you taste sweet, amour,” pierre hummed, enjoying the way she was basically melting under his touch.

“we should… finish making the pasties, before i get distracted,”

“you’ve been insatiable this month,” he noted, ever since she finished her first trimester and the nausea was gone, every single cell in her body called for him. 

“not my fault,” she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek before reluctantly letting go of him. 

as they waited for the hot chocolate to cool down a little, they took out a tray with nutella-filled pastries out of the oven, waiting for those to cool down as well.

“i’ll go set up the living room,” pierre announced, kissing the side of her forehead, “don’t eat these yet, please, you’ll get burned,”

“yeah, i know,” she said, even though her mouth was watering just at the sight of the golden pastries. 

she took out two mugs from a cabinet, matching mr. and mrs. claus ones that she found at an antique store in paris a few days ago. she served the hot chocolate, watching the kitchen counter filled with all the different types of christmas desserts they’d made that day. she was proud of herself, that even though the pregnancy was taking a toll on her health, she still had the strength and spirits to keep the tradition going. 

her eyes found the golden pastries. she knew they were going to be good. they looked absolutely perfect. she had to have one. she could still hear pierre scrolling through netflix trying to find a movie, she could have one and get away with it. she picked the perfect one, blowing on it before giving it a small bite.

the sound that came out of her… it was one that she only heard herself emitting when she was with pierre. it surprised her so much that she covered her mouth with a hand, trying to contain a chuckle, praying that pierre hadn’t heard her.

her eyes went up as she saw pierre walking in, a confused look on his face. so he had heard hear. 

“i should’ve known,” he smirked, looking at the sweet dessert in her hand. “it’s that good?” he asked, approaching her. she nodded, laughing at the absurdity of it all. she lifted the chocolatey treat to his lips, waiting to see his reaction.

“it’s great, right?” she asked, pierre nodded, eyes widening a little. 

“we really knocked it out of the park this year,” 

“i think it’s our little lady tasting everything for the first time that makes it all feel better.”

“i agree. i think our baby boy is enjoying all of this,” she retorted.

“girl,” pierre said.

“boy.” she lifted an eyebrow.

“girl,” he took a step closer to her.

“boy.” she dared one look to the side, seeing an opportunity.

“girl,” he insisted, placing his hands on her waist, turning her so her back was against the counter. 

perfect, she thought.

“boy.” she dipped her finger in the opened nutella jar, smearing it all over his face. she chuckled, watching his shocked expression.

“you did not,” he said, moving to grab the jar, but she was faster, holding the clean side of his face in one hand and started placing small kisses, cleaning a little bit of it.

“no, no, i’m sorry,” she laughed, grabbing a towel and cleaning his face. “i’m sorry, i can have my karma later, now i just want to watch a movie and eat as much of these as i can,” she said, placing a hand on her stomach without noticing. he noticed, and decided to please her. 

“of course, amour, anything for my girls.” he said, turning around to grab their mugs, and walked out of the kitchen.

“it’s a boy!”

[ellatoone7]

Clumsy (Alessia Russo x Reader)

"You know, I think this turned out quite well." You roll your eyes playfully, "Of course you do." You look down at your conjoined hands smiling gently as your girlfriend scoffs.

It had been an eventful day, Alessia had to get up and go to training at an ungodly hour so you decided after a well earned sleep in you'd make her breakfast.

Ella had come home with her which you had prepared for as you watched the two footballers hound down their food.

The rest of the day went by slowly with Ella going home leaving you and Alessia up to your own devices. Deciding finally to watch a movie you both began to settle down before Alessia got up to get snacks.

"Coffee or Tea?" You hear from the kitchen but before you can answer you hear a loud crash. You'd be worried if this didn't happen often but it did. Alessia was the clumsiest person you had ever met, not a day went by where Alessia didn't fall over or break something.

You question how someone that clumsy could be so talented on the pitch but Alessia makes it work even if she does face plant in every single game. You slowly get of the couch and lean against the kitchen door.

"Need some help?" You chuckle out as you look down at your soaked girlfriend who sheepishly looked up at you.

"The sink is broken." You laugh loudly as you help her up,"What am I gonna do with you?" She smiles cheekily at you before gently kissing your nose.

That's how you found yourself walking to your favourite cafe, the sun was just setting making a beautiful sunset. "Hold on.' Alessia pulls you back gently before guiding you to a stand by the railing.

Pulling her phone out, she pulled you closer until your back was pressed to her front. You feel her breath on your neck as she gently leans in to kiss the skin there.

She snaps a few pictures of the two of you before taking ones of you on your own, the blush on your face still prominent as Alessia holds the cafe door for you. Chuckling gently when you hear a soft grunt from Alessia banging her head off the door.

"What are you laughing at?" She grumbled while smiling softly, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. Alessia always had to have some sort of physical contact when she was around you, the girl could not keep her hands to herself.

"Right…Coffee or Tea?" You laugh softly once again at the same question that got you here, thinking about it for a moment you gently cup her face, Hmmmmm... you know, I'm not really in the mood for one anymore." Alessia's face dropped, "Wait, really?"

"No, Less! Not really. Get me a hot chocolate." Alessia playfully glared at you before kissing your cheek gently, "You're a child." You give her a sideway glance,

"That would put you in a very illegal position considering what we did last night..." A hand covered your mouth shielding your giggling as Alessia gives you a stern look.

"Shush, you." She says before giving you a quick kiss and hurrying off to order your drinks while bumping into most tables on the way. You watch as the barista's face lights up when she sees your girlfriend, you knew Alessia was well known especially in Manchester.

The barista continues to openly flirt with your girlfriend, you were nearly positive she had seen Alessia kiss you but it didn't seem like she cared as she bat her eyelashes dumbly at her.

Alesia kind as ever flashes her that charming smile while taking the cups out of her hand, you watch the barista blush as their hands brush.

Alessia's eyes widen when she turns to you, quickly walking over before slumping down in the chair opposite you with a sigh of relief. She wastes no time in grabbing your hand before placing a soft kiss against your knuckles.

"Seemed like an interesting conversation you had there." Alessia grumbles before scooting her chair closer to yours, "She clearly saw me kiss you.?" You laugh lovingly before connecting your lips once again, determined to make it clear that she was yours.

"You've nothing to worry about, darling." It's a mumble against your lips as Alessia pulls you into her lap, "I wasn't worried." She chuckled at your cocky response, "That's my girl."

"I got them for free, if that makes it any better." You glance at her in shock, "Why didn't you start with that? Please can you flirt with someone at ticket master, maybe they'Il give us free Taylor Swift tickets!" Alessia shakes her head in find disbelief before kissing your temple.

The walk home was peaceful as you warm your hands up with the takeaway cup and Alessia's hand. You lean against the railing by the lake, smiling softly as you feel two arms wrap around you from behind and a chin rest on your shoulder.

"It's so pretty. You whisper not wanting to disturb the peace as you look at the colours the sunset is producing, you feel eyes on you as you continue to look out,

"You're so pretty." You knew it was coming but it didn't stop your heart fluttering as you feel warm lips against your cheek. You knock your head against hers gently before shutting your eyes in bliss. 20 years have passed since you met in play school and yet she still makes you feel like a lovesick teenager. You know no one will ever be able to make you feel the way Alessia makes you feel.

"I love you?"

"Even when I break the kitchen sink?" You giggle softly before nudging her playfully,

"Hmmmm..." An offended scoff breaks you out of your bliss as her hands busy themselves with tickling your sides.

You crane your neck to look at her, breath hitching when you realise how close your faces were, with one small movement your lips were attached to hers as she softly kisses you.

"I love you, too." Alessia's heart was so full as she mumbled the words against your lips, ever since she met you on the yard her heart had been full. You had been to every single match and bought all her jerseys even though you despised Man United, you had moved countries just so you could be with her after she found out she got into UNC.

You had put your whole life into loving her and she did the exact same. When you booked small concerts with your band she showed up to every one of them, she helped you with your classes and supported you with all your dreams of being a musician.

As much as Alessia loved football, it would never come close to you. If she had to make a decision between football and you she would choose you every time no hesitation. No matter if it's a training or a World Cup final she would drop it all if you needed her.

Not that you would ever make her do that, you adored her on the pitch and off the pitch. You both knew how much you meant to each other and that's why you worked so well.

From the age of 5 to now being 23, Alessia a European Champion and no doubt heading for the World champion title and you a breakthrough musician who little do either of you know will break millions of records with your little band.

You were both still those two little girls who had big dreams and had no clue about what the future holds, all you did know was that you had each other and that was enough. It would always be enough.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Paranormal Investigator

Mike Schmidt x Reader

hey y’all I’m kinda nervy wervy about this bc I haven’t written since 2018, but I just love mikes character soooo much in the movie, n josh hutcherson got be barking like a dog. after watching the movie I had this thought that I just had to get out of my brain. so give me grace on any oddities or mistakes and lemme know what to improve kiss kiss hope you enjoy

Summary: you get caught breaking into Freddy’s by the night guard as he cleans up the mess from the last break in, you both come up with a deal where you can get spooky footage of Freddy’s, while Mike monitors and attempts to contact Garrett.

Warnings: no Vanessa (love her but can’t fit er in), movie spoilers, female reader, doesn’t follow movie plot, written on mobile yikes, and also I have no idea where to go with it could be a one/two part thing or more. Possible illusions to sex, and mature themes.

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“So you’re telling me, you expected to be breaking in with people who are tryna get me fired? Uh- I’m sorry, how am I supposed to believe you?” The security said absentmindedly sweeping shattered glass. Yes, you had misunderstood the instructions you overheard at Sparkys. You thought the group would break in at night, before the security’s shift, not the morning after the security shift.

“Uh, well the glass on the floor would be a good indication I’m telling the truth.” The security gave you a tired look pausing his sweeping. “I meant about my aunt… uh, anyways, look I have my sister here, I’ve got work to do, you can’t be running around like a crazy person.”

“Oh. Your sister’s your coworker?”

“No, uh, just, I’ve got a lot on my plate for tonight, I won’t contact the cops if you just get out.” He stuttered, words fumbling out of his mouth quickly. The guard found himself battling between confidence and embarrassment, he couldn’t get a clear glimpse of you yet in the dim light but he already knew from what he could see of you that he’d surely be head over heels and make himself look a fool.

“Please? Just let me take a look around, I’ll help you clean this mess, and after you can go off back to work while I do a quick scan of the place. I promise I’ll be out of your hair. I just want some footage.” You begged snapping him out of his thoughts, your eyes bright, glossy and blinking hopefully at him.

Sighing, he rubbed his free hand down his face, eyes panning around the room. Glass still shattered everywhere, things scattered, tables turned, if he wanted to get back to his dream he’d need to be quick with cleaning. “Fine, you’ll help me clean then you’ll do your thing and leave, yeah?” With a single confident nod from you it was decided.

The main area was cleaned fairly quickly, small talk here and there, learning his name was Mike and Abby, his little sister, had to come with him because his babysitter never got back to him. Now in the kitchen Mike looked over to you as you picked up empty scattered pizza boxes. “What exactly are you recording for?”

Standing with empty boxes in hand you looked at Mike and for a minute or so you both simply looked at each other. “Well, I’m kinda into the ghostly stuff, and y’know about the murders.” Mike's brow perked curiously at that, muttering the word ‘murders’ back to himself. “What happened?”

You shrugged, leaning against the metal kitchen counter watching as Mikes eyes followed your every move intensely. “Kids disappeared, cops never found them and it was ruled as a homicide, soon after there were complaints about a rotting smell coming from the animatronics. Public opinion, or rather, the rumour is the kids' corpses are in the suits, and they haunt the joint now.”

Mike opened his mouth to respond but before he could a child’s shriek rang through the pizzaria echoing off the walls. He quickly perked up, fear evident on his face, and within seconds he was shouting his sister's name while sprinting off.

You pulled yourself away from the counter as fast as you could and followed Mike in a panic. You caught up to Mike in the main area stopping your footing just a few steps behind him. The two of you stared astonished for a moment at the animatronics surrounding Abby. Freddy stepped away first, walking menacingly towards the two adults. Thinking fast Mike grabbed a chair in defence, while Freddy’s figure shadowing over both Mike and yourself. Thankfully Abby giggled and skipping her way over to Freddy, Mike and you. “They where tickling me so much, I could barely breathe! Mike this is Freddy, my friend! Freddy this is my brother, Mike!”

Mike looked amazed at his sister, the eased demeanour, the smile on her face, she hadn’t looked like this at home in years but in front of seven foot sentient animatronics, she is? Freddy sized up Mike who still held the chair in front of him, you huddled safely behind him..

“What the hells happening?” You asked wide eyed looking around Mike’s shoulder at his face Mike's mouth pulled tightly and released; a mouth shrug in response. Turning slightly to each side he put down the chair and shouted: “This better be a prank, right, there being controlled somewhere in the back? Okay! You got us, you can come out now!” After moments of silence, it was evident nobody was coming. “Okay, Abby let’s go we’re leaving.” Mike rushed, waving Abby forward towards him, and away from the machines.

The animatronics all just stood there, watching as Abby whined to stay, explaining what they liked, as well as how fun they were. To show the two how much they like drawings she scribbled up a heart picture for Bonnie, watching as the bunny took it passively. Neither Mike, nor YN we’re having anything to do with the animatronics though, and luckily it took no longer. Abby waved, and said her goodbye as Mike grabbed both her hand and yours and dragged the two of you off to the exit.

Once outside, you and Abby stood at his car while he ran back in to grab Abby’s things. “What’s your name again?” Abby questioned out of the blue, rocking back and forth on her heels and toes. “YN, I was here for a recording when I met Mike.” YN explained, half there half rethinking what happened. “Like a movie?”

You nodded but couldn’t elaborate as Mike interrupted, stepping beside the two of you. “Okay Abs it’s best if we get home and get you tucked in, YN, will you be, uh, okay?” Mike looked around nervously, he seemed suddenly embarrassed again, this time you could tell.

Scanning the parking lot Mike took note of his car being the only one in the parking lot. “Do you drive?” He asked, now it was your turn to be embarrassed and you shrunk slightly at the question, making Abby to giggle. Mike quickly hushed her and asked her to put her stuff in the trunk and buckle herself in while the two spoke. “No, I take the bus with my bike, then I bike it the rest of the way.” Mike nodded biting the inside of his cheek, he was prone to stupidity at times making quick decisions but this was probably gonna take the cake.

“Listen, if you watch Abby tonight, babysit, i-I’ll give you free range in the pizzaria for a few hours. To record. Of course. And drive you there and back…” YN’s eyebrows shot up, suddenly thinking of every possible outcome being able to catch these animatronics walking without technical reasoning could really kick start something for her. Meanwhile Mike was anxious to get back as fast as possible to dream again, although he felt slightly selfish for leaving his sister with a stranger. Mike eyed the woman again, watching as she processing things in her own mind. She seemed too pretty, to be criminal, maybe Mike had finally lost it.

“You got yourself a deal, boss.” You smirked, voice scaring Mike out of his mind. He quickly nodded, smiling slightly eyes darting back and forth between the concrete and you. The two hopped into the car after attaching your bike to the back. “Abby, YN is gonna watch you tonight, at home. Okay? I gotta get back to work.” Abby awed, whined, and crossed her arms, pulling the biggest most childish scowl she could muster. You just smiled at her antics while Mike pulled out of the parking lot, and down the road.

[bronyalexkralie]

I personally think that College! Timlex sucked at soft intimacy early on into their relationship.

I can’t imagine any way they start dating that isn’t one of them kissing in a spur of the moment decision while they were working on the movie soundtrack together. Alex would’ve “accidentally” flirted the most leading up to it, but Tim would be the one to initiate it.

“Since you don’t know how to shut your fucking mouth.”

Neither of them talk for the rest of the night. Alex hasn’t had a single thought since, but Tim is rethinking every life decision he’s ever made.

After an embarrassingly long amount of time (weeks, months, take your pick), they finally decide to talk about it. In their own way.

“So, does this mean…”

“You’re the one who did it, you tell me.”

“…Would you want to?”

They stumble into dating somehow, but no one can tell because neither of them know how to do it properly. Tim usually asks before any kind of touch, too worried he’s going to overstep and everything it’ll be over before it starts. Alex was always the first to flirt or give a snide remark, but any form of touch always scared him. It felt much more real than everything else. Like it wasn’t something he was allowed to do.

What is easier for them, is the high intensity stuff. Things that’ll probably leave them with bruises the next morning. It’s much simpler like that. They didn’t need to worry about being too soft with each other if it wasn’t an option.

I think that it’d take one of them really needing that comfort. Like Tim getting a really bad coughing fit (either smoking or Operator induced) and Alex not knowing how to help other than just staying close to him for the time being. Tim ends up falling against Alex who gently brings him to the ground so he can get through it more comfortably.

Even after Tim came down from his fit, they sat there for a while. It was weird, new, yet still easy. To be able to sit with the other in a comfortable silence, listening to their breaths eventually sync up.

“Thanks, for that.”

“For what?”

“Being here.”

“…Yeah.”

[chans5oive]

City of stars.

based of this cover of city of stars by chan, felix and lia 🫶

genre: idol chan x idol reader (tried to keep it g/n sorry if not) ft lia of itzy, felix of straykids and intak of P1harmony

warnings: jealousy, tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff

a/n: slightly connected to my post “once more” i put intak cuz of his ballroom dancing at the Isacs 😭 also lowkey based of the fact i used to ballroom dance too 💀

summary: chan was to preform city of stars with felix and lia however last minute they needed 2 people to waltz along to the song however the nearest idols where you and Intak

word count: 896

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

It was 1 month before MBCkpop was going to showcase Chan, Felix and Lia singing their hearts out to the classic “city of stars” from La La land. There was chaos in the JYP building as the 3 spent relentless days and nights perfecting there collab that will most definitely break the internet. However something was missing. Everyone around decided then singing a slow ballad on stage was unentertaining so they wanted to add a slow dance and what better then the classic watlz! Just in perfect timing…

you walked in talking to intak of P1harmony, who happened to be doing work in the building and you were casual idol friends. You and him walked into the practice room where all of them were and greeted your boyfriend.

“You used to ballroom dance right?” he quizzed.

“yeah…why” you ponded in a slightly Suspicious tone.

Chan knew you since you were a child so naturally he knew you used to be a ballroom dancer.

“perfect!! You can do the waltz whilst we all sing” he spoke

“oh i haven’t danced in ages. Plus, who’s going to be my partner! And i don’t want to ‘steal your thunder’” you protested.

“Intak can ballroom dance too!! He did it at the isac’s” felix chirped up and pointed to Intak who was now sitting on the couch.

“perfect!” Lia smiled.

“yeah perfect.” Chan said in a lower tone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

You were hurriedly whisked away to a practice room with Intak and began practicing. You and him clicked immediately, gracefully waltzing around the room spinning and swaying to the pre-recorded cover.

well it was going well until Intak dropped you after a turn.

“Y/n im so sorry!!” He grabbed you hand and pulled you up. Chan in that moment walked in.

“Practice going well?” He quizzed.

“great actually!” you said cheerfully not catching on to his snarky tone.

You sat next to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, which isn’t unusual for chan yes but the over exaggerated kiss and PDA was suspicious. It wasn’t until you saw Chans face when Intak came and sat next to you and started having an active conversation with you that you realised what was wrong. He was jealous. Jealousy was a new term that you too have faced having not been in a relationship for very long. He may have got jealous when he pined for you for years but he never told you out loud and that was when you were friends! Chan felt much different now you were dating, almost a responsibility to protect you from any potential person trying to sweep you away.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

You and Intak practiced for days in end adding more twists and turns to make it special and even tried to incorporate some of the movies choreography into the routine. Chan of course tried to watch every single rehearsal he could. His fury increasing but he suppresses that ugly feeling as best he could.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

-performance day-

makeup artists running left and right. Managers walking around hustling on there phones. Designers and dressers sprinting to and fro with sewing pins in tangled in their hair and falling out of their mouths.

For the actual performers however, there was a mix of calm and panic. You and Lia where frantically jumping and flapping your arms around both of you panicked about your performance in 15 minutes. Felix was filming a tiktok with Intak and chan was trying to calm you and Lia down as you resembled seagulls.

“everyone, its showtime” exclaimed a man with a headset wrapped around his head. You all hurried but chan grabbed your wrist.

“you look beautiful btw” he said before passionately kissing you.

Hot cheeks rising you kissed him back as a thank you before running to get ready to dance. You all preformed great you and Intak didn’t forget a single step. You ran behind stage and hugged each other squealing. Little did you know chan we standing right next to you with a tongue pushing against his cheek.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

the car ride back to his dorm was quite. Felix could sense the tension and tried making small talk and comments to ease but only to be replied with “yeah” “mhm” from chan. You have never seen him this quite and you were worried but more confused.

You arrive back at the dorm and immediately he drags you too the bed room, shutting the door.

“so Intak, you like him?” He spat his tone getting more and more tense as he spoke. Chans jealous emotion has bubbled to the surface.

ohhh so that is why he was quite. You could help but chuckle at his questions, he face in utter shock at your reaction.

“channn” you whined still unable to stifle a chuckle. “Please there is nothing going on with him he’s just a dance partner” by now you have cupped his face trying to ease the furrow in his brow and the pout on his lips.

“really?” He asked. “Really. Lets be honest i will probably never see him again until award shows” You stated. Pulling him in for a hug before he pushed you onto the bed and wrapped his arms around you. “You did great btw” he whispered. “As did you” you stated. You kiss his forehead and he let a mischievous giggle.

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WORST KISS EVER

Summary: lunch break offers conversations about worst kisses

Warnings: nothing (only my ugly writing probably)

Word count: 1k

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Finding myself eating shrimps for lunch has become quite the habit for me since I’ve started to work at the Five-O. Not that I mind, Kamekona’s ability to put those little commas in every dish and make it taste amazing is outstanding.

I transferred to Hawaii a little over a year ago, after my previous team was dismembered. Originally I had to get into HPD, but my curriculum caught the attention of the governor who presented me to Commander Mcgarrett… from that point after my life completely changed.

Working in the Hawaiian finest task force has been a blast… literally. It has been fun and, after so long, I finally feel like I've found Family; I also get blown up or shot at almost daily, but that’s beside the point and every time it feels like a little “get closer” moment. That’s what happens when you work with those five people. It’s almost like they attract bombs and bullets.

Somehow, the picnic tables at the truck always end up being witnesses to the most unhinged conversations between me, Danny, Kono, Chin, Lou, sometimes even Kamekona himself and Steve… today the topic, rigorously picked by Kono, is our first kiss.

“Oh, come on! It can not have been that bad!” that’s what she said, to which i replied “Kono, believe me…. It was, like, really bad”. I can't help but laugh at the memory. “In our defense, we were inexperienced teenagers, but still… it was bad and not even because we didn’t know how to kiss, but because the atmosphere and location were awful.” It was stupid of me to think that this would have been a good enough explanation for my nosey friends, in fact i shouldn’t have said a thing to begin with because now they will pester me till i don’t tell them every single detail.

“Surely you can go into more depth about it, no?” Lou chimes in with his usual sarcastic and witty tone, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone nods their heads in agreement. I roll my eyes and mutter to myself “I need to learn and shut my damn mouth”; after a moment of silence I sigh “it was during a game of truth or dare when I was a sophomore in high school, while on a school trip to a ranch.” “There are so many things in what you just said that sound so wrong, but please… continue.” I stick my tongue out at Danny after he, of course, comments on what I just said. “Anyways…you know how it goes. The same, overplayed movie cliche: I pick dare so I have to kiss the person I think is hot in the room. It was a disaster. We didn’t know how to kiss and we were in a stable, in front of everyone else and there was also a very strong smell of shit,” I explain “would not recommend.” Laughs erupt, obviously. “You could say it was a shitty situation.” “I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, Chin.” Seriously, that was a lame joke, but I can't help the chuckle escaping my mouth because, considering everything… it was, indeed, a shitty moment and the joke was just begging to be said.

At the end of our lunch break I stay behind to clean up, I hate to leave a mess for other people to clean. I guess that the few years of serving at restaurants in my teens really left an impact. Staying behind, though, gives me the opportunity to talk to Steve: “you have a habit, you know that?” “What habit?” he replies a bit confused as he puts the beer bottles in the trash. “You observe people having fun, more than you actually join in the conversation… you tend to do that quite a lot.” Looking at him, I just smile softly. He looks like a big tough guy, but he’s really a big softy. That’s one of the reasons why it was impossible for me not to fall for him. Steve always avoids sharing his feeling, what he doesn’t realize is that he has certain habits that show how he's really feeling and what is going through his head; some are more obvious than others: passing his hand on his chin when he’s mad, clenching his teeth when he’s irritated but can’t say anything or arching an eyebrow when he’s confused or he’s judging you… others are a little harder to identify because they are not something we all do:: him looking at the people that he loves having fun and smiling to himself being the first one. He’s not the type of guy to sit down with you and have a heart-to-heart conversation with you, but he will call you up and invite you out to do anything, just to distract you from whatever you have going on and he will remember everything that you told him about, even the smallest detail.

“I just like to see other people have fun, you know…” he shrugs. “Yeah…” I start “well, how about your worst kiss?” I ask, as we walk to his truck, ready to get back to work. “Oh man…” The cryptic response makes me chuckle. “Oh come on, it can’t be worse than mine…” Both the passenger and driver doors are closed shut. “I mean… we went to my house after the date and we were having fun, till my dad got back home earlier from work and found us making out on the couch. It was pretty embarrassing and then I had to listen to my dad giving me the talk…” “ow, that’s- yeah…" I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head as he starts the engine, driving then towards the Ali’iolani Hale palace.

When the car comes to a stop and we exit it walking toward the entrance, getting a message from Kono about a pretty big twist in the case we are working on, that leaves us rushing to the office and impatient to catch another criminal.

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Author: thank you @mayberrycryptid for the prompt idea💕. I hope you and everyone else that read it like it. Also let me know your thoughts. I had fun writing it!

[alarrytale]

"So Harry styles is a closeted gay man, who can kiss random men on the mouth and star as a gay man in a movie? This does not make a bit of sense. Also got his ex gfs name tattooed. The baiting worked so well on you guys."

Lol to anon and the lack of the knowledge of facts because otherwise the person won´t write this.

There´s a photo of Harry from Feb 2020 (=pre-pandemic when noone knew everything will be cancelled for upcoming 1,5 years) where he has My Policeman book in his coat pocket. Isn´t it bit weird he read the gay romance/book about closeting himself while he didn´t know his tour is about to be postponed and so he will have time for his actor career? Oh and also check the facts what MP director said about him especially that Harry was the person who wanted to play Tom and did everything to get that role. My opinion is that he found himself in Tom Burgess character and playing him was a huge signal to everybody. The fact that only us, larries, who know about him got it is another chapter.

O tattoo. Oh well, one stupid tattoo which is placed so high we saw it after a year and he did everything to show it. And what about all those tattoos which only by coincidence are complementary with Louis´ tattoos? For me one stupid name (while also fans made literally a list of like +10 another meanings for that tattoo) tattooed in font which can be barely read is literally nothing to tattoos visible in every single occasion. He can replace it in one session.

His drunk gayness during Brits 2023. Okay, opinions can be different but in my opinion when a person is drunk their true personality can show up because with alcohol people are loosing borders. It´s same as when you´re around people with whom you are comfortable, you don´t hold yourself back or behave somehow to fit. Harry was so drunk and stopped holding himself back that he kissed Lewis Capaldi like it´s absolutely sure thing and then there was that moment when he literally threw himself to Stanley Tucci who was even suprised and had to put hand in front of him to move Harry away. That was public. But there´s another video from seating area when Harry is again with Stanley and they are hugging like crazy and in the end Harry passionately kiss Stanley´s hand. Or another video from the afterparty which doesn´t show much but again, there´s Harry holding another man like there is something between them. And be sure this moment wasn´t about to be public. Just like the moment from Octorber 7th when Harry is again happily hugging actor from The Effect play. Why is he like this? Well, we know why.

And last point like an encore - There was that famous interview where Harry is asked if Sweet Creature is about....Louis Tomlinson. Harry could easily just say "No" or "It´s about my sister Gemma" (because that´s what antis/harries thinks it´s about totally ignoring the romantic context of the song). Well, instead of simple "No" he started to make horse noise obviously trying to figure out what to say while not giving the straight answer.

Hi, anon!

Well to be fair to that anon, it probably doesn’t make any sense to them due to all the things i mentioned in the other ask. It makes sense to us. We've found a coherency they haven't. We have more puzzle pieces together on the board then they do, without any big holes.

I also don't think it's of any use to lay it out for them if they're not able to overcome these obstacles that's stopping them from seeing things our way. They don't want to see it, so they don't. They need to acknowledge that closeting exists and that their idols are lying to them. I don't think they are ready to admit that because it will mean that the rose coloured glasses have to come off first.

[anna1306]

Me: I'm gonna write 12 stories and finish with these mini-imagines on the 13th, right when my birthday comes

My brain: no... You gonna be depressed, drowned in work, eating stress away and alone on your birthday, plus here you go, another obsession with new horror story c:

So yeah, my plan on posting every day for 13 days straight didn't work out, but I will post everything I planned. But this is first. Even if I am 5 days late, I wanted these on my birthday.

Thanks to wonderful @youneedsomeprompts and @seaside-writings for their prompts on the birthday theme

Birthdays

David

It wasn't how you planned to spend the day and night at all. Your legs hurt, your breath wasn't steady at all, your chest hurt from the lack of oxygen, and all you wanted - just stop and sit for a while. But you couldn't do that immediately. Firstly, you had to find the cover and hide there.

So when you saw big stones, almost forming some kind of a cave, you jumped right in there. You tried to hold your breath and calm yourself down a bit. This whole situation still seemed absurd. But sadly it was a reality.

The hunters decided it was a good time to visit Santa-Carla. They wanted to kill your boyfriend and his friends. But you, being still a human, wasn't their target, they had no reasons to hunt you. Still they saw a regularity in people displeasing you and disappearing short right after that. So after some talk near the edge of the Boardwalk that turned really sour really fast... And after couple of shots from the shotgun in your direction, you just ran for it.

You didn't know where they were or how much of them were there. All you knew - you wanted out of this goddamn forest. You legs hurt, you lungs hurt, you hands were in little cuts from trees and branches you shoved away. And chill of the night was slowly getting to you. You wanted to go home and take a warm bath. From your place you couldn't see any of them, so you tried to carefully look out. Maybe you would notice at least any silhouette... Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and put a hand on your mouth. You squealed in that hand and tried to fight back.

"Hush, you!" You heard familiar hiss and turned your head a bit. David held you firmly, but didn't cause any damage. You breathed out and only then he let you go, knowing you wouldn't fight him again. "What's going on here?" He demanded

"There are some hunters. I don't know how much weapon they have, but they asked me a while ago bunch of questions about you and others, then they started got angry, I didn't know what to do, so I just..."

"Shhh, kitten, it's alright. Are you hurt?" You shook your head, grabbing his hand.

"They missed. I think. I don't feel any pain." David looked at your shoulder a bit concerned, but for the most part kept his neutral face. You tried to look down, but he put a hand on your cheek, making you look only at him.

"Just a scratch, don't worry. Me and the boys are gonna deal with them. Then I'll come for you. Don't come out before I am here, you understand?"

"Yeah... Good idea, be careful." You sighed and leaned on a stone. Sudden realisation made you scoff. "I really didn't think that fighting for my life would be acceptable way to celebrate my birthday." David listened to you and laughed quietly. He slowly leaned in and kissed your temple.

"I'll make them pay. And then we can do whatever you want. Silly movie, drunk party with everyone romantic date one-on-one. Whatever you say, my kitten. It is your day. It is your night. I won't let these fuckers take that away..."

Dwayne

You loved your boyfriend. He was cute, he was hot, he was beautiful, he was smart. He loved you, he listened to you, he was very attentive and didn't disregard you or thought you were beneath him. Dwayne was gentleman when he needed to be and a beast when he wanted to be one. He was perfect.

Yet, he was predictable in one thing. Gifts on your birthday. Every year he got you a book. Of course it was expected of a person who was reading at every single free minute given, but still. For the first few times it was cute and interesting. He had a great taste in stories, so you read all of the books with interest, but after a while it became boring.

After you got turned by Max it took you nearly a year to get on good terms with all of them. It took four more years to become friends with Dwayne. One more year to kiss him for the first time. And five more years to get onto the final base of your relationship. Almost 12 years after and he never failed to gift you a book. Sometimes he brought you a little trinket, but only some of the years. Books - were a must.

He gave everyone different things. Paul - new clothes or something music affiliated. Marko - artistic stuff. David - some dark and gothic stuff. You? You didn't get the chance to even change the theme or have any kind of variety.

"Where is it? Let's get done with it right now." You sighed, standing at the entrance of his nest. Dwayne raised his brow at this, as if asking you question silently. "The book. You are gonna give me another one of those, so I want to just get it over with."

"... You haven't got it?" He asked quietly. It was your turn to look at him confused. Dwayne smiled a bit and took some book from under his bed. "Let's go."

He took you by your hand and lead you to your room. You didn't understand what he wanted from you, but still went after him. Was there more? What didn't you notice before? Or he was meaning something else? You really couldn't put two and two together.

He took you to your room. And that was surprising, as you literally had no idea of what was going on or what he wanted to show you. Dwayne stopped you in front of your bookshelf and let go of your hand. Brunette placed another little trinket in your hand and stepped to the bookshelf, putting the book on the right from all the other ones.

"Stop being all mysterious, please..."

"Shhhh..." Dwayne stood behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. "Look at the spines of the books."

You sighed, knowing he won't tell anything else. So you tried to focus and see what he asked of you. You carefully looked at the books he gifted you, again and again going from one of them to another. Before you noticed that the first letters of the titles were marked. Some red, some white, but all of them slowly combined together in...

"My eternity?" You looked at him, turning your head a bit. He smiled and kissed your cheek.

"I thought you would notice the order. But apparently I was too... Subtle. Sorry." He mumbled into your neck, making you smile. You looked back at the bookshelf and giggled. You knew that Dwayne wasn't that simple. You just didn't have to doubt him.

"Sorry for... Earlier..." You started, but Dwayne kissed you in the lips, turning you in his arms, so you would face him. You hugged him, kissing back and closing your eyes in pleasure.

"Don't be. You couldn't know, so you got angry, I would get too if someone were to gift me the same thing over and over again. If you said earlier, I wouldn't wonder if I ruined your birthdays in the last couple of years. Say, you still have all these things and little glasses I gave you?.. They are... A part of a bigger picture too. Let's see what we can get together, my princex."

Paul

"Why the fuck this is so hard!!!!"

Another spatula was thrown into the wall. Paul slowly, but progressively became more and more angry. He hated all of it. Stupid kitchen, stupid recipe, stupid cherry, stupid everything that didn't listen to him.

He loved you to the moon and back. You were beautiful, hot, strong, perfect in his eyes. And for the first time in years he didn't want to rush anything. Paul waited for the kiss, for your first time, for the first bite... You knew, but still was hesitant to turn, so he waited. Very nervously, as David nagged him about it, and he was worried that you would change your mind. But he didn't rush it.

Today was supposed to be worry-free. It was supposed to be the light night, filled with laughter, smiles and jokes and love. It was your birthday. And even if he wanted to have you all to himself and nothing more, he could have it on his birthday. For today Paul wanted to do something for the other person, and that was rare. He knew you liked pastry and sweets, so he set up to cook you something.

"You sure you don't need help? I know we are immortal and in the cave, but we don't need you burning the whole thing into the ground." Dwayne hesitantly gave him one of the recipe books he found. Paul showed his tongue to him.

"Have some faith in me, dude! I know what I'm doing."

He had no idea.

Paul tried one, two, four, six times. This was seventh and... Hopefully, the luckiest one. This time he even managed to put the pie in the old oven they had. But this stupid cream... Why was it so hard to make it thick? Or at least the same texture, without any bumps?! He mixed it several times already and to no avail. He wanted to do something good for you so hard, but this cooking thing just refused to work with him.

"What is hard?" He whipped on his heels to see you standing in the entrance of the kitchen.

"Baby, Happy Birthday! I wish you everything good and well and perfect and..."

"Easy there." You laughed, stopping his mumbling, as you knew it could go on for hours. "Thank you. Can I get a birthday kiss?" You made a pouting face and stretched the hands to him. Paul jumped to the occasion and pulled you to himself. He kissed you deeply and passionately, forgetting all about his frustrations. It was magic of how you affected him. You pulled away a bit, when you were out of breath and smiled. "So... What are you of all people doing in the kitchen? And what is hard?"

"I... Babe, don't interrogate me!" He whined, watching as you lifted the spatula from the floor. You looked at him with little smile and knowing look. He would tell you everything, you knew that much. He sighed in defeat. "I wanted to make a birthday pie for you. And I..."

"I hope this all was berries." You pointed at his hands, covered in something red and the table with red splashes all over it. Before Paul could answer with another sarcastic remark, you added. "I don't want your blood, so don't make a pie out of it, it is... Gross."

"You are no fun." Paul snickered and leaned onto the table with his hips. He sighed, looking at you. "I wanted so hard to make something good for you. But this stupid cream!!! I tried three times already and I can't understand why I can't mix it properly. I do everything the book says and still nothing!"

"Let's do it together." You offered, coming to him and putting spatula away. He put his hands on your waist, as you leaned into him for a hug. "I love cooking and it would be perfect way of spending time together."

"I love you so much, you know? I was stuck and frustrated with all of this, and by the way, I am astonished that you cook all this good food you give me by yourself. And you just came in and lit up my mood and I was supposed to do this as this is your day. But you are just... You are my sunshine and moonshine and every single shine out there, you are... My everything. I am so in love with you, I am ready to believe you are a witch!"

"I am mere human. And the pie is burning, according to the smoke." You pointed to the oven. He cursed, darting to it and switching it off. Paul turned to you with nearly saved pie to see you spitting the cherrystone from one of little berries that were left on the table. He froze under your look. "What?"

"I forgot about the cherrystones in pie..."

Marko

It was a habit now. You trying to outdone your boyfriend in gifts and him competing with you. It had been five years since you figured out that you had one birthday and now... Now it was almost full-on war.

Who would gift the biggest plush bear. Who would buy the most pricy dinner. Who would gift more flowers. Who would be more creative with some artistic stuff. It was a war.

"Are you sure?" Dwayne was really sceptical, but helped you load motorbike details into your car nonetheless. "They are expensive, you know?"

"Oh shut it, he looked very suspicious near the jewelry, I don't want to mess it up." You put a set of paints in the front seat. "He wanted a competition, I would give him one."

"Can't wait to see what you would gift him after your turning." Dwayne scoffed, walking to his bike. For the boys it was always fun. Bets on who would go out with their gifts more, bets on who would buy the most pricy one. Bets on who would cry. Every time it was Paul from how cute you both were.

At first it was funny and cute - how he tried to outdone you, pamper you when nearly all of their money wasn't theirs to begin with. But with time it really grew into competition. On year three you already were past three gifts for one birthday.

Now it was harder. He never repeated himself, and neither did you. You wanted Marko to have the best of the best. You heard from David short story of how they had found him, you saw that even if they weren't technically poor, they still couldn't get a lot. So of course you wanted to pamper him.

You exited the car after parking near boys' bikes. As soon as Dwayne walked down the stairs, Marko appeared on them, walking to you with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, sugar." He almost sang, kissing you on cheek, holding his hands behind him. "Dwayne said you had a gift for me. It's early this year."

"Wanted it to be a surprise." You took him by the hand and lead him to the trunk of your car. His face, when you opened it, was enough to understand he didn't expect this. "I know that you have wanted these details for your bike for a while now, so I ordered them. It wasn't easy, I must say, but..."

"Baby, they are expensive as hell!" He looked at you in awe.

"Eh, they are not worth more than money." You scoffed. "I can earn more later. Plus I have some oil paints and art stuff, albums, scetchbooks e.c. And also we can go to your favourite comic book store, I heard they had a collectible cover of your favourite line and..." You were interrupted, when Marko pulled you into the hug, literally squeezing you in his arms. You were surprised by this emotional outburst. He always tried to look cool for you, so for him to be so sensitive was an overwhelming reaction.

"I can never find you something as good as this."

"Marko, it's not about competition. Well.... Maybe a little bit. But only a little! I want you to have good things, to make your dreams come true, to give you what you deserve and just pamper you!" You hugged him back and tried to get him to understand your point. He smiled and kissed you shortly.

"I love you, sugar. And you are worth everything. It is... A bit hard for me to accept that you gift me cooler stuff than I do to you, but... I will get used to this, I have the whole eternity with you after all! I am so happy we have one day together just for the both of us. Let's never change this competition, okay!"

Star

"You really shouldn't..."

"My love, it's fine. I am glad to help you." Star smiled at you with her bright smile. She was floating near your ceiling, as you sat at the table, watching her hanging the curtains.

"You are doing this all evening." You mumbled, turning away. She did everything since she came to your house earlier. Didn't want to wash the dishes? She had done it, while talking about boys. Had to climb to hang the new curtains - she flew up before you could take a chair.

Of course it wasn't that bad. She wanted to help, there was no harm in it. But still, it was like you couldn't do anything without her. Like you were helpless. That annoyed you. Even if it was your birthday, you wanted to do anything.

"My love?" She lowered herself on the floor and stood still for a moment. She was still getting used to new powers of hers, so it took her some time. "You look... Very thoughtful."

"Don't worry. Are you done?" You smiled at her a bit. She sighed and came to you, sitting on your lap. Star hugged you and put a head on your shoulder.

"Love, I know when you are down, you know? It's your day, why are you so lost in your thoughts. Is something bothering you?" She sounded a bit worried, and you felt a tingle of guilt. You were a bit sad, but you didn't wanted her to be worried. You sighed and hugged her back.

"No, not at all. It's just... You don't let me do anything." You mumbled. "Like at all. I tried to do dishes, you intervene. I said about curtains, you flew up. I'm afraid to tell you that I have to cook. I can do things by myself, you know?" You scoffed. Star pulled a bit away to look in your eyes.

"I just tried to free you of your chores. I know you hate doing dishes or climbing somewhere, so... Plus I don't exactly have any gift for you, and I just wanted to do something good for you." She kissed you on your cheek. "I didn't mean it to look like I think you are not capable of doing anything yourself.

"I want to spend evening and night with you. Making some food with you or ordering something. And just relax by watching movie. You don't need to do anything for me. You are my only gift I ever need." You smiled at her kindly and she returned the smile, kissing you softly on the lips.

"Than I'll help you make your favourite food and we can watch some of your favourite horrors and cuddle. I'll do all of your least likeable things in kitchen and you... The rest. Sorry, I won't change you for any chores and would listen to you more closely. I promise."

Michael

Nervous was an understatement. He was almost panicking.

You were his lover. His sunshine. His precious partner that he wouldn't change for anything in the world. You accepted him with every flaw he had, explained when he didn't understand something, supported him and, most importantly, loved him.

And he gave everything back. He was ready to hug you, to listen to you anytime you needed. He was ready to try and give you any advice he could. Michael was ready to help you any time. Even if you both had met before his turning, you both would connect, he was sure of it.

He wanted to give you anything you wanted. He was ready to pamper you to the best of his abilities. Go on a date on some alone cliff? Let's go. Want to try new diner? He was already driving you there. Someone pestering you? Well, expect a new 'missing poster'.

But on your birthday he wanted to do a little special something. He wanted to give you something that would remind you of him. Something that would tell you how much he loved you without words, as he sometimes said the stupidest things in the world.

Michael read the book that he took from the store four times and still it was hard as hell. His hands were sore (thankfully, they healed pretty fast), his eyes hurt and every time something went wrong, he wanted to crush everything.

But he did it. Michael beat his insecurities down and came on top. He did what he wanted. He spent the whole night carefully wrapping it and ignoring others' snickering.

"You sure you don't want to go to some normal shop for some bracelet?" Paul offered from the couch, looking at Michael's back.

"I am sure, Paul, get lost." Michael didn't even turn. He still couldn't get silent for all of their teasing, but he tried to be nonchalant about it. It was a success now. Almost.

"It looks like an ugly chipmunk." Marko commented, standing near him. Michael didn't answer at once. He finished wrapping the gift and put it away. And only than looked at the blonde.

"I think it's good to finally see yourself after so many years without mirror than." Yes, there was a fight. Yes, David had to get them apart from each other. But Michael didn't care.

Alright, maybe a little bit. He was panicking you wouldn't like it. Knowing you, you wouldn't even say it. You would just accept the gift and think that he did bad, but not tell him. It was important to him that you would like it, but he couldn't be sure of it. And it ate him alive.

"I hope you like it." It was almost a whisper. You took his gift and unwrap it. There were little wooden figures of wolf and bat. It was little bit crooked, it was not so obvious, but it looked...

"It's so cool! Did you do that?!" You looked at him in awe. Michael nodded hesitantly. "It's fantastic! I didn't know you could do such cool stuff!"

"You really think this is cool?" He asked with light smile, unsure of whether or not you were honest with him.

"Of course! My favourite animal and... Kinda your form. It's so pretty!" You took one of the figures, looking it over. Michael watched you with a relieved sigh. He was so worried you wouldn't like it, that he completely forgot about the fact that maybe you would like it. You didn't lie, now he could feel it. "It's the best gift you could give me!"

"I am glad you like it. To be honest I was afraid you... Won't like it. It's not great from the store, but... If you want to - I would do everything for you by hand from now on. Even if it takes several nights in a row. For you - everything."

Poly

Chaos. It was pure, utter chaos every second. And you liked it.

The idea was Paul's and everyone else decided it was good. Good idea from Paul was rare occasion, he was proud for three nights in a row. He offered to go on a road trip. And while it could be difficult in days, they came up with a route that would include staying in some dark houses along it.

Everyone was responsible for their thing. Star - making sure they had food and all necessities, Michael - for the working order of the bikes. Paul - entertainment and music, Marko - clothes if they needed anything. Dwayne - map and the road. David... He commanded and organized everything and everyone around himself.

You set out three nights before your birthday, starting at evening. Every two hours or so you made a stop. For you - to stretch after so much time after bike riding. For them - to check everything and make sure everything was fine. And to have fun.

Every stop was chaotic. Paul found a way to get under someone's skin, David smoked, Dwayne tried to save Paul's ass from beating... It was like any normal night in the cave, but out there.

Your first day was spent in some abandoned house. Of course there wasn't any bed big enough to fit all seven of you, so Dwayne and Paul took some beams on top of the house. You, Star and Michael were on the bed, David and Marko - near you, on some old dusty couch. It wasn't great, but at least it wasn't daylight.

You drove half of the next night before you got to the gas station. The boys caused ruckus, of course, with Marko and Paul gathering every alcohol they could see and with Dwayne and David making it look like it was normal situation. You made them promise they wouldn't eat poor teenager behind the counter, so they obliged. But left you with Michael, who filled up their bikes.

Your schedule was off now, as you spent the next half of the night, eating all of the snacks and trying to snatch your favourite and last package of gummies from Dwayne. This prick used his height and abilities to escape from you, and Marko used his to help you catch him, as you promised to share with him.

You nearly missed the sunrise, stumbling into some warehouse. You and Star set out to find some mattress and when you went back with what you had found, Marko was already sleeping, leaning on David. Dwayne, Paul and Michael already were on some rafters, but David waited for you to go to sleep before them.

At the third night you drove almost non-stop. Apparently the delay from the previous night made all the boys more concentrated on getting to the destination point. You didn't know what that was - they didn't tell you. But you trusted them. Even if they raced each other and did sick and dangerous tricks.

You arrived on the spot already exhausted. So you just went in some kind of the cave, almost falling asleep on Paul. They still managed to find you something soft to sleep on, before cuddling with you. Paul stayed by your side only after he promised not to do anything sexual, because let them be, Paul, they are tired, you pervert.

You were woken by David. You sleepily looked at him and at the boys behind him. Star looked more or less energetic, Marko and Paul yawned non-stop, while Michael and Dwayne were... Okay.

"What's... Guys, it's still day!" You sat straight, noticing light from the entrance of the cave. David smiled lightly and pulled you by your hand, so you would stand up.

"We are inside, don't worry. It's evening." He lead you to the entrance by your hand. "Just look outside, kitten." He let go of you only when he couldn't go after you. You looked at them all suspiciously, but still listened. When you stepped out of the cave, you gasped. Before you was ocean, almost under your feet. Cliff before you was going down very abruptly, letting you take in the whole view down there. The sun was slowly going down the horizon, painting the sky in red and almost pinkish undertones. You could even see the Santa-Carla from here, small town on the beach. If not for the lighthouse, you would miss it.

"This is..." You turned to the cave, looking at everyone.

"Happy birthday!" Marko and Paul screamed in unison, joined by Star. Michael sent you a shy smile, while David only smirked at you.

"Happy birthday, kitten." He said not so loud. They made all this road trip for you to see this beauty. You could feel the tears from the whole spectrum of emotions. They did all of this for you, for your celebration. You rushed to them for cuddles.

Later in the night they made a big bonfire. They passed each other bottles with their "wine", Michael and Dwayne made you dinner on the fire. You managed to dance near it with Paul and not burn yourself. Marko even flew with you a little bit.

When you got exhausted, you sat down with food, Star behind you, hugging and relaxing with you. The others gave you gifts. How they managed to hide it all from you on the road here, you didn't know.

Star gave you some cute bracelets with different figures of animals, or just interesting ornament. Michael, a bit awkwardly, gave you videogames. He was still figuring out your tastes and was afraid he would mess up. Marko just sort of dropped on you scetchbook and notebook and some of pencils and different patches. Dwayne gifted you scented candles he knew you would like, brushing pencils from your shoulders and knees, not caring for Marko's protests. Paul proudly gave you some tapes with "Mixtapes for Baby" scribbled down on them with lots of hearts. Last one was David.

He gave you a little package. You carefully unwrapped it, finding some small, but very delicate vial in it. You couldn't understand at first what it was, but then it hit you, when you tilted it and looked at it in the light of the fire.

"Is it..."

"Yes, it is out blood. All of us." He nodded, sitting next to you. "There is no rush. But we wanted to be sure that you have that. If something, Hell forbid, is to happen to you in a day, we want you to be okay."

"Guys..." You looked at the boys around you, Marko bickering with Dwayne, Paul snuggling to Michael, while the fire lit up everyone's faces. You were the happiest at this moment. Star kissed you on the neck and smiled. "I love you so much."

"We love you too, darling. Happy birthday."

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[stars-of-kyber]

[ THIRTY  ] :  “ you can’t act this way every time i fuck somebody that isn’t you ! ”

Please could you do this prompt, in the mood for some angst with a happy ending, thank you 🧡

Alright alright!

I am not very good at angsty but I try, so here is my modern AU and they were roommates!

Thanks to Frennie and @kateandanthonyaremyparents who were like queens while I powered my way through this like the mess that I am.

Enjoy!

Anthony and Kate had been best friends for ages, inseparable since middle school, so it had just made sense when the time came to move away to college, that they’d share an apartment since they were going to the same place anyway. There was no need for Kate to stay in a shabby college-assigned dorm when Anthony had a perfectly comfortable two-bedroom flat just fifteen minutes away from Campus at his disposal and on his part, after leaving a house with seven siblings, he was desperate not to be alone. 

They bickered like an old married couple as they always did, they had a balanced list of chores, and Anthony was the best person to come home to after a shitty day. They knew each other probably better than they knew themselves. They could sit in silence for hours, studying or just brooding, and they could spend all night talking. He knew what takeout she wanted even before she did. They had movie nights, went clubbing together or visited museums or parks. And during the four years of Uni, it had worked fine. So fine that when they both got jobs in London, there was no reason for them to stop with their arrangement. And really, most of the time, it was perfect.  

There was only one problem with sharing a place with Anthony. It wasn’t his sometimes controlling demeanour or the fact that his siblings would flick in and out at leisure during all hours of the day. The only problem was that Anthony hated all her dates. All of them. And he liked to tell her that. Since her first boyfriend, he’d always have some picky flaw to point out, some comment to make about the guy she was seeing. This one was rude, and that one ugly, and that one didn’t have anything in common with her, and this other one would bore her to tears. And the worst part was, he was almost always right.

And Anthony did not date. He sometimes had casual flings, she knew, but they never were more than one-night stands and he’d never even take them to the flat. 

And to Kate, who had been in love with him since High School, that was turning out to be really goddamn annoying. Especially after they had slept together for the first time. 

They had gotten spectacularly drunk at home the night they finished their first term and Kate really couldn’t tell how she went from shoving him for some stupid joke he made to straddling him on the living room carpet with his lips pressing nearly bruising kisses to hers. She did remember every single moment after that. From the heavy making out on the floor to the desperate fumble of removing clothes and trying to reach his bed while he refused to allow her to unwrap her legs from his waist. From the heated kisses on his bed to the way his mouth trailed down until it reached its destination and left her shaking with the swirl of his tongue and the curl of his fingers. From the way he built her all the way up again afterwards until she was begging for him to just fuck her to the best sex she ever had in her life. 

And when she fell asleep in his bed as she’d innocently done plenty of times in the years they’d known each other, she foolishly imagined that finally, they could work themselves into something more. 

And yet, when morning came, he acted as if nothing out of ordinary had happened while her world was shattering around her. When she questioned him about it, he said it had been just sex. Mind-blowingly good sex, he told her, but casual sex nonetheless and stupidly, Kate had agreed that it was fine and it wouldn’t change their friendship in any way, because in the end she already had more of Anthony than anyone else. It was to her he came home after a hard day, and it was with her he shared his deepest worries and fears, as well as his joy.

It had happened a few more times than she’d care to admit. 

Since then, she had accepted that her feelings for Anthony would lead her nowhere, and she had started to date. They had made rules about it, like letting the other know if they were bringing someone home and no sex in the common areas, so she’d figure it was alright. 

And yet, the morning after Anthony always had some passive-aggressive comment or snippy judgment about her date. And every time he’d tell her that the guy wasn’t good enough for her. He had never been anything but polite, even if a bit cold, to any of the guys he’d happened to meet, yet when they were alone, there was always something to say. 

That didn’t stop her, though. She was good-looking and intelligent enough to have her pick. She had a couple of okayish serious relationships that ended up not really leading anywhere and a healthy number of one-night stands. The only exception to the rule was Anthony himself, which was neither a one-night stand nor a serious relationship and yet every once in a while, she’d find herself in his bed. Or on the kitchen counter. Or on the sofa. Or in the shower. He was the exception in more than one case, really. 

Her date the night before had been quite shit, honestly. His kisses had been nice at the club but the conversation had been terrible, he was a self-centred prick and the sex had been bad. She ended up faking it halfway through it and tried to get him out of her bed as fast as possible, claiming a prickly roommate and an early morning the following day. She had gone to bed tense and unsatisfied and woken up with a headache and a crappy mood. 

“You look like shit.” Anthony had remarked with a raised eyebrow when she found him sitting in the living room after her shower.  He pushed her already-filled, steaming mug of coffee and a bowl of blueberries to her. He was sitting at the table scrolling through his phone, wearing sweatpants and a dark navy shirt, his hair still messy from sleep.  

“Good morning to you too.” She rolled her eyes, dropping unceremoniously to the empty chair. 

“Bad date?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“That’s a yes, then.” Usually, his self-righteous smirk was usually amusing and an open invitation for friendly banter. Right at that moment, it just made her want to punch him so hard, she had to strain herself to hold back the urge. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” She mumbled, taking a large gulp of the perfectly sweetened drink with a shiver of pleasure.   

“I told you he looked like a prick last night.” He pointed out, his tone just arrogant enough to flare her bad mood into a red-hot bout of anger. 

“Don’t you always?” She grumbled into her mug and she could feel his eyes burning into her as he furrowed his brows. 

“What do you mean?”

“Can we not do this today, Anthony?” She sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes with her free hand. She wanted to spend what was left of her morning curled up on the couch, arguing with her best friend about what to watch on TV. She wanted to order some spicy take-out for lunch and to stay in her pyjamas all day. She did not want to hear Anthony’s self-righteous grumbling over her stupid date. 

“I don’t know what this is.” His words sounded so genuinely confused that they had her rolling her eyes. 

“This, where you shit-talk every single man I bring home from a date.” She dropped her mug to the table with more force than necessary. 

“It’s not my fault if you don’t listen to me, Kate.” He clicked his tongue at her. 

“If I’d listen to you, I’d probably still be a virgin.” She scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. 

“So you’re telling me the dude from last night was amazing and he just happened to leave before two because he was late for an appointment.”

“How do you even know what time he left? I thought you were sleeping on Simon’s.”

“He also had a date.” He grimaced, looking away from her. “I decided to wait in my car. I was pretty sure you’d get rid of the prick soon enough.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sack, Anthony!” She stood up in a jump, slamming her hands on the wooden breakfast table and sending the sugar tumbling down. “You were right. He was shit. Sex was horrible and I had to fake it to get rid of him and I kicked him out of my bed as fast as I could. Is that what you want to hear?!”

“Do you really think I want to hear about you having sex with some other guy?!” He stood up as well, his expression shifting from annoying amusement to bitter indignation in a blink, but instead of facing her, he turned around, tugging forcefully at his hair. 

“You can’t act this way every time I fuck somebody that isn’t you!” She accused him.

“I can and I will because none of these pieces of shit deserves you!” Kate was done. Or maybe that was an understatement because she was way beyond that. But something inside of her snapped right at that moment and she couldn’t hold back. “I don’t bloody enjoy hearing about you with some other guy, alright?!”

“If seeing me with other guys makes you so pissed, then do something about it!” She did not care that she was yelling. She did not care about the stricken look in his eyes. She was done playing this game of push and pull with him never brave to ask for what she wanted and yet too afraid to walk away and lose what they already had. “You’re the one who told me this was just casual sex. I've been waiting for you to make your move for ages, to do something about this. About us. Why haven’t you?”

“Because I don’t fucking deserve you either, damn it!” He yelled back and it was clear by the way his face blanched and his eyes widened that the words surprised him as much as they had surprised her.

In a normal situation, the prickly monster in Kate’s chest, the one that felt smug satisfaction that even if he was sleeping with other girls, she was the only one he allowed in his bed, who got to see him in the morning, or that bristled happily when he declined a date or a hangout or changed his plans so he could spend time with her, would be dancing with joy with the admission. Because it meant he thought about it. That he wanted the same thing she did. But at the moment, the prideful monster was buried in her chest under a pile of self-righteous anger. Why did he think he could deny her what she most wanted? And because of what? Honour? Insecurity?

“Who the hell do you think you are to decide that?! Don’t you think I have a say in it too?” He looked like she had struck him across the face, his mouth gaping open and close like a fish out of the water. He seemed to be holding himself back from either taking a step closer or farther away from her and she, for once, couldn’t tell which side was winning. “I’m not a little kid, I can make decisions for myself!”

He shook his head dejectedly, his messy hair flowing around him. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I am your best friend, you moron! I know you better than I know myself sometimes.” 

“Kate, I can’t risk you…–”

“For fuck’s sake, Anthony!” She exploded, tugging on her hair hard to keep her from jumping on him, either to kiss him or to punch him. She wasn’t sure which. “I’ve been in love with you since we were 15 and I’ve been waiting for you to catch up for the past 10 years. I kept trying to convince myself that you didn’t feel the same way. That you didn’t want what I wanted. And yet every time I bring a date home you just sit there as if some angry puppy whose favourite toy was taken away! So you can either do something about it or stop complaining about my dates!”

They stared at each other, both standing on opposite sides of the table, their breaths coming out in heavy pants. Anthony’s gaze burned holes into her, his pupils blown wide and she tried desperately to understand the dark, heated look in his eyes and the twist of his lips. 

Kate regretted her words the moment they were out of her lips and she wished she could take them back. Things with Anthony were good. They spent most of their free time together already. Anthony was the person who knew her best. Better than Edwina, better than Mary, better than anyone in her life. He was the only person she had been able to open up about her grief and hurt over her father’s death and the pressure she felt to take care of their family and in return, he had told her about his father, the impossible spot he left Anthony in when he died and how he was never good enough to fill it and yet he was all there was left to fill it. Why would she try to push something more if it meant she might lose what she already had? She could live without Anthony being her boyfriend, but she could not survive losing him as her best friend. 

Her cheeks were burning and she couldn’t look at him anymore, her eyes darting down to her bare feet. She wracked her brain for something, anything to say to pull out of the situation, but her mind was too jumbled to come up with excuses. She was getting ready to just turn around and leave without a word when there was a flurry of movement in front of her and before she could react, Anthony had crossed the room, pulling her until his arms were wrapped tightly around her and his mouth was on hers. 

She didn’t have time to think before her mouth was opening up to the pressure of his tongue against her lips, her hands raking up until they were tangled in his hair. He tasted like coffee and toothpaste and his skin smelled like the delicious shaving cream he usually wore. 

The moment they needed to pull away for air, a small dash of clarity flooded her brain and she shook her head, her hands firmly planted in his chest as she tried to push him away to no avail. His arms kept holding her close and she watched him from under her eyelashes. 

“I can’t keep doing this Anthony, not like this.” She could feel the hot heat of his chest against her palms, his breaths tickling her cheek. “I want more. I can’t keep doing this if there will be nothing more.”

“Kate.” He whispered her name like a prayer, his lips brushing feather-light kisses to her face, moving from her cheeks to her forehead to the top of her head, sending shivers to every corner of her body. 

“Don’t do this unless you’re certain.” She let out a raggedy exhale, closing her eyes and trying to will her heart into a less frantic rhythm, her body responding to the feeling of his warm, soft mouth on her skin now moving down, back to her forehead, the tip of her nose, the side of her mouth. “Are you certain about this Anthony?”

“Hell, no.” His honest answer came with a broken, hoarse laugh. “Certain? I’m terrified.”

She opened her eyes, lifting her face up to watch his guarded expression crumble. “Why?”

“Why?” He repeated as if the question was so obvious he couldn’t see the reason she would be asking. “You’re the best thing in my life, Kate, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything else. I’ve wanted you for years. But you’re too important to me. I can’t afford to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me.” She scoffed, pretending it wasn’t exactly the same though hammering in her head the minute before. 

“I’m a mess. I’m full of issues.” He mumbled, a self-depreciative smirk tainting his plush lips. Kate lifted one of her hands to smooth the frown from his brow with the tip of her fingers. “I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t think I can be enough for you.” 

“You already are enough, dumbass. Who do you think is the first person I text whenever something good happens to me? Or who do I go to when I’ve had a bad day?” Kate reached out to cup his cheek, unsure if she was about to laugh or cry. Anthony's eyes were studying her face hungrily, taking in every word, every touch, every look. “I know all your issues better than anyone else. God, Anthony, if you're a mess, what does it say about me?” 

“You’re amazing.” He whispered, turning his face to kiss her fingers. 

“I get panic attacks whenever it storms. I’m still afraid to tell Mary how I feel because I’m afraid she won’t love me anymore and I shelter Edwina way too much, even went it costs me my happiness or my sanity.” She shook her head, feeling the smooth texture of his face under her fingers. 

“You also think you are invincible and refuse to accept you can get sick or that sometimes you actually need sleep and food.” 

She pushed back from him, her eyes tightening while her lips curled into a smirk against her will. “Are you criticizing me, Anthony Bridgerton?” 

“I would never dream of it.” Anthony finally seemed convinced Kate wouldn’t bolt from his arms the moment he stopped holding her and slowly, he brought his hand up to push away a dark damp curl stuck on her face. His eyes wandered around her face as if they could look into her soul and he was trying to figure out what he was seeing. “‘I’m afraid to hurt you.”

“Somethings are worth getting hurt for.” She whispered against his skin, her face pressed tightly against his neck. “You are worth it, Anthony. I am willing to try if you are.”

“I am.” He tugged on her arm gently until they were face to face, their warm breaths mingling in front of them and their eyes boring into each other before he closed their lips together in a searing kiss that stole all air from her lungs and left her legs weak. “Although I think you might regret it.”

“Me?” She scoffed. “Do you just realise you’ve just given me the okay to vex you more than I already do till the end of our days?”

“Good.”  He mumbled with a kiss on the corner of her lips. “Although I don’t really think it’s possible for you to vex me more than you already do, Kate.” He said in a fake thoughtful way. 

“Just wait until I get the dog then.” She saw Anthony narrow his eyes at her, his hand still holding firmly to her waist. 

“There is no dog in the roommate agreement.” 

“For now.” She mumbled just loud enough that he would hear the words under her breath. 

“You are a menace, did you know that?” His tone fell somewhere endearing and exasperated. 

“Ah, but you love it.” The words were out of her mouth before she could consider them and her breath caught in her throat when Anthony dipped down, kissing her fiercely before she could say anything else. 

“God help me, I do.” He murmured against her mouth. Kate allowed her hands to drift until her nails were scraping the hard planes of his back, eliciting a delicious groan from the back of his throat. With a sweep of his arms, he pulled her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. His lips trailed away from her mouth to her neck, pressing sucking kisses that would most certainly leave a mark. Kate couldn’t find it in herself to care.  

“Take me to bed, Anthony.”

“Whatever my girlfriend wants.” He mumbled against her skin and Kate threw her head back with a joyous laugh, the word sending tendrils of fire down her body.  

“Whatever, hum?” She hummed thoughtfully. “So the dog thing…”

“No.”

“We’ll see.” It seemed like Anthony wanted to reply, but there was not enough time. She tightened the hand in his hair, bringing his mouth back to her, pushing her tongue against his plump lips. 

He pushed them away from the wall, holding her firmly to him as stirred them blindly down the hall without breaking their kiss, much like the first time they’d done it. 

There would be time for talking later on. Time to discuss their needs and insecurities, to lay their souls bare and to understand where they stood. To discuss their expectations and their fears. Kate smiled into his mouth at the thought.

They had all the time in the world and it was beautiful.  

What an amazing thing. 

[notstilinski]

Crush Starters !

Taken from the 2022 Hulu movie, Crush! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! Some light spoilers for the movie may be present!

“What a vague, bullshit prompt.”

“Sorry, my first instinct was to name other gay people we know.”

“I still share everything with him. Even a Spotify account.”

“Sad lesbian music is an integral part of my identity.”

“It’s too predictable to go for the most popular girl in school.”

“Well, little do they know, my raging anxiety would never let me deface school property.”

“Do you guys want to come over after school and take edibles and watch Shrek?”

“Ugh. Why would you sweat when you don’t have to?”

“Hell no. They tried to put a love spell on me at least six times. If I’m going to date a witch, they have to be a talented one.”

“Stop staring without consent, please. It’s horrifying.”

“(Name), I really like you. I do. Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t know you. I hate myself that I have to say that-“

“Like you call them daddy, and they call you their sweet little princess.”

“For (Name) there, just try to find the thing they suck at the least.”

“I regretted it the second it left my mouth.”

“No, my job as coach is to motivate through fear.”

“Today was great. I almost killed somebody with a javelin.”

“Okay. I’m going to need you to relax. You’re starting to scare me.”

“This is a sex-positive house, (Name). Shame does not live here.”

“Time to get you drunk. Like, if you don’t throw up by the end of the night, then I didn’t do my job.”

“Do I look whimsical enough for puns?”

“Disturbingly cute in a kind of kinky way?”

“Hmm. Okay. If this mentor-protege thing is going to work out, then you have to respect my caffeinated process.”

“I knew you were using a tough-love approach with me.”

“It’s okay, dude. I’m no stranger to dark dad humor.”

“But I don’t want to talk about my dad. I’m saving that for a future therapy session.”

“(Name), are you kidding me? We’re going to have a mother fucking stakeout.”

“Um, I don’t really have a type. It’s more of just a vibe.”

I care. I care. I was just trying to be nice and ask questions. So- Not that good at that, though.”

“Kinda weird that we co-parented but never kissed before, huh?”

“Wow. I guess the promiscuous gene skips a generation.”

“Did you know that squirrels remember every single person they’ve ever seen?”

“We’re playing Seven Minutes in the Hotel Bathroom. And it’s a tried tradition.”

“Oh, wow. Another random animal fact. So soon?”

“Damn. We are bad at the small talk thing.”

“The stupid vending machine won’t give me my food.”

“Why don’t you want to kiss me? Why does nobody want to kiss me?”

“This is the stuff that dreams are made of but, also, nightmares if you are not in the top three.”

“No. It’s fine. It’s just a kiss, right?”

“Every time I try to make new friends or do my own thing, people always think of you first.”

“But everything I do is always overshadowed by you, (Name). I needed something that was mine.”

“How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me anything?”

"Having feelings is evil."

“When you get flustered, I get flustered 'cause I think it’s the stupidest, cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You don’t get to choose who you fall for, believe me, I get it.”

“And, um, tell your mom I say… hi.”

“No, I feel like I’m playing Pictionary with an infant.”

“You look like a serial killer. Change your eyes.”

“Great. It’s a coup.”

“It really hasn’t been the easiest thing. I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, but you get the idea.”

“That’s the face I’ve been looking for, looking like a bunch of wenches.”