#meet cute or whateva....

[endofbeginings]

Since i started watching f1 ive had very few dreams about it (which is rare because i dream a lot and the things i watch constantly come up) but fernando is Always in them..... to be fair if someone is haunting me in my dreams freddy krueger style it makes total sense that its him right

[umhuhwellthen]

I don't know if any of you recall how after watching across the spiderverse I made a poll for what tarantula to be what inspires my new spidersona like how many others made some when into the spiderverse came out(which I did months late as well)

Well I redesigned my old spidersona and made the new one and I also wanted the new one to be tmnt 03 Mikey's boyfriend and based of the blue sapphire tree tarantula whatever the fuck

And that fucker is putting me through the goddamn ringer

Designing a spidersuit is so hard

I simplified the color palette and I know what the main two colors are but the webbing and accents are throwing me so hard. And while my old spidersona/OC has a new design and color palette I like, I'm still on the fence on how to color it exactly

I think I did too much too soon and should focus on the civilian persona before getting into the Spidey persona of the OC before tackling the suit again

Here's studies and brainstorming ig

Y'all I watched videos and took notes😭 trying to design these suits

The brainrot was strong, the spidersona that's pretty much done and just needs a finalized color palette is St⭐r-Spider aka Jaime(pronounced High-Meh not Jay-me btw) Rivera and the spider that inspired him is the mirror spider(thwaitesia argentiopunctata)

And the one whose suit is haunting me is Arturo Cuevas aka tmnt 03 Spider-Man, spider inspo the peacock tarantula(poecilotheria metallica)

[sugrhigh]

BACKSTAGE - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- your best friend caught the eye of the bass player in a band local to boston, your hometown, so you’re invited to the second to last stop of their US tour. they can definitely put on a show, and all of them are very welcoming when you meet them backstage. then there’s the asshole grumpy drummer with the inflated ego, who can’t seem to stop staring.

warnings- cursing, smoking, drinking, ???

band au (triplets are in their mid 20s)

drummer!matt x fem!reader (this song ^^ inspired me and it’s good af so i’m including it)

a/n: this has been brewing for a while and i kinda forking love this concept, i hope i brought it to life well! hope u enjoy and as always my inbox is open for whateva #kisses ****part 2 to come

@fawnchives @55sturn @teapartyprincess4two @l9vesick @sturnlova @cupidsword @junnniiieee07 @mattnchrisworld @cherrypostsposts

“are you sure you want to do this?” you ask her as you two linger by the bar at the back of the venue.

people are clearing out, all happily chattering after an incredible concert. you have to admit that it was a great performance, and the sold out crowd helped.

they’re a pretty talented band. and the bass player really wants your best friend.

all it took to get him interested was a single comment on one of his recent posts. adelaide is undeniably gorgeous, and she’s also built a decent following through her recent modeling jobs.

she stands out in any comment section and in crowds like these, so it makes sense that he hit her up. that’s why you’re here anyways.

mister bass player had invited you guys to the first of two sold out shows in this place. it’s the last stop on the band’s US leg, in their hometown, which happens to be where you and adelaide live.

“yes dude, for the hundredth time, im sure. and he’s waiting on us, so stop stalling. i know you have more balls than that.” adelaide gives you a pointed look.

you can’t help but roll your eyes. “i promise you i don’t care enough about what these guys think to be scared.”

“now that sounds more like you.” she teases as she pulls her phone out of her back pocket.

the light from the screen illuminates her face, and you watch as she taps something out quickly.

“chris said someone is gonna come get us.”

“can’t wait.” you smile sarcastically as you respond.

addy doesn’t even get the chance to yell at you about your attitude before a big buff guy dressed in all black approaches the two of you, dark hair slicked against his skull. SECURITY is printed across his jacket in bold yellow letters.

“you ladies enjoy the show?” his voice is deep, which matches his huge stature perfectly.

“oh, it was amazing! i’m assuming you’re jason?” adelaide beams at him, pushing her dark curls out of her face.

he nods once. “that’s me. you guys ready to head backstage?”

“yup, just lead the way.”

the two of you follow jason back down toward the front of the stage, around the protective barricade to a door that almost blends right in with the venue’s dark walls.

he knocks on it three times. another tall man opens it for him and ushers the two of you inside before people start to pay too much attention.

“dressing rooms this way.” the new guy leads you through the backstage area, down a narrow hallway until he stops in front of one of the doors. there’s a little placard with their band name on it, which is cute.

this time nobody thinks to knock, because it’s already pretty loud. once the door swings open the sound is even more overwhelming.

you count seven people, all sitting around on the couches and vanity seats in the dim lighting. three of them are nearly identical, which surprises you. you thought there were only two brothers in the band.

several bottles of champagne crowd the coffee table already, and they’ve only been off the stage for ten minutes.

all of them are watching the two of you now, and it makes you want to crawl out of your skin.

“look who it is.” one of the twins (or apparently triplets) that’s sitting on the couch sets his glass down and gets up to greet you.

his brown hair is long, longer than the others, hidden slightly by a black boston hat. he’s dressed in a celtics jersey and baggy jeans, clearly happy to be representing his city tonight.

“good to see you, chris.” adelaide smiles into his chest as he pulls her into a tight embrace that lasts for a few seconds too long.

“i promise it’s better to see you.” he smirks as he finally pulls away, not even trying to hide his gaze as he admires the way her outfit hugs her body.

then he turns to you, and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is shining directly in your face.

“it’s nice to meet you too, y/n. addy tells me you’re even cooler than she is.” chris says, wrapping his arm around your friends shoulder lazily.

“can’t argue with that.” you shrug with a grin, impressed that he remembered your name without having to ask.

he looks around and clears his throat, and the others stop chatting. “everyone, this is adelaide and y/n. introduce yourselves.”

one of the clones that was sitting beside chris speaks up now. “shouldn’t they know who we are?”

he looks directly at you with an uninterested gaze that’s somehow still so intense you almost lose your breath. he’s in all black, fluffy hair styled a bit shorter than chris’s.

his harley davidson muscle tee is cut off right above his black pants, revealing just the smallest sliver of his stomach as he leans back against the cushions casually. so many tattoos, so many rings.

it’s annoying that you notice this, even despite how pissed off you are at his stupid question.

“i hate to burst your bubble, but i wouldn’t be able to guess your name even if someone put a gun to my head.” you bite back without thinking, and laughter erupts around you.

“that’s exactly what you deserve for a dickhead comment like that, matt.” another currently-unnamed guy says.

he’s on the other sofa with the last of the carbon-copy brothers, arm around the waist of the beautiful girl that’s perched on his lap. the couple smile at you and adelaide.

“feel free to ignore him. i’m nathan, lead guitar.” he introduces himself.

“i’m his girlfriend jen.” the dark-haired woman chimes in, offering you a friendly wave.

“im nick,” the triplet sitting next to them finally reveals his name, “i’m not in the band, i’m just their tour photographer. my brothers got the musical talent.”

“kids a genius with a camera though.” chris adds, still sidled up against adelaide.

“names sam. i’m the singer.” a blonde boy with hair cropped close to his skull says with a nod.

he’s sitting on one of the vanity chairs that’ve been set up in a half circle, tipping the rest of his champagne back after he speaks.

“and i’m just his older sister gabby.” the girl beside him sticks her hand out, and you take a step forward to shake it.

“dont say just. and i love your necklace.” you compliment the barbed wire chain around her throat, and she waves her free hand at you, flushing slightly.

“you’re sweet.”

“it’s nice to meet you all. the show was fantastic, we had a blast.” adelaide addresses everyone with that award-winning grin you know and love.

chris leads her over to the couch and they sit down, pressed against each other like they’re attached at the hip. you have to admit it’s a little cute. you take the open chair next to gabby, opting to avoid sitting next to matt just to be near your friend.

“are you both from boston too?” sam asks, reaching to refill his drink.

jen gets up from nate’s lap to grab two more glasses from one of the cabinets, which is a kind gesture that you weren’t really expecting.

“yeah. we met in college and ended up staying in the city together.” you answer as he moves to pour your champagne next.

“that makes you what, 22? i am about to serve you alcohol.”

you can’t help but laugh, so adelaide answers instead. “we’re 25, but i’ll take that as a compliment.”

he puts his hands up in apology as you grab your glass. “so not recent graduates then, my bad.”

you can still feel matt staring at you, and when you meet his gaze over the rim of your drink he doesn’t shy away. your own eyes narrow slightly, because you dont understand why he won’t fucking quit it.

“what do you do for work?” nathan questions, and you finally break out of your trance to look over.

“i was in publishing for a bit, but i mainly model now.” addy responds first.

chris’s hand goes to grip her thigh endearingly as she sips her champagne. “can’t you tell?”

“stop it.” she nudges him slightly, though you can see a faint blush appear beneath her bronzed skin.

nate rolls his eyes before looking your way. “and you?”

“i’m a media manager for a few different brands.”

“really? like who?”

it’s matt speaking, you know even before you turn your head to meet his cold eyes once more. he’s challenging you, inked arms crossed over his chest defensively as he waits for an answer.

“well for one, those pants you’re wearing? i work with that company.” you reply bluntly.

you’d recognize those cargos anywhere, the faded star patches are a dead giveaway. matt’s face drops in surprise, and nick snorts, giving you a nod of approval that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“i can’t believe you work for vamped. we all get like, half of our wardrobe from there.” he admits.

“raiding her closet is a real treat, trust me.” adelaide makes it sound like a joke, but she actually does love to come over and steal all your favorite pieces.

it would be annoying if you didn’t love her so much.

jen smiles, cuddled back up on her boyfriend’s knee as she looks between the two of you. “i like you girls already.”

“yeah, and i respect anyone who can humble matt that quickly.” sam nods along in agreement, and you recognize that he’s talking about you in particular.

“oh, so i take it he’s like this all the time then?” your question is directed at sam, but you’re looking at the subject himself as you ask it.

“pretty much.” chris nudges matt with a silly grin, and he scowls in return, though he’s still watching you.

you can’t decipher what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, and you don’t like it one bit. to be fair, you don’t know him at all yet, but you know the type.

you’ve met enough high profile people through vamped to understand that this kid thinks he’s some kind of god, probably because his friends tell him so.

but you’re not his friend, and you don’t owe him any politeness if he can’t bother to reciprocate it. you keep your eyes on him as sam redirects the conversation away from the two of you, another challenge of your own, and he finally looks away a moment later.

you take it as a win.

a few rounds of drinks later you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, blissfully tipsy as you continue to swap stories about anything and everything with the rest of the group.

chris and adelaide are in their own little world, whispering shit back and forth to each other like school girls.

matt hasn’t said a single word to you since you name-dropped your highest paying client just to embarrass him. he watches the rest of you interact, though that burning gaze of his always seems to meet yours anyways.

its driving you crazy, and you’re itching for a quick pause from the socialization, as nice as (almost) everyone has been.

“i’m gonna go for a smoke.” you address the group, mainly adelaide, and you’re met with a couple nods.

“same.” matt replies gruffly, and your heart falters.

of fucking course.

he pushes himself to a standing position before you can protest, or say anything really. his shirt is even more cropped now that he’s stretched to his full height, and you’re staring straight at his exposed happy trail and v-line. you’re pretty sure you see the top of a small tattoo by his hip.

your mouth goes dry, and you busy yourself grabbing your little purse from the floor.

“hurry back, i wanna hear more about this PR box fiasco.” gabby points a finger at you as you get up next, and you smile even though you know it’s a weak attempt.

“i’ll be quick.” you promise her.

adelaide gives you a little wave goodbye, which doesn’t quell your nerves as you turn to follow matt, who doesn’t wait for you to catch up.

he just throws the dressing room door open carelessly, letting it swing back so you have to stop it with your hand before it hits you. you glare at the back of his head, though you follow him in silence because you don’t know the way outside.

another security guard stands in the hall, and matt greets him with a quick nod as he heads outside, once again neglecting to hold it for you.

you mutter a quick hello to the man before stepping onto the little back patio. it’s the end of summer, edging toward fall now, so there’s just a slight chill in the air.

he’s already leaned up against the brick wall, situated on one of the steps down to the gated parking lot. for the first time tonight, he’s actually not looking at you, and it’s somewhat of a relief.

you dig around in your bag to retrieve your crinkled carton of cigarettes, flipping the lid open to pull one out and stick it between your lips. you’re about to put them away when matt clears his throat.

“can i bum one?” he asks softly.

it’s the least aggressive he’s been all night, and it throws you so off guard you can’t find anything to say back so him. so you just nod slowly, grabbing another cigarette for him and passing it over.

“thanks.”

“you got a light? couldn’t bring mine in.” you mutter, though your words slur because of the cig that’s between your teeth.

matt nods, ruffling his hair with one hand as the other slips into his back pocket. he pulls out a red disposable lighter and ignites it in one swift motion.

he holds it up to your mouth, burning the end of the thin roll of tobacco. he’s staring at your lips, thinking about how soft they look wrapped around that filter paper.

matt doesn’t want to be wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own, because you embarrassed him. he hates being embarrassed, especially by someone who walked right into his dressing room like she owned it.

you’re unlike any girl he’s ever met, and he’s fucking entranced.

you inhale, glancing to meet his blue eyes as the smoke fill your lungs, completely unaware of his thoughts. it’s familiar, and it calms you down a little bit.

you pull it from your mouth to exhale, watching as he lights his own before slipping the plastic device back into his pocket. he slumps back up against the wall, kicking one leg up to steady himself.

it’s silent again for a moment while you both enjoy the brief hits of nicotine, letting the clouds swirl up into the night. you both go to ash at the same time, and he breaks the tension first.

“so, what did you think of the show, sweetheart? your friend spoke for you, but i’m sure you have your own opinion.” he says, one side of his mouth tilted up.

you weigh up his statement, rewinding to an hour ago. you guys were in the upper wing, right by the stage in the front row. the view was great, and the energy was definitely there.

you remember matt, sweaty and focused as he banged on those fucking drums like his life depended on it. your eyes were drawn to him for a lot of the performance, to the intensity he brought to the stage.

that was before you knew about his superiority complex, though you should have been expecting it. he is, after all, a rising rock star.

“it was good.” you reply bluntly, shrugging as you bring your cigarette back to your lips.

he fully smiles now, though it’s not a warm one. then he follows your lead and takes another drag as well, his tattoos shifting as his muscles flex and relax due to the movement.

“don’t fucking humor me.” matt finally says seriously, and you narrow your eyes.

“i wasn’t, but it doesn’t matter either way. you think you’re the shit regardless.” you snap back.

matt softens a bit at your tone, but he’s also backed into a corner. you confuse him, because you’re impossible to read. that’s never happened to him before, and it’s annoyingly enticing.

“you don’t know a damn thing about me.”

“i know your type.” you argue sourly, sucking in another mouthful of smoke.

he turns his full attention to you now, shifting so he can look you right in the eyes. you wish it didn’t intimidate you so much, but the way he’s been leering at you all night makes you sweat.

“and what type would that be, hm?” matt goads.

you nudge at the concrete with the toe of your sneaker, pausing briefly to compose your answer.

“you’re arrogant, which either comes from the fame or the praise, or most likely both. in fact, you’re so cocky that you probably can’t be around anyone without patronizing them. i bet they all tell you how talented and badass you are, but you wanna know what i think?” you ask him, taking a hit of your cigarette for dramatic effect.

and it works. matt is hanging onto every word, waiting for you to deliver the final punch as you take a step closer, blowing the vapor toward him.

“i think that the whole time, they’re just waiting for you to shut the fuck up.”

for a second the world is still, and neither of you move an inch. he’s just studying you, eyes skipping across your face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“you want to know what i think?” he questions you quietly, and you can’t help but watch his lips as they move.

so pretty and pink, and you know he would taste like tobacco and sweat. you want to give in, but you won’t. one thing about you is that you’re stubborn, and you refuse to make the first move for this asshole.

“i think you like it.” matt finishes, so close to your lips now that he’s practically whispering his words against them.

just as you think he’s about to kiss you, to give you the power you crave, he tosses his cigarette to the ground and snuffs it out before stepping around you.

the only reminder that the moment was real is the door slamming shut behind him.

[loveandmurders]

Why am I not dead already? (Lester Sinclair x gender neutral reader)

Hello there, you can find Bo’s version here and Vincent’s one here.

Hope you’ll enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of murders and violence, the twins are intense and Bo is an ass (nothing new), one or two strong words, mentions of sexual activity once, a little bit of angst but overall quite fluffy, Lester is madly in love with you.

Truth to be told, you had never been so in love in your whole existence.

If you had thought you knew what love was before meeting Lester, you soon realised how wrong you were.

Lester was your ray of sunshine, always joking around and making you laugh and feel happy.

He was able to make you forget about his family business and about your previous life. Actually, you had no desire to get back to an existence without him.

He was always so gentle with you, but you knew he wasn’t all soft and cute like he seemed to be. You knew he was 100% supporting the killing, otherwise he wouldn’t lead the tourists right to their death. In a way, he was Death’s messenger.

You also saw him beating a man to the pulp after the man almost shot Jonesy.

You knew you were living with a dangerous man, but as long as he was all tenderness and affection to you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

Except when you were with the twins.

You really liked his brothers.

They were decent with you, even if they were always eyeing you as if they thought you would run away and break their kid brother’s heart very soon.

Bo and Vincent both let you know they wouldn’t be very nice to you if you ever hurt Lester.

You had nodded in understanding and hadn’t dared talk about it to Lester, who wasn’t there when this happened.

Bo loved to joke around about “how long ya're still gonna be 'round”; he had even a little bet about it.

Vincent wasn’t commenting but he was so tense around you. You weren’t too sure why.

You weren’t feeling like you were particularly fitting in the Sinclair family, but as long as you had Lester by your side you were okay with it.

The twins were just worried you were going to run away at some point, but they thought you were a nice couple and they saw how happy you were making Lester. Bo never yelled at you or scared you off, and Vincent never made you feel uncomfortable.

It didn’t mean that they never threatened you.

Lester was unloading his truck as you were in the family house kitchen, tidying up around. Bo arrived from behind you and settled at the counter.

“Still ‘round, Y/N, that’s Lester’s record” he commented and you almost jumped as you hadn’t heard him coming in. It made him smirk his predatory smile.

“Well he’s good to me” you shrugged as you resumed what you were doing

“But for how long, ya think?” he continued to tease. You weren’t too sure if he was testing your love for him or something else, but you had to admit that it had been a little while since you had been wondering that same question too.

You weren’t fitting in, you weren’t a killer, you were just you.

“I don’t know” you whispered

“That’s good, don’t believe ya’ll be foreva here. Ya’re just a pet, and if ya annoy Les, or if he grows tired of ya, ya know how it’ll end” he continued.

“Yeah, I know” you replied as you turned around to face him.

Lester entered the room soon after, and he quickly noticed how serious both his brother and you were. It made him groan

“How ‘bout ya go back to work” he told Bo who scoffed at him.

“Whateva” Bo hummed before leaving the two of you.

Lester tried to cheer you up and helped you in the kitchen. You stayed quiet for the rest of the afternoon, and even more during the family dinner.

Bo was pleased you seemed to “finally” realise the situation; Vincent wasn’t too impressed. Of course, he wanted you to understand you needed to be good, but he also wanted Lester to be happy. And you were making him happy.

Lester was quick to finish his meal and to bring you home, away from the twins.

“So, what did Bo say?” he asked you as he was driving the two of you back to his place.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. You didn’t really feel like talking about it yet.

“No matter what he said, ya know he’s an ass. He thinks it’s his duty to look after me, and all. But he won’t touch ya or hurt ya.” he tried to reassure you.

“You sure about that?” you asked

“Of course, darl’. Ain’t be happy ‘bout it if he hurt ya” he sent you a gentle smile “Ya safe with me, I swear”

“You said that the day we met too” you hummed and Lester smiled even more at the fond memory.

You both perfectly remembered that day.

You were a lost tourist too, with a group of people.

You weren’t fitting in this group either. You didn’t even know why you were there. You were cute and polite, when they were rough and rude. Lester hated them right away, as he fell in love with you at the instant he saw you.

He had led your group to Ambrose, but he was hesitant to let you go without telling you anything. He didn’t want his brothers to hurt you.

You, you had trusted Lester the moment you met him, unlike Bo. You could tell there was something off with the way he smiled at your group as you were all leaving Lester’s truck.

You were about to put a foot on the ground, when you turned around to watch Lester.

“You sure we’re good here?” you had asked him with your perfect doe eyes.

“How ‘bout I show ya ‘round? Ya safe with me, I swear” he had replied and you had understood you were right about Bo.

You nodded and he drove the two of you off. Bo had been surprised, but he thought Lester wasn’t playing enough with tourists so he didn’t mind.

He hadn’t thought you would become a thing though. And a part of him was happy about it. But you weren’t a Sinclair yet.

You had been silent for a little longer.

“Why am I not dead, Les?” you finally asked and Lester stopped the truck in the middle of the road before turning to you.

“What?”

“Why am I not dead? I mean, I get why you didn’t kill me right away. But it’s been a few months now, we had sex, we had fun together and all… So I'm not too sure why I’m still around. Bo doesn’t seem to understand either. Vincent either to be honest. They both think I will run away from you”

“Will ya?”

You shook your head and he seemed to be relieved. He wasn’t too sure how he would handle you running away from him.

He knew his family was scary and that the killing was awful, and you were the best thing that ever happened to him, so he wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“Can’t promise I wouldn’t track ya down if ya ever ran away from me, but I wouldn’t kill ya” he told you and you watched him in surprise. Lester wasn’t often letting you see his darkest side.

“What would you do to me if you didn’t kill me, then?” you asked and he nervously chuckled

“Not too sure, I’ll probably lock ya up at home and find a way to convince ya to stay mine”

“Yours?” you arched an eyebrow and Lester looked away, slightly blushing.

“Yeah, mine. Ya’re mine” he said as he grabbed your hand and stared back at you. You were the only thing he ever truly wanted in his existence.

“It doesn’t really answer my question though” you said and the man in front of you frowned.

“What question?”

“Why am I still alive?” you repeated.

Lester kissed the back of your hand and gave you a cheeky smile “I thought it was pretty obvious”

“Ah yeah?”

“That’s ‘cause I’m fuckin’ in love with ya, darl’. Can’t shut up ‘bout ya when ya not here to hear it, and I told the twins to be nice to ya or else”

You stared at him.

“But it clearly didn’t work well. I’ll have another discussion with them. They need to understand ya’re part of the family from now on” he added as you moved to hug him, lost for words at the moment.

“Maybe you should marry me, to convince them I’m part of the family” you said, but you were only teasing because you were feeling quite overwhelmed by all the things your boyfriend was saying.

But Lester hummed in thought.

“Sounds like a plan.” he agreed and your eyes widened

“Wait what?”

“Forever mine, I like the sound of that” he continued, speaking to himself with a pleased smile on his face. “Ya ain't killin' the person ya’re married with, your partner obviously ain't runnin' away from ya, and ya’ll get my last name so it means you’ll be indeed a member of the Sinclair family. Yeah, yeah, a really good plan, Y/N. We’ll find rings tomorrow”

And truth to his world, you both got rings the next day and Bo married the two of you in the church.

You had been surprised how Bo had been quick to agree to play the priest. And after the “ceremony”, he started to treat you like a baby sibling: trying to boss you around, but always very protective of you.

As a matter of fact, Vincent started to be a lot more at ease around you, and enjoyed sharing embarrassing stories about Bo and Lester just to bond with you.

The answer to your question was quite obvious now; you didn’t get killed, because you finally fitted somewhere and it was in the Sinclair family.

You were a Sinclair until the very end.

[sinsandsuccubus]

The Boy is Mine - Meet The Harlow’s

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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cocojones: That ex he won’t forget.

dojacat: Hottie

lizzo: no tea no shade

lilnasx: don't be coming for people now

druski: let me get a little bit of that cocoa

y/nsource: Here we go again

cocojonesfan: Not everything is about y/n

y/nsource: nOt eVerYthiNg iS abOuT y/n; what does the caption mean then?

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, claybornharlow, heavyhitterheaux, lilnasx, and 1,234,987 others

y/ninstagramname: She bitter, I'm better.

heavyhitterheaux: TELL EM' SIS

y/ninstagramname: @ heavyhitterheaux I stay unbothered

jackharlow: Love you mamas

y/ninstagramname: Love you even more Jackiepoo

claybornharlow: "Jackiepoo"? New nickname in the book, thanks sis.

lilnasx: She said what she said.

jackharlowstitties: I'm still stuck on Jackiepoo

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cocojones: The boy is mine.

lizzo: You look fuckin HOT

dojacat: me-fuckin-ow

theshaderoom: this is so juicy

y/nsource: why is the shaderoom always up in here? like damn.

jackharlowstitties: Just like we're in here, she fuckin with y/n

jonesandharlow: Y/N don't want what coco got, nor will she ever have what coco does

cocojones: Love my fans

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y/nsource: The girl's are fighting!! But deadass, who does coco think she is?

bigheadedjack: That's what I'm fuckin saying. Like sweetheart, he left you for a reason.

y/nandjack: And a good one. Cheating on him? And using his spotlight for additional fame? Sounds fucked up to me.

jackharlowsrightnipple: Its giving.... leech.

urbanwyattupdates: Y/n was so unbothered too, like wtf is this girl on.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nandjack, you know thats a damn lie.

y/nsource: @ jonesandharlow, bring the receipts. I'll wait.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nsource, bet.

Liked by champagnepapi, urbanwyatt, jonesandharlow, lizzo, dojacat, and 3,442,501 others

cocojones: Unforgettable.

y/nsource: Yet Jack forgot about your ass, and you're clearly still bothered by it.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nsource, get out her comment section.

champagnepapi: Lookin good Coco.

lizzo: ITS GIVING SNACK

jackandjones4life: She looks better than y/n ever will.

Liked by jackharlow, softcurse, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, and 3,445,107 others

y/ninstagramname: This my shit, bow down bitches.

jackharlow: Every day I fall more and more in love with you.

urbanwyatt: @ jackharlow, You're so cheesy

jackharlow: Get over it @ urbanwyatt

claybornharlow: Best soon-to-be-sister (I hope) ever @ y/ninstagramname

y/ninstagramname: Love you both @ claybornharlow & @ jackharlow

druski: Lookin good y/n

champagnepapi: You bagged a good one @ jackharlow

lilnasx: Y'all cute of whateva

Liked by y/ninstagramname, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, 2forwoyne and 4,500,687 others

Jackharlow: Got the best point of view.

Photo taken by my wife: @ y/ninstagramname

y/nandjackaremyparents: Jack, you tryna tell us something?

jackandy/nsource: @ y/nandjackaremyparents, I'm wondering the same shit.

y/nsource: If they were actually engaged/married, the shaderoom would have been on it @ jackandy/nsource & @ y/nandjackaremyparents

jonesandharlow: Bullshit.

y/ninstagramname: Love you baby

urbanwyatt: I'd better be the best man if this is true.

claybornharlow: No @ urbanwyatt, I'M gonna be the best man

y/ninstagramname: girls, girls, stop fighting @ urbanwyatt & @ claybornharlow

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, and 1,967,007 others

y/ninstagramname: The boy is mine (actually).

jackharlow: Damn right I am

claybornharlow: Y'all still explain the wife part.

urbanwyatt: @ claybornharlow, yeah, explain dat.

lilnasx: My parents!

2forwoyne: I support it.

druski: You know where I am if Jack don't treat you right @ y/ninstagramname

jackharlow: Fuck outta here @ druski, @ y/ninstagramname and I are in this for life.

heavyhitterheaux: PERIOD

[imheretoreadandpostart]

Whirl, Swerve, x Weirdcore!Reader Romantic HCs

Reader is portrayed as a gender neutral human.

You have a pet hairless cat.

Tw for swearing and mention of organs such as eyes n stuff

Whirl

Very friggin weirded out by you at first.

"The fuck do they look like that???"

He did like the repeating theme of blood and organs though.

In fact, its what made him talk to you in the first place.

You were chillin at Swerve's with Rewind when he came up to you and was like

"So.... are those real? if so, who did ya kill, and how?"

Was very confused at why you were giggling until you said they were fake and you made them yourself.

".....they look so real- Aight thats it, fleshie. You, me, this evening, my place."

"Wait why-"

"DON'T QUESTION IT!"

Not knowing what else to do, you ask Rung for directions to Whirl's room. You don't know what you were expecting, but you weren't exactly expecting to be snatched up by his giant claw by the back of your shirt and interrogated about your appearance and mannerisms as if you tried to bring a knife on a plane.

You somehow managed to keep calm though.

Over time though, Whirl did warm up to you and one day confessed and boom! Yall a thing now.

Anyways uhh. He also likes the overall unsettling/calming vibes it can give off.

The liminal spaces kinda work on him? Like yes the place does seem a bit familiar to him, but he doesn't feel the strong sense of deja vu like he's been there before.

Likes your hairless cat.... but also doesn't.

"Yeah, its cute and all, very friendly, nice little fleshy.... but why the fuck does it look like that."

Loves any weird accessories you wear, just these teeny random creatures, items, and organs dangling off you.

Stole a necklace of (fake) teeth from you and he has it hanging off his weird antenna thing on his head unless he's off killing cons or whateva.

Kinda likes the the music you listen to??? Hes weirded out by it definitely, but he does like the melodies.

Not one for physical touch but isn't opposed to it.

He usually pats you on the head with a claw, or has one around your torso (gently).

KISS HIM.

Pet names include: Babe, Squish-ball, Teeny, Creepy Crawly, Critter, Weirdo, Fucker

Will attempt to murder anyone who dares hurt you or the cat, mentally or physically. Unless you stop him of course.

He loves you a lot despite your overall strangeness.

Swerve

He loves your style so much, like i'm not kidding.

I mean how can he not? He's discovering a new human thing, that's right up his alley!

Doesn't like the bugs though. Only mildly unsettled by the organs.

And he loves your cat too, absolutely died of cuteness the first time he met them.

"OH MY GOD ROTISSERIE KITTYYYYY!!!"

They get along p well :)

Big fan of your outfits, they're unique, cute, and fun!

Carries the two of you around almost anywhere he goes.

Yall met when you were wandering the ship with your backpack of art stuff and listening to your tunes. You went down a hall you haven't been to yet and stumbled across his bar.

You walk in, staying close to the wall so you don't get stepped on or something. you make it near the main bar when he spotted you.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod they're real-"

He excitedly ran out from behind the bar toward you. He did that thing where you jump, land, and slide on your knees in a sitting position. What a dork XD

He landed next to you and started rambling, You couldn't help but let out a small laugh and smile as he went on.

"Oh wait sorry i forgot to say- My name is Swerve, its so nice to finally meet you!! You look so cool, like weird but very cool. It reminds me of something but i can't remember what- oh wait whats your name?"

He put you on the bar counter as he continued his work all the while continuously chatting with you.

Months later yall got together.

Very affectionate. Like i'm not kidding. Prepare to be held gently.

Liminal spaces work on him. Experiencing the Deja Vu and feelings of unsettlement fr.

Pet names are: Sweet-spark, Sugar, Kiwi, Love-bug

Loves weirdcore music. Specifically songs by Jack Stauber.

Swerve set up a lil place for you on the bar, mostly blankets and pillows with weird patterns, along with some plushies. Like a four eyed cow, a two headed dog, and a clay-face plushie of a duck.

Has lots of lil snacks for ya too.

Won't stop rambling about how much he loves you.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Fooling Around

Riri Williams x Black Fem Y/n

VALENTINES DAY SPECIAL !

Summary:You and riri were in a mall store and noticed a camera and decided to dance .

Authors Note: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

Warning: CUTE ASF

One shot or series:One shot obvi

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(wifey fr) @saintwrld @letitias-fav @locoforshuri @writesbyriri @lunax0654 @xxmilli @ziayamikaelson @secretgyals @randomhoex @malltake12 @yvxmpire @2k7-sparkles @niaalove @atssukoo @adeola-the-explorer @shuriislut @shuri-my-love @womenlxver

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Y/n’s Pov

You and riri just got to the mall and you already knew where riri wanted to go .Victoria Secret . “Come on baee “ she says as she pulls your arm inside the store . “Whateva” you say as you roll your eyes at her . You look around the store and you picked out your favorites . “Have a nice day ma,am”. You say as you leave the store “you to” the lady says .”Come on now where going to bath and body works “

You begin to walk in the bath and body works store while riri was across from you shopping at foot locker . Little did riri know you where buying her favorite scents . This whole trip to the mall was you shopping for her valentines gift.

Once you finished shopping in bath and body works you decided to go to build a bear and make her a custom hello kitty bear . “Alright recored your message “ the worker says “Hey bae I just want to know I loved and love you sense we first meet “ you end the message with a smile. “Would you like to redo it “ the worker asks as she replays that message. “No ma,am I’m good” . She put the message inside the bear .

You call riri to see where she was in this big ass mall. “Where you at “ you ask her confused. “I’m waiting in the Cinnabon line but when I’m done we can go to lush than leave “ she says . “Alright call me when you get the cinnamon rolls “

You make your way to this bomber jacket place . You made a order for a custom ironheart bomber jacket. It had comic panels from the comic book and on the back on top of the comic panels it said ironheart. Riri was still in line so you decided to put your bags in the trunk so she couldn’t see what you got her .When you made your way back inside the mall you got a call from riri .”im on my way to lush “ she says “alright love see you” you head to the lush store . You didn’t really get a lot of stuff but you got her some heart bath bombs and for you a face mask.

You and riri look up while yall wait for a worker to come to the checkout .

A random worker goes behind and scans your items. Riri hugs you from behind. You run her face before you get out your wallet . “How much is it” you question her . “50” the worker responds. “God damn” you say as you laugh. You hand her a 50 dollar bill .

You and riri had a fun time at the mall. “I love you “ you say as you give her a kiss on the cheek. “Love you to love “ she responds .

You and riri always make time to fool around but it makes great memories

[vampsickle]

rockstar. ☆ ( dmc3 ) dante

☆ tags - fem!reader, use of petnames, not rly rough? maybe kind of, rockstar 3dante is so sexy, you both fuck in a bathroom sorry, unprotected sex, dirty talk, no plot..

☆ wc - 2.4k

☆ a/n - i saw this art of dante as a guitarist and my brain short circuited tbh. hes so sexy :( sorry im only writing for 3dante but im also not bc the lack of 3dante smut is criminal !! anyway. enjoy or dont. i run out of ideas fast so nvr forget request are open -_- and it doesnt just have to be dmc.. im open for whateva! also not proofread i wrote this at like 2am gn

☆ synopsis - you’ve been a big fan of a certain rock band, fixated on the lead guitarist: dante. when you arrive at the concert, you get to see said guitarist, and maybe receive more from him.

Dante’s been touring around the country for a while now. It’s no surprise he’s the latest heart throb, with his long hair— which is also the color of snow, and his beautiful blue eyes which would capture the entire audience. His guitar skills are no joke. Honestly, he’s probably more popular than the band itself. Dante and his band had arrived in tour state, and you bought tickets for the concert just in time, all while thinking up a plan to meet him. And maybe get him in bed.

You’ve been telling your friends about this for months now, how you’ll meet him at his tour bus, looking all cute— and he couldn’t refuse you. At least, that’s how you’d hope it play out. He was around your age, anyway. And guys like him are always desperate for something. Being a rockstar like him, with no breaks, just making music and not even getting to go home to someone you love must be exhausting.

You make yourself sad thinking of it, so you stop, instead focusing on how pretty he is. Your small radio plays their songs and you hum along as you apply your makeup. 

It’s been about an hour deciding on your outfit- - so you put on a black mini skirt with black sheer stockings, and some black arm sleeves with small opaque roses sewn into them. Your nails are painted red, Dante’s favorite color. 

At least— that’s what he said in an interview. His brother, Vergil, liked the color blue. They are twins, you suddenly remember. But both their voices are so different from each other and so is their clothing. 

-

Your friend picked you up around 8pm, just thirty minutes before the concert. The night chill hits you and your uncovered skin erupts in goose bumps. Luckily you aren’t waiting too long before hopping in your friend’s car. She beams at you, excitedly babbling about the band, even more excited over the fact that you’ll both get autographs from the band members. You’re just as excited, except not only excited for the concert and autographs, but for your little plan as well. At least— If it all works. Hopefully Dante won’t think you’re some creep and put a restraining order on you. The though itself freaks you out.

Upon arriving, you and your friend breeze through the line, not bringing any bags. Besides— what for? You kept your cards in your pockets just so you could buy some water. You’re both hopping together in excitement, making your way into the venue, hurrying to your assigned seats. Unfortunately neither of you had the money to get into the mosh pit.

Red and blue lights flash— and your eyes are fixed on the guitarist. God— he’s totally gorgeous. His guitar is so cool too. Now you dance and basically scream to their songs, holding your friends hand, and singing into each others faces.

——

It’s been about three hours, you feel exhausted from dancing and jumping, but the adrenaline rushes into your body when everyone starts rushing towards the autographing area. You pull your friend along, holding her hand tight so you don’t lose her. The unfortunate thing is, even if you do get his autograph, you’ll have to wait til everyone clears out so you can get Dante alone.

The line moves faster than you expected, everyone squealing and buzzing with excitement once they received an autograph. Dante’s all smiles, spinning his pen in one hand, and chatting away. Strands of hair have fallen over Vergil’s head, his cheeks are flushed, but he smiles.. Well, he kind of smiles. Just based off of interviews you’ve seen with him in them, he doesn’t seem to be the friendliest person. That’s alright though, you aren’t here for him.

You’re starstruck when you finally arrive up to Dante, your confidence draining— but you won’t stand there stunned. No, instead, you lean forward so he could get a good view of your cleavage. His mouth dries up, now he’s nervous, trying not to stare directly at them.

“I’m, like, your biggest fan, Dante. Can you sign right here?” by ‘here’ you mean your breasts and Dante chuckles nervously, a rosy color blossoming on his cheeks.

“Yeah—! ‘Course, babe.” if he hadn’t been so shocked by your confidence— and boobs, then maybe he would’ve been up for more conversation. After all, he’s still hormonal, and doesn’t really get any action, despite what everyone thinks. 

Another hour goes by and you’re still sitting close to where Dante and the others are seated, kicking your legs and sipping on water, while your friend has her head resting on her arms— probably asleep. Then the line is gone, and they’re all wrapped up. You gently wake up your friend, softly telling her she should go home, and you’d get a cab back to your place. She reluctantly agrees, raising an eyebrow at your suspicious attitude, but she’s too tired to prod. 

Dante’s leaning back against a wall, drinking from a water bottle that he pulled out from their cooler. Vergil’s gone, maybe using the restroom, or he just left. You take deep breaths, inhale, then exhale. Sauntering over to the guitarist, you gently grab his hand, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh— Hey, pretty girl. Didya need something..?” you didn’t expect him to be so shy, especially not when he’s up on stage, screaming and running around, playing his guitar like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe he’s just not good with talking to people who are interested in him.

“Yeah, I do.. I need you, Dante.” 

“Like— right now?”

“Uh-huh. Can you show me what else your hands can do?” 

“Damn, yeah, yeah— sure. Not out here though,” 

You smile at how he’s nearly breathless, squeezing your hand and pulling you away, off towards a one person bathroom. His grip is so tight that it almost hurts, but you chalk it up to him simply being desperate. It’s 1:30 am and you’re surprised you still have the energy to even move. Dante holds you close to his chest and backs up from the door before slamming it shut, fiddling with the lock. You’re leaning against the sink, watching him struggle- he’s so cute. 

He looks so tense, his jaw tightened, but you’re up next to him again. Dante audibly swallows, leaning down so he could kiss you, captivated by you. You’re a siren and he’s a foolish sailor who’s answered your call. Or.. Maybe he’s not foolish. Just horny. 

“Can I show you how much I like you, Dante?” you hum sweetly, and he only nods in response. Wherever this newfound confidence came from— you have no idea. Now finally, you can get with him. Even if it’s in a public restroom. It’s pretty clean though, so you’re fine with it. 

You’ve lowered yourself onto your knees, looking at Dante with doe eyes, and suddenly he’s fumbling with his belt buckle. His eyelashes are as white as snow, just like his hair, baby blue eyes watching you— watching him. It feels like an eternity when he finally gets the damn buckle un-buckled, then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, his thumb now pressed on his zipper. The satisfying sound of the zipper being pulled down makes you wet. He smells really good, too. You palm him through his bright red boxers, smiling to yourself at the color choice, then tugging them down enough to free his cock.

His fingers are trembling and then he clenches his fists, your crimson colored nails catching his eyes, watching your hand pump him slowly. Dante moans softly, eyes half lidded, his toes curling in his boots. He thinks you’re gorgeous, and how he probably looks like an idiot with the way he’s uncharacteristically silent.

But he won’t be silent for long, not when you’ve wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing along the underside of his shaft. The few veins on his cock that are pumping blood to his pretty pink tip throb when your tongue glides across them, and Dante groans, one hand instinctively reaching to hold some of your hair.

He tilts his head back until it hits the door, and you start to bob your head faster, making sure to breathe through your nose. He’s so big that you keep gagging when he hits the back of your throat, but you close your eyes, only focusing on him. You want to remember this.

“You don’t.. don’t have to— Oh, god,” Dante has to remember that the staff are still out there, and maybe his own band mates. This is not how he expected his night to go, honestly, he expected to get into the tour bus and read some porn mags and maybe try and quietly jerk off in his bunk. 

He cums faster than he wanted to, trying to think of something else, but he’s embarrassed now. On the other hand you swallow it all, or, most of it. A bit of it leaks from the corner of your mouth and Dante inhales sharply, using his thumb to wipe it off, his chest heaving.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, tucking himself halfway back into his boxers, leaning over so he could pick you up. You make an effort to hold yourself up, but he picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing at all. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, rockstar..” your hands card through his hair which is so soft, softer than yours.. Maybe you’d ask him which products he uses later. Dante chuckles quietly, taking long strides to the sink, and kissing you so deeply you could pass out. 

Even if he could taste himself on your mouth, he didn’t care, it just turned him on. Was that weird? If you both had more time together, you’d offer more of yourself to him, maybe you could both get fully undressed. Dante props you up on the sink, then he’s greedily squeezing your breasts, staring intently at where he autographed on you. 

“At least I get to touch them now.. Jesus,” he’s talking to himself mostly, but it’s fine if you hear, your heart racing at how he toyed with him. 

“Sorry, baby, we had to skip the foreplay.. Uh— Can I still..?” 

“I wanted this, Dante. I don’t care if you tear up this pussy.”

Your vulgar words make him moan softly, so he steps back to pull down your lace panties, looking at your glistening heat. He’s shocked at how wet you are, face flushed just knowing it’s all for him, and he subconsciously raises one finger to run up your slit. Your entire body reacts, and you whine, wanting him to just put it inside you already.

“Yeah, yeah.. I know, baby.” he grins to himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and he pulls himself back out- jerking himself off a few times. Dante pulls you off the sink, holding you with one arm, so you wrap your legs around him. Suddenly his eyes widen and his grip loosens on you, only slightly.

“Damn— I don’t have a condom on me, baby,”

“‘s okay, I’m on the pill, please- just put it inside me, Dante.” 

His response is his cock pushing itself inside you, and your legs tighten around his waist, squeezing his biceps. You both moan at the sensation, and once Dante bottoms out he relishes the feeling of you. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, already, pretty girl.” you can’t respond, still processing all of this, so Dante begins to thrust inside you. Both of his hands squeeze and fondle your ass, instead using you, like you were his own flesh light. Maybe you were okay with that. He takes a couple steps back to lean against the wall, holding you tight, continuing to move you back and forth on his cock. 

Dante buries his face into your tits, moaning and biting at the fabric of your shirt, his nails digging into your ass whenever you tug on his hair. 

Now he’s moving you again, pulling you off of him which makes you cry out softly, bending you over the sink. He shushes you, rubbing himself along your dripping heat, aggressively slamming his hands on the sink to hold himself there. Dante’s planting soft kisses to your temple as he thrusts back inside of you, your walls constricting around him, his hips slapping against your ass. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, makeup absolutely ruined, your lipstick smeared. But he’s just as bad, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, his arms tingling, plus he’s moaning and panting like a dog in heat.

“You’re my— fuck- my favorite, oh—“ he gasps, thrusts messy and uncoordinated, slamming into you with no remorse. 

“Am I your favorite, baby? I wanna hear you say it,” his teeth grit at the last part, trying to hold on, but the way you’re squeezing around him makes Dante lose it. 

“Yes! Dante— you’re my- my favorite!” you sob and writhe underneath him, shakily moving your arm to furiously rub your own clit, as Dante chases his own high. When he opens his eyes and gets a good look at your fucked out face in the mirror, he throws his head back and shoots himself inside you. You cum shortly after him, both of you panting hard, attempting to catch your breaths. 

He doesn’t want to pull out, wanting to stay in your welcoming heat, resting his forehead against the back of your head. Finally, he pulls out, and the both of you whimper at the loss of each other. 

“Hey.. Let- let me clean you up..” Dante spoke quietly, stumbling to get some toilet paper, gently wiping the cum that was leaking out of you. You jerk away from his touch, but he holds your thigh, pulling your panties up for you. What a gentleman.

You’re pretty sure that your voice is completely broken, and you’re also hoping no one heard the both of you. Smoothing your skirt, you fall into Dante’s arms, teary eyes gazing into his tired ones. 

“Can I come with you, Dante? I’ll be a real good girl, promise..” you croak, and he smiles, cupping your cheek. He kisses you, softly now, and you both smell like sweat and sex, but who cares. Dante didn’t think he was this emotional, already attached to a girl he had sex with in a public restroom, but you’re just as attached— maybe more.

There’s an angry knock on the door. 

“Are you both done? I’ve been waiting for 40 minutes, Dante. Get out.” Vergil’s voice makes your ears burn— had he heard everything the both of you were up to?

Dante carefully unlocks the door and hesitantly opens it, still holding you close, a goofy grin on his flushed face.

“Oh.. Hey, Verge! Didn’t know you were still here. So, listen, uh..”

You give a small wave, a tired, but lopsided smile on your features. 

“Can she come with us?” 

[subskz]

I feel like seungmin would tease you about like if you have a high sex drive libido whateva he says smth like "you can't get enough of me, huh?" and it's like 😒😒 yeah and what abt it it's NOT MY FAULT HE LOOKS SO DELECTABLE DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS

then immediately taking off his underwear and fucking sideways on the bed while he moans so cutely and desperately into your mouth and whines cutely when you press his cheekies together with your free hand😚😚😚

he 100% would 😓 i think he’d love playing hard to get using that knowledge too…pretending to be oblivious to the lil things he does that get you worked up, giving you a cute, coy smile when he meets your eye <3 there’s no way someone as levelheaded and thoughtful as him would be messing w you on purpose after all~

squeezing his cheekies together NOOO 😭 suddenly all those teasing remarks and complaints are nowhere to be found when he’s too busy letting out pretty “ah ah ah”s against your lips…despite his whines he’s more than happy to have you drain him until you’re satisfied ♡

[scaredofbrits]

A Mistake

William Afton (bc) x Fem! Reader

You thought your life was finally good, all cupcakes and rainbows. But then.. he stumbled into your life.

warning(s): william afton in general

“So, I just do that basic stuff?” You asked the ginger haired man, who was smiling because you understood everything nicely. “Yep, that’s about it. Hopefully you can make some friends, yeah?” His smile became less of a smile and he turned away, and you just gave him a “mm hmm” and left.

You didn’t know where to go, what to explore, or even what to do. I mean, you knew what to do.. but you were lost. He didn’t even offer you a tour. But it’s fine, new beginnings right? You’ll find your way around. “Hello? You look lost.” An unknown voice approached you, you shot your head up and saw a man with glasses and blonde messy hair. “Uhm, yes, I am. My name is Y/N.” You nervously stood and looked around a bit, waiting for his response. “Oh, yes! Y/N! I heard about you. I suppose you need a tour?” He chuckled and reached his hand out for a shake. You looked down at his hand and quickly shook his hand. “You read my mind mr….” “Mr. Emily.”

—————————————-

“I think that’s it! Really nice to meet you Y/N!” Mr. Emily smiled and began to walk away, probably to his office or wherever he stays. But then you realized, he was going to leave. Was your first day really gonna fly by that quick? You only got to know one person. Atleast he was friendly, though. Maybe that’s who you’ll stick with from now on. But there is still tomorrow. You trotted your way to the front door, happy that you met someone nice.

Your car lit up, you slowly got in. But at the corner of your eye, you saw a small man exit the building. He was like really small, he had brown hair, maybe blue eyes? His outfit choice was…creative. But your attention quickly left the stranger and went to driving. You left the building for your home, excited to be comfortable in bed. You felt your phone vibrate, you answered it and held it up to your ear. “Oh, um, Y/N! Mr. Emily here uhh.. tomorrow you need to meet someone special.” He was breathing heavily, it was actually concerning you. “Uhm, alright. I’ll meet him but.. you okay?” You gave a fake chuckle, trying to drive and keep the phone on your shoulder. “Ah! Yes! I’m fine, just in a lil rush. But please, meet the man.” beep. And just like that, pure confusion flooded your head. What man? Was it necessary to call me? Is he alright?

——————————

The next day

—-

“Y/N, meet Mr. Afton, Mr. Afton meet Y/N.” Wow, you were meeting the short man you saw yesterday, and he seemed like a brat. “Er… ‘Ello… I guess.” He mumbled, just loud enough where Mr. Emily and you could hear. Yup. Definitely a dork. But you weren’t gonna allow some creep ruin your new job. “Hey. um anyways.. I should get to work.” You looked away from Afton or whatever, and shot your attention on the polite man, Mr. Emily. “Wot? Yer’ leaving alreaday?” William stopped you. Who even says already like that? You’ve never heard such a weird British accent. “Yes, I am. I don’t have any business with you anyways.”

———-

Williams POV:

How stubborn, but cute? It was strange. A fockin’ new freak made my heart stop. The moment I saw her gorgeous self, I felt some sort of sensation. A sensation I hadn’t felt for years. This “Y/N” girl made me feel.. alive? Was that even the right word? Fock. I needed to impress her, show how good I am at stuff. I can be amazing at whateva’ she wants. Woah, woah. Bloody hell. What am I even saying?

———————-

Y/N 2nd person pov:

“Hellooo? Dude?” You shook your hands in front of his zoned out face. “Ah! Oh shit! My bad!” William yelled, running away with a flustered face. Which made you laugh.

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idk. do we want william x reader? potential part 2? whatever y’all want I can do.

[eyeliner-and-c1garettes]

Homecoming Dance Tips from someone who attended all four of them:

Opt for a dress that is knee length/ above knee length. Color, style, cut, etc is up to you but bright, bold colors always make a fun statement!

Pair with a cute cardigan/jacket. In my first homecoming, I paired mine with a leather jacket and felt pretty freaking cool. Dark denim is also a fun option.

Closed toe shoes will always be your best friend. If you’re worried about rubbing, apply Vaseline or add a barrier to parts of your feet you worry will rub. Or break in a pair of shoes two weeks before wearing them. Flats, Mary Jane’s, mules, and boots are fun! This is the first dance of the year and you never know who’s gonna step on your toes. I wore combat boots (she’s quirky or whateva).

It may still be warm, or slowly beginning to cool down. Half up half down hairstyles will keep the best of both worlds with wonky autumn weather.

Honestly, when it comes to makeup, do whatever you want. These fall warm toned eyeshadow shades perfectly complement the candy apple red of the dress and lipstick- match as much as you can. Get bold with it!

Go with your friends, or meet a friend there. It’s okay to be a little nervous about asking someone to dance with you. Dance to the beat of your own drum. You’re back! GET INTO IT!!!!

[spideyjlaw]

perhaps I’m in love with him

[clovers-garden-co]

HUG ME :D BRING IT IN 

A/N: wooo would ya listen up would ya :D

kei is soooooooooooooo pretty UGH

-different ways tokyorev boys hug you-

Mikey 🐸

the warmest hugs ever. 

don’t even argue with me. 

when he hugs he gives really tight but not tight hugs 

maybe he spins you around a little bit 

like imagine him seeing you after a toman meeting, running to you with the biggest smile on his face as he pulls you into a hug, spinning you around with all those giggles 

he’s so cute bye- 

Mitsuya 🐉 🧵🪡 (LMAOO-)

he gives those parent like hugs.

Like you know when you get those really comforting hugs? dunno how to describe it

mama bear mama bear mama bear 

definitely pats your back when you cuddle (shit maybe he hums softly too)

forehead kisses <3

Draken 🐉

maybe I should add the dragon up there too… uh 

He’s a big boy. I’m sure he can pick you up for hugs depending on how tall you are personally

I mean he’s strong anyways so.. you’d get picked up either way 

he seems like a side hug kind of guy 

real quick too 

y’all think he likes hugs? 

Baji 🦨👊💥💥

tight ass hugs omfg 

can barely breathe 

I’m pretty sure it’s if you’re nagging him 

bet you won’t ask again lmfao

I’m kidding I’m kidding 

he’s a good boyfriend or whateva 

so he gives… kind of good hugs 

I’m sure he’d be too embarrassed to even give you one in the first place- especially in public 

quick hugs quick hugs 

if he’s feeling generous, you get a quick peck too

Kazutora 🐯🗡

mf YOUD be the one giving hugs. 

and he’d happily latch onto you for it

touchstarved mfs (I can’t be talking) 

while cuddling his face is buried in your neck, limbs entangled, and ykw, he’s probably asleep 

You’re his form of comfort okay? Treat him well. 

precious bb

Pah ⚔️💡 (they didn’t have a dim lightbulb 

idk, probably the best hugger out there 

Ion really pay attention to him much, but I know even though he’s probably the mf who don’t get no play when he’s younger but is the realest one in the group?

I mean, y’all saw how he bagged a bitch in the future so we good 👍 

Bear hugs but not as tight as the death grip baji has 

heavy ass sleeper 

pretty sure he’s good to use as a human teddy bear so y’all can cuddle

Ik he’s warm too :0 

[nastybuckybarnes]

H.O.L.Y.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is in love.

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of drugs

Word Count: 400 (Drabble)

A/n: I listened to the Florida Georgia Line song while writing this. Kinda cute or whateva. Hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much

Not tagging ‘cause it’s a Drabble.

~*~

Bucky Barnes is in love. 

James Buchanan Barnes is madly in love.

And he’s not even going to try and deny it. 

One hundred and some odd number of years, he’s been on this planet, and not once has he felt the kind of addictive love that he feels now. 

Loving you is a drug, and he’s not even gonna try giving it up. 

You’re sitting on Steve's couch, Natasha across from you and the blond plopped down beside her.

Bucky’s squished himself between your legs on the floor, head reclined as your fingers comb through his hair absentmindedly. 

Your attention is on the conversation you’re having, but he doesn’t care. As long as you keep playing with his hair, everything will be fine. 

He lets out a soft hum that sounds an awful lot like the way Alpine purrs when you pet her, and you can’t help but laugh softly. 

You duck your head down and press a kiss to his forehead, grinning at the way he smiles. 

The way his lips curve upward could light up the room, and it certainly brightens your day knowing that he’s smiling like that for you. 

Because of you. 

Your once broody, grumpy soldier is now a fluffy cuddly puppy, and you love it. 

You love him. 

Anyone can tell just how much the two of you mean to each other, but the people who know Bucky, who really truly know him, know that he’d quite possibly die without you. 

He’s high on it. 

Absolutely high on his love for you, and he loves it. 

You’re like ecstasy to him, and he wouldn’t change it for the world. 

One of his hands darts up, grabbing your hand and pulling it down until his lips finally meet your skin.

He trails them over your fingertips, up to your palm, until he reaches the inside of your wrist. 

There, he places kiss after gentle kiss, mouthing the three little words against your pulse. 

You can feel them. Feel the whispered ‘I love you’s that he’s kissing into your skin, and you melt a little. 

“I love you too,” you murmur, bringing your lips down to the crown of his head. 

His cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and Sam makes a comment about it, but he doesn’t care. 

He’s in love. 

So madly in love. 

And he doesn't care who knows.

[ughdontbeboring]

meet me at our spot

Captain Syverson x WoC Reader

part 2

sidebote: uh I’m fucking drunk and idk this just popped in head at work earlier and I wanted til now to write it so idk here it is!! It’s short af. I should reallyyyy be finishing my other wips, I’m try again this weekend yall! 🥲🥲

Do not copy or use my work anywhere. Yada yAda yada. If you like it though please like,love,favorite, share,reblog and comment is y’alllol fucking with it! Ayeeeee

“Ya cute as hell when you start all that fussin and cussin” He said with his deep Texan accent.

“Oh fuck off Sy” YN said while light heartedly rolling her eyes, “You ain’t that much bigger then me”

It was a lie, they both knew it. Sy was 6’3 and even at her height and her strappy heels adorning her feet, the beast of a man toward over her.

Before she could walk away and leave him alone in the hallway leading to the bathroom, Sy caged her against the way, his strong forearms on either side of her head.

“Oh darlin, we both know I’ma lot bigger then ya” he drawled in his rough and pleasing voice, his face inching closer.

She clenched her thighs, her chest rising and falling faster at the mere thought. She should stop him but she didn’t and neither did he, as he drew closer and closer. She knew her panties were ruined and she couldn’t stand him for it. Their friends all gathered outside, in the backyard of another friends house. Their large friend group had planned this weekend for one of their friends wedding, this was an engagement party of just 12. Sy had followed behind her shortly after she excuse herself to the bathroom, just to find her and annoy her with his existence.

He was so close she could feel his breathe on her face, his deep and intense blue eyes staring back into hers, that brown patch on the left eye taunting her, pulling her in.

“Omg! There you guys are!”

She couldn’t push Sy away fast enough as they turned to the loud drunk voice that interrupt it them. Their mutual friend Deja.

“Ugh! Tell your ogre of a friend to stay away from me” YN spit, side eyeing Sy with a mean glare.

Sy chuckled.

“Ya sure thats what ya want sweet cheeks?” He asked teasingly.

“Yes you red neck!”

“Whateva ya say darlin”

Sy loved this game but he rather it didn’t drag out all night.

“Y’all are so annoying! Y’all are like a cat and a dog whenever we get together!” Their friend vented clearly annoyed with the 2 in front of her. She along with all their other friend hoped the two would either get along or just fuck.

“Oh he’s definitely a dog!”

“I guess that makes ya a wet little pussy cat dont it?” He shot back with a shit eating grin “Bet a big hard bone could help ya relax”.

The color drained from her face at his remark before she huffed and stormed away from her two friends, her small box braids swaying, her heels loudly clicking against her friends wooden floors, as her floor length black strapless dress dragged on the floor, the train was short but made the dress that more elegant. It was classy but hugged her body just right, her breast looked amazing and her ass was poking. She could hear Deja scolding Sy lightly for his teasing, clearly missing the hidden meaning.

She couldn’t admit to anyone let alone herself at how she was attracted to how cocky Sy was and he was such a brute! she hated that on other men but on him, shit he had her drooling, and it wasn’t just from her mouth.

Sy followed Deja back to the back yard, YN was no where to be found. Sy sighed hard, she couldn’t really be mad at him could she? He was just teasing like they always did. He grabbed another beer as he went to find Matt, ask him if he seen the beauty anywhere when his phone sounded, he had a text. His hand ran down his beard while he bit his lip as he looked at the screen.

Meet me at our spot.

.

[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

hmmmmmmmmm since the anons shouldn't have to miss out, do you think that maybe you could share some of the stuff you wrote in the DMs about team proxy? your choice on what you wanna show (if anything)

“Dear Mrs Chloes Mom

I’m real eksited to meet you

Me and Chloe are best friends! I hope we can be best friends too

Maybe we can play! You and me and Chloe and all our friends!

Love Kirby”

—

"...Oh Nova dangit, why did Kirby try talkin' ta that–that–"

"Great King, is...is something wrong?"

"Oh, yeah, you weren't here, were ya Bandana? Well...let's just say that Chloe's 'mom' is–ah, ta heck with it, she's a worse jerk than I ever met before, and I mean ever!"

"Wait, you mean that Kirby was talking to that blonde witch?!" (Meta Knight proceeds to grasp Galaxia's hilt, his eyes narrowing) "No wonder he has become so distraught..."

"She–whoever she is can't be...that bad...right?"

"Bandee, trust me, she's nothin' but a no-good, abusive, what was da word Chlo used again? Kary?"

"I believe it was Karen."

"Yeah, a Karen! Whateva that means. But yeah, she's not just dat bad, she's WORSE."

None of them notice as a purple-black butterfly alights on the paper in Dedede's clenched fist…

…But they all freeze as a darkly familiar presence comes over them.

'Hello again, you three.

You're united in concern for your friend, am I correct? And in anger at the woman who caused him distress.

How would you all like to put her in her place?'

“N-no, not–not again…d-don’t think dat I’ve…f-forgotten ya, I know w-what ya…shtick is n-now–”

'Ah, but don't you want to finish the job this time, Iustitio?'

"...I mean...I...guess so, yeah...yes. She needs ta pay."

'Yes…I figured as much. And you two, Teiden Kyou, Overshadow…well, don't you agree?'

"Agreed. That witch will CERTAINLY pay for what she has done to Kirby."

"Yeah, NO ONE hurts him and gets away with it!"

'Now, go, Team Proxy, and defend your friend!'

(They all know already that he wants the miraculous, he'll make sure to remind them later tho)

—

Kirby's hiding in an alleyway curled up and crying

just thinking "why was she so mean?" and he can't understand it, he's just crying

...and suddenly head pat

anyways Kirby looks up and...

"...De...D-D-Dedede?"

his eyes widen in fear, why does Dedede look so...different?!

"There, there, pipsqueak...you don't need ta cry anymore. It'll be alright. We'll MAKE it alright."

There's something...wrong, about the penguin's voice, something...far too cold.

Kirby shudders. Something's not right.

In a way that seems much too...gentle, much too kind, for how threatening he now looks, Dedede(?) leans down and places his hands on Kirby's "shoulders" (or what would be considered that).

"We're gonna protect ya, kid. We’ll give dat good-fer-nothing brat what she deserves, so ya can be happy again."

"...W-we?" the puffball barely manages to stutter out, confused and scared.

And then he notices the two figures standing behind "Dedede" and freezes

Because these two? He definitely recognizes

It’s Meta and Bandee

But…they look like…they’ve been akumatized again

And it suddenly clicks why Dedede looks different

and he can tell from that what's going on-

Somehow, all three of them are all akumatized at the same time

Cue panic

“N-n-no, n-not—a-again—d-d-don’t hurt m-me—“

Suddenly Bandee (Overshadow?) puts a paw-nub-arm-whatever over Kirby’s mouth. “Don’t worry Kirby, we aren’t going to hurt you! We just want to help you! After all…” he wipes a tear from the puffball’s face “You're too cute to cry…”

The puffball turns to look at his akumatized crush.

The look in his eyes, it’s just–wrong, it’s–too cold, too sweet, too different from what it should be–

Overshadow tries to hug him, he tries to shy away, because no, this isn’t right, this isn’t right!

And then there’s another hand on his shoulder, and Kirby tenses up as he feels it touch him.

"That wretch will PAY for what she's done to you.” Meta Knight, no, Teiden Kyou, says with…an almost murderous edge of glee to his voice.

This is all too much, and Kirby bursts into tears.

Because they’re still kinda acting like his friends, but…it’s just so WRONG, so twisted…

And then Overshadow kisses him on the cheek, still trying to wipe away his tears.

Kirby’s expression is absolute fear.

He can’t handle this. It doesn’t make sense, and it’s messing with his head.

Because they really do seem to still care about him this time…

And he just–can’t understand what’s happening anymore.

“She really hurt you, didn’t she?” Overshadow whispers darkly, but with…genuine concern.

(No–not, not like this, guys, please, stop, I–I–I can’t–)

Why can’t they tell that they’re scaring him?!