#is a different stage than their 'we're boyfriends' stage

[aprilblossomgirl]

random sound win moment [11/?] a brief compilation of sound hitting and caring for win after all that "Then I’ll hit on you until your heart beats fast. Okay? Bring it on. I’m not afraid of you. You’ll see. (my school president, episode 9)"

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || You're An Idol And You're Revealing Your Relationship

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: I’ve tried to get them all different which is why some take place on stage and others in other situations, Hope that’s okay love. 

CHAN:

Chan had somehow gotten it into his head that the best time and place for the two of you to reveal your relationship to the world would be at a concert in Sydney. He figured it would be a good place, the place he grew up in would be the first place to know all about his love for you. You'd even managed to make sure your schedules aligned and you could be alongside him when he did it all.

"So this is the part of the show where we get to talk to you all and let you know what's been going on in our lives," Chan spoke clearly into the microphone but anyone could see his hands were shaking a little. You knew he was nervous about this and who wouldn't be? You were practically biting your nails down to the bed.

"As you all know Yn and I have been friends for years, ever since I came to Korea..." Chan began to go on a whole speech about you, your whole body heating up as you listened to him compliment you in every way.

"There's something we need to tell you though...Yn and I are no longer friends." The crowd began to "awh" to him and the boys all smirked over at you behind the stage.

"We're together...Romantically." Chan added with a giant grin on his face, opening his arms for you to come out on stage and you froze for a second. Waiting for anyone to be booing but they all seemed to be cheering so you ran out there and smiled, hugging your boyfriend's chest.

MINHO:

It was only a matter of time before rumours of your relationship with Minho began to spread and you, and your team, had already prepared for it. Minho and you had released a song together a month back and now it was beginning to circulate that the two of you were in a relationship - which was true. The song had been your company's idea of soft-launching your relationship to the world, even the music video featured you and Minho doing a lot of couple-like things and everyone seemed to be reacting well to the news. Some even said they'd seen it at the start of your "friendship."

"You all know I released a song with Minho recently, and tonight we thought we'd give you a special performance!" You yelled out into the microphone, smiling brightly as people inside the arena cheered your name. Minho walked out onto the stage, smirking at you as he stood beside you.

"Before we start though, we have to let you in on a secret," Minho told them, winking at you before you both told them all you were in a relationship. None of them seemed surprised by the news but it was safe to say they were excited by the screams that they were letting out.

CHANGBIN:

Changbin was looking at you as he nervously bounced his leg up and down on the spot, it was obvious that the two of you were nervous about what you were going to do since it wasn't approved by either of your managers.

"You're sure about this?" You whispered to him, your relationship had already been rumoured since the start but this was going to be the first time either of you was going to be confirming it and live on air was a pretty insane way to do it.

"More than," He whispered back, squeezing your hand as the camera panned over to you both.

"Welcome back! We're joined by Changbin and Yn who are here to be interviewed about what it's like working in the same company in different settings," The cameras felt like they were suddenly burning a hole into your skull and you smiled warmly, trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside of you. The interview started off easy, you were asked if there was much difference for you than Changbin since he was in a group and then you continued to talk about your scheduling.

"Is there anything else we should know?" Was the question you'd been slightly dreading but you looked at Changbin and both smirked,

"Well, dating in companies is usually forbidden but...You can't help where you find love." Changbin stated, gasps were heard from inside the studio and you didn't dare turn to look at your manager who was no doubt cursing you out.

"Are you confirming the rumours?!" The presenter seemed more excited than you and you nodded with a small laugh, the interview completely derailing and going on about the two of you.

HYUNJIN:

It was Hyunjin's first-ever solo interview and it was safe to say he was more than a little nervous, in fact, he was extremely nervous and not because of the interview. He'd done so many at this point that they were a walk in the park, all of them except this one. This was one different because it was going to be about him revealing his relationship with you. It was a fashion function he'd been invited along to which you happened to be performing at and you both decided to debut your relationship tonight.

"You look fantastic tonight, who dressed you?" Hyunjin began to explain his outfit in detail and did a small spin for the cameras who all began to take photos of him. 

"Is there anyone you're looking forward to seeing tonight?" Hyunjin looked over his shoulder at you, you were already heading inside of the venue and he turned back to the cameras.

"My partner, Yn, I cant wait to watch them perform live and show my love for them." He winks before the interviewer bombarded him with more questions about the two of you.

JISUNG:

Dispatch was getting ready to tell the world about their couple of the year and you knew it was you and Jisung, you'd been warned by JYPE and your managers that your relationship was going to be outed to the world and you'd both decided you were going to be at everyone to it.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming tonight, I know you're all also excited to go home and learn about dispatch's new couple." You teased into the microphone, it was the end of your concert and you were getting antsy about what you needed to do.

"But I have some exciting news to share with you exclusively." You smiled warmly before some soft music began to play in the background.

"I've always wanted to be ahead of a big company like dispatch so, your couple reveal is..." A drumroll sounded before photographs of you and Jisung began to play on all of the big screens, one of your most romantic songs playing alongside it as people screamed out in surprise.

"Now you get the first look before anyone," You laughed a little as Jisung ran out onto the stage, engulfing you in a huge hug.

FELIX:

"What's the cheesiest pickup line you've ever heard?" The interviewer asked as you let out a small laugh thinking back on the one that Felix had said to you,

"You’ve got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is absolutely my favourite." You repeated it with a huge laugh, your whole body heating up as you remembered him suddenly telling it to you as he got out of the shower one night.

"Who told you that one?!" She laughed wildly as you shook your head at her, your eyes welling up with tears from how hard you were laughing.

"My boyfriend-" The whole world seemed to stand still as you realised what you'd just said and you could have sworn you were sweating buckets.

"Boyfriend? Is this a first hand-exclusive?" She wiggled her brows at you and you threw a glance over your manager who shook her head before nodding at you since there was no going back now and the interview turned into a whole questionnaire about your relationship.

SEUNGMIN:

It had been a silly fight that you and Seungmin had before he went out on stage earlier that night and you regretted it ever since, you were just a little fed up with hiding all of the time and you were worried it was going to be this way forever or that he ashamed of you or something.

"There's something I need to tell you all," Seungmin announced, the boys all staring at him confused. It was the end of the show and they were all getting ready to leave the stage.

"For a while, I've been keeping a huge secret and it's time I let it off my chest." Staff behind the stage began to yell at one another asking what he was doing and you stared at him with widened eyes.

"Yn and I have been together for a long time and I refuse to hide it anymore. I don't want them to think I'm ashamed when I love them more than anything else." He smiled brightly as people in the crowd began to "awe", your whole body was shaking as you stared at Seungmin who was gesturing for you to go onto the stage. 

"Yn and I are in love...I love them and they love me." He spoke as you took his hand in yours and smiled, hiding in his chest a little as flashes of cameras filled the arena.

"You're Crazy Kim Seungmin." You whispered as he stared down at you,

"Crazy about you."

JEONGIN:

It had all been an accident, a happy accident but an accident nonetheless. The boys were all on stage talking about their breaks and what they'd gotten up to on their small break from idol work and Jeongin talked about how he spent time with family and people he cared about. Only Jisung blurted out that he'd also been spending most of his time with you going out to different restaurants all over the country. It was something that maybe could have been swept under the rug and passed off as two friends spending time together if it hadn't been for Jisung also blabbering out that the two of you had been together for almost a year.

"You're a walking-talking idiot," Jeongin told him as you groaned at them coming over to you after the show had ended. By now the news had spread like wildfire and you knew there was no getting out of this one and your managers were going to have a field day with it.

"At least it's out in the world, neither of you has to worry about a giant reveal," Jisung offered a weak smile and you laughed softly, hugging him from the side.

"You can fight with my manager about it," You joked before shaking your head and congratulating the boys on a great show.

@chiisaiblog @sw33tnight @kaitieskidmore97 @laylasbunbunny @stayconnecteed @saymyspringrain @toplinehyunjin @katnisspeetaprim @acciocriativity @just-aelia @choisoorin @straykids5star @midnightfrog625 @beccaskz @scarletemeterio @halesandy @junhannies @gothic4under4lord @lixie-phoria @soulphoenix1618 @aerastus @jin-from-the-block @lensfilm @elizaschuyler18 @piratequeen-impact @kpopsstuffs @chaeyoungs @delulu18 @xyahrinx @katsukis1wife @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @blairscott @4-chan-inpadella @niktwazny303 @moonlight-the-writer @armystay89 @hadassahchan @yxngbxkkie @myyouthdonut @extrhotjne @ca11me3mily @elissasimp @xakx @sleepb @kittymaryam-thebrowniefairy @kpopmenace143 @minhosify @loveforred @b1nn1e-1s-cut3

[azulpitlane]

i wish you would I ln4

pairings: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: part two of got love struck notes: kinda dragged making this but finals are finally over so send me some requests pls🤸‍♀️ this ones kinda angsty and there's lots of miscommunication sorry hehe part three, masterlist

yourusername posted a story 2h ago

The night was full of partying, drinking and dancing as you celebrated your best friend's 23rd birthday. The night quickly turned into a mess when you went to the bar to get everyone more drinks. When you came back your friends were nowhere to be seen, you assumed they were in the dance floor but when you went to check, they weren't there either. To make matters worse, you had put your phone in your friend's purse for safe keeping so you had no way to contact them. The panic quickly sobered you up as you looked everywhere for them but instead you found different a familiar face.

"Mason?"

"Y/n! Hey, I didn't realize you were here."

Your ex-boyfriend went for a hug as he greeted you. You and Mason ended your relationship over a year ago, and though you felt no animosity towards the football player, the breakup had been hard as everybody on the internet seemed to have an opinion on it. It was mutual breakup, you both were in different stages in your life and it just seemed like it wasn't your time.

"Yeah, I was celebrating y/bff/n's birthday with a few other girls, but I have no idea where they are and they have my cell." You were starting to get frustrated as you felt like they left without you.

"Oh no, I would help you look but I'm about to head out. Let me give you a ride home, I would hate for you to be here by yourself."

You knew if somebody saw you and Mason alone it would cause chaos all over again, but you had no other choice at the moment and you just wanted to go to bed. You agreed and as you left you both were oblivious to the cameras taking pictures of you leaving through the back door together.

As you pulled up to your hotel you smiled at Mason and thanked him.

"You're a lifesaver Mase seriously, I don't know what I would've done if I never found them or you."

"You don't have to thank me y/n. I will always look out for you even if we're broken up. I still care for you."

"You're a great friend, I'll always look out for you too."

"And um I have to ask,"

You could tell he was nervous as he scratched the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed slightly.

"What is it Mase?"

"Do you love him?"

You were surprised by the question, not expecting him to bring up Lando.

"Um yeah-yes. I love him so much, I can't even find the words to describe it to be honest. I don't think any song I write can even measure to how strong my love is for him."

"That's good, yeah, that's great. I just, I'm happy you found your person y/n. You know, I thought that person would be me, but if you're happy, than I am too. I guess we just weren't meant to be."

"Mase, you're one of the most amazing people I've met, seriously. I don't think it was ever in the cards for us, but you've taught me so much and you'll always have a special place in my heart. You will find your person one day, I promise."

You smiled at Mason as you spoke, not realizing you had given him the closure he had been needing for a year.

Lando was freaking out.

He had been sent the article of you and Mason over 5 times already and you hadn't answered your phone in over 2 hours. His mind was reeling as he was thinking about what you could possibly be doing right now. Even though he trusted you more than anything, he couldn't help but let it get to him. Why aren't you answering?

He knew your phone was charged and turned on considering he can still see your location. As he checked it again, he realized you were no longer at the club. You were at someone's apartment. Why weren't you at your hotel? Who's apartment was this?

Before he let himself jump to conclusions, he called y/bff/n knowing you two went out together.

"LANDOOOO! HI."

"Y/bff/n, hey is y/n with you?"

"Y/n? Oh nooooo. Aw I miss her Lan, is she with you?"

"What? No, how could she be with me? I'm in Monaco right now."

"Oh. Then I'm not so sure."

Lando could feel himself getting frustrated as he spoke with the clearly intoxicated girl.

"Okay, did she go home with you? With anyone else?"

"I don't know, you should probably call her or something."

"I did, over 10 times in the past hour."

"Oh maybe she's busy! Let me know how it goes, bye!"

"Wait-"

She hung up. Lando was going to throw up. He was never considered himself as an insecure guy, but he couldn't help but feel there was something going on. He's seen those tweets and comments saying how much everyone loved you and Mason together. What if those comments made you realize they were right? What if you were with Mason right now? Lando wanted to cry, scream and throw up all at once.

Three loud knocks woke you up from your beauty sleep. You were still in last night's clothes as you were too tired to even change after the nights disaster. You opened the door and your best friend ran in and hugged you.

"Y/N! I'm so so sorry for leaving you all by yourself. I was completely blacked out and I guess I was acting sloppy because y/f/n said we got kicked out of the club! I was acting too drunk and they got mad im so so sorry, this is all my fault and we tried to tell security to get you but they were so mean and-"

"Y/bff/n stop. It's fine, it was your birthday, you deserved to act a little crazy."

"Still babe, I'm sorry. Now that article is being spread like crazy and it's all because of me."

"What are you talking about? What article?"

"Shit. I forgot, here's your phone. But I have to warn you, people saw you leaving the club with Mason last night and the rumors have already begun. Im sorry hun."

Oh god.

Lando🧡 15 missed calls 5 unread messages

YourPublicist 2 missed calls 1 unread message

Danny Ric🤠 2 unread messages

Y/f/n 8 unread messages

The notifications were endless as you scrolled through your phone but there was only one that you really cared about. You immediately called Lando, afraid he was angry at you for this mess.

"Lan, baby, I'm so sorry for worrying you. I just opened your messages, y/bff/n had my phone all night." You immediately gave him a run down of the night as you knew what it was like to be in his position. The media has circulated so many rumors about your relationship overnight and you knew how hard that was. You had dealt with it all throughout your career and you were heartbroken it was happening to Lando because of you.

"That's weird because I actually called y/bff/n last night and she did not mention she had your phone."

"She was so out of it last night, she probably forgot she even had it. Oh god, she was downing shots I'm honestly not even surprised she got kicked out, she was so crazy-"

"Y/n, you don't understand, I have not slept all night. I was worried and everyone is talking about this. I look like an idiot in this situation."

You knew Lando was going to be upset but after your explanation, you didn't expect for him to still be angry at you.

"I know, the night was a mess, but nothing happened with Mason. He just dropped me off and I'm grateful it was him and not some random taxi."

"You're grateful it was him? You're grateful these pictures are all over the internet?"

"That's not what I meant! I meant he was the safest option at that moment, I had nobody else."

"Yeah. Half of the internet is happy it was him. People are actually celebrating thinking you guys are back together."

"Don't listen to them Lan, me and Mase are never getting back together. People will accept it over time and this will blow over."

"Why are you being so casual about this? Do you even know how I felt last night when you weren't answering. I was going to be sick thinking what you could possibly be doing with him."

"Lan, I told you nothing happened. Why aren't you believing me?"

"This is just all too much." Lando knew he was overreacting a bit. Your story made sense and it all lined up, but he had spent the entire night overthinking and reading the rumors about you two that he couldn't get them out of his mind. He loved you so much and last night made him realize how easily he can lose you and that thought terrified him. You were everything to him, but did you really feel the same way?

"Are you breaking up with me? Seriously? Over a stupid tabloid, I can't believe this." You felt betrayed. Did he not trust you?

"I dont know, it's just hard for me wrap my head around this right now."

"Lan, my flight to Monaco leaves in a few hours, how about we just talk about this in person when our heads are clear?"

Lando was getting angrier as the call went on. He knew his insecurities were getting the best of him right now but he felt like you weren't listening to him. You were trying to brush this off when the whole world was going against you two right now.

"Wow Y/n. My heads pretty fucking clear right now. You know what? Maybe it's best if you don't come, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay."

one week later

liked by user 1, user 2, masonmount and 3,593,304 others

yourusername life atm. p.s all new music released from now on is coming from the comfort of my own bed <3

comments on this post have been limited

yourbff love u. coming over rn🏃‍♀️

yourusername pls dont forget snacks

taylorswift need this new album right now

danielricciardo ❤️‍🩹

liked by user1, user2 and 231,583 others

dailymail Singer Y/n Y/l/n spotted once again with Manchester United star, Mason Mount, leaving a restaurant with a few other football players. Are the two officially back together? Rumors of her breakup with Formula One driver, Lando Norris have been circulating for over a week now after Y/l/n and Mount were seen leaving a club together. Read more on this new love triangle in our article linked in our bio.

view comments

user1 im so excited for this album HAHAHA

user2 team mason idc

user3 funny how the last song she dropped was titled slut, if the shoe fits :)

user4 slut shaming in 2023? disgusting.

user5 i refuse to believe her and lando broke up sorry

user6 delulu is the solulu atp😁

notes: another cliffhanger!!!🤸‍♀️also this isn't proofread at all my bad heh

tags: @jayrami3 @whoselly @roseseraj @saturnbloom77 @landowecanbewc

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be the asshole for being in a relationship with someone much younger than me?

My (35nb) neighbor (19f) moved into my apartment building last year. She's going to the local college and lived with her boyfriend. She always complained to me about him and recently broke up with him, and he moved out. Since then she's been asking to spend more time with me, offering to do chores together and stuff.

Recently she's been asking a lot of questions like am I gay, do I ever date women, etc (she's not being rude - I'm very obviously gender-weird.) In addition to that I think she's flirting with me. (I've never really been able to tell when people are flirting with me.) She hasn't outright asked me out, but I think she might, or wants me to ask her out. I never saw us as a couple because she's so young, but we are friends. She's still pretty immature about a lot of things, but she has a good head on her shoulders. My concern is she's in a different stage of life. Like if we're still dating in 5 years, she'll be 24 and just getting started, and I'll be 40 and having a mid-life crisis.

For context I've always been a kind of a youthful person. I'm "immature" in the sense that I still like concerts and video games, and most people my age are, like, having kids. I'm afraid she gets along with me well now because our interests align, but as times goes by I'm going to stay the same and she'll "grow up" and we won't be a good fit anymore.

I don't think me being older than her gives me any kind of leverage over her, although I'm financially stable and she's dependent on her parents, who live in another state. But she always says good things about them so I don't think she's unsafe there.

Everyone says age gaps are skeevy but I don't see how this one would be. But I welcome anyone's thoughts on the matter. My neighbor is a nice person and I wouldn't want to cause her any problems.

Would I be the asshole for dating her?

What are these acronyms?

[mcrslover]

MCR quotes for anyone who needs them:

"Kids would say they were going to kill themselves then they heard our music... it's our mission"

- Mikey Way.

...

"Reasons why mcr is good for you

juradsleigh:

Feeling like a rad vampire? Listen to bullets

Feeling angry? Listen to 3 cheers

Feeling sad? Listen to black parade

Feeling colourful and happy? Listen to danger days

Feeling like breaking up your band? Listen to death never stop you"

...

"This is for every kid out there... That dyed their hair a fucked up colour and can't get a job. They got a tattoo on their neck like Frank, and can't get a job. That does this because they fuckin' love this. This song is for every kid in the audience- even if you don't have fucked up hair or tattoos-every kid on stage, this song's about us, this song's about you, it's called The Kids From Yesterday."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Stop covering your children's eyes.

Everything is fucked up and pretending it's not won't make it any better. I'm tired of people praying for a change when it's up to them to get off their asses and make a change."

- Frank Iero.

...

"I spent most of my time in the back of the class, just drawing. My goal was to not get noticed in school, because spent so long not being noticed anyway or being treated as if I were invisible that I started to like it.

I've learned that it's actually not very lonely... It's like, you have less friends but the friends you have count more. I met a lot of people that weren't outsiders, or they were very popular, and they have a lot of friends but I don't know if they're the kinds of friends you would call up at 3 am to help you out or talk about being depressed."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Promise me, when MCR's gone, you'll do what it takes to survive. You're strong enough to do it without us."

- Gerard Way.

...

"All your quirks and all your problems, even your depressions, and your failures that's.. that's what makes you, you."

- Gerard Way.

...

"If you or someone you know is severely depressed you need to fucking talk to someone! Your mom, someone in school, I don't give a fuck! Because suicide is fucking bullshit."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Nothing is worth hurting yourself over, nothing is worth taking your life over"

- Gerard Way.

...

"If we never play another show again, just keep yourself alive."

- Gerard Way.

...

"We're outsiders, we're the kids who didn't get dates for the prom, we're the kids who were confused, who didn't fit in with the cliques, who weren't part of the in-crowd.

Growing up can be a very frightening and confusing time, and I think people look at us and see it's okay to be different. They see that there is a way other than what they're being offered. That you can stand out, that you can be creative, that you can be yourself."

- Gerard Way.

...

"gerard-hey:

I love MCR so much it's like they have a song for every situation. Feeling sad? Listen to The Lights Behind Your Eyes. Feeling frustrated? Listen to I'm Not Okay. Feeling Energetic? Listen to Na Na Na. Feeling like you wanna kick some ass? Listen to Destroya.

Feeling rebellious? Listen to Teenagers. Feel like you wanna break up your band? Listen to Fake Your Death."

...

"The difference we want to make is, number one, to let these kids know that they're not alone, that they're actually not that messed up, and that they can do whatever they want they can express themselves in any way they want without being persecuted or called a faggot or some kind of racist thing. Really just get people to get over their stuff so they can live."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Whatever happens to you, no matter what, l'm always fucking there for you... Don't forget that. I don't give a shit if your boyfriend dumps you. If your girlfriend dumps you. If you're working a shitty job or can't get through school. If you can't get through a fucking Harry Potter book, there's nothing worth dying over. There's nothing worth taking your life over. I will always fucking be there."

- Gerard Way.

...

"If you come to an MCR show, you're probably a little fucked up, and that's okay because we're just as fucked up as you. It's us against the world. And it's great because there's thousands of us in one place."

- Gerard Way.

...

"Someone doesn't like you? Fuck it.

Having a bad day? Fuck it. Didn't get that job, or that grade, or that promotion you wanted? Fuck it. Fighting with your lover? Fuck it. Feel fat today? Fuck it. Losing control of everything and everyone? Fuck it.

What matters now won't matter soon; the truly important thing is that you are alive, and that you have the capacity to do absolutely anything with this beautiful, crazy coincidence of being on this earth. Just stick your middle fingers in the air and think, 'Damn, I have it good."

- Gerard Way.

...

"You're going to come across a lot of shitty bands, and a lot of shitty people. And if anyone of those people call your names because of what you look like, or bedause they don't accept you for who you are. I want you to look right at that mother fucker, stick up your middle finger and scream

"FUCK YOU!!"

- Gerard Way.

...

"Real revenge is making something of yourself."

- Gerard Way.

❤️🖤❤️🖤

[stinalotte]

Happy 19th Birthday, Stargate Atlantis!

On July 16th, 2004, the pilot aired. Here's a handy little primer for anyone who doesn't know what the heckity heck this show is about. Everything is totally accurate, 100% true and very, very serious.

So.

This is the lost city of the Ancients, Atlantis, in the Pegasus galaxy, about 3 million light years from Earth. (The Ancients can go fuck themselves. Long story.) Atlantis is a city/spaceship approximately the size of Manhattan. She's semi-sentient, but not really, except actually yes, maybe, sometimes, totally. The whole city can go underwater or into hyperspace. Loves her humans. Home. Declaration of independence imminent.

The Atlantis expedition consists of civilians and military from at least 34 countries (in later seasons, the original expedition was just over a dozen). In no particular order:

Dr. Elizabeth Weir. The first leader of the expedition. The only adult. Sometimes. Okay, not very often. Is not above a little war crime for the good of the galaxy—or at least, for the good of Atlantis. Left a boyfriend and a dog on Earth, but we all miss the dog more than the boyfriend. Eats UN representatives for breakfast. Is terribly awkward on dates and really good at solitaire. Loves her chaos children. Which are:

Lt. Colonel Suicide Mission John Sheppard. Walked through the Gate and Atlantis said, "dibs". Thinks people who don't want to fly are crazy. Not good with emotional stuff. (He's getting better.) Loves his found space family and would die for them, often literally. Stop that. Also loves Ferris wheels, things that go fast, and Rodney McKay. And no, we don't know how he gets his hair to go like that.

Dr. Meredith Rodney McKay. Four degrees, two of which are PhDs, none of which are in social skills. Smartest man in two galaxies. Used to be an asshole, but got himself some friends who loved him such a stupid amount that he had no choice but to change. Still a work in progress. We love to see it. Blew up three quarters five sixths of a solar system. (It was uninhabited.) (Mostly.) Deathly allergic to citrus. Loves fully charged ZPMs, arguing with Dr. Zelenka, MREs, and John Sheppard.

Lieutenant Aiden Ford. Went ass first through the Gate with a grin and a whoop on his very first trip. One of the youngest members of the expedition. Is not allowed to name anything, ever. Mild case of hero worship when it comes to his commanding officer, which is totally understandable. A cautionary tale of how addiction messes up not only you, but the people around you.

Ronon Dex. Used to be hunted by the Wraith, lost his people in a terrible war, and is now a member of Sheppard's team where he gets to shoot things and beat up bad guys. Doesn't talk much, but when he does, he has something to say. Good friend. Excellent hugs, but have Carson check you out for any cracked ribs after. Is one bottle of Athosian wine away from staging an intervention regarding the Sheppard/McKay situation.

Teyla Emmagan. In possession of the team's one brain cell. Leader of the Athosian people. Will rock a baby to sleep and then go outside where a Wraith is dangling from the highest tower of the city and stomp on his hands until he falls 800 feet. Can either beat you up in the gym or force you to meditate on your problem, your choice. Has the aforementioned bottle of wine ready and loaded.

Dr. Radek Zelenka. Keeps the science team sane because Rodney sure as hell doesn't. Loves pigeons, cursing in Czech, and overseeing the thriving black market underground economy that has developed in the city. (Thanks @shaddyr for that lovely headcanon). Zachránil všechny naše zadky víc než jednou.

Chuck the Technician. Aggressively Canadian. Doesn't have a last name, doesn't need one. Is ALWAYS in the control room, seriously man, when do you sleep? Reads trashy sci fi novels on night shifts and organized a betting pool in 5 different currencies when Ronon was fighting Teal'c. Needs to share his eyelash routine because we're jealous.

Dr. Carson Beckett. The most Scottish Scot to ever Scot. Brilliant medical doctor who is not above the occasional unethical unorthodox treatment method. Sweet cinnamon roll of a man. Beloved by all. Loves his mom and wee baby turtles. Someone should take him fishing soon. 🥹

Colonel Samantha Carter. Member of SG-1. Legend. Awesome. Boss. Absolute BAMF. Punched a Goa'uld system lord in the face once. We all have a crush on her.

Dr. Jennifer Keller. Is very doctor-y, for better and for worse. Was all of us when she freaked out being on an alien planet for the first time, like a normal person would. Should totally have gone on a date with Captain Vega in that one deleted scene. [WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAALL]

Jeannie Miller. Rodney's sister. Gave up a career in science to be a mom. Solved Rodney's math problem in her spare time, with finger paints. Loves her brother even when he's being an idiot. Fanfic canon says: her house is always open for him and certain Air Force Colonels to crash in. Don't you dare get a hotel room. Yes, the guest room has Only One Bed, Mer, what's your point?

Major Evan Lorne. If you are a moron and get yourself captured and imprisoned off world, he will swing by real quick with a couple Marines and bust you out. Co-parents Atlantis with Dr. Weir. Is actually a really talented painter. Needs a raise, a holiday, and a drink.

Colonel Steven Caldwell. Grumpy. Has to deal with Elizabeth's chaos children on a regular basis. Will make the enemy ship go away with a big boom and save your sorry ass in space. AGAIN.

Richard Woolsey. Used to be a New York City lawyer, one of the most ruthless creatures in the universe. His wife got the Yorkie in the divorce. Broke his heart. Is actually pretty cool if you let him do his thing (like get you out of an intergalactic war crimes trial by bribing the judges).

I know some characters and all the villains are missing, but this post is already longer than a trip on the Daedalus, so there you have it.

Stargate Atlantis. A show about wormholes, life-sucking aliens, ancient civilisations, space battles—and family, friendship, allowing yourself to love and be loved, and what it means to be home.

Happy birthday, fam.

[lihhelsing]

Hate That I Loved You

Now complete on AO3!

Part 1 | Part 2 ↓ | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

On the first day of shoot, Eddie is a nervous wreck. He can't handle it. He won't make it. He stays hidden in his dressing room until Chrissy is pounding at the door and threatening to tear it down if he doesn't come out immediately. 

Eddie doesn't doubt her. 

"It was your idea," Chrissy says as she eyes Eddie and how pale he looks. "Roll a joint, take a fucking shot. I don't care. Just get your ass into the studio because we're filming this today."

Eddie nods but Chrissy is too busy walking away from him to see it. She knows it, though. Eddie wouldn't ignore an order like that. 

The first sequence is with Sean. Sean is taller than him and he used to drive a red convertible that Eddie thought was just the coolest. So that's why he's setting a fucking car on fire for the clip. 

Sean thinks it's hilarious. 

The idea is for them to film the whole song with every one of the exes, so they have options. Because Sean, Pedro and David are all from Los Angeles, they go first. Eddie kept waiting for Lou to show up, but he should know better. Lou always liked to be different, to stand out. He and Steve are pushed to day 2, and for the looks of it, it might be day 3, if they can't speed up David's shoot. Eddie's is breaking a stone wall for him. It's metaphorical and it makes him feel good, actually. 

On day 2, Pedro is the only one around before lunch and Eddie actually have a good time with him. He's funny and sweet, just like Eddie remembered, and he keep calling Eddie 'mi amor' which is endearing in a totally platonic way. For a second, Eddie can't remember why they broke up, but then Pedro gets a call from his mom and everything comes rushing back. 

Pedro was already thinking about marriage and building a family and Eddie wasn't really ready. They are in a backyard with a pretty white picket fence and Eddie throws paint all around. Everything gets stained with black, the color Pedro saw as Eddie's heart color. 

It doesn't hurt as much, but it's harder than the two before him. When Pedro goes back to the dressing rooms to wipe the black paint from him, Eddie's mood had soured considerably.

It gets even worse as Lou walks in, looking like a rockstar. Looking exactly like what he is. 

Lou was Eddie's only famous boyfriend and their relationship had crashed and burned in front of everyone. Eddie feels the tug in his chest as he looks at the scene that's getting built for them. 

It's a stage. The Grammy stage. 

The worst part of it all is that Lou doesn't seem fazed by any of it. It's like he barely remembers breaking Eddie's heart at the Grammy's that year. It's like that was just a day, completely forgotten. 

But Eddie hasn't forgotten about it. He hasn't forgotten how bad he felt that day. How heartbroken. How Lou was trying to make everything be Eddie's fault when he was the one flirting shamelessly with other people in front of him. 

Eddie needs a minute. 

In fact, he feels like he needs a whole year to even be able to do that. What a great fucking idea, put himself through the most traumatic thing in his life for the cameras. No wonder people say he has no self-preservation reflex. 

He just walks away. He knows Chrissy saw him freaking out and he knows she will give him a moment to collect himself so he just keeps on walking past props and music equipment and finally the front door. 

Eddie is out. The cold air hits his face and with trembling hands he reaches inside his pocket just to remeber he doesn't have his joint with him since he's already wearing the outfit for the clip. 

A tux just like the one he wore on the fucking Grammy's. His hands fly to his neck as he pull at the bowtie, trying to get some air into his lungs. His vision gets a little blurry as if there's not enough oxygen in the world for him right now. 

Then big strong hands are pushing his hands aside, circling his neck and unclipping the bow tie. It's a fake one, so Eddie could keep pulling at it and he would get nowhere. 

"Take a deep breath," the voice says and it gives him chills because he knows that voice. He dreams about that voice. 

He does as he's being told because Steve always knew what was best for Eddie. 

"You're ok," Steve says under his breath. His hands fall from Eddie's neck and Eddie wishes they were still there, touching him, grounding him. "Just keep breathing."

Eddie does and things start going back to normal, except there's not a normal scenario where Steve Harrington is just standing there in front of Eddie, looking better than ever, with a frown between his brows because he's worried about Eddie. 

No. That should be impossible with how hard Eddie had fucked things up and still, Steve is really there. 

"I, uh, thought you were only coming in tomorrow," Eddie says when he stops feeling like he's going to die. 

Steve shrugs. "Landed a few hours ago, Chrissy said I could check things out."

After that, Eddie has no clue what to say so he just stares at Steve, dumbly. Much to his relief, Chrissy saves him from looking even more like an idiot by opening the door and calling him back. 

"Uh, thanks for doing that. It really means a lot to me," Eddie says, trying not to sound as pathetic as he feel. Steve smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. 

Eddie wants to say more, he wants to keep talking to Steve. Forget the music video and forget the fact that Lou is standing inside, probably pissed at Eddie, he instantly wants to throw everything away as beg Steve for a second chance. 

By the look on Steve's eyes it's like he can see Eddie's intentions clearly, but then Chrissy is pulling him in and waving at Steve like this is normal. Nothing about this is fucking normal and now Eddie needs to survive Lou if he wants to have a shot at talking to Steve. 

[atinystraynstay]

24 to 25 - Kim Seungmin

Synopsis: After begging from your family, you brought your boyfriend to spend the holidays with you. What will they think of him? More importantly, what will he think of them?

Pairing: non-idol! Kim Seungmin x fem reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 2.2k

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Christmas Eve was always such a magical time. It was the time of year that always filled you with warmth, regardless of how cold it was outside. From driving around to see all the houses decorated with lights to spending quality time with family you don't get to see often, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

After hearing your excitement about the holiday season, Seungmin was insistent that it was time to meet your family. You two had started dating in April of this year. You had bumped into each other while grabbing coffee, nearly spilling on one another. Who would have thought that, that encounter would lead to you being with the love of your life.

"Are you positive you want to meet my family? Like it's not just going to be my parents, pretty much everyone is going to be there." "Y/n, sweetie, I want go. I mean, we've been together for more than half of the year. Don't you think it's time to meet your parents? You met mine."

Seungmin had a point. And he knew he did too. You were prideful in being able to call Seungmin yours, and you wanted everyone to know it. You were just a bit anxious because you know how big of a deal it is to bring your significant other for the very first time especially during the holidays.

However, all your worries melted away when you saw how naturally Seungmin slipped into conversations with your relatives and parents. He was mingling with everyone while you took the opportunity to catch up with your cousins. Everyone seemed captivated by him.

At the moment, you were sitting at the dining table with your sister and her fiancé, enjoying a cup of white wine. Seungmin was in the kitchen, with your mother, helping clean up after the feast she made. She tried insisting that she didn't need the assistance, but Seungmin wouldn't take no as an answer. The sight of them chatting and laughing warmed your heart from your position at the table.

"So, little sis, are you happy?"

You had to take your gaze off of your boyfriend to look at your sister. Both her and her fiancé had wide, somewhat suspicious grins on their faces which caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I am. I'm so happy I was able to fly home to be with everyone. It's been long overdue!" "You know that's not what I'm talking about," she responded.

You tilted your head in silent confusion. What was your sister talking about? Seungmin always adored that habit of yours, always teasing you that he only liked you because you resembled a puppy.

"You know, with Seungmin? Do you think he is the one?" Her fiancé blurted out.

Your eyes went wide, mouth falling a bit open from the shock. Your sister turned around to smack him on the shoulder. "So much for being subtle," she murmured. She looked back at you, smiling apologetically before turning towards you fully.

"Um, well for your information, I do really like him. He is someone that I feel very comfortable with, that I can laugh and cry with. He's my first real relationship in some regards. The guys I dated in the past just don't compare to him. We're able to talk things out, able to be real with each other. He's just so different, but I don't think we're at that stage where we're thinking about that kind of grown up stuff," I laughed, trying to ease my own nerves. "Well, I hate to break it to you, little sis, but you both are adults now, and I don't mean to cause a panic or anything. I was just curious, you know? This is the first guy you've been eager to show off. I figured there had to be something different."

She was right. Seungmin was different, not even comparable to your exes. He was a guy with ambition, but always sought out new opportunities. He never settled for doing the expected. You found his charm and his wit some of your favorite qualities about him. While you two might have disagreements every now and then, Seungmin tried is best not to let it go into an argument. He wanted to talk things out first before it got to that level of escalation. He was mature yet had a playful side that his friends, family, and now you knew very well.

"All I'm saying is that it is nice to see you happy, y/n," your sister's fiancé commented. "And if it means anything, we all approve of him."

You couldn't help but grin at his words before looking at the two of them. "Really? You guys actually like him?" They nodded their heads quickly, almost to the point you were concerned their heads were going to pop off. Both of them began to list the qualities that they liked about Seungmin - mentioning his humor to the way he wanted to help out all your family members, even thought it was his first time meeting them. He just fit into the family so naturally.

You glanced over towards the kitchen where Seungmin was. You couldn't help but blush a bit, hoping that Seungmin wasn't overhearing the conversation that was going on between you and your sister. However, much to your surprise, you saw Seungmin laughing with your mom before she hugged him. The sight alone melted your heart, especially since you and your mom were close. Her approving of him meant the world to you and it looked like he sealed the deal.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a tradition in your house that family sticks around in your parents' house so everyone could be in for Christmas morning. Especially now that you and your siblings were of drinking age, it was important more than ever to your parents that you guys stayed the night.

You were under the assumption that your parents would want separate bedrooms for the couples. Honestly, you were excited to have a sleepover with your sister for the first time since you guys were little. But once again, you were surprised by the actions of your mom. She had matching pajamas resting on your childhood bed - one for you and one for Seungmin. They were plaid pants with a long sleeve shirt that had a puppy wearing a Santa hat on it. Seungmin was over the moon to say the least.

Everyone was getting situated into their respective beds for the evening. You were brushing your teeth, doing the last bits of your skincare routine. Seungmin was sitting in bed, back against the headboard, and scrolling through his phone. He probably was catching up with the rest of the guys to see how their holidays have been so far.

"So be honest with me. What do you think of my family? I'm sorry if they are a bit much, but I did get you a fair warning." "Baby, after meeting them, I love you even more," Seungmin said, almost too calmly.

It was having the opposite reaction for you as the words really sunk in. Love me more? Your heart was racing out of your chest, and your body felt warm and fuzzy.

With urgency, you finished your nighttime routine. You had to find out what Seungmin meant by that. There was no way after meeting your family that Seungmin isn't overwhelmed. Your father decided to ask him every question under the sun about his job, his preferences, his intentions with you - he got a deep interrogation. Your mother took a gentler approach but still wanted to get to know him. Your younger cousins wanted to play with Seungmin, almost hanging onto him until he gave him. You were even exhausted.

You leaned against the threshold of the bathroom, looking into your room. You had your arms crossed over your chest as you looked at Seungmin. He was truly someone you didn't want to imagine life without. The reason why you were so hesitant about letting Seungmin deeper into your world was because you didn't want to scare him off. Things were going so well between the two of you. You didn't want to risk ruining what you had going on, whatever it may lead to.

"Why are you looking at me like I grew a second head?" He laughed. "Because I'm afraid you're sick. Are you sure you feel ok?" You laughed. "I mean, come on. I know meeting someone's family can be overwhelming, so there is no need to sugar coat."

It was then that Seungmin let out a sigh. Yet he kept a smile on his face. You were getting mixed signals from him, but that was Kim Seungmin for you. He was a man who never liked letting people know his next move. He shook his head playfully before setting down his phone on the bedside table. Here comes Mr. Serious. He had pushed the covers away from his lap. You thought for a second he was going to meet you halfway.

Turning to face you, he opened his arms towards you. That was your cue to head towards him and not ask questions. Seungmin was always the guy who knew what to do to ease your racing heart. Maybe he could sense the way you were nervous to the point your heart was ready to leap out of your chest. You shuffled over before you found yourself by his side of the bed.

Once you were within arms length, Seungmin did waste time. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto the bed. That immediately sent you into a fit of laughter which caused him to laugh as well. God, that laugh. It was heavenly. His grip around you was tight, just enough so you knew that you weren't expected to go anywhere else. It was loose enough that you could at least adjust to a comfortable position. With Seungmin's back against the headboard, you were sat in his lap.

"Now, y/n, sweet girl," he hummed. "Do you really think I'd lie to you?" "No, I don't but-" "No buts," he laughed.

With one arm wrapped securely around you, the other took a gentle hold of your chin. He tilted your head up so you had to look in his eyes, so you knew how serious he was being.

"Your family is loud, but they are very friendly. They made so much effort to ensure I felt comfortable. I felt like I was a part of the family already. Why were you so hesitant about me meeting them? Hmm?"

You let out a shaky sigh. Seungmin always had a way of pulling the truth out of you one way or another. He went above and beyond to create an environment that made you feel safe and loved. Which also meant that you could never lie to him.

"Because I thought you were moving too fast. I didn't think we were at that phase where I introduced you to my family because I didn't want you to be scared off by the line of questions you might receive, especially from my parents. I know they mean well, but I didn't ruin what is happening between us if people were eager to know when we might get married or when we might have babies or do all that sort of adult milestones." For a moment, it was silent. You bit your lip and quickly looked away from him. Fuck, did I say too much? Did I place unnecessary anxiety into his mind?

"And where do you think things are going between us, angel?" You looked up at him slowly. He was looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Because you were to him. He hated to see you troubled by anxiety, especially when the holidays re meant to be full of joy. If talking it out is what you needed to do right now, he was prepared to listen for however long you needed him.

"I don't know exactly, Minnie," you confessed. You looked him dead in the eye. He froze a bit, almost looked a bit let down.

"I don't know because I like not knowing. We don't know what is going to happen tomorrow morning let alone in a year from now. What I do know is that I really like you Seungmin and I really like where we are at the moment." Seungmin smiled in response to your words. The worry that flashed in his eyes at the beginning of your ramble was completely forgotten about. It was now twinkling with happiness and excitement. It looked like you had given him the greatest gift of all time.

"Oh, sweetie. That's all I needed this whole time. I want to continue to get to know you and get to know the woman whom I want to experience it all with. That includes meeting your family, you know," he chuckled. "And we might not know what the future holds for the two of us, but what I do know is that I love you. And I'm excited about what the next month, next year might hold for us."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Note: Just a little something for the holidays! Whether you celebrate Christmas or not, I hope your season is filled with joy and light. 🩷

[melanieph321]

ruben x reader where the reader graduates from law school so ruben and the reader celebrate with sex?

Do you think Ruben can dance? I think he can dance.

Either way this was a happy request but I turned it into a Ruben angst (no sex). Hope you'll still enjoy it . ❤️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Dream a little dream

Enjoy!

You should be greatful, you thought. You should be greatful that you've graduated from law school with honors. You should be greatful that all your hard work finally payed off. You should be greatful that you have amazing friends and a boyfriend who's stuck with you every step of the way.

"You okay babe?" Ruben diverged his eyes from the road to look at you. You sat in the passenger seat of his car dressed in your graduation gown and a law school diploma clenched between your hands.

"I'm fine." You said, realizing that you hadn't heard your own voice since you stepped on the stage to thank your professors. "Just tired."

Ruben nodded. "We're almost home. I'm just gonna pick up somthing for us to eat."

Despite the many things to be greatful for in your life, there was still a sense of emptiness. A void that couldn't be filled nor replaced by any other being than your parents.

"Ruben?" You asked, voice low.

He turned to you again, keeping a slight eye on the road ahead "Yes?"

"Could we make a stop at Terrace Road?"

He raised a brow. "You sure?"

You nodded. "I'll be quick."

Terrace Road was one of the rougher neighborhoods in the city, where people like drunks, addicts and criminals roamed the streets.

"Dad?"

Your dad was one of them, he was one of those people casted out of society.

"Dad?"

Ruben dropped you off in front of a run down building, it's main attraction was the bar located at the corner of it. The bar was partly empty when you entered, your dad however, had a seat reserved for him at the bar.

"D/N?"

His hunshed back figure shifted as you called him by name. Many heads were already turned your way after walking into the bar, high heels and dressed in full graduation attire.

"I tried sending you an invitation." You said, waving your diploma for your dad to see, however, he wasn't there. You recognized the eyes looking back at you but the man you once called dad was long gone, devoured by depression and drowning in alcohol.

"Your landlord said you moved tho. Where did you move to?"

You took the seat next to him in the bar. This reminded you of your last visit with your father. That was three years ago. He had been unresponsive back then too.

"I went to the cemetery." You said, pausing, to see his reaction. It was nothing though. He had stopped looking at you and kept his eyes ahead of him, distant from reality, gone forever.

"It looks nice, thier graves." You wiped a tear that had run down your cheek. "Do you go to see them sometimes?"

This summer would be exactly ten years since you lost your mother and little brother in a tragic car accident. Your dad had been driving them home after a walk along River Medlock. They were on their way to pick you up from football training. You remember that day as one of your worst, because no one ever came to pick you up from training and no one ever would again. About five years post the tragic event your dad started seeking comfort in alcohol. A part of you blamed your self for this because that was around the time you went away to law school.

"Dad?"

It was to no use. Perhaps he had forgotten the sound of your voice altogether. The only parent you had was gone but not dead. For some reason you saw no difference in that.

"Dad,  I'm going now." You stood. Perhaps this would be the last time you'd come to visit. It was getting to painful to do it.

"Whatever he needs, give it to him." You said, handing the bartender a bundle of cash. She gave you a sympathetic smile, pocketing the money.

You turned your heels, ready to walk out of your father's life forever, when...

"Your mother..."  He said.

You didn't dare to turn your back and look at him, however, that was his voice.

"Your mother would be proud." He said, words clear as day to you, but perhaps inaudible to anyone else in the bar.

Your lips trembled. "Thank you."

Picking up your steps, walking out of the bar.

You remember crashing into something warm and solid, Ruben, who stood waiting for you by his car. He could have said I told you so, he could have said that coming back here was a stupid idea, but all he did was hold you, letting you cry in his arms.

You came home and took a bath.  Ruben had bought all your favorite foods from a local restaurant that you loved, however you had no appetite, all you wanted was for this day to be over, a day you would remember that no matter how much you achieved in life there was no one left in your family to witness it.

"Look what I found."

You left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your head. You paused on your way to your bedroom, seeing Ruben on the floor, an old vinyl record in his hand.

"What is it?" You frowned.

Ruben always had a thing for collecting old records. Somthing you learned after the two of you first got together.

"It's Ella Fitzgerald." He said, holding up the vinyl disc. "Let's listen to her."

"Ruben I don't..."

You were really not in the mood. Usually you would love listening to his old records and dance around the living room. But right there, right now, all you wanted to do was go to bed.

"Stars shining bright above you..."

Then a wonderful voice sparked through the record player, capturing your heart in an instance.

"Night breezes seem to whisper I love you..."

"She's good, no?" Ruben stood from the floor and approached you.

"Birds singin' in the sycamore trees..."

"Yes." You said, taking the hand that Ruben was offering you.

"Dream a little dream of me...."

He pulled you close and started swaying you around the living room.

"Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me..."

"I'm proud of you, you know that right?"

"For graduating. Thank you." You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder.

"Dream a little dream of me...."

"No." He chuckled. "For still thinking of your family, wanting to visit them."

"I don't have a family." You muttered.

"Stars fading but I linger on, dear...."

Ruben pulled you back with a surprised look in his eyes. "No? What am I then?"

"Ruben." You sighed. "You're...You're..."

"Yes?"

"Still craving your kiss..."

"What she said."

"What?"

The voice of Ella still belted out around you, filling the apartment with a sense of peace and love.

"You're my home Ruben. My only home."

"Y/N." He pulled you close, your head surrendering to his comforting shoulder.

"Say I'm your home too." You said, hands digging into the hem of his shirt.

"Your my home." He whispered. "My everything and my home."

Slowly he swayed your body to the music, you sniffles muffled up against his shoulder. Life wasn't perfect but with Ruben it was good enough to go on.

"Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me...."

[hischierdevils]

Best Years | J.M.

note: the fact that there is no marino content on this app should be a crime. this was inspired by Best Years by 5sos

summary: y/n has to leave john behind in order to follow her dreams. can they find their way back to each other?

warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and throwing up

wc: 1.5K

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darlin', the future's better than yesterday

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Meeting John at a bar in Pittsburgh on a rare night out seemed like fate but you knew it was a temporary situation. John’s focus was on hockey, playing for the Penguins, and yours was on finishing your degree at your parents orders and getting the hell out of town. 

Hooking up with him turned into late night facetimes and texts when he was out of town. John wore his heart on his sleeve and warned you early on that he was falling for you. You told him your relationship had an expiration date, once you graduated you were gone. 

He agreed, even though it hurt him to think of you as someone temporary in his life. The day of your college graduation, he showed up in a nice suit holding a large bouquet of flowers. He cheered you on as you walked across the stage and in return, you broke up with him. 

He was devastated but you reminded him that the two of you were always going to end that way. You didn’t allow yourself to dwell on how you were feeling, you just packed your bags and moved to New York City, determined to become a dancer and prove your parents wrong. 

Things were rough at first, grinding away at two different jobs in between auditions. You were always so busy that it took a while for you to realize how much you actually missed him. Once you did, you tried filling the void with other guys that seem to resemble John in one way or another. 

He was always your biggest supporter and when you book your first Broadway show, he’s the first person you want to call. You haven’t talked to him in months and you wouldn’t blame him if he never wants to hear from you again but you find yourself calling anyway. 

Not only does he pick up the phone, but the two of you talk for hours. He just got traded to the New Jersey Devils and now lives twenty-five minutes away from you. At the end of the conversation, you agree to meet up for dinner to catch up. 

I wanna hold your hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

You did all these things for me when I was half a man for you

I wanna hold your hand while we're growing up

For the last six weeks, the two of you have been talking non-stop. You’ve gone to a couple of his games, sitting down by the ice wearing his jersey. You’re both taking things slow, easing your way back into friendship. You know you hurt him and he’s a little more guarded with his heart this time around. 

John comes to opening night with Dawson and Jack in tow. When the show is over, he finds you backstage with a large bouquet of flowers in hand. You can tell he’s nervous when you greet him with a kiss on the cheek. He’s probably thinking about the last time he brought you flowers. 

“Hey, you were amazing.” He smiles at you before handing you the flowers. “These are for you.”

“You’re the sweetest, Johnny.” You can’t help but grin as you bring the flowers to your nose to smell them. “But I was only a member of the entourage.” 

“But you were the most beautiful one up there.” He blushes as he says it, immediately thinking he’s overstepped. 

“Y/n, is your boyfriend coming to the after party?” Lylah, one of the other dancers, asks you. 

You and John talk at the same time. “Oh, he’s not my-”

“I’m here with my friends-” 

“If they're half as cute as you honey, I'd love for them to come.” Lylah winks at John before walking away and you feel a little bubble of jealousy in your gut as you turn your head to look at him. 

“If you have plans that’s okay.” You tell him. 

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Do you want me there?” 

Your heart squeezes at the double meaning of his words. “Of course I do.” You’ve already messed this up once, you’re not going to push him away again. 

John, Jack, and Dawson head to the club with you and your friends to celebrate your opening night. Everyone notices that John doesn’t let go of your hand but no one mentions it since the two of you seem to be pointedly ignoring it. 

As the night progresses, the pull you feel for John gets stronger and stronger. You want him to hold you in his arms like he did before you ruined everything but you know you can’t ask that of him anymore so you drink instead. 

When you seem to be having trouble walking on your own, John calls it a night. He doesn’t want to overstep with you, but he also wants to make sure you get home safely. “Y/n, where are your keys?” He asks you as he helps you out of the bar. Jack left a little while ago with a girl so Dawson helps him hold you up. 

“Wanna go with you, Johnny.” You mumble as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

John bites his lip, debating on if he wants to go through your purse or not. He could easily take you with him to his apartment but it’ll kill him in the morning when you leave. “I’m gonna get you home, y/n.” 

You look over at Dawson with squinty eyes. “The tequila comin’ back.” Dawson barely has time to step out of the way before you’re puking on the sidewalk. John grabs your hair and uses his hand to hold it in a ponytail as your body heaves your stomach contents up. 

“It’s okay.” He whispers to you as you start to cry. “You’re okay.” He wipes the tears from your cheek with his thumb as he decides to bring you to his place. He’s not sure if your roommates are home and he doesn’t want to leave you alone in the state you’re in. 

“Mmm so sorry Daw-son.” You mumble as you fully lean into John’s side. 

“It’s alright.” He smiles at you reassuringly. “I’ve watched hockey players do keg stands. You’re fine.”

John ends up giving you a piggyback ride to where Dawson’s car is parked and he sits in the backseat with you as the three of you go to New Jersey. He gives you some of his clothes to sleep in and you manage to change into them yourself before passing out in his bed. He makes sure you’re comfortable on your side before taking his pillow and going to sleep on the couch. 

But I'll build a house out of the mess

And all the broken pieces

I'll make up for all of your tears

I'll give you the best years

The first thing you do when you wake up in the morning in a strange room with men’s clothes on is panic. You have no memory of leaving the club or flirting with any guys. Your stomach rolls with nausea at the thought of you hooking up with someone-anyone that isn’t John. He was with you last night. Did he watch you leave with someone else? He’s never going to talk to you again. 

You hear footsteps in the hallway and quickly close your eyes, not yet ready to meet whatever stranger is going to be walking through the door. 

“Y/n?” A familiar voice says your name softly as you hear the door open. “Are you awake?” 

You open your eyes to see John standing beside the bed watching you with concern. “John? Oh, god. What did I do?” You sit up quickly which seems to be a bad idea, and John quickly picks up a garbage can from the floor so you can dry heave into it. 

“Nothing happened, y/n.” He explains as he holds your hair back for you. “You were drunk and I brought you here so I knew you were alright.” 

You start crying again from his kindness. “I’m so sorry I fucked everything up between us.” You tell him. “I never meant to hurt you. You were the best thing in my life. I just had to get away from my parents and prove I could do it-” 

You start sobbing so hard that he gets in bed beside you and pulls you to his chest. “It’s alright, y/n. You told me from day one that that’s how it was going to be. I fell in love with you anyway.”

“Do you-” You hiccup. “Do you think you could love me again?” 

He smiles and kisses the top of your head. “I never stopped loving you.”

You pull your tear-stained face away from his body to look at him. “Can I be your girlfriend again?” 

He smirks because you never referred to yourself as his girlfriend before but now doesn’t seem like the right time to say that. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want to be, I'm yours.”

[sofiiel]

Date: theme park with Eddie

He asked for triple scoops at the cotton candy stand.

He nomed a piece of said candy and then kisses you so it melts as you kiss.

He's stuck between the biggest ride and the photobooth because he's torn between "I must ride the machine of death and terror" and "I need adorable snaps with my lover" his head is turning left and right as he tries to decide which direction.

Eddie picks the biggest ride. At first, he throws his hands up, and suddenly he's squeezing the life out of you, at the drop. Then that scream becomes a joyous cackle. He's having a blast, but he is still got his arms locked around you as best he can manage. You know, for safety reasons.

You've lost him in the midway games and can't find him. Eddie tries to win you the biggest prize, and he's tried three different games, several times. He trudges back to you with an arm fool of the smallest prizes and a pout - only to find you won him a giant stuffed creature. He did however win a kiss from you.

He spots a man walking on the tallest stilts he's ever seen and follows him around, asking questions about how hard it is to do and how long it took to master. He then looks at you. "Babe, we're getting stilts. I will play the filthiest solo on stage in those god-damn stilts."

Eddie wants pictures with all the characters and mascots. He's somehow dragged a few of them to get in the photobooth with the both of you.

You go on the water ride, several times. Mostly because it's really doing it for him to see you drenched from head to toe.

Smoking weed in the back corner behind something. He wants to be high as a kite when goes on the space themed ride and the haunted ride. If you don't smoke it ~ that's fine. He'll happily entertain you while you're 100% lucid by tripping out at everything.

In the haunted house, he accidentally backhanded one of the actors who jumped towards you after you got scared and scream "Eddie!". It was a natural reaction. He had to apologize and you two run before you get kicked out.

Doing a bungee jump ride. While preparing to go, Eddie's saying his last I love yous. "Babe, if the string snaps....I was happy to spend this one moment with you, than the rest of my life alone." But when you two jump he's nearly giggling and when it's over he looks at you saying "25 more times, please, please."

You two are doing the cutesy couples 'ha ha i bumped you silly!' thing with the bumper cars. Ignoring almost everyone else. Until one guy wanting to kill the sweetness rams his cart into you - Eddie goes off, terrorizing them the whole time while rage cursing. The guy might actually have whiplash.

Eddie bought a ring from the coin gacha, and offers it as a promise ring in the tunnel of love, when the couples cam is on you. You've got it on photo for all time.

Poor Eddie road the tilt'a'whirl after gorging on what amounts to carni food. You stood there rubbing his back and holding back his hair and desperately trying to tune out the retching sounds. "oh god that was stupid, that was so, so stupid." he's muttering.

Eddie loses you in the crowd for the smallest millisecond, and he's climbed up on one of the park statue's shouting your name out over the sea of people.

You've gotten matching touristy merch from the park and instantly change into it for the rest of your trip.

Every single ride must be ridden thrice. At the very least.

But if you don't like a ride, Eddie will happily go it alone, he's waving you to you and talking anytime he spots you. Even if he's way up high, he's shouting. "This is amazing!" - "You look so little!" - "Hiiii sweetheat!" - "It's too fast!"

You aren't leaving without a balloon animal, and one of those foam animals that 'walk' as you drag them with the wire leash.

He's taken to holding your hand the whole time, so he won't lose you in the crowd again.

At lunch eddie starts to wind down and he's in his 'yeah, I'm gonna be that boyfriend mode' and he's trying to feed you part of his food because "you have to try this."

Shhh, you've written your names in the bathroom stall with sharpie...and behind that ride you *probably* low-key banged behind.

Eddie's somehow ended up with 300 raffle tickets. He isn't sure how, and neither are you - you don't even know where the raffle is. but hopefully you'll win something nice.

There's a band of characters playing instruments to amuse the visitors. You sneak up to them and ask them to play a specific song and dedicate it to Eddie. When he hears it, Eddies looking at you the same way people watch the happy ending of romance movies.

He's doing that thing where he tries to hop over statues/trash cans/barrier things. As if it'd impress you and yes it goes wrong, and he gets a rude awaking in a very sensitive spot. - time to go kiss it better 🙄

He's collected so many pictures that it's ridiculous. You've had to buy a tote bag for all of them, plus the theme merch, plus the pile of little prizes.

On a forgotten note: Eddie lectures of park employees the importance of keeping his giant prize you won him safe every time he has to leave it to get on a ride.

Playing sheriff vs outlaw on the merry-go-round.

Cuddling close while in the animal exhibit as you marvel at all the creatures. Trying to pick out which animals remind you of loved ones back home.

Singing pirate shantys on the ship ride.

You have been at the park all day, night is falling and after watching a light show they put on. Eddie kisses you under the neon lights of the parks' entryway. He's paid off some rando to snap a picture of the moment for him without you knowing, so he can surprise you with it later.

[burntheedges]

2024 Fic Reading Tracker - March

We're back! I kept it up for another month. Couldn't have done it without @the-blind-assassin-12 Alyssa's March Fic Madness challenge! Find my 2024 fic reading tracker masterlist and blank tracker here.

I read fewer fics and words in March than in February or January, but I read some longer ones and I wrote more (that's all coming soon). Graphs and monthly fic recs below the cut!

March Fic Reading Stats

# of fic reading instances: 119 # of words read: 1,251,818

Fics by fandom

PPCU = Pedro Pascal cinematic universe You may notice the count is different from the count on my March Madness Tracker - it's because of how I count reads vs. fics.

PPCU Fics by Pedro character

We have a new addition, folks! This is Pero's first month appearing in the data.

Fic recs

Like previous months, I'm going to choose some fics I definitely recommend with a random number generator (1 through 119). But I also collected all of my PPCU fandom reads with links and tags into these two lists for Alyssa's March Fic Madness! They're organized by Pedro boy.

March Fic Madness - Fic Recs 💕 pt 1

March Fic Madness - Fic Recs 💕 pt 2

And a few fic recs via random number generator from my reading tracker:

Confetti by @secretelephanttattoo Fandom: PPCU, Marcus Pike x f!reader, 1.5k, Rating: M summary: You're at a wedding when a handsome brown eyed man steals you away. (part of El's Quiet Moments collection - and so cute and spot on for Marcus 💕)

Centrifugation by @theclairvoyage Fandom: PPCU, Joel Miller x f!reader, 27k so far, Rating: E summary: You’re the star phlebotomist at the local plasma center, and the job has been increasingly mundane as of late… until a new and handsome Texan donor comes to the center and changes that, and the rest your life. (I loooove this reader and Joel 🥰)

DECLINED by @alltheirdamn (link to part 1) Fandom: PPCU, Joel Miller x f!reader, 14k so far, Rating: E summary: You're on a cross-country road trip when your tires blow, and you're forced to get them fixed at a small town mechanic shop. When your card declines, you only have one other option to get your car back. (mechanic!Joel!!!!)

your mama's got plans and your daddy's aim is true by storm_petrel Fandom: Mass Effect, Female Shepard x Kaiden Alenko, 6.5k, Rating: M (ao3 link) summary: There was no Alliance manual for trying to drag two trillion people fighting and screaming through absolute certain death, and there was nothing about what to do when you unexpectedly got spat out on the other side, either. And there was definitely nothing about what to do if your hot, older-than-you, currently missing-in-action boyfriend knocked you up at some stage in that sequence of events. (I love this fic 😭 cw: pregnancy)

... see you next month!

[transingthoseformers]

Consider: Pharmatarnsaurus:Tarnsaurusma?

Pharma with his two big and very dangerous boyfriends/conjunxes (help him)

Deathsaurus not being opposed to the arrangement cuz of possible"More mates more hatchlings" predacon reasoning methinks

Tarn being confused how he ended up with two partners

YES

I'm imagining that what happened is there wastarnma, it ended, tarnsaurus began, Pharma came back through anomalous means, Des went "and this beautiful mech is your ex?" "... We never formally broke up but yes", ??? stage, tarnmasaurus ensues

I think a decent amount of this relies on how well Pharma and Deathsaurus get along well, and I'm just imagining Deathy trying to court Pharma proper and encourage Tarn to do it too (after all, it's a second shot)

Would it be healthy? Not in canon. But we're living in a world better than canon (lies) (but also not lies)

Plus, this is a VERY different brand of Pharma than the one Tarn last saw, a lot has gone down since the last time he's met him. Hell, he had heard news that Pharma was dead (he was) (he got better) (I'm getting an image in my head of how this goes down and it involves some bending of the plot). That has it's ups and downs.

We need to send Tarn in a mess, and I have ideas how to do this

[thecameronchronicles]

The Other Side of Drew

TW: rough sex. DominantDrew! Language. Degrading Language. Edging. Teasing. 

SUMMARY: Drew decides to teach you a lesson when your teasing goes a bit too far…

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Requested*

The Other Side of Drew

Drew could not be any more different than the roles he played before a camera. Portraying the archetypes of men controlled by their vices, lacking the ability to differentiate between right and wrong by the acts of selfish indifference, he rivaled this to every degree. And for the most part, you favored this as he was chivalrous and kind, always a source of comfort and reliability,  where others in your past would abuse your loyalty, which you gave tenfold to your amorous boyfriend. 

However, you also couldn’t help but tease him because of this. The way he would take his time, thoroughly and efficiently, always left you satisfied with the perfect hum of an orgasm remaining for some time well after the sweat had dried. And yet, you wanted more. Specifically, you wanted to see what existed beneath this sweetness…

And so you set the stage. His favorite shampoo lingering through your locks in loose tendrils and a high bun so he could apply pecks across your neck as he loved to do every so often to take in your scent. A dress complimenting your figure to every degree wrapped around the frame he knew well, now harbored his beloved set of lingerie in preparation for his discovery. You ensured you were as angelic and mouth watering to him, having taken notes throughout your relationship to just what it was he loved most about you, before appearing to him as a vision as you made your way out of the back bedroom. He had only remained invested in his cufflinks for a second before you came to view. 

“Shit…” Although it had been your intention to garner such a reaction, to hear it made you grin a schoolgirl smile as you never got tired of making him speechless. 

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to focus on anything except you in this dress…” He moved behind you in the mirror set just beside the door, the same one harboring your keys, as you reached to apprehend them with a playful eye roll playing back to you in the reflection, "Maybe have to bend you over one of those tables right then and there…"

“Not like you'd actually do anything about it…" You teased, casting bedroom eyes to him in the mirror as he raised his brows in consideration of your challenge. 

"Don't think I will?"

You turned to him, hand to his chest, before offering a confident smile. 

"You're too…soft. Sweet." Your choice of words had become blows to his ego, that amusement fading to something you'd never seen before, spread across his face. 

"You're too gentle, you'd never do anything rough-"

His jaw cocked to the side as he slowly nodded, taking the keys from your hand, before leading you down the steps of your apartment. For a moment, you'd questioned if you'd really hurt him as he did take pride in knowing your sex life was satisfactory. The question weighed heavy on you as you would turn to address him, feeling him take you against the open wall opposite the one with the railing, before taking his hand to your next. 

"THIS too soft for you, baby?" He asked while applying a small amount of pressure to test the limitations of this kink while you kept your eyes to him with renewed excitement. 

"How about THIS?!" He grunted while taking your hand to his pants, unbuckling his belt and leasing you to his shaft, fully prepared to take you when the moment would beckon. 

"You wanna tease me, sweetheart? Huh? Tell me I'm too soft? Tell me I won't do it because I am too gentle? Maybe not at a restaurant with our friends, but we're alone now, aren't we?" There was something almost sinister in his voice to this remark, as if for a moment he was no longer Drew but one of those morally gray characters he portrayed. And it thrilled you to be on the receiving end of it. 

"Drew…" Your eyes shot in both directions of the steps as he moved quickly to the lower steps, reaching beneath your dress, and removing your panties. But instead of burying himself inside of you as he may have in any other instance, he carried them to your mouth. 

"Open-"

"Drew-" At the utterance of his name, the fabric was forced beyond your lips. 

"I'll take them out when I want to hear you talk. Until then, I'm gonna show you JUST how gentle I can be-" You were turned against the wall, absent any form of solace for a grip, as he bent you forward until his cock became aligned with your folds. 

"Are you this wet because you know how hard I'm gonna fuck you or because you want everyone to hear you come?" He asked this as more of a rhetorical question as you moaned at the idea. 

"That's the difference, baby. The gentle and sweet Drew would have spent hours making sure you were fully satisfied. Eating you out for however long it took before you were shaking…fingers curling JUST right-" Your nails clawed against the wall as you were desperate for even a second of what he spoke of, but his torments continued. 

"And finally when I was throbbing from watching you moan like that for me, arching your back from all that pleasure…I'd make love to you. Because that's what a sweet…and gentle boyfriend does-" You groaned as he kept a hand to your back before pulling your hair to leave you at somewhat of a bend so he could speak to you with this display of dominance. 

"But that's not what you're gonna get. You want rough and wild? Then that's that's you'll fucking get-" He was inside of you without the usual care of a slow insertion. 

As if now a wild animal let loose in the wild, he was untamed and animated, pumping in selfishness against the absence of your pleas. Drew was always attentive to share those sensations. If you were on your knees for him, he was using his foot between your legs, if you were riding him, he was playing with your sensitive nipples to increase your pleasure. But for now, he remained devoted to his release and his alone. 

"This what you wanted? Huh baby? So rough you can't fucking speak?" He teased as the panties remained in your mouth. 

"You want to fucking toy eith me? Tease me?" You attempted to lower your head for some form of stability, before feeling him pull you tighter. 

"THIS. IS. WHAT. YOU. FUCKING. GET." He spoke each word with a cruel thrust, slowly pulling out of you, only to continue in repetition until you his point now hung on the air. 

Your pleas were muffled beneath the panties, bringing him to tear them away as you gasped for breath. 

"Better make it quick, I'm losing my fucking patience-"

"Please Drew!"

"Oh, you wanna come, don'tcha sweetheart? Want me to rub your poor little clit?" He teased this, drawing circles just beyond the nerves he knew needed such a release as his words sounded sincere enough, at least they would have been if not for the sinister smirk that followed his question. Still you nodded through your whimpered, hoping it would be enough to convince him to take pity on you, but he was reveling in his torment of you. 

"That's what a gentle boyfriend would do…he'd make it soft and giving…make love…" You nodded. 

"But I'm fucking you. Because you wanted this. Because you challenged me. Because I'm NOT fucking gentle. I'm not fucking soft. And I will take you whenever the fuck I want, whenever I want!" His words became cold and harsh as he spent himself inside of you, a quickening pace through the utterance of words and clenched teeth, bringing him to this edge as you were winded before him. 

"And NOW we're gonna be late.." He groaned, leaving you behind as you found it difficult to walk, let alone follow behind him. But once you had, you found him waiting by the passenger side of the car, holding it open with annoyance for having to wait even longer. 

"I didn't mean-" You were sheepish, tears in your eyes from a denied orgasm, as he looked at you as if indifferent. 

"I want you to think about it the rest of the night…how easily I could make you come…but I won't. Because that would mean I was soft…" 

"You're perfect-" He silenced you with a kiss and a hand to your jaw. 

"If you manage to behave, maybe I'll make it worth it…" He slipped your ass as he moved to the driver's side of the truck before you were forced to endure this 'punishment'. As always, Drew didn't do anything half-assed and this was no exception…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271

[dreamy625]

Just keep dancing like we're twenty-two - one-shot

(Did I just use a Taylor Swift lyric for a title? Yes I did. I feel dirty.)

1983 and the Terror Twins, on a break between US dates of the Pyromania tour, are on a night out

Words: 2495

Content: Casual drinking, swearing

-----------------------------

“‘Ere, my mate thinks you’re fucking gorgeous”

“Oh does he? And who’s your mate?”

The forthright young man gestured behind him at another, also blond, but taller and skinnier and with considerably less swagger. When he realised he was being looked at, the second man ducked his head and stared fixedly at the floor.

“Cute,” thought Belinda, but she can’t be doing with shy, too much work for just one night. “Yeah, I don’t think so. But,” she reached out and smoothed down Phil’s collar where it had flicked up on one side, trailing her hand down the front of his shirt, “if you’re looking for some company this evening…? I just looove your accent…” She fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. 

“I, um, I don’t… not that I wouldn’t want… but you know… my mate… I can’t leave him on his own y’see.”

“Ah well, your loss, sweetie.” She patted him on the head and strode off to look for a more susceptible prospect.

And that was the fifth strikeout of the evening; the two women they’d danced with early on had turned out to have husbands waiting at home; the group at the bar were on a hen night and the bride unconvinced by Phil’s argument that she should take this one last chance to bag an englishman; the girl Steve had bought a drink for had just been dumped by her boyfriend and cried at him for 45 minutes until he asked the barman to call her a cab; and a glamorous blonde whose stiletto heels made her about six inches taller than Phil had just looked him up and down and said ‘no’ before he even opened his mouth! After this latest failure, they retreated to a table beside the dancefloor to soothe their bruised egos with more vodka, and maybe reconsider their strategy. 

“I promised I’d get you laid for your birthday and I’m standing by that. Though at this rate I’m going to have to shag you myself!”

“Thanks for the offer, mate, but you’re not really my type. I think we just have to face the truth, I’m unfuckable.”

“Bollocks, I’ve seen loads of girls sneaking out of your room. Unless you’ve just been playing Scrabble with them in there?”

“Not loads, and that’s different, that’s after shows. They want to get with the guy they watched on stage. When it’s just this,” he gestured down at himself, “they’re not interested.”

“You’ve just got to put yourself out there. It’s a numbers game - if you ask enough, one of ‘em’s gotta say yes. Basic statistics innit!”

“Maybe I don’t want just anyone who’ll have me.”

“Then that’s your problem; it’s not your ugly mug, it’s your attitude - too picky.” He scanned the club and then tilted his head in the direction of a couple of girls carrying brightly coloured drinks and weaving through the tables in search of somewhere to sit. “What about those two? A redhead, I know they’re your favourite.”

Steve looked, with only moderate enthusiasm. “Not bad. I do like her hair. Go on then, do your thing.”

“Alright.” He rubbed his hands together. “But you’ve got to make some effort. At least smile - all the birds go nuts for the Clark smile!”

The owner of the ‘Clark smile’ rolled his eyes but obligingly pasted on what he hoped was a friendly and appealing grin.

Phil stepped into the path of the two wandering women and, dialling his chirpy cockney persona up to maximum, waylaid them with, “Ladies, if you’d be so kind as to join us, you’d be makin’ two lonely travellers in your great country very ‘appy.”

The two women exchanged sidelong glances, and when the redhead opened her mouth, ‘nah, you’re alright, mate’ came out in an equally strong East London accent.

Phil gaped at them - he was relying on American girls swooning in the face of British charm and had no back-up plan for unexpectedly encountering two of his fellow countrywomen, so all he could do was watch as they carried on their way, giggling. 

Steve shook his head, the enticing smile turning into a grimace. “This is getting embarrassing.” He drained the last of his drink and dropped the glass back on the table with a clunk. “I’m going for a piss.”

When he got back, Phil was talking to a petite black woman in a bright blue dress at the bar and, miracle of miracles, she actually seemed to be talking back. 

“Yep, it’s definitely me that’s the problem,” he muttered under his breath. “He’s sodding Erol Flynn when I’m not there cramping his style.” He was highly tempted just to go back to the hotel and leave his Twin to it, but before he could make the move, Phil spotted him and waved him over.

“This is my mate I was telling you about; Steve, meet Denise, and this is Suzy.”

A woman Steve hadn’t noticed before, slouching against the bar, lifted her hand in a lacklustre greeting. She was tall and a little mousey in comparison with her brightly-attired friend, and would be pretty enough if she didn’t look quite so grumpy. She would be the designated 'have you got a friend for my pal who's too inept to find someone himself' then. Oh well, better than playing gooseberry again - frequently Steve's fate on nights out with Phil.

Small talk was not Steve’s forte, and the best he could manage was essentially ‘what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?’.

“So, err, what brings you and your friend here tonight?”

“We were supposed to have dates, but they stood us up.” She glared at Steve who, as a representative of the male sex, was apparently at least partially to blame for this slight.

“Oh…sorry…” Not a great start. “They must be total idiots then,” he declared in a hopeful stab at gallantry. 

“Or we are, to have agreed to it in the first place,” she muttered, still frowning. 

Steve waved to the barman and ordered doubles of everything for everyone, hoping that alcohol would serve as social lubricant. After a fortifying gulp of his vodka and orange, he tried again.

"How do you and… Denise was it? Know each other?"

"We're roommates. We were at college together and decided to stay and get jobs after we graduated."

"What do you do now?"

"I'm a techie at the Paramount; Denise is a junior buyer at Nordstrom's. Much more glamorous."

"The Paramount? The theatre?"

"You know it?"

"I think we played there last time we were here. We're… in a band," he added offhandedly. 

"Your friend said. I wasn't sure I believed him; a lot of guys say they're in a band. If they think it's going to impress a girl."

"Oh. Well I don’t know about that, but we actually are."

"Is it one I'll have heard of?"

"Maybe. Def Leppard?" She looked blank so he half-sang, "Photograph… I don’t want your photograph…" and made some drrng drring noises with accompanying mime.

"Oh, yeah, I might have heard that on the radio. Not really my thing though, sorry."

Crestfallen, Steve didn't really have a comeback for that. He took a long swallow of his drink and looked across to where Phil was whispering into Denise's ear, something funny apparently given the giggling response. "Well they seem to be getting along nicely," he observed.

"Yeah. Sorry you're stuck with me."

"Not at all, nowhere I'd rather be."

"That's sweet of you, but you don't have to pretend. I'm always the consolation prize; I mean look at her, she’s so gorgeous, and tiny, and peppy, and I’m just this great galumphing giraffe next to her.”

“No, you’re very… err…” he floundered, looking for a word that was flattering but not patronising, “...elegant.” She rolled her eyes. “And you’re not that tall.” He straightened up and stepped nearer - her forehead was level with his eyes. “See,” he said, putting both hands on her waist, “perfect height! …For… dancing…?” he hazarded, suddenly realising just how up close and personal he had got. “Err, would you… like to?”

For a moment it looked like she was going to turn him down, but when a glance along the bar revealed the other two gazing into each other's eyes and clearly about ten seconds from sucking face, she acquiesced with a halfhearted ‘oh alright then’. 

Now Steve was no dancer but, since his feeble attempts at flirtatious chitchat had entirely failed, he had decided to deploy his only other weapon - making an idiot of himself in the hopes of at least raising a smile. It was a risky strategy, with embarrassment followed by a speedy retreat as likely a reaction as laughter, but at this point he had no other options and was just drunk enough to deem it worth a go. And obligingly the DJ was playing Prince so, having led them far enough into the dancing throng that he wouldn’t be a spectacle to everyone watching from the bar, he busted out his best, most exaggerated, hip-popping, shoulder-shimmying moves. For about twenty seconds Suzy just stood there staring wide-eyed as he threw himself around, then she shrugged and, to Steve’s delight, launched into a routine of her own that suggested she might have seen a few too many John Travolta movies! After bouncing and gyrating through three songs, to the increasing irritation of their fellow dancers who had to try and keep out of the way of Steve’s flailing arms, the DJ put on a smoochier number and Steve held out his hand and twirled his partner into a more typical slow dance hold. She leaned into him, out of breath but grinning.

“You are crazy!” she panted.

“Look who’s talking, Ginger Rogers!”

Looking over Steve's shoulder, she raised her eyebrows as she spotted their two friends still by the bar but now entwined like amorous octopuses. "I think it might be time for us all to get out of here, before those two commit an act of public indecency!"

Steve let himself be pulled off the dancefloor, feeling that this evening might be working out okay after all.

The boys' oh so classy hotel, with nylon bedspreads and perpetually dripping shower, appealed to precisely no one, so the group left the club for the short walk to the girls' downtown apartment. Progress to their destination was slowed by Phil and Denise's apparent need to have at least three body parts in contact at all times, and the other two opted to walk on the opposite side of the street, pausing at each corner for the lovers to catch up. Conversation flowed more easily now, Steve sharing stories of life on the road and Suzy detailing the backstage antics of the various bands who'd played at the theatre. When Steve let slip that it was his birthday, Suzy was a little sad to learn that, being so far from home, he hadn’t really done anything to celebrate it, just the few cards that had managed to make it to the right hotel on time and this night out with Phil.

“Oh no, I don’t think we’ve even got any cake. I could stick a candle in a packet of cookies if you like?”

“Mmm, burning plastic is so festive!”

“You're supposed to blow it out before it starts a fire, dumbass.”

“Ohh, that’s what I’ve been doing wrong!”

They stopped to wait for the dawdlers and Suzy asked, “There must be something nice I can give you for your birthday?” 

The way she said it - he wasn’t sure if he was being flirted with. “What did you have in mind?” he asked lightly, not presuming. But she just gave him a sideways smile and started walking again.

"So, coffee?" Suzy asked when they entered the small two-bedroom walk-up. But the other couple were practically clawing each other's clothes off in the hall and vanished into Denise's bedroom without even replying.

“I guess just me then,” replied Steve, feeling suddenly shy again now that the evening was rapidly approaching the point where he would need to make some kind of move. That was the advantage of the groupies - even if those girls weren’t necessarily the type he would have gone for in the regular non-showbiz world, they made most of the running and he didn’t have to find anything clever or suave to say beyond ‘ullo in his apparently adorable British accent. Real girls were harder and he was out of practice.

“Livingroom’s through there,” she told him, “make yourself comfortable.”

Taking cups out of the cupboard, Suzy reconsidered her original intention to maybe get Steve’s number and then send him on his way. Hook-ups weren’t really her thing, and the guys were only in town for another few days before disappearing to the other end of the country but… he was pretty cute, and funny, and it would be better than trying to avoid listening to the other two go at it all night through the wall. While the coffeemaker dripped, she used the darkened window as a mirror to fluff up her hair and wipe any stray mascara from under her eyes. Before picking up the two cups, she rearranged her top so it draped enticingly over one shoulder and added a swish to her walk as she re-entered the living room. However, she quickly realised that her feminine wiles would be wasted - their intended recipient was fast asleep on the couch. Briefly she considered waking him, but he looked so peaceful, and it was nearly 2am. She took the coffees back to the kitchen and poured both of them down the sink - no point being awake if there was no one to play with. She found a blanket and laid it gently over the sleeping man. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she murmured, and kissed him on the cheek. 

-----------------------------

Epilogue:

When Steve opened his eyes the next morning, it took him a minute or so to work out where he was - oh yeah, those two girls from the nightclub. Ah, but he was on a sofa and, he checked, fully dressed, so clearly whatever seduction technique he'd attempted had been rebuffed. 

“Morning, sunshine!”

A pretty girl with mussed-up hair and mile-long legs appearing from the bottom of a John Denver t-shirt was smiling at him. He smiled back while the words ‘Sarah… Samantha… Suzy!’ crawled through his befuddled brain.

“Do you want your birthday present?” She held out a toothbrush, new and still in its packaging. 

“But it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“Pretend. Bathroom’s second door on the left down the hall.”

Not awake enough to argue, Steve took it and shambled to the bathroom. When he reemerged, feeling a bit more with it after peeing, brushing his teeth, and washing his face with cold water, Suzy was leaning in the doorway of the bedroom opposite.

“Nice t-shirt,” he teased.

“Just get in here before I change my mind, birthday boy.”

[bteezxyewriter12]

Bullshit/ 1

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2.8k

Includes- Seonghwa being hot, masturbation, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, chair 💺 sex, sweat licking, sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

Note- This "series" was created because of the bullshit nonsense Seonghwa pulls while he's performing. His tongue, his hair, his faces, his dancing, his clothes- it all drives me insane. And he's not even my bias! (Bias wrecker). King of bullshit over here

Masterlists- check out for more fics

📝Masterlists 📝ATEEZ Masterlist

📝Seonghwa Masterlist

Part 2

⭐gifs from google

J POV

"Oh fuck him", I sigh, rolling my eyes as I watch my boyfriend on the monitor backstage

At how the camera man is panning his hot sweaty body

Hanna laughs, "What did Seonghwa do now?"

I hold my hand out to the monitor, "This shit"

The camera pans up to his face as he points in the crowd, his hair soaked in sweat, his jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in a black tank top

Sweat droplets are running down his neck and chest, one side of his hair hanging in his face, an intense and smoldering look on his gorgeous face

And I'm so turned on, my panties all wet

Fucking bullshit

"He's just standing there", Hanna teases

I glare at her, "Oh shut it! Like Wooyoung isn't turning you on right now"

"Oh definitely. But I handle it better than you"

I'll give her that

She silently watches him, but I see her eyebrow raises when he does something hot

I see her legs press together

And later at the dorm, I hear her screaming his name

Safe to say me, her and Mina, who's Yeosang's girlfriend keep everyone up at night when we're at the dorm

"Yes well I have to get his foolishness off my chest. Like look at him. Fuck"

He does a peace sign, then blows the fans a kiss, a hint of a smirk on his face as he winks

Goddamn it Seonghwa

I know that kiss is meant for me

"He does look hot", she agrees, "And you know he'll fuck you as soon as he's off stage if you want it"

Yeah I know

Three years together and we're still all over each other

We already had a quicky before the concert and I don't want to get him in trouble

We do have sex during concerts quite often

As does Mina and Yeosang; and Wooyoung and Hanna

Sometimes it's ridiculous especially when all three of us are in different dressing rooms and Hongjoong is screaming for them to come out

Poor Hongjoong is always stressed during concerts

I watch them start another song, Seonghwa running his hand through his wet hair

I can't

"That turns you on doesn't it?", Hannah teases

I just glare at her before looking back on the screen, just in time to see Seonghwa yell into the microphone

That's some sexy rock shit right there

He knows I love metal music where the vocalists screams, so I know that yell he did is for me

To turn me on

Jerk

I watch him continue to perform, walking around stage, bending down, the fucking lights on the stage so dim and red

His hair is perfect, one side pushed back showing his undercut that he knows I love, the other side falling in his face

This man always tries to style his hair the way he knows drives me insane because he wants me to jump on him

He wants me to want him

He wants me to take him from whatever he's doing and fuck him senseless

And I fall for it every time

He walks along the stage, pulling his jacket down, his arms exposed, looking so hot in that tank top and I'm done

"Ok that's it", I declare

"What?", Hanna asks

"I'm done with his bullshit. I'm gonna go get air. If he asks where I am tell him I'm calming down from his bullshit"

She bursts out laughing, nodding, "Ok Jo. I'll tell him"

"Tell him I said how dare he look that fucking sexy and flaunt it knowing I'm watching. And tell him he's a jerk!"

She has tears in her eyes from how hard she's laughing, "Ok. I will"

With that I leave the room, trying to calm down because I'll jump on this jerk as soon as he's off stage

Getting into an empty dressing room, I lean against the wall, breathing in

The effect this man has on me is fucking insane

He can turn me on in seconds, he can make me a mushy love dovey fool in seconds, he can calm me down when I'm angry just by holding my hand, running his fingers in my hair, hugging me

He can melt me into a puddle just by saying "I love you"

He knows what I need before I do

And he makes me utterly happy

But he's a fucking tease and he knows it

He does it on purpose

He drives me fucking insane

I'm so fucking horny and I have no idea how long this set is for

So I do the only thing that will give me some relief

Plopping on there chair, I slide my hand down into my panties, I put my fingers on my clit and start rubbing

🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉🐉

Seonghwa POV

Walking off the stage, I look around for her but I don't see her

She's always here when I finish a set

Did she go to the bathroom?

Staff members surround me as I look everywhere for her

We have a little longer time now before the end of the concert

I'm getting antsy

She's not here

"Seonghwa!", I hear Hanna calling me

"Yeah?", I answer, walking towards her

Wooyoung is attached to her, his arms around her, hugging her tightly

And I want to be doing that to my jagi

"Jo's in a dressing room-", she starts

"What why? Did something happen? Is she hurt?", I panic

I'm always afraid of something happening when I'm on stage and can't get to her

"No she's ok. Well...she's kinda pissed at you"

Pissed?

I didn't do anything

She was fine when I went on stage for this set

"Why?"

"Because you turned her on and she needed to cool down"

She what- oh...ok, I get it

"She wanted me to tell you that she's calming down from the bullshit you pulled on stage. And uh how dare you be that sexy and flaunt it with her watching. And she said you're a jerk", Hanna recites

I can't help the smirk that forms on my face

I love riling her up, getting her all hot and bothered while I'm performing

I know she's watching and I do it on purpose

It's only fair

She gets me turned on even when she's not doing a damn thing

She can just be sitting on the couch, watching TV and I'm turned on

She's absolutely stunning and I love looking at her

She is my world, she makes me the happiest I've ever been in my whole life

She's the one I'm going to marry, the one I'm going to have kids with, the one I'm going to grow old with and do everything in life with

I'm one hundred percent sure of it

She my soulmate

And right now, I have to find her

I don't know if that was her plan, to leave and have me go after her but I'm doing it

And when I find her, I'm gonna fuck her so hard, make her cum so good to hold her over until we get back to the hotel

Then all gloves are off and she's being railed all night

"Thanks for telling me", I tell Hanna, "I'm gonna go find her"

Hannah nods, her attention already on Wooyoung

As I head for the dressing rooms, I hear Hongjoong's worried voice

"Seonghwa where are you going?"

"I'll be back in a few minutes"

"Seonghwa we don't have time", he yells

Yeah well they'll make time

It's not gonna be long anyway

I don't answer him as I keep walking and I hear him yell, "For fucks sakes!"

As I move down the hall, I check in every room I see but she's not there

"Come on baby. Where are you?", I say to myself, continuing down the hall

Peering into the door window of the next room, my mouth drops when I find her

Her head back on the couch chair, her hands in her jeans and I know she's touching herself

Jesus I guess I did rile her up that much

She's never masturbated during a concert before

And I have to stop her

I don't want her to cum, I want to make her cum

Opening the door, I walk in, "That's my job"

She squeals, her eyes snapping open, her hand immediately pulling out of her pants

"Seonghwa, you scared the shit out of me"

"Well you're doing my job", I tell her, kneeling in front of her, undoing her jeans, "You know you can't touch yourself unless I tell you you can"

"But you pulled so much bullshit on stage Seonghwa. You do it on purpose to fuck with me. What am I supposed to do when I'm that horny?"

"Wait for me", I answer, slapping her thigh to get her to lift her ass up

She does and I slide her jeans and panties down to her ankles

"I can't wait for you! You have to perform! You can't do anything during a concert Hwa"

I lean to her, crashing my lips to hers, kissing her hard

"Watch me"

Lifting her legs up, I slide my head between them, leaving them on my shoulders, my mouth buried in her pussy

Her juice floods my mouth and I swallow, loving the taste

God I really made her so fucking wet

Swirling my tongue around her cunt, she yells in pleasure, her hand immediately in my hair, pulling so hard

"Seonghwa fuck, please don't stop"

I won't

Yes I'm on a time crunch but she matters more

Wrapping my mouth around her clit, I suck hard, desperately, needing her cum in my mouth

I'm fucking craving it, craving her

"Seonghwa! Oh my god Hwa!", she cries, her legs shaking around me, her hand pushing my head, my mouth against her cunt as she cums

Moving my tongue down, I lick as she cums, moaning so loudly from how sweet she tastes, how good her cream feels going down my throat

I can fucking eat her out for hours upon hours

As it is, I'm in her pussy everyday

My fingers, tongue, dick, every single day and I can't get enough of her

Never enough of her

As soon as she's done, I move back, pulling her down the chair until just her head is on the seat, her legs still around my neck

"Hwa!", she shrieks

"I got you jagi", I tell her, undoing my jeans, pulling everything done, "I won't ever let you fall"

Aligning myself to her, I shove my cock inside, burying my whole length inside her in one shot

Holding the outside of her thighs, I pull back then slam back in hard

"Hwa!"

"God baby. Feels so fucking good", I moan, pleasure filling me right away

Her cunt is always so tight, sucking me in like she can't get enough of me

I keep pounding away, into her warm wet cunt, hitting her spot over and over as she spasms so pleasurably hard on my dick

"My cock making you feel good baby girl?"

"Yes Hwa, fuck faster"

"Anything for you baby", I tell her, increasing my speed

There's so much pleasure all over her face, pleasure I'm putting there and I love it

I love pleasing her

"Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum, Seonghwa!", she screams doing just that and throwing me into fucking bliss

"Yes baby, coming around my cock so fucking good. Fuck, drown my dick in your cream baby"

She just keeps screaming my name while I fuck her through her orgasm

"Hwa, oh my god", she cries, her head pushing back into the seat cushions, sweat rolling down her neck

And I just want to lick it

"Open your legs more baby, want them around my waist", I tell her when she's done, "Wanna kiss you"

She spreads her legs and I manage to wiggle the top half of my body through them keeping her legs high on my waist

Next time I have to remember to take her shoes off for easier manuvering

Holding her ass to keep her up, I fuck into her, pressing my lips against hers

She kisses me back, her tongue in my mouth, her hands shoving the jacket down my arms

"Take it off", she says between kisses

Moving one hand around her back, I move her up, getting more of her on the chair and higher on my knees

Taking the jacket off, I throw it somewhere, grab her arms, wrapping them around my neck, picking her up

Staying on my knees, I lean her against the cushion seat, fucking her fast, splitting her little slit on my cock

Her hand goes in the back of my hair, pulling my head back

I feel her tongue lick my neck, her moans in my ears

"Fuck Hwa, you taste so good", she whispers, her tongue moving down to my chest, licking me

"No....no fair", I whimper, "I...I put you this way so I can...lick your skin, taste your sweat jagi. You taste so good"

Everything on her tastes good

"Me first", she says softly, "I wanted to lick you since you pulled that bullshit on stage"

If my bullshit causes this then I'm going to pull so much more in the future

Her tongue and lips against my neck, increases the pleasure and I'm so close

I need her to cum on me and I'm done

Moving one hand to her clit, I rub it hard as I destroy her spot, her spasms bringing me closer

"Hwa", she whines

"Let me lick you baby. Please. Let me do it while you cum"

She moves my head down towards her neck and I surge forward, my tongue running along her skin, tasting her sweat

"Fuck", I murmur, then continue licking as, she sits her fingers in my shoulder, screaming my name as she creams my cock, throbbing at an unbelievable speed

"I'm coming!", I scream in her neck, shoving my cock and shooting my cum deep inside her milking pussy, pleasure blinding me completely

She locks her legs around me, keeping me inside her and the ecstacy is so much that I keep screaming

"Shh baby", she shushes but I can't

Instead I bite on her neck, muffling my yells

She stiffens in my arms, yelling my name as she orgasms out of nowhere, her cunt drenching me in more cream

We both ride out the immense pleasure, gripping each other hard until it eventually fades

Only then do I pull out, gently putting her on the chair

I bend getting her legs over me as she slumps in the chair

Standing, I get my pants and boxers back on, fixing them, then kneel and pull her panties and jeans up

"Arms around my neck jagi", I instruct her and she follows

I stand with her, fastening her jeans

"Ok baby?"

She nods tiredly, letting go of my neck

"Lemme see your neck jagi"

She leans her head back, a dark black bruise forming around my teeth marks

"Shit jagi, I'm sorry", I apologize, kissing the bite mark

"For what?"

"I bit you hard baby. The bruise, it's bad"

She just rolls her eyes, "I'm fine Hwa. I don't care about a bruise. It'll go away"

"But-", I start

She pulls me to her, kissing me softly, "Don't worry about it"

I nod, "Ok jagi"

If she's ok with it then I am too

Picking up my jacket, I take her hand and lead her out the door, back towards the backstage

"There you fucking are!", Hongjoong roars as soon as I get into his view, "Get fucking changed now!"

Rolling my eyes, I get her seated first then take the clothes the stylist is handing me

"Damn Jo, you looked so fucked out", Wooyoung laughs

"Leave her alone", I snap as I change

Hair, clothes and makeup stylists surround me fixing everything they can

The makeup artist holds up lipstick to put on me

"Wait", I tell her, moving away from them all and going to her

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I tell her, "I love you jagi. You're ok to stay back here?"

She nods, "Yeah Hwa. Go baby and pull more bullshit so I can ride your cock at home"

She sounds so tired but I know as soon as we get home she'll make good on her promise

"I will baby. It's almost over ok?"

"Yeah. I love you Hwa"

"I love you Jo"

"Seonghwa!", Hongjoong explodes, "Finish getting fucking ready!"

"I am!", I shout

I get lipstick put on me, my hair combed back into place, my clothes fixed and I'm ready in seconds

"I'll be back jagi"

She gives me a tired smile, nodding

I smile then follow the guys up the stairs to the stage

The concert is almost over and I can be with my jagi all night

Getting ready for the next song, I plan more bullshit I'm gonna pull this set to drive her crazy