#guy fooling around and singing this to them :((( oh my heart

[pandoraroid]

GUY AND HONEY GUY AND HONEY

GUY AND HONEY GUY AND HONEY

[lustfulslxt]

Baby - Chris Sturniolo

summary : you and chris go live on instagram, cooking dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to music together while fans gush over how cute you are.

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You were in the kitchen, pulling out all of the ingredients you needed to make dinner. Your playlist on shuffle, softly playing in the atmosphere. You had a clean house, a free weekend, you were making your favorite dinner, and spending the night with your boyfriend. You were content.

"Gorgeous?" Chris speaks in a sing song voice, trailing behind you.

You hum in acknowledgement, still laying everything out.

"Can I help you?" He asks, linking his arms around your waist, planting his head on your shoulder.

"Of course, so long as you don't mess anything up."

He places a soft kiss on your neck, pulling away from you with his hands in surrender, "I promise. I'll do whatever you need me to."

You give him a smile and nod in agreement, softly pecking his lips.

On the counter, laid a pot, a skillet, a plastic spoon, noodles, oil, seasonings, jars of sauce, chicken, and heavy whipping cream.

"Fill this pot up with water." You instruct him, "Once you're done with that, place it on the big burner, on high."

He gives you a salute, "Yes, ma'am."

You knew he had the gist of it, but you wanted to be extra and explain every little thing to him. He followed your instructions, very simply. Once the pot of water was on the stove, he turned to you, expectantly.

“We’ve got to wait for it to come close to a boil before we start the chicken, that way they’re done at the same time.” You tell him.

He nods, before going to your phone and turning the music up. “Want to go live?”

After pondering for a split second, you agree and he logs onto Instagram and starts the live. Soon enough, there were thousands of fans watching.

“Hi guys!” You exclaim, standing next to Chris.

He greeted them as well, tossing an arm around your waist. The fans went crazy over it, causing you to lightly blush. Your music had stopped for a second, changing to the next song, which was Baby - Justin Bieber.

“Aw shit!” Chris grins, propping his phone up and pulling you back into the middle of the kitchen “Oh woah, oh woah, oh woah.” He sings, twirling you around.

Your laughter fills the air as the two of you sing and dance, oblivious to the fans screen recording and blowing the comments up, gushing over your relationship.

“She make my heart pound, and skip a beat when I see her on the street. And at school on the playground, but I really wanna see her on the weekend. She knows she got me dazing, cause she was so amazing.”

Even though it was just a song, with the way he was staring into your eyes and singing every lyric to you, while shamelessly dancing around the kitchen, in front of thousands of people, you nearly melted. The smallest things had you falling harder every day.

He pulled you into a soft kiss, not having a care in the world about the live. He loved you and he was never afraid to express it. Once he let you go and continued dancing like a fool, you went back to get the chicken started, a deep blush coating your cheeks.

You cut the chicken up, seasoned it, and put it in the skillet with oil. Next, you started the noodles. As that was going to take some time, you went back to join Chris and his shenanigans.

“I must apologize for acting stank and treating you this way.” You sing with him, “Cause I’ve been acting like sour milk all on the floor, it’s your fault, you didn’t shut the refrigerator. Maybe that’s the reason I’ve been acting so cold.”

You both laugh again, enjoying everything about the night you’re having. Chris pulls you in the direction of his phone, so you guys could read some comments and interact with the viewers for a moment.

“You guys are the cutest.” Chris reads out loud, turning his head towards you with a proud smile on his face.

“True love.” You read another comment, nodding in agreement as you looked back at him, staring in pure adoration.

“The love of my life.” He whispers, only you being able to hear him.

That didn’t stop fans from dissecting what he said through the movement of his lips, and they went absolutely barnacles. The way Chris admired everything about you and was relentless with his affection, made them crazy. They truly loved your guys’ relationship.

He pulled you into him once again, just holding you in his embrace. His scent pleasantly engulfed you as you deeply inhaled, taking in every second of it all. He was warm and you felt safe and content, you felt home.

“Y’all, I’m gonna marry this girl one day.” Chris tells the live, causing your face to heat up as the biggest smile pulled to your lips.

“Stop, you’re making me blush.” You giggled in a whisper.

“Sorry, gorgeous, I can’t help it. You drive me mad, in the best way possible.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. You guys were perfectly in sync, merging together as one.

“I’m so in love with you.” You breathed into him lips.

“Let’s end the live.” He whispers, suggestively.

You let out a loud laugh, going to the phone, “Okay guys, we’re gonna call it a night. Gotta finish dinner. See you later!”

Chris threw up a peace sign with duck lips, bidding the fans goodbye.

You turned to him with a cheeky grin, “Maybe after dinner, you can show me how mad I drive you.”

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” He smirks.

You both laugh, going back to the cooking, happy to be with one another.

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a /n : ok this was so shit, lowk feel like i rushed the ending.. still not proofread lolol. but like imagine chris dancing w you while y’all cook dinner and shit 😭 baby me now. send in requests pls pls

[sweepingboy]

"General Ming Guang is doing palm reading!"

Gods surround the ruler of North giggling and shoving each other like a bunch of teens. They're hooting and hollering as they listen to old Pei's fortune telling, teasing each other. Sex, love... It seems that some topics will always bug people no matter how many centuries they lived.

Mu Qing rolls his eyes at them but keeps watching from his seat across the table as Pei Ming masterfully flirts with young goddesses clearly abusing his palm reading excuse as he brushes his lips against their delicate hands. They blush and squeak and look at the deity oh so hopefully.

Mu Qing came in terms with his fate long time ago - always in a rush he had no time to fool around. He took his vows, sharpening himself like a sword. A blade that had passed the fire of the forge and the icy waters, the singing steel praising the scarlet drops on the grim metal. Protecting attacking - he has a duty, he chose it himself 800 years ago.

He feels a tug in the ribcage as Pei Ming grabs Xie Lian's hand.

" Ho-ho!, Your Highness! I see a long and happy marriage" Ming Guang winks "death won't be enough to set you apart!" The prince blushes and laughs awkwardly placing a hand over his chest where, Mu Qing knows, the diamond ring is hidden. He clenches fists under the table the bandages digging uncomfortably into his skin.

Quietly he gets up and leaves.

Gentle wind plays with his hair as he stands in the shadows of the garden feeling like a shadow himself; frozen in his power he watches the life passing leaving him behind.

"General Xuan Zhen," familiar voice calls "may I have your hand?"

Mu Qing sighs in annoyance as steady footsteps approach him "I'm not interested, Ming Guang."

"Xuan Zhen," the other general teases " is this how you treat your elders?"

Mu Qing scoffs at him, while Pei Ming smiles charmingly. Exasperated, he lifts his hand and starts taking off the bandages slowly, arranging them into a neat roll as he does so. Inch by inch he reveals areas of burned skin - some pale pink, healing already, some still aggressively red. At least they aren't wet with ichor he thinks. He hated feeling moist cloth against his skin.

General Ming Guang takes his hand carefully.

He traces the lines gently - Mu Qing thought they wouldn't be visible at all remembering how tight was his grip on the red-hot hilt of Zhanmadao but they are even more defined like that, long curves against the puffed flesh.

"Your heart is covered in thorns."

"How original."

"Shush! You're listening to me now, young man!" "It's hard for a living creature to get through the thorn bushes."

Mu Qing rolls his eyes "It's not how you read a palm."

"Many people see it as cruel and dead" the god continues patiently "but I can see that this heart has bled enough. General you have lived many troubled years without warmth - but you know what cold is because you have something to compare it to" the younger god listens to him, as calloused bog fingers dance over the creases of his skin "This stubborn heart will do anything for those it cares about. It will endure pain, reproach, misunderstandings. I like that little guy."

"My dear Xuan Zhen," Pei Ming's thumb is gently massaging the center of the palm "you carry the most beautiful rose in your chest. A lover worthy of you should be willing to prick himself dozens of times to see it's bud. And you must be ready to let it bloom when the time comes."

"If the time comes." Mu Qing whispers.

Pei Ming calmly looks him on the eyes "When. The Heavens are full of brave men."

"Thank you general" he says quietly " I will treasure your very accurate detailed prediction."

"Sure. Want me to do your horoscope too?"

"Please spare me that honour."

Pei Ming laughs and hugs him with one hand and Mu Qing can feel a small smile forming on his lips.

[pizzaqueen]

Another ficlet of Steve and Eddie dancing

Established relationship / around 700 words / rated T (for being vaguely suggestive?) / teensiest allusion to homophobia

Eddie loves making out with Steve. He loves everything—anything—they do, but sometimes, all he wants is to make out with Steve on his couch, in his bed, in the backseat of Steve’s car. It’s consuming. Everything else falls away when he’s with Steve.

That’s why he doesn’t realize he forgot to change the radio to a decent station until they’ve been making out for… Fuck, Eddie doesn’t know how long. He just knows that Steve is hot above him and Eddie’s working on a hickey at the juncture of Steve’s neck and shoulder that Steve will complain about later but isn’t stopping Eddie from giving him now.

But Steve breaks away for a moment, shifting between Eddie’s legs, and, above the sounds of their breathing, comes the sound of music Eddie would never willingly listen to. He tries to ignore it because Steve’s tongue is in his mouth and his hand is up Eddie’s shirt, but now that he’s noticed the music it’s so distracting. Ugh.

He pushes a confused, dazed, Steve away and shuffles over to the radio.

“What—” Steve starts, then huffs when Eddie reaches for the radio dial. “Wait, don’t change it.” There’s warmth at Eddie’s back and Steve’s hands on his hips. “I like this song.”

And, no, this is all wrong. Steve isn’t meant to get up. He’s meant to stay on the couch, waiting for Eddie to pick a better station, so they can continue their make-out session with the right soundtrack. But now he’s swaying behind Eddie, chin hooked over Eddie’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks.

“We,” Steve says, turning Eddie around, “are dancing.”

“Are we?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, arranging Eddie so he’s got one arm draped over Steve’s shoulder, holding Eddie’s other hand in his own, fingers interlaced.

“I thought we were fooling around.”

“We can do that later,” Steve says, but he pulls Eddie close with the arm around his waist, so their bodies are flush. And maybe they’re a little less horizontal than Eddie would like, but he can deal with this.

“Kind of an old-fashioned song for your taste, isn’t it?”

“Old stuff is cool now,” Steve says. “Anyway, it was in Dirty Dancing.”

“Oh, so you think you’re Patrick Swayze, or something, huh?”

“Sure.” Steve rolls his hips, thigh slotted between Eddie’s, and winks.

Heat rushes Eddie, and he almost wishes they were back on the couch, but this is a different kind of fun. Still, he clears his throat and says, “Okay, just don’t tell anyone.” He bites Steve’s jaw. “I’ve got a certain reputation to protect, you know.”

“Oh, yeah, I was planning on telling the whole town I was slow dancing with another guy.”

It stings, but Eddie knows it hurts Steve too despite the joke. So, he cups the back of Steve’s neck, bringing their foreheads together for a moment. He sinks his fingers into Steve’s hair and tugs a little.

Steve hums and kisses him, then pulls back so he can sing: “For every kiss you give me—” He taps his cheek expectantly.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he plants a wet kiss on the spot he touched.

Then Steve sings, “I’ll give you three,” and kisses Eddie three times, once on each cheek, and then on his mouth.

It’s corny and so Steve that Eddie aches, heart too big for his chest. Fuck, he loves this dorky, sexy, romantic idiot. “You’re such a dork.”

“So are you.”

Eddie doesn’t even pretend to be offended. “I love you.”

“I know.” Steve grins, pulling Eddie impossibly tighter against him, and whispers, “I love you too,” into Eddie’s ear.

A shiver runs down Eddie’s spine and his heart beats hard.

Dancing in his trailer to ‘Be My Baby’ with Steve has got to be one of the most ridiculously romantic things Eddie’s ever done. Not that there’s been a whole lot of romance in his life, at least not before Steve. But this is… This is nice. Really nice. He can’t deny that.

So, he lets Steve spin them around, sways along with him, even pulls a couple moves of his own that make Steve smile wide. And when the song fades out, he doesn’t change the station.

[elsaellaelys]

Mami

summary: JJ is in love with his brazilian girlfriend.

pairing: JJ Maybank x brazilian🇧🇷fem!reader

620 words

a/n: Clearly nothing of self projection in this, as you might notice. I just wanted to read something like that and who's better to write it than a latin? Let me know if you want a spanish reader fic too. <3

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This is something JJ never thought that could happen to him, dating a beautiful latin girl, and being hopeless in love with her, now he considers himself the luckiest guy in the island.

JJ parked his motorcycle outside her house, a small house, but she made it feel like the total definition of home, with the roses and little wildflowers she spread along the tiny garden, the unmatched chairs around the thrifted table in the porch. He could hear the music loud even before coming in, it was Raça Negra sounding off in the speaker, he was able to tell after all the experience with Y/N's music, pagode right after she woke, Slipmami when she wanted to set a mood in bed and ride him all by herself, he is such a fool for her like that. Opening the front door lightly JJ perked through it, her silhouette was in the front of the stove, hips swaing to the sound of Cheia de Mania, it felt like his heart went up to his head, just like it always do everytime he sees her, hair clipped up, short skirt hanging loose, bikini straps showing at the waist line, top tied just in a simple bow and he remembered what he was there for, they were going to the beach, excitement flowing through his body for thinking about spending a whole day with his mulatta queen laying in the sun light, skin so tan looking oiled cause of the sunscreen.

"Hi mami." He knocked in the door after closing it, Y/N turned around, a bowl of pancake dough in her hands, a smile beginning to light her face.

"Hi! I'm making breakfast , its gonna be quick. I slept to much, but I just need to eat and we can go." she gabbled while walking around the kitchen, flipping a pancake, filling a cup with coffee, grabing a plate she stopped. "Do you wanna eat with me? I'm talking way to much, aren't I?"

He smiled rouding her waist with his arms, head resting against her shoulder, peppering kisses in her neck. "It's not like I don't like it, mami. I want a salt pancake, that ones you do with cheese and ham"

"What about coffee, American Boy?"

"A beer would be perfect." he grinned at her, she pushed him away with a disgusted expression.

"Eca! We do have to take some to the beach, but in the breakfast?!" she complained while flipping the pancake, she is the best when it becomes to drinks, caipirinhas, quentão, brazilian limonades, nobody could stay sober in a party if Y/N made the drinks "Whatever, they're in the... the... the thing you use to make things cold."

JJ laughed lightly, he understand how sometimes the words slip from her mind, how her vowels are too portuguese at some words, how her english goes to hell when he goes down on her and, fuck, how he loves that. "The fridge, you mean?" "Yes!" she smiled, setting the plates down.

Hot salt pancakes laying beautifully in front of them. Tá Vendo Aquela Lua starting on the speaker.

"Oh, Jay, you have to dance this one with me!" she begged, reaching his hands to bring him to the middle of the american style kitchen.

"But look at those pancakes." JJ whined.

"But. Look at my ass, wouldn't you like to hold it while I shake it?" he grunted, following her, holding her hips a little too low, her hands float to his shoulders as she swayd to the music rhythm, laughing when he longed the twirl just to take a look at her, singing to him, she didn't mind to translate it. She knew he understood. How they were meant to be, how she would do anything for him, how she wanted to stop right in that moment because anything, anybody and anywhere would feel better than that.

The coffee and the pancakes were getting cold, but their love was just warmer and warmer inside their hearts.

[watchmegetobsessed]

❄️HOT AND COLD❄️

A/N: week 2 of fanficmas yeah!! this was the first fic i wrote, some good ol' college!harry to get you all cozy hehe

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

SUMMARY: You decided to spend two more days at the dorm before heading home to have some peace and work on your assignments. However you didn't expect them to turn the heating off once everyone left. No worries, the hot guy living next door is ready to keep you warm.

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You thought staying two extra days in the dorm before going home for the holidays would be a great idea. Have some quiet and peace for yourself, finish some assignments so you don’t stress about them during Christmas. Theoretically, it was a fantastic idea.

In reality? The worst one you’ve ever had.

You didn’t think they would turn down the heating the moment the dorm empties out. Well, it’s a logical thing to do, but it never occurred to you and you only realized it when the temperature started dropping significantly after the last wave of students left in the morning. You went out to run errands and you could feel the change when you arrived back. The hallways were chillier and your room started to feel like a cave. At first you just sucked it up, put on a hoodie, wrapped yourself in a blanket and got down to business. Your uncle always said you can decide whether you’re cold or not, so you kept thinking about hot things to keep your mind off of how freezing it was starting to get.

Hot tea.

Hot chocolate.

A tub of hot water.

Freshly baked, hot cookies.

The hot guy next door.

Wait, what? How did you end up thinking about Harry?

As you sit on your bed with your textbooks surrounding you, an all too familiar voice makes your ears perk up. You’d recognize it anywhere and it never fails to make your heart pitter-patter, but now you’re surprised to hear it since you thought you were the last one left in the building.

Well, you were wrong.

You hear Harry Styles striding down the hallway, singing Jingle Bells without a care. You get out of bed before you could think and throw your door open, catching him by surprise judging from the little jump he does as he turns around.

“Y/N? You’re still here?”

“I was just about to ask the same question from you,” you chuckle, stepping out into the hallway, but your smile soon turns into shock when you see him sporting shorts and just a shirt. “How have you not turned into ice wearing that?”

Chuckling he looks down at himself.

“I have a heater of my own. I could turn my room into a sauna,” he jokes and you can’t help a stupid laugh that slips out of your mouth.

You always lose your cool around him, he’s been your ultimate college crush since you moved in at the beginning of the semester and you usually end up making a fool of yourself in front of him. Whether it’s talking gibberish or dripping eggs when he walks into the kitchen, he has seen you at your worst in these two months you’ve been living next to each other.

“You’re not going home for winter break?” he asks, striking up a conversation and you pray you don’t embarrass yourself this time.

“Oh, I am, but only late tomorrow. Wanted some alone time before going home to the family, study and stuff, you know…”

“Clever,” he nods with a smile.

“What about you?”

“I’m leaving tomorrow too, I was supposed to go home today, but my flight got cancelled.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs. “You’re sitting in your cold room all by yourself?”

“Well, not everyone has their own fireplace,” you snort out a laugh, but it sounded funnier in your head for sure.

“Come over to mine,” he offers and you have to fight yourself not to let your mouth hang open.

You’ve hung out before, ran into each other at parties and while your crush is deeply rooted at this point, you two aren’t exactly the closest friends, you haven’t been in his room before, haven’t even hugged him so entering into his private space is the most intimate you’d ever get with him.

“Um, I don’t want to bother—“

“Y/N, you’re not bothering, I’m just playing video games.”

“B-But still…”

“You’d rather freeze to death in your room than to be around me? I have to say I’m a little hurt.” With a hand over his heart he gives you a disappointed look, though you can tell he’s just teasing you.

“You really don’t mind?”

“I wouldn’t have invited you over if I did. Come on, bring all your stuff.”

And so you end up moving over to Harry’s room that feels like paradise. The temperature is perfect, you can get rid of your hoodie as you settle on top of his bed while he sits by his desk with his PC, some kind of action game paused on the screen.

His room is oddly tidy for a college boy. The bed was made even before you appeared, there are no dirty clothes on the floor, only in the hamper in the corner, his bookshelf is crowded, but it seems to have a system in it that probably only he knows.

“Is it warm enough?” he asks, settling at his computer.

“Yeah, thanks,” you nod, feeling a bit out of place, but the warmth feels nice.

“Cool,” he nods before turning back to his game and unpausing it.

For the first hour you just coexist in peace. It takes you some time to focus on studying with Harry being so close and also being in Harry’s room, but the feeling wears down and you can finally work efficiently while he keeps himself busy with his game. But then he stops playing and becomes more interested in whatever you are doing.

“You haven’t finished this sheet yet?” he asks, holding up the statistics task sheet you’ve been putting off for over a month now.

“No,” you sigh in defeat. “I’m not really good at statistics.”

“Want me to help? I’m in Dr. Thomson’s Thursday class, but we went over the same thing too.”

“It’s my homework, I don’t want to bore you with it.”

“It’s fine, I actually liked these tasks.”

So then the evening turns into tutoring, Harry sits on the bed beside you, explaining you how to solve the tasks and even shows a better method you understand way more than what you were taught. After that, he just sticks to studying with you, though it slowly turns into anything and everything but studying. He clearly loses interest in helping you, but he doesn’t seem to want to leave you alone and your focus breaks too. Of course you’d rather hang out with Harry than write a paper on Switzerland’s economy!

You’re having a blast. Both of you. It’s the first time hanging out one-on-one, but it’s going better than you imagined. You haven’t made a fool out of yourself, even cracked some jokes that made him laugh, though he is surely the funnier one. He is telling you all kinds of crazy stories from before college and also asks you about your high school years.

“Mm, this was great, though I did not get as much done as I planned to,” you chuckle, taking a look at your stack of textbooks.

“But we had a good time and that’s all that matters,” he grins at you, hugging his pillow.

“Alright. I’ll get out of your hair,” you move to pack your things and return to your room, but then he speaks up.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to my room.”

“You didn’t think I would let you sleep in the cold, did you?”

“What, you want me to sleep here?” you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Sure. There’s plenty of space for us. You’re sleeping here tonight,” he simply states.

About twenty minutes later, you’re sitting on the edge of his bed in your pajamas, waiting for him to return from his shower.

You’re really about to sleep in the same bed as Harry Styles. Hopefully you won’t kick him in the groin or say something stupid in your dreams or drool on him or—“

“You look worried,” he comments as he walks in, dropping his used clothes into his hamper. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Totally awesome and perfect!”

God, you are so awkward!

“Okay,” he smiles to himself. “Take whatever side you want. It’s not a king sized bed, but it’s fine for two people for one night.”

You gulp at the thought of Harry spending the night here with another girl, jealousy bubbles in your chest.

“At least Niall and I survived the time he got locked out of his room,” he adds with a chuckle and you exhale in relief.

You end up taking the inner side of the bed and you lie on your side as he makes himself comfortable on the outer side. It’s really not too spacious, but at least it’s warm and smells like Harry.

“Thanks for… letting me crash here,” you whisper into the silence. Harry turns to you with a tiny, but charming smile.

“I’m glad it’s you I have to share my warmth with,” he cheekily says and heat rushes into your cheeks right away. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

 

You knew you’d end up tangled together. It was inevitable in such a small space. But still, your heart starts racing when you wake up and find yourself cuddling Harry, who has his arms around you as well. He’s warm and soft, definitely meant to be cuddled in your humble opinion.

He stirs in his sleep and your heart jumps when his eyes flutter open. He doesn’t move away, in fact, he pulls you closer as he exhales lazily.

“Good morning,” he mumbles groggily.

“Mornin’,” you breathe out, feeling like a giddy little girl.

 “I hope you weren’t cold,” he chuckles softly and you feel his chest vibrating underneath your cheek.

“No. I felt nice and warm.”

“Alright,” he smiles. “When is your flight?”

“Five thirty. What about yours?”

“Six. Want to share an Uber to the airport?”

“Sure,” you nod.

You spend most of your time left together. You grab a late breakfast, then hang out in his room and not just because his room is the only place in the building that hasn’t turned into a freezer. It feels natural to be around each other.

Then you share a ride to the airport, grab coffee and then wait together until it’s time for you to go to your gate.

“Well, have a great time at home,” he smiles at you.

“You too. Thanks for… everything,” you chuckle softly. “I’ll see you after the break and...”

Don’t forget about me, you want to say, but you bite it back.

There’s something hanging between the two of you, something unsaid and you fear you’ll have to leave without changing that.

“Okay, I’ll… go,” you mumble, grabbing your suitcase, but before you could walk away, Harry pulls you back.

“When we come back, do you want to… Do you want to go out? With me?”

You can’t stop your mouth from hanging open this time, his question came as a total shock.

“Honestly, I’ve been crushing on you for a while, but every time we spoke you seemed so frightened and ran away, so I took it as a sign,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. “But I think last night was nice, I liked hanging out with you and there’s a chance you feel the same way, so I thought I would… shoot my shot.”

You open your mouth, but then close it as his words sink in. He thought you didn’t like him. Because you ran away from him. But that was because you were into him. What a mess.

“Yes,” is all that comes out of your mouth at last.

“Yes as in…?”

“Yes, I want to go out with you,” you elaborate chuckling. “And I only ran away because I really liked you and I was too nervous.”

You watch his face light up before he nods.

“Great! I mean, not that you were too nervous,” he grins. “So then… Date. When we come back.”

“Yeah,” you nod, mirroring his widening smile. “I have to… I have to go now.”

“Alright. See you… next year then,” he chuckles and leaning closer he kisses the corner of your mouth before you part ways.

After that, you’re basically glued to your phone, nonstop talking to Harry throughout winter break and you’ve never wanted to return to school so badly before. You text, call and send pictures to each other continuously and you can’t even remember the times when it wasn’t like this.

When you return to campus in January, your excitement is kicking high, though on the day of your arrival, Harry’s responses come way less often than they used to, but you’re not trying to see too much into it.

As you’re unpacking your suitcase there’s a knock on your door and when you open it, your heart skips not just one, but probably several beats when you see him standing in the hallway with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Don’t you feel cold in here? I think you should come over to my room.”

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[dracoqueen22]

For Quiet-Shadow, who asked for Barret & Yuffie -- Preparing for a Teenage Daughter

Barret’s head hurts. 

Barret’s head hurts, and his ears are ringing, and he swears, if that ninja says one more stupid joke or yells another stupid insult, he’s going to toss her off the mountain and gleefully count every ridge she hits on the way down. 

Barret sighs. 

No, he won’t actually do that, but if it gives him a moment of peace, he’s tempted. Yuffie is loud and obnoxious. She never stops talking. She’s definitely hiding something. 

Yes, she saved their asses a few times. And yes, she’s very skilled for someone her age. But gods, she is loud, and Barret’s getting too old for this. 

“You look exhausted,” Tifa says. She sounds like she’s laughing at him, but the only thing on her face is that secretive, shy smile she carries. 

Think she’s a big tough woman, Tifa does. And tough she is. Tough as nails, punches like a tank, and takes down things ten times her size without breaking a sweat. She’s got a gentle heart and a sweet soul, though, and this world just isn’t made for a sweet soul anymore. 

Barret will do whatever he can to help her keep it though. World needs more of them, more people like Tifa. 

“Long climb,” Barret says as he trudges along in Yuffie’s wake. He’ll take age and experience over youth any day of the week, but fuck, he could use a drop of that youthful energy right about now. 

He hasn’t climbed this mountain in years. He didn’t think he’d be climbing it again so soon. 

“Right. It’s the climb,” Tifa says, and that smile’s louder in her voice now. She’s got that teasing edge, and Barret just knows she’s about to say some fool thing that’ll get under his skin. “It’s not at all our newest, most energetic friend.” 

Barret sighs. “She’s useful in a fight, and we could keep on saying no, but she’d be lurking around. Merc made the right choice in keeping her where we can see her but…” 

“But she’s just a kid?” Tifa says. 

“Something like that,” Barret says, right as Yuffie springs up into a tree and shades her eyes with her hand, squinting up the mountain. 

“Hurry up, people!” she hollers loud enough to echo off the rocks and scare off a clump of birds resting their wings for a minute. “The mat– the robed guys are climbing faster than you!” 

Tifa hides a giggle in her hand, like Barret can’t see it. “Marlene will be that age soon enough, you know.” 

“She will not!” Barret says, whirling on her. “My sweet little Marlene may be that age, but she’ll never act like that.” 

“Oh, she will,” Tifa says. She tucks her hands behind her back and skips ahead, only to look back over her shoulder. “All teenage girls do. You’ll just have to think of this as practice.” 

Barret shakes his head. No, not his sweet little girl. She’s always going to be kind and generous and polite. She won’t make a ruckus or put herself in danger, or run around the world barely dressed without anyone to watch her back. 

Absolutely not. 

“Hey!” Yuffie hollers, her hands cupped around her neck. 

A vein in Barret’s neck starts to pulse. “Lower your voice!” he hisses at her. He stomps over to the tree and glares up into the spindly branches. “You want every monster and fiend and ShinRa goon to hear you?” 

“Pfft. I’m not scared.” Leaves rain down before Yuffie drops out of the tree with an exaggerated landing. She grins. “Hah. Nailed it.” 

“It’s not about being scared,” Barret grinds out. “I thought ninjas were supposed to be stealthy?”

Yuffie beams and gives him a thumbs up. “We are where it counts!” 

“Practice,” Tifa sings as she strides past, and Barret’s eyebrow twitches again. Tifa’s barely older than Yuffie. She’s a better example for Marlene anyway. 

Not this ruffian. 

“Well, it counts right now,” Barret says. “Zip your trap and get going. We got a job to do.” 

Yuffine plants her hands on her hips and gives him an exaggerated frown that Barret swears echoes Marlene last week when she didn’t want to eat her peas. “You’re not the boss of me.” She pushes her nose to the air. “Keep that up and I’ll let the Bloatfish get you.” 

“I don’t need your help!” Barret snaps as Yuffie skips away, hurrying to catch up to Tifa. 

She spins and sticks her tongue out at him. “Nyah!” 

Barret growls. “You little–” 

Yuffie promptly trips on a rock and falls on her ass. Probably would’ve tumbled right off the edge of the cliff if Tifa hadn’t grabbed her arm. “Ow! I’m blaming you, Barret!”

No. No way. His sweet, precious baby girl is never going to meet Yuffie, and she’s never going to turn into a teenager. Nope. She’s going to stay Daddy’s Little Angel her whole life. 

Marlene’s not allowed to grow up. 

That’s all there is to it. 

“You should probably watch where you’re going,” Tifa admonishes as she hauls Yuffie up and checks her over for any real injuries. 

“A ninja always knows where she’s going,” Yuffie declares as she dusts off her shorts. “That was just, uh, a check of your reflexes. That’s right. I was checking to see how quick you are.” 

“Sure you were,” Tifa says, not that Yuffie sticks around to hear it. She’s bounding further up the trail between one blink and the next, before she abruptly veers toward a wall and takes out that stupid piece of chalk for another pointless drawing. 

“So the others don’t get lost,” she says as she graffitis Mount Corel at every available opportunity. 

Barret sighs and trudges along after them. His head hurts, and his ears are ringing, and one day, his baby girl is going to grow up into one of those things. 

Life just ain't fair. 

*** 

[nocandnc]

*Covers face with hands* I... I've always wanted to do one of these...!

I know it's supposed to be "in 5 minutes", but if you're interested in some rambling thoughts on a few most of these items, see below the cut!

Height I couldn't find an exact height for Lacy, but going off Tracy's old flat art lineup it looked like she must be somewhere between Mitzi and Rocky... taking heels into account, I went with 5'4".

Horny I see Rocky as someone who doesn't actively think about sex all that often outside of the affection it would provide - but, he'd still be happy to participate if it came up? Like he's having a good time if they are, you know? And Lacy, well... I think Lacy could use the stress relief.

Awkwardness Lacy is pretty witty in Normal Situations, but maybe a little less so when caught up in Rocky Situations. Rocky meanwhile is Rocky.

Jealousy I see Lacy as the calm and ready Don't Touch My Man kind of jealous. Rocky, as we know, is the manic Oh God How Do I Compete With That Guy kind of jealous.

Spoons Sure Rocky jumps into being the Big Spoon at first, but I do think he'd quietly enjoy being the Little Spoon more? Like, the feeling of having someone cling to him for a change... so after settling into the relationship, Lacy would take up the Big Spoon role more often.

Clothes Rocky 'borrows' Lacy's scarves a lot. Not to wear (usually) but just to have on hand, kept close in his breast pocket or boldly tied to his car mirror. Lacy has accepted Rocky's dirty wet threadbare singed jacket on a cold night and that's as much of his wardrobe as she can take.

Pet Names Rocky will effortlessly call Lacy all kinds of pet names - enough to string into a song, even! But he usually defaults to 'Lace' in casual conversation. Lacy just calls Rocky by his nickname like everyone else... except for the handful of times she's called him Roark, which was decidedly too intimate for either of them without proper emotional preparation.

Affection While Rocky would do or say just about anything in equal degrees for love, Lacy isn't much for waxing poetic and prefers to express her feelings through more tangible means... but she's not above stating the obvious if physical acts don't get the message across.

Confessing I wouldn't say Rocky would be waiting for a confession... more like hoping? Yearning? But no matter how blatant the flirting got, I just don't think he'd really believe Lacy liked him unless she said it outright. And heaven forbid he scares her off by confessing first, ruining it just like everything else—

Driving Rock drives, technically. But he's far cry from reliable behind the wheel. Lacy hasn't learnt to drive but would be fairly good at it if she did.

Cooking Lacy isn't wild about cooking but has a few staple meals she can put together well. Rocky can make pancakes, but at what cost!?

Relationship Experience When I think of Lacy in her school years, I can't help picturing her as a rather straight-laced student. Maybe even a bit Intimidating to the boys around her. Not looking to party or steal hearts, I think her time as a student would have passed without having gained much dating experience at all. And after graduating, dating drifts even farther from mind - her career's just getting started! If she starts dating now then it'll lead to talks of marriage and quitting and having a bunch of babies and— Rocky wouldn't push for any of that.

Speaking of Rocky... while he canonically Has No Game, it's also been stated that he's had encounters of 'various sorts' in the past - which leads me to believe he's at least fooled around a bit, if not had Very Quick and Unsatisfying Sex at some point in time. So by some bizarre twist of fate Rocky has the slightest bit more experience than Lacy, but... well, it's a combined effort really.

[pixielovers2account]

Jenna x fem reader singer smut btw

My Little Rockstar

My chapped lips cold finger running over the guitar. I licked my lips underneath the mask as a sweet sweet tune golden white and black was my suit I knew today was the day for me to preform on stage for my first time. The curtains swing open as as I walked closer with a huge smile “what is up party people!?” The crowd howled with answers and some just screaming there lungs out. I smiled to myself walking down the the stage closer to people.

“What song shall we sing people?” Different songs were shouted one song stood out to me a girl in the front said so loudly I smiled to her as I leaned closer to the young blonde.

“What was that?” I asked “can you sing about that girl again?” I smiled in my mask nodding “alright everybody you know what song this is my biggest hit in 2020.” The crowed cheered in understanding.

As I got back and prepared the lights dimmed changing into a golden hue. And the guitars started.

“So it seems that we’re stuck here again in the same place.”

The low growl of the guitar with my voice so beautiful a beautiful melody.

“Hmm, your lips so devilish that I wanna kiss them one last time before the night ends.” The drums hit as the lights turned brighter in color a beautiful light purple and white light. As I walked around the staged humming the lyrics like it was apart of my soul.

“Golden hair in the sun it’s almost like time has just begun.

Your face sprinkled like a beautiful cupcake. But oh baby when we met my heart kept telling me this.

Run away run away before you make it run away run away, like hm mm hm mm.”

As I sung my eyes flickered to a crowd around somebody I walked closer down the stage my eyes meeting the young actress down the line. Looks like she bought tickets.

“And you came barging into life I don’t what to do. My heart stone cold like the arctic hues I can’t believe that I’m here with you it seem so real it seems so fake that I-I can’t help but falling like a golden leaf.”

That wasn’t the lyrics what was I doing as I got closer to the girl my fans crowded as I lifted my hand out to the smaller Burnett. “But baby will you take my hand? Let’s go for a ride let’s go for a ride.” I started humming as the girl crawled closer taking my hand as I pulled her up fans taking pictures shouting for the one known as Jenna Ortega.

The girl was marvelous as we kinda met eye contact on stage the humming of my voice oh so calming as she shyly smiled. “So what what are we gonna do after all it’s all up to you.” I sang softly into the microphone.

Our breathing was ragged as if we just got done…”kiss her!” I looked out into the crowd as they cheered and chanted. “Should I?” I spoke into the mic. The crowd cheered again happily. I looked back at the freckles girl with a smile “okay…okay guys maybe. Maybe if you can win this bet I’ll reveal my face and kiss Jenna Ortega.”

I smiled at the people who cheers for a challenge. “If by the end of this week my new song that comes out and few videos get to 400 million views and likes I’ll do it.” The crowd cheers for tonight I could feel my phone vibrating and humming. I looked back at the girl I front of me “do you take this challenge Jenna?” She softly spoke into the mic “yes I’m always up for a challenge.”

This blew up on the media news articles talking about weather or not there was a secret relationship between us.

Interviews asking weather or not we are having sex or just fooling around. I rolled my eyes as i poured myself a drink and I mean beer as I drink it down with a paper in front of me I began to write down lyrics fiddling with my guitar before a knock sounded on the door.

I raised a brow as I sat my guitar in it’s case getting up and managing to trip over my own feet a few times swearing to myself before I made it to the door. “Who’s there?” I asked.

“It’s Jenna. Is this y/n place?”

My eyes widened as I looked at my attire. Shirtless with tattoos covering my upper body not much but the muscles will scare the girl I also just only had gray sweats on with white socks and slides.

I couldn’t leave the girl in the cold deep snow while I was in here warm just to spend an hour picking out a shirt so i opened the door. “Come in.” As I opened the door a cold drift came in the gold in a long black coat and jeans she popped her shoes off near the door as I closed the door locking it. “Do you drink coffee?” I asked as I walked into my kitchen. “Uhm yeah can I get ginger if nothing else with a bit of cream and one sugar.” She didn’t shy away from what she wanted that’s what I liked about her at this moment as I heated the coffee up.

Adding milk, ginger one sugar and cream. “Would you like any sweet to go with this I have different sorts of cakes and doughnuts.” The girl walked into the kitchen leaning on the wall as she carried her coat. “A powdered donut if nothing else.” She says softly. I smiled adding two to a napkin. “Here.”

She grabbed her two sweets immediately. She took a bite moaning at the sweet tardiness of the powder.

“Good?” I asked as I drinker my cold beer. She nodded “yes where did you get these?” I licked my lips placing my drink down “I made them.” She raised a brow happily holding her hands together as she seen my s’mores. As I took a bite I raised a brow “sweet tooth much?” I chuckled a bit.

She nodded slowly “well I would make you one but you have one more donut maybe next time.” I smiled at her she did to “oh here I’ll take that.” I took her coat taking it to a hanger a bit down the hall guess I still need to move it to the door.

When I came back I noticed she was missing I looked into my living room finding her looking at pictures reading papers as she drunk the hot coffee I made her. “So, why are you here mrs Ortega?” She took in a drink with a smile as she placed down her coffee fixing her pants “yes I’m here for y/n…” I smiled “oh? And where do you think she is.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know I assume she’s gone…” I scoffed a bit “so when I’m not behind the mask I’m completely invisible?” Her eyes widened a bit shaking her head “no I just.”

…

We sat on the couch together talking amongst ourselves. As the snow fell it seemed to get harder “so are we actually going to…” she trailed off i smiled “only if that’s fine with you.” She licked her lip’s shuffling closer. “It’s fine…I just wanted to know if you wanted to practice…” my face heated up as she crawled closer. Her hands on my thighs squeezing them licking her lips swaying her hips. “Please?” Her voice in a mere whisper she batted her eyebrows as if she had to try to be pretty.

“Oh?” I said shakily my hands slowly moving to her lips and her small perfect hips.

“Please.”

.

.

.

We kissed and kissed. Placing me on the couch rubbing into me. God this woman is driving me insane “please touch me it’s been so long…” she whispered. Our lips moving in such comfort our hands moving around each other so wild. “Beautiful girl.” I mumbled.

“Let’s take this to the bed room yea?” She nodded as I held her up we hungrily kissed each other my hands moving to her buckled pants ripping off her way to short of a shirt. Pulling it over revealing a matching set of green laced underwear and a bra I looked at her freckled shoulders and her beautiful silky legs.

She started with her underwear pulling them down and leaning over the bed “please…please fuck me.” I smiled to myself being face to face with her beautiful folds. So wet so moist I grabbed her ass taking a lick at her center and her hole. “Fuck…please you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this please I need you.” She begged.

“Y/n pleading want you inside of me.” I smiled to myself as my finger slid inside her folds and into her hole. “Oh your so wet baby.” She hums nodding “only for you y/n.” I smiled smacking her ass “call me mommy baby girl.” She moaned into the sheets as I started up in her tight hole fingering her like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh oh fuck yes mommy make me c-cum please I’m gonna cum.”

Her legs shook as I pushed her into the bed the bed hitting the wall over and over as was now knuckle deep into her hole hitting that specific spot that seemed to make her scream. “Oh please!” Her eyes water as she pulled the sheets of my bed. The stringy clear juices ran down her legs as she moaned into my pillow they seemed more constant frequent.

As her insides squeezed my fingers. I moved deeper faster “yes! Yes like that I’m gunna cum gunna cum.” I placed my hand on her back making her body arch. She yelled as I got a better grip pushing her deeper into the bed the bed now hitting the bed wall harder louder I’m sure going to hear a mouthful from my neighbors.

“Come on baby girl cum for me like a good girl.” She moaned out biting my pillow as something snapped in her stomach a coil that has let go as she yelled her lungs out our body collapsing together boneless even as our ragged breath slowly regained.

We crawled more up into the bed. Hugging cuddling each other lazy kisses spread to each other.

Body’s linked as one.

“Are we going to make this something?” I bit my lip. She smiled pushing herself closer. “Yes my little rockstar.”



[amirsirwrites]

Confessing to an oblivious Soldier ❤️

Phew, managed to get this done by today. My posting rate will probably slow down over the next few days due to other work piling up. Anyways, a little something for Soldier since I love the man. :) Not requested Soldier x GN!reader ------

You love Soldier with all your heart and it’s time to tell him.. AGAIN!

Oh my god, you love him but hate him at the same time. How is he so oblivious to your confessions? You swear you’ve done every single confession in the book at this point - flirting, constant compliments.. but no response. 

A few weeks ago, when you brought him a big bouquet full of roses that screamed ‘I love you’, he grabbed them, hugged you and shouted, “Thank you, y/n! These are very beautiful!” Soldier then walked off to the training area, leaving you to die inside. Spy saw the whole thing and laughed at you from the side while you just crouched down and drowned in your embarrassment and disappointment. 

You thought, ‘Okay, fine. Maybe it was too subtle.’ And so next, you decided to invite him to a romantic dinner complete with candles, delicious food and flower petals. You made sure everything was perfect and that the dishes you cooked tasted phenomenal. That was sure to be the moment Soldier realised you loved him, right? Wrong! So very wrong! He arrived and was in awe of how gorgeous everything looked. It seemed hopeful… 

Until you brought out the food. Soldier gobbled down everything, not saying a single word. After he finished, he did thank you, of course. But he didn’t even stop to think that you set up that amazing dinner because you loved him. It was already bad that your dinner plan didn’t work but one final comment from Soldier was what made it even more terrible. Just before leaving, he grabbed you by the shoulders and declared loudly, “You are an amazing friend, y/n! We should do this more often!” Sucker punch to the gut.

All that happened a few days before today. Now, you’re sitting at the dining table, head down on it with your arms limp at your side. Spy, Scout and Demoman were in the living room with you, helping you find a way to confess to Soldier successfully. 

“Oh oh! How about during our next battle, you act all cool and say to him ‘Soldier, baby, this is for you’ and then.. Boom! Pow! You beat up a buncha’ guys in front of him. Fool-proof plan, I tell ya!” Scout punched the air while talking. 

Demoman laughed, “NooOooO! C’mere laddie, now this is what you do,” he sat beside you and pulled your head right next to his, “You gotta play some uhh.. romance song on the piano and sing yer heart out! That’s how ya do it!”

Spy sighed and pushed Demoman away from you, “Don’t listen to these idiots. None of that is going to work. Soldier’s skull is so thick that even Medic can’t drill into it. Mon ami, just tell him, right to his face. It’s the only way-”

Scout and Demo butted back in, trying to add their own suggestions again. All of their voices were overlapping each other and it was pure chaos.

Just then, Soldier walked in and everyone in the room went silent. 

Soldier looked around.

“Why did you maggots stop talking?!”

Spy nudged you on the shoulder and eyed you expectantly. 

You stared at Spy, wide-eyed, and shook your head slowly. 

Spy groaned into his hands before getting up and moving to Soldier. 

“Listen up, you simpleton, because I’m only going to say this once. Our poor y/n over here is madly in love with you and has been trying to tell you for the past month. Please put me out of this idiotic misery and talk to them. Goodbye!” 

With that, Spy pulled out a cigarette, lit it and exited the room. 

Scout and Demo laughed nervously and quickly ran after Spy. It was just you and Soldier left.

You hid your face in your hands, too scared to meet his eyes. You heard Soldier’s heavy footsteps approaching and the sound of him sitting on the chair beside you.

You bit your lip, expecting the worst. 

Instead, you felt his hand on your back and heard his voice, not his usual loud commanding one but a soft and gentle one, “Y/n, you don’t have to hide from me. It’s alright.”

Slowly removing your hands, you turn to the man at your side. He had removed his helmet and you could see every part of his face clearly. Ok, maybe it was a bit overwhelming. His blue eyes are normally covered by his helmet so now that you could see them, it was a tad bit intimidating. You had to admit though - he was handsome. 

“Is it true? What Spy said, I mean,” he asked while rubbing his hand on your back. Soldier’s cheeks were tinted red.

“Well.. I uh. Y-yeah. It is.”

He laughed sweetly, “So that’s why you’ve been doing all that stuff for me. Why didn’t you just tell me, cupcake?”

You smiled sheepishly at the petname he gave you. 

“Haha… was it really that simple?” you winced, remembering all your failed confessions. 

Soldier cackled heartily. 

“You can take a break now, cupcake. Let me ask you instead.”

He cleared his throat, switching back to his loud voice, “Y/n! I am in love with you! Please go on a date with me!”

You laughed into your hands, your face turning completely red. 

“Yes! I’d love to, Jane.” ------ I got just as frustrated as Spy while thinking about this plot haha...

[wardenred]

Sapphic September 3: 3 AM

Pretty much a free writing exercise, I guess.

The familiar ringtone I haven't heard in six months rips through the silence of my apartment. Shabby, my ancient cat, twitches an ear in her sleep and stretches, pushing the phone off its usual charging place on the edge of my mattress. On the floor, it continues singing the song of the past, and I should really pick it up—the phone, not the call, any wise person would simply ignore the call—but I'm frozen.

"Meow," Shabby says. Her eyes are still closed, but her annoyance is apparent. I nearly fall out of my desk chair as I scramble up, then down on my knees. I stare at the phone screen. The initial followed by a sparkling heart emoji blinks back at me. I remember changing that heart to a broken one on the evening of our oh so amicable break-up, then deciding I was being too dramatic and refusing to save the change.

The song goes on and on, an old melancholy tune with a trace of hope in it. Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You. What did I ever expect, really, with a song like that to serve as our romantic theme? She all but warned me on the very first night when I heard her sing in that dumb karaoke bar for the first time.

Behind the paper-thin wall, a neighbor coughs. I draw a breath. The last two brain cells I possess vote unanimously for tapping Dismiss, and like the fool that I am, I go for Accept instead.

"Yes?" I've got the perfect excuse for my shaky voice, for how long it's taken me to respond. Just look at the time!

"Hey you." She dares to sound just like herself, like all these months of distance have never happened, and I think I'll never breathe again. Consider me dead. "So what are you doing awake at 3 AM for the fifth night in a row?"

"How do you—"

"I can see you online on Discord. And Facebook. And basically everywhere."

Oh. Right. We're still friends on basically everywhere. Messengers, socials, she's on every contact list I have. I'd lie if I said I don't still waste unreasonable chunks of time just staring at her userpic, the same across all of the Internet. A photo I took with a filter she applied. Except I don't see her online all that often, and when I do, it's always with some stupid red status icon. Busy. Away. Do Not Disturb.

"I ran into your friend Maggie tonight," she continues,as if this was a perfectly normal conversation. "She said you’re dating her brother."

"Uh." That's not quite true. John and I have agreed to go on a date. Next week. It hasn't even happened yet. In truth, I'm not sure I want it to happen. Maybe I will conveniently get sick right around Friday evening. Or there might be a food poisoning. Or a sprained ankle. Normally, I prefer excuses focused on last-minute work projects I couldn't say no to, because I have this stupid conviction it makes me look like a responsible adult. Alas, those don't fly so well on the weekends.

"Don't do that," she says. "I don't want you to."

Such a simple request, worded so confidently, like she has any right whatsoever to dictate what happens in my life. The life she's no longer even a part of.

I can't help but laugh at the sheer audacity. Shabby opens one yellow eye and peers at me in such abject displeasure I am forced to reach out and give her all the pats to compensate for the inconvenience.

In a certain light, her eyes look yellow, too, though they never lost their green. Like an autumn lake with golden leaves floating over murky waters, illuminated by the last rays of sunset.

"So?"

"So?.." I repeat after her.

"You won't do that, right?"

"Darling," and I meant to use her name, I swear I meant to, but the usual endearment flows way too easily of my lips. "I don't think you get a say in what I do or don't do any longer."

"Well, no one else is running an intervention, so I kind of have to!"

"What on earth makes you think I need an intervention?!"

"Duh. You own stupid plan? Come on. You don't even like guys most of the time."

"Some of the time I like them just fine," I counter. "And it's John. He's—he's sweet."

"If you ever liked John that way, you would have both gone for it a long time ago.”

He likes me that way, though. He has for a while. And that's why I should feel guilty for how the chances of me getting food poisoning on Friday are plummeting down. I kind of want to go out with John now. Just to give her an excuse to run more interventions.

This is reckless. Twisted. Not like me at all.

All the things she's always brought out in me.

"You won't go, will you?"

"Why are you up at 3 AM on the weekday stalking my socials?"

Neither of us gets an answer we want.

[s1v0n1]

Southern Belle Kaminari

a/n: not proofread, I'll edit it soon <33

The night was young, and the music was loud. You always imagined your college years would be lonely and studious, in high school you didn’t care for parties or clubbing and fake id’s, so that wouldnt change in college, right? Well burnout is real and now you were about to graduate from your bachelors and all you wanted was to have fun. You werent focused on your future right now, its saturday night for christs sake, you just wanted to get wasted with your besties. 

Mina, your ride or die, was on speaker while you picked out an outfit for the night, gossiping about the past couple days. Nothing was new, you guys talked everyday about other peoples dirt, but something about it was just wrong enough to be fun. “Wait so are you wearing your black boots or your brown ones?” you asked, not wanting to accidentally match, or match at all. Please, you guys aren’t 13 with matching shit from claires, yall are mature now- you match vibes and colors. “I’m wearin’ my black ones, they match my fringe jacket. Imma wear those with some like shorts and that one like blue crochet top- have I shown you that one?” she was rummaging through her closet as she spoke. “Oh yeah you wore it last week right? To the party at delta kappa?” “Yeah!! I thought it’d be cute tonight, what’re you wearing?” Her crackly voice asked. “If i can find it, that little yellow dress, the one with the beaded straps. I heard some of the guys from calc are coming! Like the guys that sit over by the window!” You giggle a bit. It’s stupid and theyre definitely no good, but what the hell. You guys are young, you can go fool around a little bit. “NO!! Are you serious? Like theyre coming to OUR brewery??” She shouted, now noticeably closer to her phone. Mina’s had a thing for a certain someone in that group since orientation. “Shit, you shouldve told me sooner, now i gotta find a better shirt- what do you think about my black crop top?” “You dont have a black crop top..?” “Its like a corset bra thingy” “So lingerie???” “Ok well whatever, its been like three years- i gotta make him see me tonight” “You go girl” you replied. 

After both outfits were completed, y’all had a little facetime to double check how yall looked together and when everything was perfect, you both headed to meet up outside, then driving in mina’s car to the bar. Blasting Country girl by luke bryan and singing at the top of your lungs out the sunroof. You loved mina, she was your number one, the bestie of all besties. Being around her made you happy, you guys just clicked like sisters. Some people brag about their lifelong friendships or how many friends they have, but this was enough. 

Pulling into the brewery’s parking lot, mina squealed at the boys big red f1-50 thats always parked outside their infamous frathouse. Fratboys are bad news nad theyre definitely gonna ruin you and break your heart, but you didn’t care right now. Living is about loving so hard, and hurting even harder so love becomes that much sweeter. So being 21 with your best friend, swooning over slutty frat boys from your calc class you were failing, you needed to keep that rush while it lasted. You basked in the adrenaline and got drunk off the giggling, knowing that in 5 years this will all be a fun story. Tldr: you love living life. 

YOu guys loved this place, youve been dancing here for a good while now. They had line dancing every saturday and that was you two’s escape. You guys set aside bits of your paychecks to pitch in for drinks and snacks, it was a whole ordeal. Mina was already at the bar, trying to get wasted cus it was your week to drive home. You headed out to the floor, following the people already dancing. Through the spins and stomps, you looked for the infamous boys and then you see their hair. Most all of them had bright hair, mina was already eyeing the redhead with her drink nearly gone. To your surprise, he looked at her back, grinning like a devil. You might be driving home alone tonight, heres to hoping shes still on her birth control and that he has condoms. You grinned and kept dancing, getting lost in the music and the familiar steps, the skirt of your dress just long enough to cover everything when you twirl. 

Its around 10 when mina stumbles over to you, clinging to kirishima and his long red hair. Her lipstick smeared and the redhead’s lips noticeably red, they were banging tonight, good for her! “Be careful hun, use a condom and call me if you need me keep me posted!!!” you shouted over the music to her as she left, his hand on her ass. Wow. after three years, she finally did it. Planning out tonight in your head as you left after that song. You can drive her car to the dorms then walk to yours- perfect. You headed to the bar to get a soda, seeing one of the guys lounging against the chairs. He wasnt really smart, like you hes just here for a good time. His bright yellow hair nearly hurt your eyes, but you walked towards him, changing your mind. He looked like sin, he looked like lust, his shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see his chest and his sleeves were rolled up. His arms were pretty and his hands were hot- fuck you wanted to take him home. 

“Can i buy you somethin’ babe?” He smirked at you, you swear you felt something shock you like static. “What do you think i should have?” you responded, the music coming back in with electric guitars and harsh drums. It was getting hotter, you were sure of it. “Booze, i wanna take you home” he stood up straight and made sharp eye contact with you, “unless you wanna drive me home like youre driving me crazy.” you walked towards him as he pushed his hair back. “Fuck, i know youve seen yourself- you cant do that to a guy.. You cant tell how hot you are,” words were spewing from his mouth before he knew what they even meant. He was turned on, this is all hes waited for. You didnt remember, but he did, you guys had classes together freshman and sophomore year. Hes had a massive crush on you, just like mina had on kirishima, maybe tonight was just the night to fall in love. 

You cant deny it, hes really cute and pretty hot- youve eyed him a couple times at parties, but he was always messing around with other girls. Kaminari is well known for his one night stands, and youre known for listening to rumors. Youve heard about him, now you wanted to see what hes really like. 

[rjsals]

Mh, Seoho's a really cute guy. I like him a lot, love him even.🥺 What's new though...

Anyways, if you really wanna talk about him a lot then you can tell me again when and how he became your bias~ or you can just list all the things you love and appreciate about him🧡

HI. i just washed up and made myself comfortable so i could divert all my free time & attention to this post right here bc OH BOY do i have a lot to say

although i'm not particularly sure how he became my bias? i dont even think he was in the running until one day i was watching the second season of show me the mwm (the episode where they have to find their symbol in a morning mission) and seoho straight up ate xion's lollipop. i remember thinking oh. he's the one!!

i think the main thing i like about seoho is how effortlessly he makes me laugh?? we all know he's kind of shy but at the same time he's not afraid to make a fool out of himself and just does whatever feels right and somehow it works... i faintly remember him talking about wanting to be a comedian as a kid, because he loved making people laugh and everytime i have to catch my breath after another one of his silly antics, a part of me hopes that he knows that's exactly what he's doing right now.

and yeah he's incredibly funny but also really fucking smart and his out of the box thinking often blows my mind. his big brain is sexy as hell and i love how he just keeps me on my toes and surprises me with something new every single time!! and with every single new thing i learn about him my heart grows in size. there's galaxies in this man's mind that i can't WAIT to discover!!

i think.. when it comes to seoho it's very easy for people to lock him in the box of the "silly hyung who loves joking around and often acts like the maknae" and throw away the key.. stereotyping idols happens a lot, and when shit hit the fan, people said some things that i vehemently disagree with when it comes to his role as the oldest in oneus. first of all, i don't think that role means as much in their group as it does in others bc they treat each other as equals to begin with? but it's crazy to me how people look at seoho and don't see how much of a support/pillar he is to his members.

seoho, reliable 민이형 who makes sure dongju doesnt fall short of anything he needs (even if he doesnt know it himself) and gladly indulges the youngest in all his passions and interests even if he pretends to dislike it.

seoho, the one hwanwoong goes to late at night for comfort because he feels like he's the one who understands him best. the first two rbw boyz who share a deeper understanding.

seoho, keonhee's twin. i may be biased but these two have so much in common and constantly feed off each other in so many ways. they're often giggling by themselves, share the same deep passion for singing and music (exhibit A: every single one of their vlives), and hwanwoong mentioning how the roommates are getting more and more alike as time goes by in their recent vlive just tells me how close they are even if we don't see that much of it on camera. (this was supposed to be a paragraph about how seoho takes care of keonhee but of course my keonho biased ass ended up here). what i meant to say is i think seoho, as keonhee's roommate, provides both those "need a boys night in with some beers and a pinch of crazy karaoke" kinda vibes as well as the guidance and understanding keonhee might be in need of. i think they match each other's energy well.

seoho, geonhak's (i dare say) best friend. a day without seodo banter is like going a day without water. seoho has geonhak's back like no other. you mess with gh, you mess with seoho, and he's not afraid to let you know either. the "we stand shoulder to shoulder" line in the top gun medley is actually about them.

and to think people don't see seoho as someone who can adequately care for his members is both beyond ridiculous and sad to me. just bc you can't see his love language doesn't mean they can't.

AND THAT IS NOT TO MENTION THE SHEER TALENT this man posseses but i won't get into the way his voice gives me chills and he often leaves me shooting heart eyes at my screen after a performance. i also won't elaborate on how amazing a dancer he is and how he somehow also is great at sports and how his talking voice is so soothing and comforting i sometimes put on old vlives to ease my anxiety (i'm literally listening to his last bubble live as i'm typing this. it's my fav so far.)

i also won't mention his pretty smile and his beautiful eyes and his amazing hands and the little freckle on his cheek and the shape of his lips and when he goes :} and how much i love the sound of his laugh.

i'm probably missing sooooo much but i've been going at this for over an hour and it's been a long day so i just want to say i love him a lot and i would pull down the moon for him.

and ily for giving me an excuse to talk about him hehe 🧡

[arianatheangel-girl]

Agent Elvis Bloopers, Part 4

Author’s note: Sorry if this seems like a shorter installment; I had some writer’s block for the past few weeks. Anyway, I really hope you like this!

Tagging: @loving-elvis @heartbrake-hotel @star-shard @prompted-wordsmith​

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SCENE: The abandoned motel. Elvis and Cece are attempting to get some kind of connection to the outside world. Elvis is fiddling around with a radio which starts playing one of his songs, before Cece takes it to try and play something else.

C: Look, your music’s just not my thing, okay?

E: That’s literally not possible.

Cece turns the radio to a different station; it’s supposed to play the Doors song “Hello, I Love You” but it instead starts playing Elvis’s “Devil in Disguise”. Elvis starts to snicker since he knows this isn’t part of the script.

C: Huh? Wait, that’s not right. Did I maybe hit the wrong station?

She attempts to turn the radio to a different station three different times, but each station is playing one of Elvis’s songs; “Hound Dog”, “Heartbreak Hotel”, and “Blue Suede Shoes” respectively. By now, Elvis is in a full-on laughing fit along with several of the crew members as Cece looks hopelessly confused and unamused at the same time.

Director: CUT! Okay, who messed with the radio?

Scatter begins laughing maniacally from off-camera.

Director: Ugh, Scatter! Seriously? Quit messing around; we haven’t got all night here!

****

SCENE: The spy plane. Elvis and Bobby Ray have been “knocked out” by the enemy agents; Cece is attempting to wake them up.

C: Wakey wakey! Hey, guys? Hey, WAKE THE FUCK UP!

Bobby Ray “wakes up” right on cue, but Elvis remains fast asleep.

C: Uh, hey, buddy? I said WAKE UP!

She attempts to kick him to wake him up, as her arms are bound, but Elvis simply lets out a loud snore and curls up on the ground in the fetal position, mumbling about “gigantic donuts”, and obviously fast asleep.

BR: Um, I don’t think you’re gonna have too much luck there, ma’am. That guy can sleep through anything. Seriously, one time he slept through a fire drill at the hotel; saw it with my own eyes. 

I think he must’ve had a big lunch, because he always gets super drowsy after eating too much. I knew I shouldn’t have left him at that fried chicken buffet.

C (rolling her eyes): Ugh. Well, that’s just great. So he’s dead to the world until he comes out of this food coma?

BR: ...Yeah, pretty much.

Director: Oh, for the love of...CUT! Somebody go pour some ice water on Elvis or something!

****

SCENE: The casino. Birdie has just found out Scatter ran up an over 300,000 dollar tab, and is confronting him and his lady friend.

B: Scatter, you damn fool! How drunk are you? Uh-uh, don’t you dare pass out on me! For all of your NASA training, you sure as hell ain’t a...wait, what the hell was my line again?!

Scatter starts to laugh along with her.

Director: Ugh, CUT! It’s “you sure as hell ain’t a rocket scientist”, Birdie! People, is it too much to ask that you read the script?!

Birdie just gives him a “seriously? You did not just say that” look.

Director (looking nervous): Uh, sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean you. No disrespect meant.

****

SCENE: The desert. Elvis is about to shoot the rattlesnake with the stun gun.

E: Fuck you, Vegas.

He aims the stun gun and shoots, but nothing happens. Confused, he tries again, looking nervous when he realizes the gun is jammed and trying to back away because it looks like the snake is about to bite him. 

Just then, the snake is revealed to be a robot as it starts swaying back and forth and “singing” in the voice of Michigan J. Frog from the cartoon “One Froggy Evening”.

Snake: 🎶 Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal! Send me a kiss by wire, baby my heart’s on fire! If you refuse me, honey you lose me, then you’ll be left alone! Oh baby, telephone, and tell me I’m your own! 🎶

Elvis just shakes his head and starts cracking up as the crew members are laughing hysterically behind the camera at the success of their prank.

E: Okay, seriously guys, what the fuck was that?! Don’t scare me like that again!

Director: Ugh. CUT!

[disneyanddisneyships]

Alastor singing Elvis’ music. It’s not a want. It’s a need

Okay I know it's from the 60s but we're gonna ignore that.

This is and Alastor x OC fic.

"He's not in love with me angel. We barely know each other!" Aponi stated as she got dressed in the item Alastor had given to her for the night.

It had red and orange accents.

"Are ya stupid? He's head over heels in love with ya. The other day he asked me about fuckin Elvis of all people. I let him borrow my phone so he could look'im up!" Angel argued.

"That doesn't mean he's in love with me, Angie!" Aponi stated.

"Toots, if he's not in live with you than this place might as well be heaven. I mean. He got you a dress for lucifer's sake!" Angel shouted as he gestured to the dress.

"We're going somewhere nice! And all the clothe I have are, no offense, slutty!" Aponi replied as she put in earrings.

"Oh my god. We all see the way he looks at ya! He's in love with you and I'm tellin ya, he's admitting it tonight!" Angel speculated.

"Whatever, spider boy. Come on. I dont wanna be late," Aponi stated as she and angel walked out of her apartment.

When the two of them got there, Angel made his way right to the bar as Aponi was lead by a waiter to the table Alastor specifically rented out for her.

Aponi ordered a lemonade, and the music started.

Alastor was on the stage, and Aponi blushed a bit.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

He sang, and aponi choked on her lemonade.

He sang it while looking at her.

His static voice being heard throughout the restaurant.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

He sang more and Aponi gulped before looking around to try to spot angel dust.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

Aponi's blush grew and she sunk into her seat as alastor made his way off the stage and over to her.

Take my hand

He reached his hand out for her to take.

Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

As she took it, the radio demon himself began slow-dancing with the butterfly demon, who was a blushing mess.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

He spun her, and dipped her.

Her eyes were wide at the action.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

As he finished the song and the two stood up straighter Aponi looked around, not being avle to breathe at all the people looking at her.

For a split second she thought she saw her ex.

"I-... I-...." aponi stuttered before running out of the restaurant.

Alastor was left standing there, his smile a bit weaker before he walked calmly behind the curtain.

Hours later, there was a knock on Aponi's door.

"Go away!" She shouted.

The door opened anyway.

"The last time I listened when you told me to go away, I had to wrap your wrists up," Angel stated before closing the door and sitting on the floor next to Aponi.

Her knees were up to her chest as she rested her head on them.

"Why did ya run Away like that?" Angel asked.

"I don't know," Aponi whispered.

"I think you do and ya just ain't tellin me. Cmon. Since when did we keep secrets from one another?" Angel asked as he bumped her shoulder with his.

"What if it ends up like last time?" Aponi murmured.

"It wont. The strawberry pimp may be in hell, but I've seen the way he is with you. It's sickening. It's like if you ever got hurt, he'd kill everyone down here. Again. He's a gentleman and he'd never do what the last guy did," Angel explained.

"And what if I get my heart broken again? I don't think i could remain sane if someone else betrayed me like that," Aponi stated.

"Aponi, this is hell. No one down here is sane.... I think ya should take my advice. Go talk to him. It's clear you like him too. You're just scared. But we're all dead anyways. What's What's worst that could happen?" Angel asked before standing up and walking out of the apartment.

Aponi sat there for a while, pondering over angels words before she decided to go see Alastor.

She walked to the room he would stay in sometimes and knocked on the door.

It opened to reveal alastor.

He was fairly suprised to see her there, that much was clear.

"Can I come in?" Aponi asked.

Alastor raised an eyebrow before stepping aside to let her into his room.

"I'd like to say, first and foremost, darling, that I am truly sorry for putting you on the spot like that," Alastor began.

"No... I'm sorry for running off... the truth is... I'm just... scared..... shit happened when I was alive and it was traumatic as shit... but I shouldnt have left you there," Aponi apologized.

"Well no worries! I'd be happy to continue as acquaintances! It's a pleasure to even-"

Aponi cut him off with a kiss.

His eyes were wide open in suprise until he melted into it and wrapped his arms around her securely.

Aponi smiled into the kiss.

She felt safe.

[itgirlwife]

are you still there?

prompt: puck doesn't like talking on the phone, but malcolm calls them instead of texting. malcolm admits it's because he wants to hear puck's voice

pairing: malcolm / puck | honeymoon suite

words: 1002

notes: takes place early relationship, i like writing dialogue so i went overboard a lil

It's just a phone call—it won't kill me. It'll slaughter me. Malcolm means well, I know, but he's asking for a lot. The date was great, and the movie was great. It already called for minimal conversation but that didn't stop Malcolm. Being my Gemini self, I couldn’t keep my jokes to myself.  It filled the silence in-between Malcolm’s observations, followed by my nodding and ohs.

After dropping me back at my place, he kissed me like it was our last date. He wasn’t ready to leave me. I thought about how I’d eventually take my sweater off and his scent wouldn’t be there. How cold my hands would get without Malcolm holding them. I didn’t want him to leave either.

After a tight hug goodbye, Malcolm asked something of me.

“Call me before you go to bed.”

I nodded and waved goodbye, dreading his request.

I’d rather eat concrete than make a phone call.

I stalled once I entered the house. I did my nightly routine as slowly as I could. I skipped showering since I wanted to sleep in my sweater. Deciding to sleep in the sweater should’ve been the fire I needed to call him. I desired some closeness after Malcolm had left. It was him I wanted. Calling would make that easier to express. I don’t want him to think I don’t care about him. I do—a lot more than I’m willing to admit.

I’m sat in my bedroom looking at his contact info on my phone. His number hasn’t become muscle memory yet. I did add the emoji of the dancing guy next to his name. I thought it was too early in our relationship for a heart emoji, given all the things he does to my heart. Also, Malcolm wears suits and likes to boogie. It’s fitting.

My shaky thumb taps the phone icon. I can’t turn back now. 

Malcolm picks up on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey. It’s Puck.” He knows that, idiot.

He chuckles. “Hey. I was worried you wouldn’t call.”

I can’t blame him for thinking that. It bothered me that he did, though. “Why wouldn’t I call?”

“We only text.”

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t like talking on the phone a lot.” It came out sooner than I wanted it to.

“I don’t like it too much either, honestly…if it means anything, I just wanted to hear you talk.” 

It means a lot, more than he’ll ever know. I won’t tell him that, though.

“Aww,” I cooed cutely. “You’re corny.”

He laughs. I picture the lines that would form on his face. Around his eyes, the corner of his lips. All are very beautiful. I pull the sleeves of my sweater to cover part of my free hand. It’s not enough. He should be here.

“Well, one of us has to do it, right?” Malcolm says. “Be the romantic fool?”

I laugh a little too, but it could just be my nerves. “It can be the both of us. I’d be lying if I said my head isn’t over my feet right now.”

“Aww. You’re corny, Puck.”

“Shut up.” My face feels warmer than earlier. “I got it from you. That kiss must’ve knocked something into me.”

“Hey, you know what they say about true love’s kiss.”

“I’ll turn into an ogre?”

“No,” I can hear him smile through the phone. I would kill to see it, “but I can sing Holding Out for a Hero to you. All while being your Prince Charming.”

“You gotta play the piano too. We agreed on a concert, remember?” He told me about the lounge shows he’d do at the casino. He’s played piano since he was a boy. I begged for a private concert the moment he told me.

“You make the setlist. I’ll show up in my suit with my Steinway.”

“Really? That’s way too much power. I’ll do that right now. Let me grab a pen and paper. Stay on the phone.”

“You haven’t given me a reason to hang up.”

“I’m about to.”

I thought about some songs from memory but eventually turned to my Spotify for ideas. I scribbled some songs on a piece of paper, then shared it with Malcolm.

“Are you still there?” I ask.

“Mhm.”

“Well, you’re not saying anything.”

He sighs, “I don’t think I can make Cream by Wu-Tang Clan happen.”

“There’s a piano in it. I’ll rap it for you.”

“I feel like you’re setting me up here,” he clears his throat. “What were the other songs you picked?”

I go back to the paper on my bed. “The theme song from Peanuts…Megan’s Piano, which I can rap too. Also, it’s super easy to play. Then Eenie Meenie by Justin Bieber. No piano in that one, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out. For the encore, you’ll sing Holding Out for a Hero, but you’ll have to come down from the ceiling.”

“What?”

“You heard me. In the part where she sings “Where have all the good men gone,” you gotta come down from the ceiling. Then you get on the piano. Also, smoke machine. And lasers.”

“Sounds expensive. Who’s going to hang me from the ceiling?”

I shrug. “You don’t have a ceiling guy?”

“No, I don’t have a ceiling guy. God forbid, what if I fall?”

“Sue the ceiling guy. It’ll help pay back all the money from the smoke and laser machines. Then you can take me to Disneyland.”

“Disney? After all those hospital bills?” I can’t see it, but I know he’s running his fingers through his hair. “I guess. Anything for my girl.”

The world stops turning. “Your what?”

“My girl. You’re my girl.” He’s smiling on the other end. I can hear it. I turn to the alarm clock on the dresser. It’s almost 11. I’m not tired, but I need a reason to hang up so I can scream into my pillow. "My girl.” Malcolm’s girl. I could melt into a puddle. I could get used to that.