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[tomlinsins]

❤️ HARRY STYLES, LOVE ON TOUR 2021-23 ❤️

[hoseokieswrld]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME | JJK (M)

CHAPTER ONE:

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader

Summary: In which a video game streamer, Jeon Jungkook, finds— and is intrigued by— an account that writes nsfw fanfiction about him and decides to send them a private message. He still doesn’t know your name.

Genre: smut, pwp, internet strangers to lovers

Category: three-shot

Collab with: @dollfaceksj —> her masterlist

Banner by: @archivedkookie

WARNINGS: sexting, explicit sexual content, strong language, pornography, cybersex, exchanging in nude photos, hidden identities

total word count: 4.7k. masterlist next part—>

“Ah, fuck! He got me where I couldn’t see him!”Jungkook yells into his microphone, frustrated at his followers during his twitch stream. “Damn it, I was so close.” Jungkook puts his face into his palms, looking at his monitor and seeing all the comments being left in the chat.

User386290: Damn jk he got your ass lmao

Jkssideh0e: aww kook dw you're still fine asf

Jungkook ignores the thirst comments. They don’t make him uncomfortable, he’s just used to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the thirst comments and they actually give him a little ego boost. Whenever he loses at something, he tends to get very annoyed and end the stream.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned and that honestly killed the mood,” Jungkook weakly laughs. “It's getting late and I’ve already been streaming for two and a half hour anyway, so I think I’m gonna end the stream guys, sorry.” He turns his attention to his camera. There seems to be lots of women in today's stream judging from the comments left in the chat.

Kookswrld: noooo dont go yet bby >:(

Ashln00: im gonna miss ur sexy ass

yrma4l: leaving us already wow whtevr

“Don’t worry, guys. I’ll stream tomorrow night at the same time and I’ll be posting some clips of tonight's stream later on my Twitter and Instagram for you guys to rewatch.” He’s really appreciative of his followers and he enjoys seeing them beg him to stay on stream, even if some of the comments are sometimes a little out of pocket.

“Okay, I’m gonna hop off the stream now. Thanks to everybody who joined and donated on my stream today. I really appreciate you guys, and tomorrow I’ll come back on and play COD with some of you guys too. Goodnight, everyone!” Jungkook waves as the comments bid him goodbye.

Jkssideh0e: bye bby

Cl0v3r2000: see u tmw sexy

Jeoncjungk: byeee!! :)

_elicticmoonl1ght: you did so well today baby ill def tune in tmw ;))

Jungkook smiles at the pet names, not being able to contain his flusteredness from the camera. The compliments he gets from his followers are much flirtier to him.

Jungkook has been streaming for a little over a year now. At first, it started out as a silly little hobby when he had some free time after his friend Taehyung suggested he should start streaming. After a while, more and more people started to join and watch his lives. Not only was Jungkook good at video games but he was also insanely attractive, one of the reasons he has such a large female audience. After gaining more followers by the day, his once-a-week streams became twice a week, which then resulted in five times a week. Jungkook never thought his love for video games would get him this far, it was only a silly hobby of his. A year later, he has 1 million followers that watch and share his streams. He truly loves his followers.

Jungkook finally ends the two and a half hour stream. He gets up, washes up for the night before he gets into bed. He’s had a pretty long day between photography sessions he does on the side and streaming, so he’s glad he has time to lie down in bed and edit videos for the night.

After posting, he decides to scroll through his feed on twitter since he hasn’t all day.

@lili57_: Jungkook on his stream today tho?!! Yall gotta hold me back fr he is TOO fine my god.

@jjkkoooks: jk got another tattoo?? he is wattpad come to life 😛

That’s until he scrolls on his Twitter timeline and notices a familiar username.

_elicticmoonl1ght

Where did he recognize that name from? He thinks long and hard from his stream’s chat today, and finally remembers. This definitely has to be the same user from earlier, so the only logical thing Jungkook thinks to do is press on the account’s page.

“Holy shit,” are the first words that come out of his mouth as his eyes practically bulge out of his skull.

“NSFW 18+ ONLY ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO JEON JUNGKOOK” were the first words in your bio…and then the multiple threads of sexual content you write about Jungkook.

A whole nsfw account dedicated to me? I didn’t think people would go out of their day to write explcit stories about me. Jungkook’s thoughts are clouding his mind. He knows he has very loyal followers who watch and share all his streams, but this? Jungkook would have never thought in a million years that people would make porn accounts about him. He’s just a regular dude in his 20s who likes to play video games.

Jungkook decides to go through your page, each post making him more flustered the more he scrolls down. Fuck, do you know how to write, he thinks to himself, truly amazed at how you write each scenario to every last detail, making it sound realistic. That is until he almost cums on the spot, heart racing faster than ever when he comes across one of your most updated posts:

"Mmh, fuck, Kook. Right there, please, don't stop," I whine into the comforter of the mattress while my boyfriend pounds into my soaked pussy from behind, knocking the breath out of my lungs.

"Yeah, baby, like that? I'm gonna make this pussy squirt for me," Jungkook groans out, going harder and faster on me, constantly spanking my ass to make sure he leaves his mark.

Jungkook is starting to get way too hard for his liking. He is so incredibly turned on by your writing, he has never expected to grow an erection from reading fictional porn about him. He mentally debates with himself whether jerking off to this is weird or not, but then realizes he hasn’t gotten himself off in days.

Porn isn’t doing it for him anymore, so he hasn’t watched it in weeks. He feels like the porn now isn’t real or natural. A girl screaming her head off like she was getting murdered was not even remotely hot to him, so he hasn’t had the desire to watch anything of the sort. Jungkook also had a few sneaky links here and there, but hasn’t hooked up with any in months. Unfortunately, he felt like they got too clingy and they even started to expect more from him. So now that he’s by himself, jerking off to this doesn’t seem like a bad idea, especially if it’s about him.

Oh, fuck it, Jungkook surrenders to himself and pulls down his sweatpants just past his balls, cock springing to life and hitting his stomach. Jungkook quickly scrambles to open his bedside table to pull out his lotion he uses for times like these. Impatiently, he squirts a good amount of the lotion into his palm and wraps his large tattooed hand around his throbbing cock.

Jungkook’s body jerks from the sensation of his lotioned hand stroking his sensitive cock, slightly squeezing the tip. His veiny cock twitches, begging for a release of some sort. His chest slightly heaves, forgetting how pleasing himself every once in a while can feel so good. “Mhm- Fuck,” he sighs quietly, picking up his phone to continue reading your post.

“Gonna cum, Kook, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I mewl out from the immense amount of pleasure my boyfriend is giving me with his huge girthy cock, constantly rubbing against my g-spot. He shuts me up with a rough steamy kiss, never slowing down the pace of his hard thrusts. My back slightly starts hurting from being so deeply arched for him, but I can’t say I don’t like it.

He pulls away from the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting the both of our lips still. “Yeah, you're gonna cum for me? All talk until I give your bratty ass attention.” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, wrapping a hand in my hair and pulling it backwards to expose my beautiful, untouched neck to him. He leans in, harshly nibbling and sucking on my skin, leaving it bruised and bitten. I can’t help but admit defeat and whimper under his touch.

“I’m still being a cunt, right? Isn’t that what you said earlier? Huh, baby? Answer me.” Jungkook pulls on my hair again, waiting for my reply. He can’t help but go harder from my desperation, tears building up in the corners of my eyes from how hard he’s gripping my hair.

Jungkook can’t stop reading, finding your bratty attitude so fucking hot, imagining himself fucking into your tight, warm pussy faster. He gets more comfortable in bed, laying down as he squeezes the tip of his cock with every stroke of his large hand, more and more precum spilling out fromhis tip. His lips become red and swollen from biting down on them in a lousy attempt to contain his little whines and groans.

What makes this even hotter is him not knowing what you look like, sending him into a horny headspace. Still fisting his hard, lengthy cock, he gathers spit in his mouth, letting it dribble from his lips onto the head of his swollen dick, a little saliva getting caught in his dark pubes. He whines as he feels some of his saliva dripping down to his balls, the sound of fapping noises filling the room.

“N-no, Kook, you’re not. M’sorry, please- fuck,” I plead my boyfriend as he palms my tits under my tank top, letting the straps fall off my shoulders. He continues to feel me up, occasionally twisting and pinching my sensitive nipples.

Your words and writing make him imagine you, a mystery girl, begging him to fuck you. This is exactly what he likes. His cock only oozes more precum and begs for release. Jungkook takes off his shirt and the rest of his sweats, fully naked in the darkness of his bedroom. He wipes the layer of sweat off of his forehead and massages his balls a bit more, the sensation too good to stop.

“Gonna give what you want baby, yeah?” He finally lets me cum after teasing and torturing me for far too long.

This is the part Jungkook’s been waiting for. The tension building up was enough to get him excited, but this is the part he’s been looking forward to the most. This is what has him thrilled, reading about him finally letting you cum. He can’t describe how badly he wants your tight, velvety walls wrapping around his thick cock. Jungkook recreates the feeling of it by squeezing his hard member with his large palm, moaning a little louder than before.

“Fuck- I’m cumming,” I whine, wrapping my legs around his waist forcing him closer to me.

Is this girl keeping tabs on him? Jungkook can’t tell if he finds it weird or hot that this is exactly how he likes it in real life. He loves how his hands grip your thighs and his fingers sink into the supple flesh. For him, it's the best position. Hitting it from behind. Reading about it makes this ten times better. The way he has a close look at a girl's pussy and ass, her back arched so deeply into the mattress; it only shows how much more power he has over her in bed. He simply loves it. Jungkook can already feel himself getting closer, but wants to finish reading before he cums.

Jungkook keeps a hard steady pace, never losing track of his harsh pace. I can feel his cock throb inside of me, knowing that he’s close to cumming.

“Oh- fuck,” Jungkook groans, imagining him doing this in real life. The way you describe yourself for him is a major turn on, wishing you weren’t just a fake scenario but in his room instead. Fuck, he never knew he could be so envious of his ownself. His cock spurts even more precum than before, the darkness of his bedroom full of skin slapping sounds from the way he jerks himself off so fast. He can only imagine his lotioned hand being your tight soaked cunt.

I finally cum, legs shaking from how powerful my orgasm is. I dig my nails into Jungkook’s big arms when he doesn’t stop fucking into me. Being so fucked out like this drives himcloser to his high, his body collapsing on top of mine as he thrusts into me a few more times as I clench and tear up from the overstimulation.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum inside you. That okay with you?” Jungkook desperately speaks out into my ear, waiting for my permission.

“Yeah, cum inside me, want your cum in me so bad, Kook.”

Your begging is enough to send Jungkook over the edge. He whines loudly, arm on fire from how hard he jerks himself off, chest heaving. He bites his lip harder, sticking his tongue out to play with his piercings, abs clenching as he’s only a few seconds away from cumming.

Jungkook finally cums inside of me with his final thrust, making my cunt feel so full.

“Fuckkk,” Jungkook groans out as he finally releases all over his stomach and hand, palm never slowing down while stroking his throbbing cock. It drips down in thick layers over his tattooed fingers, falling onto his dark pubic hair. Jungkook swears he’s never cum that hard from masturbating in his life.

He takes a second to recollect himself, still slightly in a daze. Jungkook points his attention downward to his stomach, heaving up and down with every breath. He notices the way his cum sticks to his big fingers. He slightly rubs his cock a little more, the feeling too good to stop, the loose skin going up and down with every stroke.

He stops after a few seconds, being slightly overstimulated. He reaches over to his bedside table, grabbing a few tissues and wiping off the cum from his stomach and lotion from his hand. Jungkook can’t lie, he really enjoyed reading and getting off to that, and wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. He could scroll all night reading all of your horny thoughts and posts, you are really good at it.

That's when he gets an idea. He obviously can’t keep stalking and liking your posts from his professional streaming account, that would just blow his cover.

He quickly logs out of his personal account and creates a new burner account with the username ian_97. Jungkook quickly sets up his account making it look less like a fake bot account which results in him putting a picture of his dog, Bam, as the profile picture. He quickly edits his bio which consists of his real age and where he's from. There’s no way you’d think it's actually Jungkook who's following and liking all your posts. Would you even notice his account? You already have 3,000 followers who like and interact with all your posts, mostly being fanpages of him, so there isn’t much to worry about.

Jungkook follows your account, liking a bunch of your posts. He hates himself for getting a little hard, but nothing he can't sleep off. He wonders how you even found him and got interested enough to make an entire nsfw account about him. He’s not complaining though, he finds it hot as fuck.

Jungkook checks the time. ‘It's 12:30 am already? That means I've been reading through her account for like an hour, holy shit.’ Jungkook blinks at how long he’s been caught up in your page. He sighs, plugging his phone into the charger, deciding it's time to get some sleep. Jungkook remembers the long list of errands he has to carry out tomorrow morning which partially makes him annoyed but not much since he needs to get out of the house. He soon falls asleep peacefully, with you on his mind.

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A week and a half has passed since Jungkook’s little smut reading session and finding your page. Since then, he’s gotten so busy with life, doing the photography sessions he does on the side, home chores, and taking care of Bam which is a huge chore in itself. For some reason, he’s had a huge rush in which people want to book with him. Jungkook is glad people enjoy his work, don't get him wrong, but it's more complicated than it seems.

Jungkook spends hours if not days editing all the pictures he’s taken, and him being a perfectionist does not make it a quick task. Getting caught up with all of this ends in him not streaming in over a week, knowing his followers have been begging him to go live. He misses his followers a bunch, and needs to take his mind off things, so after he finishes editing all his pictures and sending them to his clients, he decides to go live.

“Hey everyone, miss me? Sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I got caught up in a lot with some personal matters. And yes, I’ve seen all your tweets begging me to go live and play COD. Well, your wish has been granted!” Jungkook enthusiastically states while reading the comments.

jjkgf613: finally we missed u!!

hoe4.jk: HES BACKKKKK!!!

kookiejjar: heyy hope you're alright :(

“Thanks guys, I missed y’all too, and don’t worry! I’m okay, just been putting a lot of stuff off that needed to be done. Other than that, it's all good! I’m back to streaming for you guys.” Jungkook is glad he has so many people that care for him, he couldn’t ask for better, more supportive followers.

kookswrld: yayyy we got our jungkook back :0

Jungkook chuckles and smiles, but it quickly drops from his face as his eyes drop to the comment right under it.

_elictmoonl1ght: missed u !

Jungkook’s cock twitches in his sweats, memories flooding back in from almost 2 weeks ago when he got off your posts. Fuck, how could I forget? He mentally argues with himself on how that totally slipped his mind. He wonders if you noticed his burner account following you or if you wrote more posts on your page about him. Jungkook quickly snaps out of it, clearing his throat, remembering he’s live streaming with 300k people watching.

“A-ahem, sorry guys, I thought I heard Bam or something. Uhm, let's just get back to the stream.” Jungkook clears his throat, trying to play off the long awkward pause in his stream, cheeks heating when he realizes how deep he was in his thoughts about you. Fuck, he needs to get a grip.

Fortunately, Jungkook is well distracted in his game and interacting with his followers for the past 2 hours, making up for his almost 2 weeks absence. He yawns as he glances at the clock above his screen which reads 10:39 pm. It's late and his eyes are starting to burn from staring at the screen for too long, deciding it's time to end the stream.

“Okay guys, it's getting late so I think I’m going to end the stream. Thank you guys for playing with me, I had a lot of fun reconnecting with y'all. I’ll definitely be going live again soon this week. Don’t forget to check out Instagram and Twitter for more updates. Love you guys, goodnight! ” Jungkook waves at his camera above his monitor, giving his fans a genuine sweet smile. The comments bid him goodbye.

Kookiejjar: gn <33

User386290: seen u soon

Jkssideh0e: gn bf :)))

Jungkook ends the stream, exhausted but happy he got to go live. Streaming is his main source of income, but he does it because he enjoys it, not because it makes him the most money. Also, he makes money off of his sponsorships and photography sessions. Jungkook is pretty financially stable for a 27 year old, it's just him and Bam.

Jungkook cooks himself a small late night meal after his stream, remembering he didn’t get the chance to eat dinner. He makes his favorite go-to meal: spicy buldak ramen. Even though he might regret it later, he doesn’t care, eager to finally eat something after a few hours.

Jungkook finishes his meal and washes all the dishes he used, then puts Bam back into his play pen. He feels sweaty and dirty after his long day, deciding to take a nice hot shower before bed. He relaxes under the shower faucet, not realizing how tense he is. Fuck, loosen up man, he mentally puts himself in check. Jungkook has piled up a lot of stress this past week and a half. Embarrassingly, he hasn’t gotten himself off or had sex in even longer. Jungkook freezes as he remembers earlier events from his day.

“_elictmoonl1ght: missed u!”

Jungkook quickly finishes his shower, turning off the faucet, drying himself off at the speed of light, not even bothering to put on any clothes. He sprints to his bed, rips his phone off its charger and clicks on Twitter.

Jungkook’s stomach bubbles in excitement wondering how much he’s missed your account. He switches from his personal streaming account to his burner, immediately pressing onto your profile. The first thing he sees is an off guard picture of his side profile with the tip of his pink tongue playing with his lips rings from today's stream. He looks so focused and sexy, yet his cock twitches when he reads the caption:

@_elictmoonl1ght: the nose, the piercings, the jaw line, his lips THE TONGUE??!!! needa to ride his face until he begs me to stop. Fuck, i swear he gets more fine everytime he streams :P

Jungkook throws his phone to the side, stripping from his clothings. He throws his shirt and boxers somewhere on the floor of his room, lying down on his bed. Impatiently, he spits into the palm of his hand, too eager to get up and grab his lotion, and places his hand on his cock, stroking until it's firm.

His long and large fingers wrap around his veiny dick, sticky and wet from his saliva. He lets out a small whimper, cock a little sensitive from not being able to get off for almost two weeks. His cock is red, spurting a bit of precum just from imagining how horny you must’ve been when you wrote about him. Jungkook wishes you were with him right now, stroking his hard cock for him, begging him to cum for you.

He continues to scroll down your page, exclusively looking for explicit posts you’ve written about him. A few swipes later, he finds a new and different story you’ve posted. Jungkook presses on the thread and begins reading, smiling from excitement.

Jungkook roughly pushes me onto the bed, stripping me of my clothes.

“Wet as fuck, baby. All for me, right?” Jungkook eyes down my figure, pulling me to the edge of the bed as he takes off my shorts, leaving me in only my underwear.

“Yeah, Kook, just for you, please don’t tease,.” I beg Jungkook as he traces my slit through my panties, sticking them more to my core than before.

Jungkook quickens the pace he strokes his cock at, imagining you, the mystery writer, laying spread out in front of him in your little panties, giving him a full view of your ass and pussy. If you were here, he’d toy with your pussy outside of your underwear, tracing his finger over your lower lips, making sure to press down on your tight, soaked hole, smacking your ass after watching it jiggle. His pace never stops, nipples becoming hard from the cold air in his room, yet every other part of his body is on fire.

“Gonna give you what you want,” Jungkook begins as he pulls down my panties and throws them onto the floor. He lowers himself in front of me, eyeing my soaked cunt, clit begging for some sort of stimulation. He begins by kissing my inner thighs a few times, occasionally biting on them, causing me to whimper in pain.

After a minute of teasing, he finally brings his lips to my cunt, giving it a long, slow lick from my hole to my clit.

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, eating pussy is one of his favorite things to do. It’s crazy how you’ve been writing about all the things he likes. His cock twitches at the thought of having his head between your thighs, imagining your pussy to be plump and soaked for him, clit throbbing whenever his nose bumps into it. He groans out, never stopping the pace he strokes his veiny cock at, wishing he could have the taste of you in his mouth.

“L-like that, Kook,.” I beg him as he devours me like I’m his last meal. He doesn’t take a moment to breathe, but instead constantly sucks on my clit, occasionally moving down to lick at my quivering hole. However, he stops and removes his face from my pussy. His face is covered in my wetness, some of it on the tip of his nose to his chin.

“Sit up,” he demands me while he lays down on his back. That's it? He’s not going to finish the job?

I sit up and stare at him in confusion when the next few words he says makes my pussy clench in desire.

“Ride my face. C’mon, babe.” Jungkook urges me to straddle his face. I’ve never sat on his face, but I’m not opposed to it.

I straddle him, his eyes staring straight into mine as he grabs the back of my thighs, wasting no time in urging me to sit on his face. When I finally lower myself onto him, I jolt from the pleasure. His nose begins to hit directly onto my clit, wet tongue proding at my hole.

“Fuck, feels so good, Kook, d-dont stop,” I plead him, my legs shaking on each side of his head. His tongue and nose constantly working on my pussy has me lightheaded, my words becoming squeals and whines. I decide to be bold, slightly rocking my hips back and forth across his face, lifting myself up every few seconds to let him breathe.

Jungkook fists his cock at a fast, rough pace. Your words were perfect and made it so realistic to imagine. Jungkook pants, “Fuckkk mh- yeah, like that, baby,” as he imagines you humping his face. His balls tighten, thinking about how tight and wet your pussy probably is. He dreams of your plump pussy constantly rubbing onto his nose and lips, maybe even feeling some of your shortly trimmed pubes brush against his skin.

Jungkook is so fucking close, losing it at the thought of your wetness still connecting your pussy to his mouth. His stomach clenches, eyes squeezing shut, feeling a dribble of sweat running down his defined abs. His cock is harder than ever in these past two weeks. His cock is begging to release all the cum he’s been holding in, balls tensing at the thought of cumming everywhere.

Jungkook can tell I’m close by the way I have a tight grip on his hair, and my constant begs to cum. He eventually complies and gives a final kiss to my pussy.

“Want you to come now. That good with you, baby?” He says as he shoves his mouth onto my poor swollen pussy, not even giving me the chance to answer him.

Jungkook doesn’t stop with his rough sucking and licks, determined to make me cum all over his face. My moans and begs are louder than before, my hands gripping his long, luscious hair. He brings all his attention to my clit, sucking on it harshly. My stomach snaps from all the pressure.

“Mh- cumming, Kook. C-cumming,” I cry out as I ride out my high on his tongue and lips, not stopping until I soak his entire face.

Jungkook finally reaches his breaking point, hot white cum coating the back of his hand and stomach, a little seeping onto his belly button. He continues to milk his cock dry until he whimpers from the overstimulation. He just can’t stop. Not knowing who you are or how you look makes the situation even hotter. You don’t have to show him how you look, your words are just enough to make him cum.

Jungkook finally stops stroking his cock, but leaves his tattooed hand there. It might’ve been the little bit of horniness left in him, but he decides to be a little bold. He clicks on your account, scrolls to the top of your page and presses the little message button in the top right corner, and at that he sends you the message.

“hey, your writing is amazing and i cant lie turns me on a lot. Wanna see if u can put those words to good use bby:)”

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a/n: hi guys! i really hope you enjoyed part 1 of sdkmn! this is my very first fic ever and im glad to share it yall finally!! i have no idea when part 2 will be sooo pls dont ask LOL but i hope yall enjoyed it and are ready for the next part! pls don’t be shy to share or reblog they are very much appreciated! id also like to thank @dollfaceksj and @peachypinkygloss for helping me so much through the writing process and making this story 10x better!! my asks are always open and i hope yall stay tuned for part 2! thank youuu🫶🏻🥹💞 -eli

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[asseenontv]

Are You Okay?!

Trevor Spengler x gn Reader fluff

Ghostbusters Afterlife

Warnings: swearing, no use of y/n

Summary: when Trevor, Phoebe and Podcast first catch Muncher you’re in the crossfire by being a bystander on the street while they try to trap it and you get hurt but Trevor checks on you after it’s all done

You’re sitting on the curb outside on the street and scrolling on your phone mindlessly, either on TikTok, Twitter or Instagram when you hear the sound of a loud and obnoxious engine getting closer, you look up for a second and see this junkyard of a car speeding up the road with what looks like… A KID SITTING ON THE OUTSIDE OF IT?!

You have barely anytime to react when you see this huge beam of light rapidly and uncontrollably whip around everywhere as it tries to grab a ghost-like thing, suddenly it loses control and goes straight for you in a flash of light.

The beam shoots at you and grazes your ankle, in turn, burning your shoes and pants (or leggings/stockings). You quickly splash your drink on your leg in hopes it would put out the small fire that was on your clothes and it does. You look at the car speeding down the street once again to see the small girl turn around and glance at you with a sorry expression.

A couple minutes later you see the car once again speed up the street to you except this time the little girl isn’t outside. It stops abruptly on the road and out jumps the girl, a boy around her age and a teenage guy around your own. The teenage boy turns to the girl and says to her, quietly yelling,

“You should’ve been more careful with that thing!” He says in an annoyed tone

“You know It cant be controlled easily, Trevor!” She tells him

“Well you almost killed them!” He says gesturing towards you

“You know what? Just go sit back in the car, I’ll deal with this and hopefully not get us sued” he tells both the boy and the girl

Once the younger ones sit back in the car and close the door, the teenager looks down at you and then sits on the curb next to you

“Does that hurt? Did it burn you? I can get something cold to put on it” he says in order to try and make things right, he talks in kind of an awkward tone as well

“Yeah it does hurt a bit, it would be nice to get some ice or something” you say while checking the damage again and then looking up at him, he was quite tall even when sitting down

“Yeah okay, sure let me get you something” he says and hops up and walks to a shop next door

He comes out a minute later with a canned drink in hand and gives it to you

“Sorry they don’t have much for a burn, it’s cold enough though, right? He asks while sitting down again

“It’s fine, I’ll ice it when I get home” you say putting the can on your burn and looking down again

“I’m Trevor, the two kids with me are Phoebe and Podcast” he says raising his hand awkwardly for you to shake

You shake his hand slowly “Podcast?” You ask in confusion and with a small smile

“I don’t know, he calls himself that”

“Okayyy…” you say awkwardly

“Also are you gonna tell me what the fuck that was you shot me with?” You say looking back at him

“I didn’t shoot you?” He says with a fake offended tone “also I barely understand so I can’t explain much”

A small silence happens after until you interrupt it by saying your name to him and he smiles at you

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

You guys talk for a couple minutes, laughing about stuff and it turns out you guys have a lot in common, music, movies and interests in general

“Well look at that” the little girl from earlier steps out of the car and stands infront of it to which you and Trevor look at her

“Looks like you finally got a partner so you don’t have to act all weird at that job anymore” she says in a rather dry and sarcastic attitude

“Shut up Phoebe!” Trevor yells back at her

“We have to go home anyways, Podcast needs to go home as well” she says gesturing for him to get back inside the car

Trevor sighs and stands up but before getting in he says “oh, can I get your number? I wanna hang out because you seem actually cool”

“Yeah sure” you take his phone and put your number in

“Thanks” he says with a smile and hops inside the car and speeds off down the road

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Later that night when you’re laying down in bed you get a text

“ Hey i was wondering if you wanted to hang out tmr? “

It Was Trevor

Hi this is my first fic in a long time! Let me know if you wanna see more of something :)

[hash1ras]

jjk hcs -`♡´- modern au

part one: yuji, megumi, nobara note: characters are aged up in this, early-mid 20's | banner image made by me ♡

⋆˙⟡♡ yuji

definitely the comedian of the group, he's always making you laugh

literally has thousands and thousands of followers on twitter, he's so popular fr (but so humble about it)

sweet tooth!!! always eating sweets, one night at a house party you watched him pull pocky out of his jacket & start snacking in the middle of the kitchen like ??? yuji please eat a vegetable im worried about your health smh

literal sweet baby angel

street style fashion king!!

loves hip hop music, his current favs are isaiah rashad & childish gambino he knows the words to every song (yuji’s playlist here)

carpool karaoke sessions w him and nobara!!

he's your best friend, you guys have sleepovers and random day trips together

gives the best hugs!!! (😭)

you two have a joint playlist on spotify

has a polaroid camera that he brings with him everywhere

his bedroom is covered with pics he's taken of you and the group<3

⋆˙⟡♡ megumi

the quiet one (ofc)

has his headphones in almost constantly, its usually deftones or nirvana

he also loves old jazz music????

the type of guy to send you 50 tiktoks in a row but never reply to yours smh

he's your go to video game partner

you love going over to his house just to snuggle with his dogs on the couch

he acts annoyed and gives a little "tch" as he walks by but secretly he thinks it's the cutest thing in the world

he likes playing soccer in his free time, like he's actually an insanely good player (okay go off blue lock)

manga collector

his favorite is berserk, like damn who hurt you bby

when he gets drunk, he's the life of the party and will even pull you out on the dance floor

but then he's grumpy as hell the next day because he's violently hungover and you're showing him videos of the night before (now he's burying his head in the pillow bc he's embarrassed)

his closet is literally all black clothing

you love stealing his jackets and shirts when he's not looking lmao

megumi is the one you go to when you're struggling with anything, he always gives the best advice with 0 judgement

⋆˙⟡♡ nobara

shopaholic!!!!!

will usually take mall trips with you, she'll facetime you from the dressing room to get your opinion on outfits and now you two are having a virtual date from across the dressing room hallway lmao

fortnite champion

she always kills megumi anytime they play together and he gets so mad, now he's screaming at nobara while you and yuji are dying from laughter on the couch

"the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet"

thats actually her instagram bio

loves cherry coke

club girl, you two love spending your weekends out dancing, occasionally you'll drag megumi & yuji out with you

you know those platonic codependent friendships? like does anyone wanna hang out for 15 days in a row? yeah that's you and nobara<3

has a sanrio obsession & a plushie collection to match (she calls you the kuromi to her melody)

she's a swiftie

her favorite album is reputation

gives the best boy advice

requests are open!#

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

03/01/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

OMG is is already march? Today's a long one yall.

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

More BTS! The particularly exciting part about this post was Samba's words:

"Last scene of the season, it was a heavy one which required extreme focus and emotion, and I decided to clown around☠️ What were they gonna do, fire me?👀 #readtheroom #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmd #ofmdseason2"

A lot of folks are feeling like there are two important points in this message:

"Last scene of the SEASON" (vs series)

"I decided to clown around"

=Vico Ortiz =

Needed more reasons to love Vico? They're a Good Omens fan as well!

== Don't Panic! ==

Many of you have probably heard about a lot of Our Flag Means Death Props being sold off at auction. Several crew-mates have made some excellent points as to why not to panic yet. I saw a tweet somewhere and now of COURSE I can't find it, but just a reminder, props are not the SET itself. The Set not being sold off is a huge plus, props come and go.

Thank you to @OFMDBingo42 and @cumulativehchaos for your thoughts and reassurances regarding this!

And a final note I whole-heartedly agree with from @chaotickraken91

== New Charity Fundraisers! ==

#WeeJohnWonday Fundraiser

A new fundraiser in aid of @KristianNairn's favorite charity, Team HAVEN Belfast will be going live on Monday, March 4th! If you'd like to see last years documentation/receipts please visit #HonoringKristianNairn Source: @ForceMonument's Twitter

== Smiles for Samba! ==

It's finally #SmilesForSamba day! Thank you to everyone who contributed to the scrapbook and fundraiser in honor of Samba!

== Watch Parties and Events ==

== Reminders! ==

Last chance for Season 2! Marathon tomorrow! Saturday 8am CST / 2pm GMT

= March 2 - Captain's Orders =

Tomorrow is #CaptainsOrders! Our Captain Rhys Darby has said more than once that getting out into nature is so incredibly important and healing. Weather permitting, try to get outside tomorrow even for a little bit and get some fresh air! Src: @rebels_rascal / Graphic by @SharpenYourSword on Twitter

== #WereWolvesWhen ==

With all the buzz going around regarding "We're Wolves" being scripted finally (from the Wellington Paranormal Podcast). Our Vianton Crew have asked fellow Rhys Darby fans to start spreading the word on "We're Wolves". Wanna help? You can hop onto your favorite social media and share your favorite parts of WWDITS or werewolves in general!

Please use the following hashtag #WereWolvesWhen!

== Save OFMD Crew Updates==

=Transparency Policy=

Clarification edits have been made to the Financial Transparency Policy. The next full review period will start on May 22nd Transparency Policy

= Immoderate Citrus! =

For National Sunkist Citrus Day, the SaveOFMDCrew wants you to send them all your citrus-related favorite! Reach out on any of their socials: Facebook / Instagram / Twitter / Tumblr

= Billboard has been Scheduled! =

The #BeABillboard campaign to SaveOFMD will go live in London's Leicester Square on 11th, 12th, 18th, and 19th of March. Are you in London? Feel free to go check it out!

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Today @AdoptOurCrew hosted a These Thems watch party! There was a whole lot of engagement and they were kind enough to share some BTS bits that Vico shared with them! Check them out over on Instagram!

I've posted the images here as well for those of you who don't have access. All photos and posts regarding #TheseThems are courtesy of @adoptourcrew!

Didn't get to join the Watch Party? Check out These Thems On Youtube!

= More AOC Analytics! =

= #OurFlagTurns2 Bingo =

Did you know that our friends over at @adoptourcrew are running a Bingo game in celebration of OurFlagMeansDeath turning 2 on Sunday? Give it a whirl if you'd like! Feel free to hop on over to them on Twitter or Instagram and let them know how it's going!

Twitter / Instagram

== Fan Spotlight! ==

More cards from @melvisik! Thank you for letting us collect them all! Today is Con O'Neill!

== Dgdd Gwyl Dewi Hapus! (Happy St David's Day!) ==

Happy St David's Day all! Several fans are honoring our lovely David Jenkins on this Welsh holiday! Thank you @wastingyourgum for the dedication and the translation!

== Articles ==

TV Shows That Were Canceled In 2024

== Love Notes ==

Hey my darlings. As you can tell, today has been a very VERY long day. There is just SO MUCH going on. I don't know about you but it feels like something's building. Maybe it's just til OFMD's 2rd anniversary on Sunday the 3rd, idk, but i've got a good feeling.

Either way though, whatever that hype is, it's so nice to see everyone having fun and engaging so much. You are all so wonderful and deserve to smile and enjoy yourselves.

You are allowed to be loud and excited about things! In fact, please be! It makes us all excited too, and I love "seeing" you smile and in your element.

I'm off to bed, but I'll leave you with @thelatestkate's latest picture that's so very true. You deserve to be considered. You Count. Love you all.

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I'm a bit lazy tonight so we're doing a combo, but to be fair it's one of my faves. Gif courtesy of @shegoesbyjoy

[skekkaaa]

It’s been a while 🌹 who’s your fave? Mine is homura (rafayel - i play in jp dub because tachibana shinnosuke is like,,, my fave seiyuu AHSHDHHFFHFH)

Btw I’m on VGen now and you get discounts if you commission love and Deepspace from me hahaha - my waitlist for March is open so hop onto my DMs or click on the Vgen if you just wanna fill out a form!

Twitter | Instagram | VGen

[joshleyson]

THIS IS: SIARGAO ✨

December film dump 🎞️

Growing up in Mindanao for almost 2 decades and never actually being able to traverse the picturesque landscapes in the eastern part of the island is something that I know I have to break before the year ends. So I did.

I flew from Manila to Cebu so early in the morning to catch a connecting flight to Siargao by noon. Traveling to Siargao was a lot of firsts for me. Not having to go to every detail but when the plane was about to take off to Siargao, we were all offloaded due to the bad weather on the island. Fortunately, instead of having to fly back to Manila, the airline was kind enough to take me to a nearby hotel in Cebu, all expenses paid including food, transportation, and next-day ticket. It was an unexpected staycation which surprisingly I enjoyed.

Coming from a very tiring day at work and then going to the airport, I felt like I really needed this quiet time, and I was able to check in to this lavish hotel all by myself while waiting for my flight the next day. Also, I had a great night as well in Cebu catching up with one of my long-time friends and her beaux. I went back to my hotel around 3 in the morning because there’s just so many things to catch up and I really missed my homie so much. Keyword: low-maintenance friendships.

So the day finally came, and I was able to land safely on the island of Siargao. Right off the bat on my first night, I had a lovely dinner with my travel friends slash buddies at work and we went to a bar, and danced the night away which to me serves as a prelude to the great experience this vibrant community had in stored for me as a Mindanaoan that have never set foot beyond the confines of Zamboanga and western Mindanao.

We spent our days being on the road which to me was such a release. Being able to smell the fresh ocean breeze while blasting our favorite Y2K songs in the car and relying on Waze or Google Maps for our next destination, to me, makes the trip so much fun because of the spontaneity and unpredictability that it brings. We went island hopping, danced in the boat, swam on open waters, ate our hearts out, moved from one accommodation to another, and I tried surfing for the first time! I never thought I would enjoy the experience because it was raining lightly at that time and the waves were so big it could easily engulf me, but man, best day ever!!!! I fell on the surfing board and slammed my body on the rushing waves several times but being able to stand on the surfboard for the first time was such a liberating experience. A little bit of a stretch, but it was and I will try it again once I go back to Siargao.

☾

I flew back to Cebu and then to Manila to catch one of my friend’s wedding and luckily I made it with no delay. Looking at the pictures that I got to develop from a Fuji film camera that I brought with me on the island, I am reminded again of the incredible healing power of what it’s like to try new things, be with nature, and just breathe. Knowing that the year is about to end in a couple of weeks, I felt so blessed to have that opportunity to break the complicated rhythm of corporate life and to disconnect for a moment. 

After 3 weeks, I get to fly back to Boracay to celebrate New Year’s Eve. So many epic moments that I am also grateful for which I may save for the future but nevertheless, my last month of 2023 was such a banger and I hope it always feels that way.

By the way, I’m writing all these on my iPhone because I’m too tired to get up and open my MacBook, so I appreciate you for hanging with me this far. So that’s it for 2023!

Simply put, I just want to say Happy Holidays to you and your loved ones, and may 2024 be as effervescent as your hopes and dreams for the future.

J.

(December, 2023)

(Photos were shot using Fujifilm Simpleace 35 mm camera + iPhone 15 Pro Max)

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(Music by Grammy nominee, Victoria Monét. All rights belong to her and her publishers. For personal and non-commercial use only. Stream her great catalogue on Spotify and Apple Music.)

[itsyoung8]

If the preppies had Twitter

HI GUYS I'M BACK!!!! Please excuse me for this long absence, I have just finished my exams. So I'm now available to post again regularly!!

A while ago I had thought about (it doesn't happen often so believe me when I say this lol) to make headcanons on a character but I didn't really know who to do and then came up with the idea of doing a "if the students of Bullworth Academy had twitter" so here is what it would look like for preppies:

Pinky Gauthier:

Popular Twitter

She tweets "Hello", she has 500 likes and 152 RT

Twitter is his diary

In her bio there is a link to her Instagram

Derby Harrington:

"Harrington never lose" in bio

Makes problematic tweets

He was suspended several times

Settles scores with Johnny in space every 4 mornings

Bif Taylor:

Defends Derby at all costs whenever he's in the sauce

His pinned is his thread on his favorite hip-hop and rap sounds

His PP (Profile Picture) is him with his Bose Championship belt

He blocked Jimmy after the latter displayed himself with the boxing champion's belt

Tad Spencer:

He has a private account on which he spits his hatred on Derby

He posts pictures of the pastries he makes in his free time

participated in Mister Twitter (I swear we had that in France lmao) but lost

blocked Cedric Grolet

Gord Vendôme:

Twitter with a lot of followers too

Hit-tweets because they're funny

Makes indirect comments on his crush so that the latter understands that Gord is talking about him (this is Vance)

Once he saw a picture of Jimmy in an "awful" outfit (he was the one who said it) he flagged the tweet for violent speech

Parker Ogilvie:

his tweet "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A FRIEND OF MINE DID SOME WEIRD THINGS WITH MY GARDEN GNOME????" it became an iconic tweet

"gnome stan account" in bio

A real ray of sunshine in the TL

More follows than followers but he doesn't care

Chad Morris:

Has put Chester in header

Rt tweets about animal protection

He and Ricky have blocked each other but insult each other's family trees in space

Has a private account where he likes Lola's tweets

Bryce Montrose:

Doesn't have time to go because he juggles classes, work and boxing

Justin Vandervelde:

Tries to make people laugh with his tweets but they flop

When there's a scuffle in space, it adds fuel to the fire

In his "likes" there are only tweets from Ted and the other preppies

His dream is for Ted to follow him back

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Read It and Weep- Part 2

Pairing: NFL!Player!Rafe Cameron x Journalist!Reader

Summary: After a week of chaos, the Reader goes to interview their team during practice, chatting with them all about their win and their hopes for the next few Playoff games. But when the team sees how Rafe and Y/n interact, they decide to mess around a bit.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Violence, swearing, flirting, sexual tension.

Song: 'Bubbly' by Colbie Caillat

A/n: I'm so excited for this part. I love their interaction and I love writing their flirty moments. It's gonna get steamier from here on in so hold on! @tee-swizzle, here's your babydaddy.

I got so many messages following Sunday’s game.

Instagram, snapchat, twitter, my email was even blowing up along with text messages rumbling in from nearly every single person that I know along with people that I had never met before. 

There was this sudden interest in my life. People who really never wanted anything to do with me in high school now want everything to do with me, tickets to games, behind the scenes info, all the things that I would give them if we were actually friends but we’re not. Old family members that I didn’t talk to anymore except for birthdays and holidays were suddenly so interested in my job, wanting to read everything I’ve ever published. 

There were even tweets left by other football players on my most recent tweet that I posted, addressing the loads of questions about my state and about whether I’m okay or not. I just simply stated that I’m okay and don’t need any medical interventions and that Rafe was a gentleman for helping me up. I only made the post in the first place because half of the people that commented or reached out were concerned that Rafe had actually hurt me when he took me down when indeed, it was just my pride. Had I known that by posting that, I’d be getting interaction from every football player out there, I wouldn’t have posted it to begin with, especially with the incessant jokes they’ve left on my page- jokes that have attracted news stations in our area along with NFL commentators.

Rafe Cameron’s new woman?

Was the run in between sports journalist Y/n Y/L/N and Rafe Cameron planned to act as  a sort of ‘hard launch’?

Does Y/L/N have it out for Rafe Cameron’s wide receiver paycheck? 

The jokes started with Rafe’s own team, the team who’s known me as their faithful journalist, all turning against me to make jokes at my expense about how I ‘fell for Cameron’ and even made jokes about making our ‘ship name’ on shirts and hats for the whole team to wear. 

Given their track record, I assumed that they’d do it. 

But it did bother me, to see people all of a sudden equate my worth to one incident with a person that I barely know, chalking up our ten minutes of conversation into this huge love story where I’m the desperate damsel and he’s this loverboy giving me the chance of a lifetime, a chance to ‘be with him’, even though neither him nor I have talked to each other since the whole incident.

I got people asking me for interviews left and right, newscasters begging me to come on their shows and podcasts to speak about my opinion of the Rafe Cameron. I even got a call from my own manager asking if I would write a piece on Rafe and I almost agreed but then I wondered how weird it would be for him to read an article written by the girl that he flirted with during a whole entire conference and also toppled over when winning one of the most important games of the season. 

I came up with the alternative that I would go and interview all of the players as a whole during their at home practice before we all hop on a plane and go to Boston for a playoff game. My boss was on board and claimed it would bring in enough publicity, especially since half the country is looking forward to hearing Rafe and I interact, pining after us like we’re some fictional romance or as if I’m a contestant on a TLC dating show. 

My heels click against the concrete of the tunnel and my stomach only hurts more and more the closer I get to the literal light at the end of the tunnel. I can hear the men yelling and running around and I can already picture the bright smiles on all of their faces, knowing how excited they get for interviews. They’ll do anything for a break. 

I’m going to be honest, the amount of effort that went into my outfit, make up and hair was probably a little bit excessive but there’s a part of me that wants to do what everyone’s been talking about all over social media; knock Rafe off his feet. It was such a confidence boost to see Rafe completely and utterly enthralled in my very presence at the conference and I’d be stupid to ignore the follow request in my instagram right now, from him. 

When I stepped out into the sun, I’m immediately caught off guard by a bunch of whistles sung into the air, my neck craning to look at the bench with a teasing look, watching the huge men lining the bench wave sweetly at me with feigned affection. I give them an awkward wave in return as they all begin to shout individually; 

“Hey Cameron! Your girlfriends here!”

“Rafe, your girl’s here to see you.”

“Your baby mama's here, Rafe!”

“Baby mama- what?” I giggle breathlessly and under my breath, watching Rafe slip his helmet off and he jogs towards me. Before he can reach me, I take a step back, holding a teasing hand up to his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my fingers. “Don’t want you taking me down again.” He looks shocked for a moment before he laughs sheepishly, eyes rolling at my obvious taunting and he takes a step back with his arms raised in surrender. 

“Jesus, it was one time.” He scoffs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, a gentle blush sweeping across his cheeks cutely. “I’m never gonna get past that am I?” My head shakes rapidly at him with a huge, proud grin, reaching out to pat his shoulder, feeling sparks beneath my fingers. 

“Never, nope. Not when the whole internet is talking about it.” A look of realization passes across his face and I can see the images of the tweets and articles pass through his eyes and I imagine the same, picturing all of the snapshots that the cameramen managed to take of us and, to be honest, it took everything in me to not save them to my phone and send them to my dad who still refuses to believe that Rafe and I actually talked, even after hearing the post-conference conversation and the actual tackle in the first place. 

“Correction, talking about us.” He grins, swaying gently on his feet while pointing a finger between the two of us and I tilt my head at him with a dumb smile.

“What us?”

“Ouch Cameron, she’s got you wrapped around her little, talented finger.” Greg approaches us quickly and without warning, swooping an arm around Rafe’s shoulder as he gives me a handsome smile and a wink. Rafe’s soft expression drops almost immediately and it doesn’t go without noticing the way his shoulders tense the minute Greg appears, his hungry eyes staring at me like a predator would look at its prey.

“Hi Greg.” I smile politely, ignoring the way that Rafe takes a step closer to me, glazing over at me as I pull my notepad out, prepared to give Greg my typical interview questions but he speaks before I can ask any questions.

“Hey, sweetcheeks. Are you here to interview us? Coach said something about it.” Greg asks, turning to look at Rafe with a shit eating grin and Rafe sighs, shoving his friend away from him and taking another protective step towards me, arm brushing against mine and it sends goosebumps down my spine.

“Yeah, I wanted to chat with some of you during practice, get some lines about the playoffs and winning last week's game.”

“Oh you mean the game where you won a buddy-boy's heart?” Greg winks at Rafe and Rafe clears his throat awkwardly, looking down at his feet with a tired smile. I pick up on the tension that’s between them, as if something’s happened in the last week that I’ve seen them. They’ve been fine all season, all buddy-buddy, a cute bromance, but today I can see the discomfort practically oozing out of Rafe as he stands so closely beside me. 

“Get the fuck out of here, Greg. You’re the fucking quarterback, you need practice more than any of us.” Rafe shoves him away and turns to me, ignoring the questioning look that his friend gives him and I make a mental note to write down the ‘tension’ that appears to be wracking through the team as the playoffs come and go.

“Ouch, baby needs a nap.” Greg sends me a wink and a pervish smile, shoving Rafe towards me as he stumbles and I reach out to steady him, hands gripping his strong shoulders. 

“Sorry about him. He’s a pain.” Rafe mutters, returning to his normal position across from me, still standing closer than before but keeping an honest distance between us, something my mom would call ‘leaving room for Jesus’ and, I’ll be honest, the closeness, the protectiveness, is extremely attractive and refreshing to see, especially from Rafe who’s already so strong and protective as is. And incredibly hot if I might add, not much room for Jesus here.

“Oh really? Couldn’t tell.” I laugh, reaching out to pat his shoulder in an attempt to console him and his shoulders roll in an attempt to loosen up a bit, jaw slacking. He laughs sheepishly at me with a soft smile, hooded eyes sweeping to look down at the ground and I can just make out the blush on his cheeks as he turns to look back at the team that’s still practicing.

“You’re funny. And stunning. You look different than your typical get-up.” His eyes shift to look over me once more, this time ten times more obvious than he did when he first approached me but not nearly as obvious as Greg’s eyes on my boobs.

“You know what my typical getup is?” I ask with an honest tilt of my head, teasing him but at the same time, it makes me wonder if he’s truly been paying attention to me longer than last week. The thought makes me think back to every single outfit I’ve ever worn in front of him, remembering the one time I wore a pretty embarrassing spongebob shirt to practice one day after I had woken up, completely and utterly hungover.

“I pay attention.” He shrugs with a coy smile.

“To a random journalist?”

“To a random beautiful woman? Yes.” His flirting is incessant but I have to give him credit because he is possibly one of the most sweet talking, charming people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He seems to know just what I want to hear and just what will have my heart racing. “Most distracting thing on the field.” He bumps me with his shoulder and I grin vividly, hands reaching up to rest on my cheeks to conceal the heat coming from them. “Did you get my follow request?”

“We should talk about the game.” I laugh awkwardly, suddenly feeling so comfortably claustrophobic in his shadow and I’m so close to him that I could just lean into him and fit my body into his. I bet his body would fit against mine like Cinderella's slipper. 

Isn’t that what they’re calling us? A match made in heaven?

“Fine, fine. I’ll reel it in a bit.” 

We fall into a comfortable silence, both of us turning to watch the players on the field, tossing the ball back and forth and running drills- but what gets my attention is the noises coming from the bench and I turn my head to see four of the players making faces at Rafe and I and clutching their chests in cute affection.

“Don’t look now but they’re making kissy faces at us.” I whisper to Rafe and he scoffs, giving them a simple look out of the corner of his eyes before he leans down to me, whispering against the shell of my ear and it has me gulping in breaths of air.

“Ignore them. They’re pussy-sober which makes them sad and stupid.” I giggle, shoving him away from me with wide, playful eyes.

“Oh and you’re not?” His lips part in a look of shock but a pleasant shock as his dropped jaw slowly turns into a bright smile, his head once more lulling forward as he avoids looking at me out of pure embarrassment. 

“Ouch, Y/l/n.” He whispers, reaching up to pat his chest with a pout. “You wound me.”

“And you literally wounded me.” Folding my arms across my chest he pouts with furrowed brows, hands reaching out to rest on my shoulders as he gives me another once over, almost as if he’s looking for injuries though I think the real reason is to just have another reason to look at me.

“Fuck, I asked if you were hurt, you said you were fine. Are you okay? Do you need to get checked out, I’ll pay-” He starts but I reach up to place a hand on his chest, cutting his words off and instead he’s now tuned in on the fact that I’m touching him, his heart rate speeding up beneath my touch.

“Rafe, it’s a big bruise on my hip. I’ll live.”  

The coach calls Rafe over almost immediately before Rafe can ask to see the wound on my hip and I’m glad that he did because the last thing I wanted was for him to see how big the bruise is and how big of a baby I actually am. How he was already so ready to take care of me, help me pay for medical care- I’m beginning to wonder if he’s just like this or if he’s just like this with me.

It’s fun to watch him play, watch him sprint across the field and catch the ball effortlessly, nine times out of ten falling dramatically to the ground after catching it and looking back at me with wide, excited eyes, almost asking ‘did you see that?’ It makes me appreciate his roots, the fact that at one time, he was just a little boy playing flag football and winning high school games and now he’s with the big boys, making all of his dreams come true. It’s quite the tearjerker. 

“Hey, Y/n!” Rafe calls out suddenly, startling me from my note taking and I spot him running towards me with a ball. “Wanna learn how to throw?” He asks, tossing me the ball and I grin down at it, feeling the worn leather beneath my hands as Rafe’s pupils dilate a bit watching me, his hands moving to grip at the neckline of his jersey.

“Is this a part of the interview?” I ask teasingly, tossing the ball back in his direction and he rolls his eyes dramatically. “You don’t throw the ball, Rafe-”

 “You can just say ‘I was shown exactly how Rafe and Greg do what they do and look great while doing it.” He winks and I scoff at him, turning my head just to hide the shit eating grin on my lips that seems to be a permanent thing around him. “C’mon.” He reaches out to take my hand gently in his as he begins to walk backwards, taking me further onto the field with every step I take. “Please?” He pleads, thumb brushing against my hand as I ponder for a moment, weighing the pros and cons but when I come up with nothing, I give him a simple shrug, taking the ball from him with a grin. 

“Why not?”

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Series Tags: @onedayatatime6 @hysteriahall @littlefirefly08 @hanniebee33 @imsorare @acatwriteshere

[holygrailimagines]

Fox

Summary: Kevin Alvarez is crushing on a certain Fox football reporter.

To say you loved your job was an understatement. You practically breathed sports and talking was something you couldn’t stop doing, so naturally being a Fox sports reporter was out of the question. You loved commentating on games and adding a little spice of your Mexican culture to it. Everybody loved you and you quickly became a fan favorite and one of America’s sweethearts. Thanks to all the support, you were here in Qatar for the 2022 World Cup. 

Today, you were commentating on Mexico v Poland with your Fox partner, Tom. You were so excited and ready to root for your home country. The whole time you were on the edge of your seat, waiting for Mexico to score. Unfortunately, that never arrived, but your hope was not extinguished as you left the air with a final hopeful message to Mexico for their next game. 

“Well, despite no goals, this was quite an interesting game as we got a little taste of what’s to come in Group C. Of course, San Ochoa saves the day. He truly is el señor de los cielos. However, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Alvarez. He definitely seems to be rising up to the plate, I sense this will be a great World Cup for Mexico.” You say, passing it on to Tom. 

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It was now 12 am in Qatar and you were exhausted. When you reached your hotel room, you took a well-deserved shower and hopped onto twitter. You were showered with the usual love, and the occasional hate tweets, but something caught your attention. An article published by TMZ: Mexican Football Star, Kevin Alvarez, Dating Fox Reporter, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?!

Your eyes widened as you quickly clicked on the article link and sure enough, a video clip was attached to the article. You pressed play and watched as the football player was bombarded by flashing lights and random questions. 

“Kevin! Kevin! Kevin! Any news on a girlfriend?” The paparazzi frantically asked. You saw a small smile form on his face as he opened and closed his mouth, as if fighting the words threatening to come from his throat. 

“Ask (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He said with a smirk and then made a mad dash to his hotel. The video ended there, and you were greeted with a blank screen. You caught your own reflection, wide mouthed and shocked. Like a ripple wave effect, your tweets instantly become Kevin Alvarez related as fans questioned your relationship status. To be honest, you weren’t mad at all. He was quite handsome, and you wouldn’t mind it if he was your boyfriend. 

Speaking of the devil, you got a DM notification from him on Instagram. You hesitated for a second but opened it, it read:

Hey, I know you probably saw that TMZ video, I really hope that didn’t upset you. I don’t really know why I said that. If I’m being honest, I have had a crush on you since forever. I understand if you never want to speak to me. I’m really sorry if I messed things up with you. 

Your heart was beating so fast and even if this was all happening online, you were blushing like mad. You stared at his message for what felt like hours, trying to come up with a good response. Should you be playful, play hard to get, be easy? The only thing you knew was that this guy was cute, and you wouldn’t mind spending some time with him. So, you responded: 

Haha, don’t worry about it. I totally get it. You didn’t mess anything up, I would love to hang out some time, but don’t you have a World Cup to worry about? 

You practically screamed and kicked your legs like a teenage girl when you hit the send button. Just as quickly as you sent it, you got another notification. 

Nah, I’m more worried about you. I think about you all the time.

Please I don’t know if these are shitty, I’m just writing like crazy now! 

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Stitches

Pairing: Rindou Haitani x GN!Reader

Genre: Crack

Word count: 700ish

Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, online stalking, intentional injury, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy

It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

“So…” Kokonoi started, sitting on the table next to miserable-looking Rindou, “What’s your problem?”

“I met a cute doctor and I don’t even know their name.” Rindou muttered through his hands tightly gripping his hair, tragedy written all over his face.

Kokonoi raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? Didn’t it say their name on their name tag? Or in their office somewhere?”

“I didn’t look. I was busy drooling.” Rindou quietly admitted, letting his head fall to the table with a bang.

“You’re hopeless.” Kokonoi snickered, pulling out his phone, “Come on, lover boy, which hospital was it? Do you know what kind of doctor they are? Did you at least get a last name?”

“All I know is they’re a rheumatologist.” Rindou muttered against the table, “And I think it was Seibu General Hospital?”

“Mhm,” Was all Kokonoi offered, thumbs typing hard enough to crack his screen, “Okay, I found them.”

Rindou got his head off the table fast enough to give him whiplash.

“Y/n L/n, 26 years old, doctor of rheumatology and orthopaedics, graduated from Tokyo Medical University in 2018 with top grades and high honours, employed in Seibu General Hospital and often volunteering in homeless shelters as a physician. They were engaged in 2016 but broke it off due to unknown reasons. They have a pet cat called Bunny. No Facebook or Twitter, but I found their Instagram and e-mail. Give me 3 more minutes and I can get you their phone number, social security number and mother’s maiden name.”

“Kokonoi, what the fuck”.

Koko merely raised his hands in surrender.

“Some of us have to find people for a living, okay? Do you want that number or not?”

Rindou grimaced.

“What the fuck, no? I don’t wanna seem like a fucking creep, Koko.”

Kokonoi merely shrugged.

“Your loss.”

“What’s up, bitches?” Sanzu entered, dramatically laying down on the table, legs swinging and face inches away from Rindou’s.

“Rin has a crush on a cute doctor, I found out everything about them and he doesn’t want the number because it’s ‘creepy’ apparently.”

Sanzu hummed in thought.

“A doctor, you say?” He looked at Rindou now, his usually manic gaze now focused, “The one who fixed your shoulder and Ran called ‘an angel’?”

“Yes, that’s them.”

Sanzu hummed once more.

Before promptly roundhouse punching Rindou in the face, making him fall off his chair onto the floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK SANZU?!”

“Now you get to see your cute doctor.” Sanzu grinned, hopping off the table to peer at Rindou’s bleeding nose.

As Rindou blinked the tears away, his eyes widened, a lightbulb turning on in his head.

“Sanzu, you are a fucking genius.”

And that is how Rindou’s whole charade started.

“Hello, Mr. Haitani.” The doctor, y/n, smiled at him, making his tongue twist and legs shake, just a little.

“Hi, doc.” He grinned, stupidly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I came here, because of, well, this,” He pointed to his face, “But also to ask if there’s anything that can be done about… My condition?”

The doctor’s hands were warm as they gently moved his head from side to side, examining that the nose isn’t broken.

“Well, there is currently no cure for EDS, as it is genetic, but I can prescribe you some painkillers to help with the joint pain.”

He almost wanted to punch himself.

Of course there is no cure for genetic disorders, and he just made a fool of himself in front of you, and oh my fucking God he is a moron, you’ll hate him and he is just-

“Your nose is not broken, luckily. Would you still like that prescription?”

He blinked, snapping himself out of his stupid little pity party.

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

“Of course.” You smiled, “You are always welcome inside my office to ask questions or to seek help for any issues that may arise, Mr. Haitani.”

“Just Rin is fine,” He smiled, heat rising up his neck.

“Of course, Rin.” His name rolling off your tongue sounded like the most natural thing in the world, and he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he contained himself.

“Let me put a bandaid on that cut for you.”

And he let you.

He walked out of your office with a bright pink Hello Kitty bandaid and a lollipop, grinning ear to ear and he never felt better.

This is the exact event where his streak of injuries, and Ran’s series of sleepless nights began.

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Caelus gets a message from Argenti

Inspired by @majunjuu on Instagram and Twitter (X)! Go check her art out! C.W. - Caelus/DanHeng ship - Argenti/Caelus ship - Fluff and humour - Fluff and angst - March 7th, Dan Heng, Pom-Pom, Himeko, and Welt appears in this chapter

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It was a long day of trailblazing at the Xianzhou Luofu, and Caelus just hopped out of the shower. His skin tingles with the lingering warmth of the water. Droplets glisten on his skin, catching the soft light and casting a glow around the trailblazer.   

Placing his towel around his neck, he joins Dan Heng and March 7th, who are all chilling in her bedroom. Dan Heng is sitting on the bunny-shaped lounge chair, reading a book contendly, a book that is most likely about Luofu. This cosy rest area of March 7th’s room is in stark contrast to Dan Heng’s sparse floor bed next door. The velvet blanket is soft to the touch and feels pretty comfortable. Sitting on it feels just as comfortable; not sure about sleeping on it, though. 

Meanwhile, March 7th is chilling on her bed, hugging her bear-shaped pillow. Half of her bed is neatly made; the other, not. Intuition already tells Caelus that the bed is definitely comfier than Dan Heng’s bed. 

“Hey! Dry off your hair before you even try to hop into my bed Caelus!” March 7th puffs her cheeks in frustration, already pushing Caelus away with her foot. “The last time you didn’t dry your hair, you soaked my favourite pillow!” 

“Okay, okay! Just stop trying to kick me!” Caelus settles into a chair that’s right next to March 7th’s desk, he holds his towel and runs his hands through his damp hair, ruffling the strands as he leans back against the chair. The scent of soap lingers in the air, a refreshing reminder of the simple pleasures of cleanliness and self-care. Better than the smell of stinky trash cans like a messy raccoon. 

Speaking of trash cans…

Caelus whips out his phone from his pocket, and searches for the photos that he took a few weeks ago. All of which consists of trash cans that were in Jarilo-VI. 

Being bored, Caelus types in a contact name, and types in a sentence. 

Trailblazer: Argenti, look at this silver can I found a few weeks ago. What do you think of it?

He sends the message and a picture of the trashcan to Argenti, the Knight of Beauty. 

The sound of a ping immediately rings in the air, which somehow alerts Dan Heng and March 7th, looking at the direction of the sound. 

Argenti: Oh, my dearest star. It makes me so happy to find your message every time. 

Argenti: Hmm… Oh, this one has a lovely metallic sheen. Not to mention the stunning amber of the rust!

“Hey, who are you texting at this hour?” March 7th sits upright from her bed, still hugging her pillow. Her iridescent eyes gleam with curiosity, peering closer to Caelus.

 Meanwhile, Dan Heng remains in his spot, but his gaze is no longer focused on the book. 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” Caelus casually replies, typing back a message. “Just Argenti.”

Trailblazer: I knew you’d understand my aesthetics! 

Trailblazer: Argenti, you should marry me!! 

“Why would you say something like that?!” March 7th’s shriek causes Caelus to almost drop his phone. Dan Heng jumps out of his seat, walking towards March and Caelus. “You… you really are something else, Caelus!” 

“What happened?” Dan Heng asks. 

March immediately turns her head towards Dan Heng. “Caelus just boldly told Argenti to marry him!” 

Silence fills the air in the room of March 7th’s. 

Then, a deep sigh, one that almost sounded like Dan Heng’s soul, was being extracted. Caelus didn’t notice Dan Heng’s eyes were darker than usual, as he’s watching Argenti’s message being typed out. 

Argenti: Wow, truly a bold and beautiful proposal! 

Argenti: While you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen that possesses a unique beauty, however I must humbly put your proposal on hold as I must finish my journey. 

“See?” Caelus lets out a cheeky grin, showing them the text messages. “Don't worry, you know I don't take his compliments seriously anyway. He complimented you guys on the express, as well as a random potted plant! Wait, did he compliment Pom-Pom too?”  

“Well… that’s true.” March 7th said. “His compliments get so out of hand that even I feel so embarrassed and baffled to hear such flowery words. I do feel a bit guilty for feeling that way about it…”

“You shouldn’t.” Dan Heng replies coldly, folding his arms. How very Cold Dragon Young of him. “Yes, I know that you all appreciate his kind words. But he needs to know others’ boundaries, saying such extravagant words sometimes can cause others to feel uncomfortable.” 

“But, why?” Caelus asks. “Isn’t it a good thing to compliment others? It’s a kind act, isn’t it?”

Dan Heng ponders for a minute, before he replies back to Caelus’s question. 

“It’s not the ‘kindness’ itself that’s the issue, it’s the ‘out of nowhere’ part that confuses others. Normally, there’s an expectation that we have to do something good to ‘deserve’ kindness. So when people are kind to us for no perceivable reason, it ruins our mindset because there is a lingering feeling of ‘I didn’t do anything to deserve this’.” 

“Dan Heng…” March looks at him solemnly, Caelus does too. “I didn’t know you feel that way.”

“Yeah,” Caelus looks back at him, and reaches out to hold his palm.

Caelus, oblivious as he is, doesn’t notice the faint blush on Dan Heng’s ears. 

“Look, I know you’ve been through a lot back at the Luofu, and we all know you’re taking your time to recover, but I want you to know that we all think you’re amazing and strong, Dan Heng. You deserve all of the compliments in the world!”

“Yeah! Truly amazing!” March hugs Dan Heng from behind, and Caelus immediately hugs him in front. “You’re the best train guard and archivist ever!” 

“And you’re very, very handsome!” Caelus adds in another compliment. 

“Q– Quit teasing me, you too.” Dan Heng stumbles on his sentence as he feels himself being sandwiched by a bright, pink-haired lady and a crackhead, yet kind-hearted trailblazer. “Caelus, how… Do you feel about Argenti’s compliments?”

“Oh, right, about his compliments…” Caelus releases the hug and puts his phone near his lips, covering his lower face. “But, to be honest, I don't hate them! Actually, I like them. I mean, receiving compliments from someone makes me… uhh… elastic!” 

“...You mean ecstatic.” Dan Heng corrects. 

“Tomato, tomato. Potato, potato.” Caelus brushes it off with a wave in his hand. “And complimenting Argenti makes him happy too! It's a win-win situation, right? Here, have a look! And I dare you to tell me that Argenti is not impressed with my rizz!” 

“Rizz– What?” Dan Heng raises an eyebrow in confusion of the raccoon’s odd dictionary of words. 

Caelus hands his phone to March 7th, and she eagerly receives the phone with her hands, her index finger swiping as she scrolls through the previous messages between Caelus and Argenti. March’s eyes grow wider and wider, and a bright hue of red escapes her cheeks as she continues to scroll through the messages. 

March lets out a squeal as she sees a few notable messages, which earns a disapproving glare from Pom-Pom who is currently mopping the floor of the Parlor Car. Meanwhile, Himeko almost chokes on her warm cup of black coffee, while Welt only turns his head to give them a resigned sigh before he resumes looking back at the cosmos, revealing a glint of reminiscence behind his glasses. 

“By the Aeons, I swear… that young lady is about to get it if she continues.” Pom-Pom shoves the mop onto the wringer mop bucket, water splashing out of it. 

“March, what is it?” Dan Heng inches a bit closer, looking at the messages. 

Argenti: Trailblazer. 

Argenti: You are akin to a flower unfurling in the wintry plains of spring, pristine and pure.

Argenti: As the snow recedes, you shall become an enchanting vision.

Argenti: You radiate with the brilliance of the universe, your noble character is akin to stars adorning the nocturnal expanse.

Argenti: Your presence is singular, unmatched in its essence.

Argenti: Allow me to bask in the splendour of your "Beauty".

March looks at Caelus with disbelief. “These compliments… are too extravagant and out of this world! Not to mention, your compliments are just as flowery as his! No-- way too flowery! How long have you guys been doing this?”

“For a while…? Weeks, I think?” Caelus touches his index fingers together, smiling awkwardly. 

He then covers his face with his hands, muffling his words. “I don’t know what came over me, I think Idrilla’s Spirit of Beauty is possessing me! Oh no, am I actually being possessed by her?! I thought she was dead?! Wait, that technically means she can be a ghost! Dead Aeons can be ghosts, right?!”

Caelus immediately hugs Dan Heng, causing him to lose his footing, and the two of them crash on March’s bed, pillows bouncing and sprawling around. 

“Not again! I don’t wanna get possessed like last time back in Fyxestroll Garden!” 

“I… Don’t think it was because of Idrilla, really.” Dan Heng pats Caelus’s hair, the scent of soap and minty shampoo lingers around them. “I believe you are simply too impressionable, always going along with other people's antics.” 

“I guess that’s true…” Caelus buries his face under Dan Heng’s chest. 

“Plus, you are like sunshine to others…” 

“Hmm?” 

“You have a habit of not thinking before you speak.” Dan Heng adds, steering that last line away from Caelus’s less than stellar social aptitude. “That must be how you got possessed last time.”

“I didn’t hug you just to get attacked, you really are a cold dragon!!” 

“Well, you should’ve called me sooner to your aid!” 

“Look, the point is,” March intercepts the conversation. “Do you actually like Argenti? Or is this just some fancy wordplay competition you guys are doing at the moment?” 

The thought of the red-haired Knight of Beauty and receiving another batch of compliments makes Caelus’s face grow hot. 

“I’m… not sure.” 

Caelus groans in exasperation under Dan Heng’s chest.

“If you do feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable, maybe you should ask him to stop sending you compliments.” Dan Heng advises. 

Caelus looks up at Dan Heng. “What if I don’t want to?”

“.....”

“Ou– Ouch!!!” Caelus yells as Dan Heng squishes his cheeks. “Okay! Okay! I give up!”

“Quit joking around.” Dan Heng finally releases his hands, causing Caelus to gently rub his sore cheeks. “Argenti is a busy knight, after all. It would be unwise to disturb him.” 

“I don’t know Dan Heng… Sure, Argenti is quirky and weird sometimes, but he is kind and understanding to other people!” March intercepts the conversation again. “Plus, he got along with you better than anyone else on the astral express during the whole crazy swarm bug incident! You’re probably the only one to text him after all of that. Whatever happens, I believe you'll never make him uncomfortable!" 

Caelus shakes the thought off before it gets to his head, and grabs his phone back from March, eyeing the messages again. Caelus stands up from the bed, and his face immediately sours like a dehydrated lemon, internally cringing at his compliments to Argenti, the Knight of Beauty.

“How the heck did I type all of this with a straight face?!”

“The real question you should be asking yourself is, ‘How the heck did you rummage through all the trash cans in public with a straight face?’” 

Dan Heng jabs another sentence in Caelus’s heart.

As if saving the poor trailblazer from spiralling out of overthinking and cringe, his phone lets out a chime, showing a notification on the top of his phone screen. With a bold word, what’s written on…

Is Argenti’s name....

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Focus On Me - Tom Cruise [18+]

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Summary : Tom makes you wait all day long while he does his endless meeting. Can you wait till he's done, or will you act up in the end to gain his attention back to you?

Paring: Tom Cruise x Female Reader

A/N : Aaahhh this is my very first writing content, can't believe i have the guts to put it out. I hope y'all like it as much as i do. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or typo cause English is not my first language.

Warnings : smut, curse words, oral sex, minor dni

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You keep pressing that same button on your remote TV. You keep jumping from one platform to another, Netflix, HBO Go, Amazon Prime, and Disney + but no shows or movie that seems appealing to your eyes anymore. You either have watched them or... you're just too tired to watch another movie or another episode of a series. You spend your whole day in front of the TV while your man is busy with his endless meeting in his office room.

Looking over at the clock, 5.42 p.m.

You recall earlier that Tom said he'll be done by 7 and by then you two will head out for a dinner outside. So you push the red button on the remote to turn off the TV. You push yourself to stand on your feet and move from the big cloudy-like couch to your shared bedroom.

You hop for a quick shower just to freshen up then you do your simple makeup routine and you blow dry your hair so it falls straight naturally. Going to your shared walk-in closet, you think to yourself which look will you wear for tonight's little date out?

"Let's go a little casual shall we?" You talk to yourself.

You then decided to go with a simple look. Just a silk champagne-colored tank top with a pair of jeans and Louboutin's stiletto. You also wear some jewelry, the diamond solitaire necklace that Tom got you last valentine's day.

Taking your black coat and your purse you're ready to head out. Looking at the watch around your wrist, it's 6.52 p.m. Seems like there's no sight of Tom leaving his office room yet.

Well, he still has 8 more minutes before you'll barge into his office and drag him out yourself.

Now you sit back on the big cloudy-like grey couch and you keep looking toward that corridor waiting for Tom to come out any moment by now.

You keep checking on your watch, 6.55, 6.58. Minutes feels like forever now.

When the clock turns exactly at 7.00 pm you gasp slightly.

"Ok maybe wait till 7.01" you said to yourself.

Let's give him another minute. Maybe he finishes exactly on 7.

You try to be patient by shifting your mind to your phone screen. You scroll down your social media, instagram and twitter, looking at the edits and tweets from your fans, they always manage to bring a smile to your face and make you feel better.

Looking at the corner left of your phone. Your eyes widen when the time tells it's 7.15 already.

"What?! Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Tom," you sigh.

You throw your phone down and steps toward his office room.

Knocking on the door but you don't bother to wait for his answer, you just push it open. Tom still sits on his chair eyes focused on the iMac screen in front of him. The familiar voice of Christopher McQuarrie fills the room.

Geez, he's still in a damn meeting huh.

You're standing still by the door, leaning on the door frame, and have not to step inside his room. His eyes shifted from the screen to your figure. Tom quickly put his hand on the mouse and click on something which I'm guessing he was turning off the microphone or the camera.

"Gosh, really, Tom?" You cut him and pouted.

Tom silently curse to himself. He lost track of time and accidentally forgot that he promised you earlier to take you out for dinner.

"Honey... I'm so sorry, 10 more minutes," he said with a guilty look on his face.

"I'm starving!"

Nope. You're not really hungry yet, you just want him to get out of this room you hate so much and just be with you for the entire night.

"We're nearly done, I promise you, 10 more minutes, and you look beautiful sweetheart," Tom smiles.

You roll your eyes, "Fine," you sigh and walk inside of his office room.

"10 more minutes or I'll drag you out of this room myself" You sit on the sofa in front of him. Tom grins at you, he always finds amusement when you're annoyed, he told you that you look adorable when you're upset.

You sit there silently, crossing your legs and hand holding your face. Your eyes are glued on your husband while his went back to the screen already.

McQ already asking back for his opinion over some input for a stunt. Tom then shares his opinion and his ideas for another daring-impossible stunt that he will do for the next movie. Yeah, yeah, when Tom and McQ are put together, everything comes sensational. The creativity and dedication these boys give in to make a movie and to entertain the audience are out of this world. And that, you always adore that about your husband. Although sometimes it annoys you when he got very busy and has little time to spend with you.

Your eyes then went down. Tom's wearing that blue jeans button down, which he kept the first few buttons undone revealing his beautiful tanned skin. His hair is slightly longer than usual, cause he'll be filming as Ethan Hunt. And my oh my, you like it longer like that. The way he's so focused on the meeting and how he explains the ideas from his head is appearing to be sexier than how you should've found it.

Maybe it's because you're missing him. Maybe it's because you're needy now of him.

Or maybe it's just the way he is. Everything about this man always makes you crazy for him.

Tom glances at you shortly and a slight smile appears on his face when he founds your eyes didn't even shift a centimeter away from his figure.

You look over at your watch. It's 7.26 and yet he's still rambling to describe how he wants the stunt to be exactly like how he pictures it in his head.

You stood up in front of his table and just point at your watch around your wrist. Tom doesn't even bother to look at you back and just lifts his hand in the air telling you to wait again.

You click your tongue and tilt your head to the side. He's really testing your patient here huh.

He ignores you again and just gives you that same hand gesture telling you to wait again.

But you had enough.

Looking around his table, suddenly a brilliant idea popped on your head. You take one rubber band from the little bowl he has on top of his desk and you tie your hair up in a ponytail.

Tom took a glance at you which you only repay with a playful bratty smirk. Someone then ask again for his input and his eyes went back to the screen.

You drop to your knees and crawl carefully under his desk.

"Yes, I'll have it confirmed to the studio soon. Uh---"

Once he found you under the table and in between his legs, Tom's eyes widen at you in shock.

"What are you doing?!" He mouths at you silently. But you didn't answer him and only grins at him.

You run your hands on his thighs. Even though they're covered with his jeans but you can feel his bulky muscular thighs underneath. Tom shifted in his seat but he try to remain calm in front of the camera. Your hand starts to slip underneath the button-down to find the button and the zipper of his jeans. Tom tries to stop you but you push away his hands from you and you stare back at him sharply then you continue to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

"Uh... Don't we have a meeting, Chris, with uh... paramount next Thursday?" He continues. You could hear a clicking sound from his mouse.

"What are you doing?!" He quickly asks as he holds both sides of your arms.

"You made me wait! You can't keep your focus on me so i have no choice but to fish for your attention, baby- McQ's asking for you. Answer him." You told him.

His eyes went back up to the screen and he unmute the mic again to answer McQ.

"Uh.. yes, sorry what was that McQ?"

"Are....you okay?" McQ concerningly asks.

You nearly chuckle there but you hold it in. You continue to unzip his jeans and take out his shaft through the fly hole. Tom hisses when you have your fingers around his cock.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I thought I see mice down here." He cleverly lies. "What was that Chrissss" he hiss again and slightly jolted when you put his member inside your mouth. His eyes widen and his hands are firm on a fist.

"Um... i was saying, we'll have it confirmed to paramount at that meeting, right?"

"Mhmm" Tom mumbles and try his best to not groan in front of the camera while you are down on your knees in between his legs and have his hardening member inside of your mouth.

You pull out his cock from your mouth and you pump his cock while you lick and sucks his balls. Tom takes a deep sharp breath and grips your arm firmly. His blood starts to surfacing, making him look flushed.

Tom quickly turns off the camera.

"Shitt!" He exclaimed. "S-sorry guys i think something is wrong with my camera," he lies.

Tom pushes his chair back till it hits the wall behind him and he also pulls you with him. He's giving you more room for you to work on, so you don't stay in the small room under his desk.

You put your index finger in front of your lips telling him to stay silent before you take his cock again and put it inside of your mouth. Tom bucks his head back at the contact of his cock inside your warm mouth. He pulls back his head again to meet your eyes.

"Are we done, McQ?" He asks.

Huh, now you're asking to have it done.

You just keep on doing your job there in between his legs. Sucking on his member, bucking your head up and down, and stroking the remaining length of him that you couldn't take to your mouth. Tom runs his finger through your hair. Holding the back of your head while you keep bobbing your head at his length, taking him as far back to the back of your throat.

"One more Tom, about Norway--"

Tom quickly mouths "Fuck" as he rolls his head.

He wants to have the meeting ended instantly. He wants to be able to groan and moans loudly now. More than that, he wants to have you. He wants to rail you now on top of his desk.

"I have asks Michelle to have it booked for mid-March, is it okay?" McQ continues to asks.

".....M-Mid march?" Tom thinks. "Isn't Oscar's in mid March?"

"Um... yeah, March 12th i think-- wait you're going to the oscar?" McQ asks back.

Hid member starts to pulsating inside of your mouth. You could feel that he's close. Tom put his fist to his mouth, trying his best to hold back not to come right now.

"Tom?" McQ calls again.

"Yesss! Yes, still here." Tom answers

"Are you sure you're okay? You sounds like you're out of breath..." McQ asks confused to himself.

"I'm okay, I'm.... really. Okay." Tom sigh and his grips on your hair tightens.

"About oscar... We'll-- Mmm... we'll see! We'll see later about it." He tries to answer the question as normal sounds as possible.

His jaws fall agape and his eyebrows pinched together. Tom buck his head back again and close his eyes shut. He's so close.

"Okay, then i guess that's all for this meeting. Any thing more you want to add, Tom?" McQ asks before closing it.

"N-no!! Thank you guys!" Tom's practically trembling.

"Thank you, I'll end the zoom, see ya" McQ said before the iconic system sound when a zoom meeting ended played out.

Tom quickly opens his eyes again, looking at the iMac screen to confirm it himself that the meeting is ended.

"Ohh-- you little slut!" He finally could verbally react to your sinful actions.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.... keep sucking me like that, you fucking minx!"

Tom's hand on your head, helping you to guide your movement down at his length. He also starts to buck his hips upwards, fucking your mouth.

"Oohh, honey, I'm coming!" He breathlessly said.

A few more swipes of your fury tongue on his sensitive head and he burst his seeds to the back of your throat. His muscles flex. And he grips onto you hard, hard enough to maybe let a bruise afterward. But you love every time he left a love mark on you.

You slowly pull your head back and his cock falls out from your mouth. You swallow his seeds and clean the remaining mess of his around your lips and on your fingers. You suck one by one of your fingers which are glazed by his precum mixing with your spit.

Still with a panting breath, Tom chuckles at you.

"You..." he shook his head.

"Now I got your focus on me," you said with such a sultry tone.

"Oh darling, you know you always do have 'em"

You clicked your tongue and roll your eyes but then you both laugh at it. Tom pulls you for a kiss then. It was a long warm and deep kind of kiss. One that always makes you certain that you are the number one priority in his life. And that he loves you, more than anything in this world.

Tom then breaks away from the kiss and rubs your cheek softly. He stares at you deeply with such adoration in his eyes.

"Wow darling," he whispers.

"You sure gonna wish you'll never have meetings at home from now on," he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

You're sure you start a new challenge for him. But at least, now he knows not to make you wait again.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/22/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Guz Khan; Samba Schutte; Nathan Foad; Rachel House; Happy Belated Non-Binary Parents Day!; Lesbian Visibility Week!; New Event's Calendar; Watch Parties; Fibre Arts Division; Uproar; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Slay; OFMD Colouring Pages; Our Flag Means Fanfiction Podcast; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Guz Khan =

Guz Khan's landed in L.A.! If you're in the Los Angelos Area, you can still get tickets to see him at The Regent for April 24!

= Samba Schutte =

Samba sending out some love for Earth Day!

= Nathan Foad =

More dashing photos of Nathan Foad in Love's Labours Lost

Img Src: @saritagabony's IG

= Rachel House =

More BTS Pics of Rachel and the kids from The Mountain! Can't wait to see this come to the US! @temaungafilm Instagram Page

== Non Binary Parents Day! ==

Happy belated Non-Binary Parents Day! Sorry luvs I missed this yesterday! You are wonderful, you are valid, you are such a beautiful part of this world. Thank you for all you do for all the kiddos out there, yours or otherwise. Whether you go by Zaza, Per, Muddy, Bibi, or any other of the number of non-binary parent names out there, we love you my dears. <3

Img SRC: Art by Veya

== Lesbian Visibility Week! ==

Today is the first day of Lesbian Visibility Week! We see you lovelies! Each and every one if you is valid, and are a shining star that fill up the skies. Where would we be without stars? We love you dearies!

Img Src: Trans World Of Queer Shitposting Facebook Page

== New Events Calendar ==

The Save OFMD Crew's Even Schedule is Up! Monday and Tuesday are focused on the Fiber Arts Brigade! They're looking for artists to join/donate and or share your work!

Check out Saveofmdcrewmates Tumblr Post for more deets!

== Watch Parties ==

Short Poppies is on the docket this week, and so are a few filler episodes of other smaller roles our favorite Captain has been in!

When: Tuesday April 23, 2024, at 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 10:30 pm GMT

What: We'll be watching A Series of Unfortunate Events Episode 7, and Short Poppies Episode 2!

Looking for where to watch?

Short Poppies - Amazon Prime

A Series of Unfortunate Events - Netflix

Don't have access? Hit me up here at @gentlebeardsbarngrill over dm, or @/AspirantAbby42 on twitter for more info.

= Palm Royal Season 1 =

Episodes 5 & 6 this Thursday April 25: 1 pm PT, 4 pm ET, 9 pm BST

via @lcwebsxoxo on Twitter!

#PalmRoyale

#OurFlagMeansDeath

#SaveOFMD

== Fibre Arts Brigade ==

On June 14th the Save OFMD Fibre Arts Brigade will be holding an online auction to benefit SAGE (an Advocacy & Services Non Profit for LGBTQ+ Seniors)! If you'd like to donate OFMD themed textiles to the auction, hop on over to their Donation Page Src: Saveofmdcrewmates Tumblr Post

== Uproar ==

Uproar is finally coming out on digital & on demand tomorrow 04/23/2024!

Img Src: @/blue_fox_entertainment's Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Our fabulous crewmate @melvisik has done it again, one more addition to the cast cards! Brett O' Gorman plays the captain "to whom Stede gifted the red suit (which was definitely NOT cursed...)"!

= Our Flag Means Slay =

Only 5 days left to get tickets for the Our Drag Means Slay Livestream! All proceeds go to charity!

Get your tickets here!

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

More fun colouring pages by @patchworkpiratebear! Thank you so much for designing all these lovely, I've printed several off and my son and I are working on them throughout the week!

== Our Flag Means Fanfiction Podcast ==

The Lore of the Ring Episode is finally here! Special context from Alex Sherman! You can listen on Spotify or Apple Music, link below!

Img Src: Our Flag Means Fanfiction's IG

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I hope your Monday wasn't too crazy! I'm gonna keep it short tonight because I am nodding off.

I know sometimes we do things when we're not feeling very well that we regret. I know sometimes we get so far progress wise, but then we revert a little bit because the day was just too much. Sometimes we even say or do things that hurt others, even if we don't mean to, but it happens.

Just remember lovelies that that doesn't make you a bad person.

We all make mistakes. We are all human, and none of us are infallible.

You are going through so much. You are dealing with the stressors of the day, of the week, of the year, of the country, of the global climate, hell you're dealing with the stressors of keeping you and your loved ones fed, and clothed and sheltered, or maybe you're dealing with a physical ailment.

Whatever it is, you're dealing with A LOT. We all have bad days.

Making mistakes is how we grow. Give yourself some grace lovelies, you deserve grace too.

Anyway, that's enough out of me, goodnight crew, I hope your dreams are sweet, and your rest is full.

Other People's Love Notes: @realyogibryan IG / @/michellcclark

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Idk what tonight's theme is. We watched the Guy Mann episode of X-Files and I just really wanted to add him to tonight's recap. Gifs Courtesy of @fandomsmeantheworldtome and @romantoy

[a-little-unsteddie]

not to like, hop on the fuck tumblr train that’s been going around but choo choo motherfuckers i have an idea for a social media platform that will be completely feral. if you know coding (bc i do not) and you want to actually genuinely help with this let me know!! because i think i have something fun here.

at the beginning of the most recent wave of stupid updates that tumblr has so wonderfully (/s) supplied us, and when twitter became x, i realized that there’s kind of a gap in the market of a genuinely good social media platform and i was split between two options in my head.

Orbital, a “serious” social media platform that would have a lot of themes around space and take itself seriously as a genuine competitor for the virtual black hole that x and instagram and facebook has left over the last few years.

or Foolery, a less serious social media platform that would not take itself seriously and lean into the fuckery that is tumblr and twitter and somehow combine them, with themes around the circus and other performative careers.

can you guess which one i want to do?

(Foolery, it’s Foolery. i am obsessed with this stupid idea.)

so, i have put some thought into this. like, not a lot, but more than none! here is a few of the basics that i have thought about:

The sign-in/sign-up page would have a randomized slogan from a list of however many we come up with. ‘Welcome to the show’, ‘a place for tricks and treats’, ‘a place filled with shenanigans’ etc

Home Icon - a big top circus tent, where you would end up doom scrolling content. this would have two different modes, similar to tumblr, it would default to chronological, but you could also chose to participate in an algorithm.

Profile Icon - a clown nose, on desktop every time you click on it, it honks like a clown nose does. view your account here.

Creating a post would be called ‘Create an Act’ with different forms available—text, picture, video, poll, etc. the icon for this would be a quill.

Followers would be labeled as the Audience, which would be toggle-able, by default this is set to private, which means that only the owner of the account would be able to see the number, but can be turned public. There would also be an option to just list your Troupe, which would be your mutuals.

There are three admin accounts—Tom, Foolery, and Tomfoolery. Foolery is the publicity, Tom is the cryptid user that appears randomly to comment on peoples post, and Tomfoolery is updates, polling, feedback, etc.

Tickets are notifications as a whole—how many interactions with the post there are, whether that’s likes (peanuts), reposts (unnamed, maybe just reposts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), comments, etc.

Peanuts are likes. It means you enjoyed the Act (post). maybe feeds the algorithm.?

Golden Tickets are similar to blaze—you can use a Golden Ticket to boost an Act, whether it’s your own or another person’s, so it shows up as a recommended Act for more people in the same fandom/side of Foolery.

now onto the even less thought out ideas, but things that have been on my mind:

I want there to be a tagging system similar to tumblr, but a filtering system similar to ao3? idk if that makes sense, but my basic thoughts are: +tags are used to add to a certain tag and can be searched using that tag. -tags are used to exclude that tag, and can be used to avoid the tag itself. (ex. a post tagged with ‘+steddie’ would be able to be searched using the tag, but a post tagged ‘-steddie’ would specifically be excluded from that tag, but still used as a kind of ‘content warning’ type thing, like ‘-tw blood’ or something similar)

Tragedy/Comedy masks? idk what for, but i think they’d be fun.

Jester Hat - used to signify ‘official’ accounts? i doubt companies or celebrities would use Foolery because obviously but like. just in case, we can publicly shame them for using the literal clown app.

porn. nudity. whatever. nsfw SAFE babes. all your porn is welcome.

anti-ai sorry not really lol

and that’s all the thinking i’ve done about it. but like. i think it would be fun to create, i just don’t have the knowledge nor the resources to actually create a website or app. and if you couldn’t tell, it’s definitely slightly inspired by tumblr minus all of the bs that it’s doing lmao.

so. dm me ig? if you wanna do anything with this? i warn you now: idk what i am doing. i don’t have a discord set up or anything. and! nothing will probably come out of this. however!! it might be a fun project to fuck around with. my roommate is trying to learn coding and one of my closest online friends is in college for it, but i know nothing about it whatsoever and i think that we three people cannot do this alone.