#*IS HE JUST INTO THAT KINDA THING?? WE DON’T KNOW*

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ guilty pleasure - 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ✴︎

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗑 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆

note ✫ pt. 2 of my best friends brother, this could be read as a stand alone but would make more sense to look at the other smau. the first post is kinda suggestive

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yn

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yn was going through my camera roll, i miss summer so bad

charles_leclerc first

charles_leclerc I remember that week was absolute hell I felt like a teenage boy going through puberty

⤷ arthur_leclerc ew is that why you wouldn’t play chicken with us??? y/n wanted to play so bad then you ran away. you sicko what a perv

⤷ charles_leclerc It’s not funny arthur and I don’t know why you would suggest musical chairs on a fucking boat but that was horrible she sat on my lap and I almost creamed my pants right there

⤷ arthur_leclerc No one wants to know that you fuckin perv 🤮🤮 #lockcharlesup

⤷ charles_leclerc stop calling me a sicko and a perv just because she’s younger then me. i’ll purple nurple you arthur.

⤷ arthur_leclerc I’ll shave all your hair off when you’re asleep. You sleep like a rock you won’t feel a thing.

⤷ charles_leclerc I’ll shave your eyebrows off then you cunt

⤷ yn ok let’s stop there 😊

⤷ charles_leclerc Whatever you say bébé

francisca.cgomes hottie 😍😍🤤

carlossainz55 Who’s that cutie in the last slide?

⤷ alex_albon I thought we had a connection…we went on a coffee date carlos 😔

⤷ carlossainz55 Shhh look away baby, he has attachment issues…you’re the one I come home to every day 😘

⤷ yn ally 🏳️‍🌈 now get this gay fest out of my comment section

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc y/n via jade’s instagram story

yn wrong account?

arthur_leclerc is this meant for what i think it’s meant for?

jade_distinguinn Ummm???

lando charles marc hervé perceval leclerc do you run a fan page for your little brothers best friend? OMG IM GONNA GO FIND IT SHUT UP

georgerussell63 Ah, you’re one of us

⤷ danielricciardo NO WAY I FUCKING CALLED THIS IS SO CRAZY YOU LIAM ALEX AND LANDO OWE ME 300 BUCKS IM GONNA BE RICH

⤷ liamlawson30 you’re already rich?

⤷ danielricciardo Shut up and venmo me my money cunt THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

arthur_leclerc OMG YOU RUN A FUCKING FAN ACCOUNT FOR Y/N THIS IS SO AMAZING WHATS THE USERNAME PLEASE

alex_albon this is tewww good drop the user king

leclerc_pascale Charles how long has this been going on?

pierregasly NO WAY BRO YOUR LIFE IS OVER

maxverstappen1 Absolute gold, this is pure cinema. Keep it up mate 🥳😂

lando SHUT UP ARE YOU CHARLESLOVESYN???

⤷ liamlawson30 NO WAY I FUCKING LOVE THAT ACCOUNT BRO

⤷ alex_albon I always wondered how they were always so quick to update

⤷ georgerussell63 Omg no way I stalk that account every night before bed

⤷ danielricciardo SHUT UP AND VENMO ME MY MONEY YOU GUYS PLEASUHHHHH

arthur_leclerc CHARLES TELL US YOUR SECRETS HOW DO YOU MANAGE A SUCCESSFUL FANPAGE WHILE BEING A F1 DRIVER??? 🎤🎤🎤

yn awhhh charles baby you’re so sweet

⤷ arthur_leclerc WTF THATS SO CREEPY??? ITS BEEN GOING SINCE 2021 THATS WHEN YOU TURNED 18????

⤷ yn don’t be mean arthur it’s sweet

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh my gosh you poor thing he’s brainwashed you 💔

⤷ yn stop being mean or i’ll post that one picture of you for everyone to see

⤷ arthur_leclerc 🤐

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charleslovesyn

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charleslovesyn l’amour de ma vie ❤️

estiebestie omg she looks so pretty where did you get this from??

⤷ charleslovesyn my camera roll??

⤷ estiebestie oh!

⤷ estiebestie OHHHHHH

lando I FOUND IT IM FASTER THEN THE FUCKING FBI THIS IS THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE

⤷ danielriccardo Bruh send me my money

⤷ lando are you going broke or something damn

maxverstappen1 How do you have 70k followers

⤷ alex_albon this is THE y/n fan page max

yn sweet babyyy i love you

⤷ pierregasly Wow you two are a different level of down bad for each other

leclerc_pascale Well, at least it’s a successful fan account son ❤️

arthur_leclerc If I speak…

⤷ yn shut up arthur you burned your neck with my curling iron and told everyone it was a hickey

⤷ arthur_leclerc Oh my goshhh why would you say that 😔

⤷ yn quit being mean to charles he’s feeling very overwhelmed right now

⤷ arthur_leclerc sorry i forgot he can’t focus on anything but you anymore 😒

⤷ yn you still watch moana whenever we finish watch a scary movie

⤷ arthur_leclerc y/n stopppppp

lance_stroll Bros really been playing hard to get when he’s been running a fan page since 2021

⤷ yn shut up maple licker go hug a moose or something

⤷ yn omg i’m sorry lance i just wanted to say that but i don’t know anyone else who’s canadian 😿

⤷ lance_stroll you’re gucci queen don’t fret

georgerussell63 What a time to be alive

⤷ danielriccardo Oh so you can comment on charles’ fan page for his gf but not venmo me my money I won fair and square??

⤷ georgerussell63 Give me a minute damn I’m still riding on the high of this whole thing

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc and what about it

francisca.cgomes King behavior honestly

alex_albon period

arthur_leclerc Okay tone the attitude down queen charles

⤷ yn 😐 have you learned nothing or do want me to tell everyone the time you peed yourself cause you got excited when you seen adele…last year

⤷ arthur_leclerc ain’t no way you just said that bruh 😓 i remember when you used to defend me like this when charles would be mean to me 😔

georgerussell63 Don’t ever let them shame the fan girl out of you ✊ we’re in 4life

carlossainz55 Yesss queen show your true self

lilymhe I wish Alex would make a fan page for me too…guess he doesn’t love me 😔

⤷ alex_albon I literally tried and you told me no.

⤷ lilymhe BECAUSE YOU MADE A GOSSIP PAGE

⤷ alex_albon JUST SAY YOU HATE ME GOSH

danielricciardo i’m still waiting for my money…

⤷ lando we’re sending it damn 😒

⤷ georgerussell63 Do you need it for rent or something jeez…

⤷ alex_albon seriously you already blew through your savings or what??

⤷ liamlawson30 don’t worry bud, i sent you a little extra. get yourself something nice ❤️

⤷ danielricciardo You sent me 1 extra dollar…

⤷ liamlawson30 send that shit back then damn, everyone’s so ungrateful these days 😒

⤷ danielricciardo Hell nah I’m keeping that shit

[callipraxia]

I’ll admit it - thinking of ‘but what will people think of me?’ has stopped me short of writing things before, in everything from writing actual content to writing part of a review on a friend’s story. “What will [Friend] think, seeing that I know that? Even if I explain the actually relatively innocuous reason why I know it, would they even believe me? This is an issue of how something is portrayed in media that I feel pretty strongly about, but in context, it might be better to just…drop it.”

I…tried actually including a detailed example of my next point here, drawing from Anon’s Robert Jordan remark, but it ended up breaking the thousand-word limit before I even got past the introductory explanations, so I guess I’ll write a separate essay about why I don’t really agree with the “dudebro is secretly obsessed with lesbians and BDSM” line of thinking, maybe link it back here later if I remember. In the meantime, the point was - if I start thinking “dang, I think Author X has an Issue with Y,” it’s usually a lot less because of what the author leaves in than what the author leaves out. As an author, one deliberately chooses to explore certain topics, including dark ones that reflect the issues that preoccupy us (isn’t Anne Rice’s work supposed to be kinda messed up? I mean, I’ve never read a word she wrote that I can recall, but aren’t they all, y’know, horror novels?). As distasteful as we might find it, incest and pedophilia and sexual assault and suicide and all those other words you can’t use on YouTube are real things that happen every day. There’s a plethora of reasons why any given author might want to explore such issues in writing, and at least half of ‘em have nothing to do with sex. I’ve never heard anyone imply that Dostoyevsky must have been really, really turned on by the thought of attacking pawnbrokers with axes, much less that he ever committed a murder in real life just for the heck of it. From what I’ve read - though to be fair, my reading on the subject is not extensive - Nabokov probably wasn’t really a pedophile, and Mario Puzo probably had nothing to do with real-life organized crime. I have heard a few people suggest Stephen King must be a perverted serial killer in real life to write what he writes, but those people were idiots. And so forth. Point is, an author examining evil through a certain point of view really should not lead to the assumption that the author has done or wants to do any of those bad things. That’s why we say that authors use their imaginations when they’re working.

Plus, well…nine times out of ten, nobody’s going to make you read a book. If you really can’t read a book without getting uncomfortable because you can’t stop thinking that X or Y means that the author might have wanted his wife to put him on a leash and spank him, you can almost always just…put down the book and go read something else. You can also do this if you’re uncomfortable with Anne Rice apparently having conflicting feelings about God - that isn’t a potential theme that bothers me, but I know people who would be upset for days about reading something that even hinted at someone Having Questions about the divine. Heck, I have a few books I 99% enjoy and I just skim over or entirely skip parts that involve actions I find uncomfortable - my one hard rule is that I won’t willingly even skim anything where bad things happen to pets, but even then, I don’t assume that everybody who ever earned a Newbury Medal is a bad person who likes thinking about such things. I just don’t read their books. Unless you are compelled to do otherwise for a class* or the like, just do thou likewise.

*I was, very reluctantly, compelled to read two books in my undergraduate Adolescent Literature class where bad things happened to dogs; it was the first and last time in my life that I’ve ever tried to get out of reading something, but the professor didn’t believe what I could bring myself to explain about just how negative of a reaction I knew I would have if I read any books with dying dogs in them. Now I still have one of those scenes lodged in my carousel of intrusive thoughts that drive my anxiety level up and make it really difficult not to engage in compulsive behaviors whenever they rudely shove their way up to the front of my brain, but I don’t think badly of Sherman Alexie because of it.

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[hjvi]

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅

Pairing: Bsf!Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Summary: After burying your feelings for Chris for years, you're caught off guard when jealousy resurfaces, watching him with another girl. requested

Word Count: 2k

You’ve known Chris for as long as you can remember. His laugh is unmistakable—the kind that echoes, rich and deep, bouncing off walls and filling every corner of the room with warmth. He’s always been loud, full of life, and incredibly magnetic, effortlessly drawing people in with his charm. But for you, it was always more than that.

You knew him long before you started feeling this way—long before his tousled brown hair, with the hints of sun-kissed highlights, started looking a little too perfect in the way it fell over his forehead. Before his blue eyes started making your stomach twist in a way you could no longer ignore. Before you started noticing the little things, like the warmth of his hand when it brushed against yours, the way he’d throw his arm around your shoulders during movie nights with the group, the way he’d pause mid-sentence, just to smile at you like he couldn’t help himself.

For so long, you’d been his best friend—the quiet one, the one who had always been there for him, laughing at his jokes, listening to his stories, offering support. But recently, it started to feel different. You started noticing things—small things—that never bothered you before. His smile. How it lingered just a little longer when he looked at you, how his eyes would soften when you spoke about something that mattered to you. The way he would rest his hand on your shoulder casually when you were hanging out, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

But you couldn’t admit it—not even to yourself. Because how could you? He was Chris, your best friend. Your partner in crime, the one you could tell everything to, the one who made you laugh when you felt like crying. If you told him how you felt, you were terrified it would ruin everything. You couldn’t lose him, not like that. Not over something as silly as a crush.

Ever since Chris and I were kids, he had the biggest crush on me. His brothers would tease him relentlessly, making exaggerated kissing noises every time he so much as looked at me for too long. Everyone knew. It was an unspoken truth, something that just existed between us, a constant presence I never had to question.

It lasted for years. And I never thought much of it—Chris always asking me dumb questions just to talk to me, always finding excuses to sit beside me, always looking at me like I hung the stars in the sky. It was just Chris being Chris.

Until he stopped.

I don’t know exactly when it happened, but one day I realized he didn’t ask me those corny things anymore. He didn’t try to sit closer. He didn’t stare at me like I was his entire world. And I should’ve been relieved, should’ve been grateful that the teasing from his brothers had finally died down.

But I wasn’t.

I missed his attention. I missed knowing I was the center of his focus..

I remember the first time we formally talked about our crushes. It was in middle school, sprawled out on his bedroom floor, tossing a stress ball back and forth.

"I kinda like Sophia," he had admitted, his voice casual, like he wasn’t saying something that made my stomach twist.

Sophia. The blonde that every guy liked. The one with the kind of effortless beauty that made people gravitate toward her. Of course, he liked her.

I had forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah? She’s cool."

Chris studied me for a second before tossing the ball again. "Who do you like?"

I froze. My heart stuttered, my mind scrambling for a name that wasn’t his.

Because for the first time, I realized—I liked Chris.

And it terrified me.

"I don’t know," I lied, shrugging. "Haven’t really thought about it."

He smirked. "Liar."

I laughed it off, quickly changing the subject, but the truth sat heavy in my chest.

The weight of unspoken words had never felt heavier than it did now. For as long as I could remember, Chris had been my person. My best friend. The one I could always count on to make me laugh when the world felt unbearable. The one whose presence alone made everything feel lighter. But somewhere along the way, things had shifted. My laughter lingered a little too long when he cracked a joke. My heart raced a little too fast when his hand brushed against mine. My eyes searched for him in every crowded room, drawn to him in a way I knew wasn’t just friendly.

I had fallen in love with him.

And I never told him.

I buried those feelings so deep inside me, convinced that if I ignored them long enough, they would disappear. Because why would someone like Chris ever look at me that way? He deserved someone beautiful, effortless—someone who didn’t trip over their own words when he smiled at them. And if I ever told him, it would ruin everything. So I stayed quiet. I convinced myself that being his best friend was enough.

But then, Leah came into the picture.

At first, it was just a passing thought. You knew about her, of course. She was friends with the group, always hanging out with them, just like you. But over the past couple of weeks, things had changed. You’d noticed the way Chris started talking about her more—how he’d smile a little brighter when her name came up, how he’d mention things they’d done together, and how his eyes would light up when he talked about her, in a way that he’d never looked at you.

It was a gradual shift, but one you couldn’t ignore.

It started small at first. The way he talked about her. A girl whose name I had never needed to remember before, but suddenly, it was everywhere. Her laugh, her texts lighting up his phone, the way his eyes sparkled when he mentioned her. And then I saw it—the way he looked at her, and it shattered me.

I had spent so long pretending that I was okay just being his friend, but now, I couldn’t pretend anymore. Every time he smiled at her, it felt like a knife to the heart. Every time I saw her name flash on his screen, I wanted to disappear. Because it wasn’t me. It would never be me. And the thought of that—of watching him fall in love with someone who wasn’t me—was unbearable.

So I started pulling away.

At first, Chris didn’t notice. He’d text me, and I’d reply hours later, blaming school or sleep. When he called, I let it ring until it stopped, my fingers hovering over the answer button, aching to hear his voice but knowing it would only hurt. I started making excuses, avoiding plans, choosing solitude over his company.

But Chris wasn’t stupid.

It was a Thursday when everything came to a head. The weather was unusually warm for an early spring evening, the sunlight streaming through the window in Chris’s room as you sat next to him, legs stretched out on the floor. Chris had his headphones on, scrolling through his phone while you were lost in thought. The space between you both felt wider than ever, like something had shifted and you couldn’t put it back.

He was talking, his voice full of energy, but you weren’t really listening. You were too focused on the way his laugh sounded when he mentioned Leah’s name—how much joy seemed to be wrapped in that one syllable.

“Yeah, Leah and I were talking about going to that concert next month,” Chris said, not even noticing the way your heart dropped at the mention of her.

You forced a smile, trying to keep the sadness from showing. “That sounds fun,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. You bit your lip, fighting the tears that were threatening to spill over. It was becoming harder and harder to control them.

Chris pulled his headphones off and turned to you, his eyes narrowing in concern. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice softening. He reached out to touch your arm, and his touch made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, your throat tight. You didn’t know how to explain it to him—not without feeling like a fool. How could you tell him that you were in love with him, that every moment with him was a reminder of what you could never have?

This was just the beginning of the interrogations

“Okay, what the hell is going on with you?” he asked one evening, barging into my room without warning, his blue eyes sharp with concern.

I sat frozen on my bed, my laptop open in front of me, though I hadn’t typed a single word in the past hour. My heart slammed against my ribs. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb, dude. You’ve been weird. Distant. You barely talk to me anymore.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Did I do something?”

Yes, I wanted to scream. You fell for someone else. And you didn’t even notice it was breaking me.

But instead, I shook my head. “I’m just busy, Chris.”

“Bullshit,” he shot back immediately, crossing his arms. “You’re avoiding me.”

I swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at him. “I’m not.”

He sighed, stepping closer, his voice softer this time. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

Tears burned at the back of my eyes. I clenched my fists, willing myself to keep it together, but it was useless. The pain, the jealousy, the heartbreak—it was all bubbling to the surface too fast for me to stop it.

“Chris,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please just drop it.”

“No,” he said firmly. “I won’t. Because you’re hurting, and I don’t know why.” He hesitated, searching my face. “Is it something I did?”

The lump in my throat grew, and before I could stop myself, a single tear slipped down my cheek. “You didn’t do anything.”

Chris’s face fell, his expression crumbling as he reached for me instinctively. “Then why are you crying?”

He leaned in closer, his warm blue eyes locking with yours, and you could feel the weight of his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

He froze, and you felt his hand gently tug at your chin, pulling your face back toward him. His eyes were wide with concern, his usual teasing expression replaced by one of deep, genuine worry.

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything felt too heavy. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and the vulnerability you’d been hiding for so long threatened to break free. You looked at him, his face so close to yours, his genuine concern written all over his features, and it hit you like a wave.

And just like that, the dam broke.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my entire body trembling. “Because I can’t do this anymore,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “I can’t keep pretending like it doesn’t kill me to see you with her. I can’t keep acting like I don’t care when you talk about her, when you smile at her, when you—” I broke off, covering my face with my hands. “God, I’m so stupid.”

Chris stood frozen, his breath catching. “Wait,” he said slowly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

I let out a bitter laugh, wiping at my tears. “I’m saying I love you, Chris. I have for a long time. And I never told you because I was terrified of ruining this—ruining us. But now, it doesn’t even matter, does it?” My voice cracked on the last words, my heart breaking all over again. “Because you’ve already found someone else.”

Chris’s expression shifted, his brows furrowing deeply. “Wait—what?” His voice cracked slightly, the shock evident on his face. He pulled you closer, his hands gently cradling your face. “You... you’re in love with me?”

The words felt like a breath of fresh air—like a confession you had kept locked away in the deepest part of your heart. But even as you said it, you weren’t sure what would happen next. Would he push you away? Would he laugh? Or would he... understand?

Silence.

My chest heaved, the room spinning around me. I didn’t know what I expected—maybe for him to let me down gently, to tell me he was flattered but his heart was elsewhere. Maybe even for him to walk away. But I didn’t expect what happened next.

Chris stepped forward, closing the distance between us. His hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. His thumbs brushed away my tears, his touch so unbearably gentle it made my breath hitch.

“I—I’m sorry,” you stammered, wiping at your eyes, trying to suppress the tears. “I never wanted to say it. I didn’t want to ruin things between us.”

Chris was silent for a moment, his brow furrowing as he stood up slowly. He walked over to you and gently took your phone from your hand, placing it on the coffee table. His touch was light, his hand brushing against your fingers in a way that sent warmth rushing through you.

“Hey,” he said softly, kneeling in front of you so you were eye-level. “You don’t have to apologize for your feelings. It’s okay to feel what you feel.”

But you couldn’t stop the tears. They came in waves now, the floodgates opening. “I just thought… I thought I was fine,” you whispered through the sobs. “I thought I could handle it. But seeing you with her, seeing you get so close to her, it just—it hurts so much. I… I don’t know how to be around you anymore.”

Chris’s expression shifted from concern to something deeper—something you couldn’t quite place. He gently cupped your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. His eyes were intense, a mix of confusion and something else—something you couldn’t decipher.

“You’re an idiot,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“You think I don’t feel it too?” he murmured, his voice rough. He gently pulled you into his arms, holding you close, his warmth enveloping you. “I’ve been trying to figure this out, too, you know.”

I opened my mouth to protest, to explain how I had felt so invisible, so forgotten. But his next words stopped me.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long, I’m pretty sure it’s written all over my face,” he said, his voice raw, unguarded. “But I never said anything because I thought you didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to mess everything up. But the truth is... I can’t stand seeing you hurt. I can’t stand the idea of losing you. I need you, and I always have.” Chris’s hands gently ran up and down your back, the touch comforting yet charged with emotion.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering against my chest as his words sank in. I blinked rapidly, trying to process them, to keep my composure, but it was like everything inside me finally cracked open. All the years of pretending, of burying my feelings beneath layers of friendship and doubt, had been in vain. Chris—Chris felt the same way.

“You... love me?” I whispered, still not quite believing it, my voice trembling as I searched his face for any sign of doubt. But there was none. His gaze was steady, unwavering.

“I love you,” he said, more firmly this time. “Always have. Always will.”

The realization hit you then, like a weight lifting from your chest. He had been feeling the same way all along, hiding his feelings just as much as you had.

Without thinking, you pulled back slightly, looking up into his eyes, and that was when everything seemed to come together. The pain, the confusion, the years of silence... it all fell away. The only thing that mattered now was the connection between you two.

“Chris... I’m scared,” you whispered, your hands shaking slightly as you cupped his face.

He smiled softly, that familiar, reassuring grin that made your heart race. “I know,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

My chest swelled with something I couldn’t quite name—relief, hope, joy—until it all broke free in a rush of emotion. Without thinking, I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. My hands found his chest, pressing against the solid warmth of him, and before I could stop myself, I was kissing him—softly, tentatively at first, as though testing the waters after a lifetime of waiting.

The moment our lips met, everything else faded into the background. At first, it was slow—tentative. His lips were soft against mine, his breath warm and steady. I could feel the tension in his body, like he was testing the waters, unsure if this was real. And then, just like that, it deepened. Chris’s hand slid to my waist, pulling me in closer, until there was no space left between us. His touch was gentle but firm, like he needed me, like he was afraid to let go. His lips moved against mine with a tenderness that made my heart flutter, each kiss a promise, each one a reassurance that this moment was more than just a fleeting desire.

I melted into him, my fingers finding their way to his chest, lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt. His heart was racing beneath my touch, mirroring mine. The kiss grew more urgent, but there was still a sweetness to it, a softness that made everything feel like it was happening in slow motion, like we had all the time in the world. His lips were warm and sure, coaxing mine to respond, to give in, and I did, losing myself in the sensation of him, in the feeling of finally being close to the one person I had secretly longed for.

But eventually, I had to pull away, gasping for air. The intensity of the kiss left me breathless, my body trembling from the closeness of it. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything beyond the overwhelming feeling of his lips on mine, of the warmth of his touch.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my chest heaving as I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, as if he were trying to hold onto the moment just a little longer. But when he opened them, he locked his gaze with mine, and in that moment, I saw something in his eyes I hadn’t expected—something so tender, so vulnerable.

He reached for me almost immediately, his hands gentle as he cupped my face, pulling me back toward him. His lips found mine again, but this time, it was softer—gentler. He kissed me with a tenderness that spoke volumes, as if he needed me as much as I needed him, and as if he had been waiting for this moment just as long as I had. His touch was no longer desperate, but filled with a quiet longing, a reassurance that we were in this together, that we had both found something we couldn’t bear to let go of.

His breath mingled with mine, warm and slow, as his forehead rested gently against mine. His hands moved to my back, holding me close, as if he never wanted to let me go. I could feel the warmth of his chest against mine, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my fingertips, and it was like everything in the world had finally fallen into place.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Chris whispered, his voice soft, almost a little shaky. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

I nodded, my heart swelling with emotions I couldn’t quite put into words. The love in his voice, the way he held me like I was fragile, like I was something precious—it was everything I’d ever wanted. He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering against my skin for a moment longer than necessary, as if he was memorizing the feel of me, like he never wanted to forget this moment.

“Don’t pull away,” he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. His eyes searched mine, the intensity in them soft but unwavering. “I need you here. With me. Always.”

I looked into his eyes, feeling the sincerity in his words, the depth of his feelings for me. His hands were still on my waist, holding me close but with a softness that made me feel safe, cherished.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered back, my voice a little shaky as I cupped his cheek, running my thumb across the stubble that had started to form there. “I’m right here.”

And with that, he kissed me again, slowly this time—more like a promise than a question. His lips were gentle against mine, like he was savoring the moment, making sure we were both fully present in it. There was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet certainty that we were exactly where we were meant to be. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer, and I let myself get lost in him, in the feeling of finally being with the person I had loved for so long.

When we finally pulled away again, I could see the faintest smile tugging at his lips, and I knew that whatever came next, we would face it together. His hands gently cradled my face, and I could feel the tenderness in every touch, every look. He wasn’t just kissing me; he was showing me that he needed me, that he loved me, in a way that words couldn’t fully express.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I'm sorry if this feels a bit rushed – it's because, well, it kind of is. This was a requested piece, and I apologize it's not a full-length fic, but I really hope you still enjoy it! Things have been pretty busy on my end, but I'm hoping to dive into future requests with more plot and depth. Thanks again for your patience and support!

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╰┈➤𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒊

[i-dared-myself]

Sick Day

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: can u do a ninth member one where she’s feeling sick but is forced to go on stage but is like coughing and not giving it her all or something like that? I don’t know just I love your writing and I would really love if u could do that :)

You throw your legs over the side of your bed and pad over to the door. You push it open and sniffle as you go down the stairs, throat aching.

“You look pale,” Changbin remarks once you throw yourself onto the couch with a groan.

“Don’t feel good,” you mumble back. You toss an arm over your face. “I feel so gross.”

“Who’s ready for this?” Jisung screams as he rushes into the living room. You cover your face and bite back a whine at the headache he causes. “Big performance today!” 

Changbin hushes him, motioning to you. “She’s sick.”

Jisung freezes, eyes widening. “That’s not good. We’re supposed to have that-“

You cut him off. “I know! You think I wanted to be sick?”

He throws his hands up and slowly backs out of the room. “I’ll go find some medicine.”

Changbin presses his hand to your forehead. “You feel warm.”

Felix walks by, frowning. “What are you doing?”

“Does she feel warm to you?” Changbin asks.

“Is this a trick?” Felix suspiciously questions. He narrows his eyes at you. “You’re… smoking hot. Sexy.”

“No!” Changbin snaps. “Does she have a fever?”

Felix’s mouth forms an ‘O’ as he approaches. He puts the back of his hand to your forehead before nodding. “Yeah, kinda.”

Hyunjin scoffs, leaning on the doorframe. “You just have cold hands. Let me see.” Hyunjin checks, before recoiling. “That’s a fever! Someone put a mask on her!”

“Has anyone used an actual thermometer yet?” Seungmin demands, hovering in the doorway. “Idiots.”

“Do we even have one?” Changbin asks. “Is it in the cabinet or…?”

Seungmin holds it up. “I heard you all shouting and grabbed it.”

Hyunjin winces. “Is it… an ass one?”

You duck behind Changbin. “It better not be!”

“It’s not! It goes under the tongue!” Seungmin rolls his eyes. “Come here.”

You reluctantly walk over, opening your mouth. He sticks it under your tongue, eyebrows pulling together when it beeps and flashes red.

“Fever,” Seungmin confirms.

Jisung sprints inside, juggling bottles of medicine. “What are your symptoms? We need to find the one that matches exactly with it.”

Felix peers at the bottles before taking one and inspecting the label. “This one is just vodka.”

Minho shuffles in, rubbing at his eyes. He yawns before noticing everyone. “Whats going on?”

“She’s sick,” Changbin announces. “Don’t tell Chan.”

You perk up. “Why not?”

“He’ll worry the whole time,” Hyunjin chimes in. “If you take some medicine you’ll be fine. Okay, maybe not fine, but he’ll worry himself sick if he hears.”

“And we don’t need two sick members,” you agree. “Okay, no one tell him.”

Minho clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Nonsense,” Jisung says as he pours some medicine for you. “Now take these drugs.”

“Don’t say it like that!” Felix pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s so- Just don’t do that.”

Jeongin wanders into the living room. “Who’s making breakfast? We leave in an hour and I’m hungry. I could eat a horse. Or Hyunjin would work. Pretty much the same thing.”

Hyunjin smacks the back of Jeongin’s head. “Careful. I haven’t had my coffee yet and am not in a good mood.”

Chan tugs at the strings of his hoodie. “What’s going on?”

You force a smile and push away the pounding headache. “Nothing.” You turn around and take the cup of medicine from Jisung, downing it like a shot. 

Chan scratches the back of his neck. “Okay then… Is everyone ready for today?”

You nod confidently, although it’s definitely not how you feel inside. “Yes. Very.”

Chan smiles softly. “Good. You’ll be great.”

Your stomach tumbles at his words. You really don’t need another reminder. This is your first time taking such a main spot. You’ll be in the front for the majority, being main vocalist.

And you’re sick.

Chan rolls up his sleeves. “I guess I’ll cook breakfast, then. You all be ready to go when it’s time.”

Felix grins, freckles scrunching up. “Sir yes sir.”

Chan points a finger at him. “You. You’ll be my kitchen helper for that.”

Felix sighs and his shoulders slump, but he obediently trails after Chan into the kitchen. “Sir yes sir.”

“Stay strong,” Jeongin whispers to you. He clenches a fist. “Fight the patriarchy!”

You bury your face in your hands. “Jeongin… No…”

Changbin grins, seemingly intent on making you suffer. “Down with the patriarchy!”

Seungmin pumps his fists, eyes glinting with mischief. “Up with the matriarchy!”

Jisung eagerly joins in. “Mommies rise up!”

Everyone stared at him.

Minho breaks the silence. “What?”

Jisung laughs nervously. “I was just… doing what everyone else was.”

“You really weren’t.” Hyunjin shakes his head.

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You grip your microphone tightly. You’re fairly certain that the medicine has worn off by now. You keep flashing between too hot, and too cold. Your head is pounding and your throat burns.

You adjust your belt before stepping out onto stage. The rest of your group follows shortly behind, waving enthusiastically to the crowd.

You take your place at the front, listening to the introductions. When they come to an end and the music begins, you raise your microphone to your lips.

And your voice rasps.

You quickly push it aside, continuing with the song. Your voice thankfully clears, but your head is growing light.

Chan shoots you a worried look a you stumble over a step. You ignore him and push through the movements.

Felix and Hyunjin rush past you, using dramatic hand gestures. Hyunjin had designed that part of the dance and was very proud of it and you’re so tired and-

You twirl in the wrong direction and Jeongin barely manages to slide around you. He plays it off with an extra movement that’s honestly impressive.

You hold off a cough long enough for Jisung’s lines to come up. You dart behind Changbin to cough, grimacing when it tastes like mucus.

Seungmin’s upper lip curls and he offers you a sympathetic look.

The rest of the group parts so you can make your way to the front. You sashay as the choreography expects, only to crumple as soon as you reach the front.

Minho falls to his knees next to you and loops his arms under yours. He drags you off the stage as the others continue with what little remains. You distantly hear Seungmin take over for you, too busy blinking to really pay attention.

Minho props you up, stroking your face gently. “Come on. Deep breaths and I’ll get you some water.”

You take a sip from your bottle when it’s offered to you. “I don’t feel good. I wanna go home.”

Minho hums and presses the heel of his hand to your forehead. “I think you have a fever.”

Chan springs backstage, eyes wide with panic. “What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital?”

You cough into your elbow. “I’m fine. Just sick.” Your voice is nasally and you can’t possibly imagine how bad you just sounded on stage.

Chan’s expression shifts. “You’re sick? Why didn’t you tell me? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“Told you,” Minho whispers as he glides away.

“It was their idea!” Your voice is gesture to the others. “They made me! I’m just sick and you should take pity on me!”

Chan crosses his arms. “That’s no excuse. You need to tell me these things so stuff like this doesn’t happen again. Got it?”

You nod. “I got it. Totally understand.”

Chan sighs and holds out his arms. “Come here.”

You bound towards him and bury yourself in his arms. He squeezes you once before releasing you.

“Now let’s go home.” Chan takes your hand in his and guides you out the doors. “The public and press are being dealt with now. You have nothing to worry about.”

You can barely keep your eyes open by the time you reach the company van. You fall asleep on Changbin, and he carries you inside the dorms.

“Wake up,” Chan softly says. “You need medicine.”

“Drugs,” Seungmin pipes up to make you laugh. “She needs drugs.”

“Mm,” Jisung wiggles his eyebrows, “I love drugs.”

Felix spins around and marches off. “I’ll go get some juice boxes.”

Jisung cheers and runs after him. You sit up to take the medicine you’re given. It’s disgusting and you gag.

Hyunjin jumps away. “Don’t vomit on me!”

You shoot him a dirty look. “Thanks, Hyunjin.”

Jeongin pats the top of your head. “You’ll be okay. Just don’t think about how no one thinks they’re going to die because of a cold, then bam they’re dead.”

“Let’s not talk like that.” Chan swoops in to place a hand on the small of your back. “Go up to bed and get some rest. When you come down we’ll have your juice boxes and maybe even some takeout.”

You cough into the crook of your arm. “I don’t wanna sleep by myself.”

“Ew.” Hyunjin curls away from you. “Don’t infect the rest of us! You’re a walking biohazard!”

“Here.” Changbin hands you a Dwaekki. “Just throw it in the wash when you’re done covering it in disease.”

Minho clears his throat. “Or we could just burn it.”

“Did someone say bonfire?” Jisung pokes his head into the room, a crazed look in his eyes.

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[yuzuna123]

Higa: What I found impressive was how Sakakura was so hated, but when everyone learned what he was like on the inside, his popularity shot up right when it was leading up to his last moments. In the beginning there, we were working hard planning a figure for him… Kodaka: It was kinda like, should we really have gone with Sakakura? (laughs) Higa: Things are a lot better now than they were back then. Kodaka: I’m sorry to Sakakura’s actor, Junichi Suwabe-san, who actually went and expressed his concern for him on Twitter. I want to make sure he knows just how popular he was in the end. Higa: When you watch the story again from the beginning after knowing about Sakakura, I think you’re gonna find him cuter when you see him putting on airs in the first half of the series. He acts tough, but he’s a good guy. Kodaka: Sakakura is deeply emotional. He’s catty at Naegi, and so on. But I don’t think he tells Munakata about his desires. He won’t even invite him out by saying, “Let’s go do some training together.” It’s like, he’ll watch him from afar, and come when he’s called. Also, I think you’ll notice this yourself upon rewatch, but when Sakakura tells Munakata, “As long as you’re still alive, the Future Foundation can get back on its feet,” you wonder if maybe he’s actually talking about himself, not the Future Foundation. Higa: It means that as long as Munakata is around, Sakakura will be all right.

omg i remember how much Sakakura was hated back then 😭😭

DR3 Spoiler Warning - here’s a post Kibou-hen interview with Kodaka and Higa (animation producer) from the Otomedia Winter 2016 issue. Much thanks given to @yukiz0me for scanning these!

This is … sure an interview, huh. I take no responsibility for anything anyone said in this. I’m just a translator living my life. I didn’t do anything! I was just trying to use my talent! It’s their fault for making something like this with it! (No it’s not actually that bad, but pretty lol-worthy in multiple frequent areas.)

Some topics covered include - reflection on the format and conceit of the series, Everyone Loves Sakakura, who would win in a fight, coming up with the ending first, SDR2.5, script revisions, all the things that got cut from Kibou-hen for time, Munakata’s character, Kodaka admitting he has no idea what happens next in-universe, ideas for spinoffs with the 77th class or 78th class, blu-ray extras… And More!

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[bestalbertcamuslover]

Retirement Temptations

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✯ pairing: Max Verstappen x GF! Reader ✯

✯ content warnings: None✯

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As she stepped into their apartment, shrugging off her coat and kicking off her low black heels, she barely had a moment to breathe before Max spoke.

“I just don’t understand,” he said, watching her intently, his tone both curious and fond.

She chuckled, rolling her shoulders to shake off the weight of the day. “First, hi. And what is it that’s so impossible to understand?”

Max was already closing the distance between them, his hands finding their way to her hips, warm and familiar, as he pulled her against him. “Why you keep working,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “Just leave it. I maintain you.”

She let out a soft laugh, resting her hands on his chest. “Max.”

“I’m serious,” he insisted, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. “You’re always saying how stressful it is, how exhausted you are. You don’t need it. I don’t need it. I just want you happy.”

She softened, brushing a hand through his hair. “Babe, I love my job.”

His brow lifted, unconvinced. “You love the thing that keeps you at the office late? That makes you groan in frustration when emails won’t stop coming in? That has you collapsing onto the couch the second you walk through the door?”

She let out a small hum, pretending to consider it. “When you put it like that…”

He smirked, pleased with himself. “See?”

She shook her head, smiling. “But it also excites me, makes me feel like I’m doing something worthwhile. And I love that feeling.”

Max exhaled, his fingers grazing soothing circles against her waist. “You know what else is worthwhile? Waking up slow, spending the whole day together, traveling wherever we want, whenever we want.”

She laughed softly, tilting her head. “You paint a very nice picture.”

“I do drive for a living,” he teased, grinning when she rolled her eyes at the pun. His voice softened then, thumb grazing her cheek. “I just don’t like seeing you so drained. I wish I could make it easier for you.”

She melted at his words, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and sweet. “You already do., but yeah, I’m not leaving my job.”

Max huffed, though there was no real exasperation behind it, just that playful stubbornness he always had when he wanted something. His fingers tightened slightly on her waist as he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers.

“Oh, come on,” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “Just think about it—waking up whenever you want, no meetings, no deadlines… just me, all day, every day.”

She snorted. “Wow, you really know how to sell it.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “I do my best.”

She let her fingers trail up the back of his neck, tilting her head as if considering it. “Hmm, a man maintaining a woman… kinda vintage of you, don’t you think? Very 1950s housewife. Should I start greeting you at the door in a dress and pearls with a martini in hand?”

Max let out a laugh, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

She gasped, playfully pushing at his chest. “Oh my God, you are sexist!”

“I am not!” he defended, grinning. “I just think you work too hard, and I happen to be very rich. It’s called efficiency.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well, Mr. Efficiency, I like my job, and I like working, so you’re just gonna have to suffer through it.”

He sighed dramatically, squeezing her closer. “Fine. But don’t expect me to stop trying to convince you.”

She grinned, pressing another kiss to his lips. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

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✯ authors note: English is not my first language and I hope you liked it <3

[demonic0angel]

Dani goes to Jazz to ask how to do romantic stuff with her boys, since Maddie is kinda insane.

“Jazz?” Dani asked, sneaking into the room. Jazz was sitting on her bed with her phone and when she saw Dani, she patted the area beside her, which Dani immediately jumped into with a grin.

“Did something happen?” Jazz asked.

“Can’t I just spend time with my favorite sister?” Dani cajoled, batting her eyelashes.

Jazz snorted. “I’m your only sister. What’s up?”

Dani hemmed and hawed for a little while longer before she finally admitted, “The dates I have with Kon and Tim kinda suck. How do you and Jason do it?”

Jazz blinked. “Why? What about them sucks?”

Then she paused and asked, “Why didn’t you ask Mom? She’s home, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, but she wouldn’t get it. Kon, Tim, and Jason are all from the same dimension and are superheroes. Mom is like a supervillain… and she’s insane and her idea of a date would probably be about killing Danny.”

Jazz winced but agreed. “You’re right. So what makes your dates together suck?”

“I don’t know, we can never agree on something to do and then whenever we do, it’s always interrupted by villains and then the date is ruined. Also, I think we’re all trying to learn how to date and it sucks,” Dani complained, flopping over Jazz’s lap. “So how do you and Jason do it? Because you’re working as a full-time psychiatrist in the morning and then you’re working as his assistant at night, and then Jason is a loser who died, so like, how do you guys do it?”

Jazz looked at the ceiling for a moment in exasperation before she answered, “Well, we do a lot of things. Jason and I treat our missions as dates, and we use stakeouts as an excuse to hang out with each other and cuddle on rooftops. We both enjoy it, so I don’t consider it a chore and it makes it fun.”

“So you use missions as dates,” Dani muttered, taking out her phone and putting it in a new note.

“We also share a lot of hobbies, like reading, so we’ll read together or we’ll share a book and pass it between us so we can each read a chapter in our free time. Then we talk about it or pass notes. He also makes excuses for us when we’re not busy and takes me to see new things. Sometimes, it’s not just about you, it’s about you learning about your partner.”

“Sharing hobbies…”

Jazz eyed Dani with a raised eyebrow and continued, “For example, a few weeks ago, he took me to a show because I’ve never seen it before, but he loved it. I learned something new and we both got to watch each other’s reactions. And then the other day, I took him to our university in Amity Park and he got to attend a couple of classes since he never got to before.”

Dani nodded. “Bring each other to new places… okay! I think I got an idea! Thank you so much! You’re the best!”

Jazz beamed. “Of course!” As Dani jumped off the bed, she called out after her, “Tell me how it goes!”

A few days later, as Jazz and Jason were huddled together on a rooftop, holding hands and quietly chatting over a hamburgers and fries, Jazz pulled out her phone and gasped in delight. “Oh! It looks like Dani just had her first successful date with Tim and Kon! She took them out to visit Clockwork and see different timelines!”

Jason laughed in surprise, tugging her phone towards him so he could see the excited text messages that Dani sent over. “Wait, are you serious? Tim was just asking Dick for advice about going on dates a few days ago!”

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “I’M GLAD THEY CAUGHT US..”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!gdragon x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff with some slight angst and super cute moments that will make you ASCEND! also you’re an idol so kinda.. idolish things happening lol

୨ৎ summary: you had known jiyong since you were both young trainees trying to go above and beyond to become better than each other. what you weren’t expecting is falling for him and on a warm summer day ready to tattle on yourself.. he confessed and your life changed for the better. a few months into the relationship dispatch had caught the both of you wanting answers and interviews—that’s where you were now.

୨ৎ from myeong: hello!! I feel as if I’m so bad at these summaries! hopefully I get better and better as I work harder! I’m so happy to take this request and get it done for you. I hope you can enjoy it!! x

summer flashback

pink lips curling up into a gentle smile when seeing the man struggle with the numerous ice cream bars he had in both arms, almost tripping over his own shoe as he finally reached you and the bench you both sat on every afternoon or evening. his laugh caught you off guard when trying to grab one of the melona bars knowing that he would grab the same one which only made you crack another smile at him. “you know I always get us an extra one just in case.” he spoke and you only nodded popping open the package and biting a chunk of the green ice cream letting it melt in your mouth instantly feeling much cooler. though.. it was time. time for you to confess something that’s been bothering you for quite some time. lips parting and head turning to face him—jiyong was already looking at you. his eyes were soft and he had the cutest smile on his face you fell even more in love with him just by this sight. “jiyong I—” but you were never able to finish. he had beat you to it just like he beat you in everything else. “I like you.” and that day your life changed forever but for the better. that day was always your lucky one.

“what if pictures were taken of you? are you crazy jiyong!” you rarely yelled at the man but he had crossed the line with not caring about who saw him entering your apartment building. being an idol yourself wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows.. a lot of hiding and not being able to act yourself was involved. the media and fans already knew you had grown up with the man himself, gdragon or kwon jiyong as you knew—but nothing about the relationship you’ve started with him only months ago. “oh so what? your fans love you way too much to do any harm. plus.. I follow a few pages that ship us together.” jiyong couldn’t help but smirk as his arms wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to his body, letting his face hide in the warmth of your neck as he pressed a few gentle kisses against your soft skin. you wanted to push him away but it was always hard to do so especially when he acted cute and cuddly like this and he knew you loved it. “even if they don’t get upset there’s still a group of your fans! we don’t know how they’ll react ji. I don’t want you in any kind of trouble either.” that’s what jiyong loved the most about you is how caring, attentive, and loving you were to not only him but those around you. “princess, no one will be able to take me from you, okay?” and with that the discussion was over with a sealed kiss.

it had only been a few hours since jiyong arrived at your apartment and the article popped up causing a stir within your fanbase and his own. “so.. something may have happened.” the sound of his voice was enough to make you cringe but not in a bad way—more of a.. I don’t want to know what you did or what happened way. jiyong handed you his phone and hesitantly taking it your eyes widened the second you seen the article. how would pictures be out this fast..? how hard did those reporters work? “gdragon caught arriving at his girlfriend’s house who’s also an idol! pictures below!”

the urge to throw up was stronger than ever and you felt a sudden wave of regret, anxiety, and anger wash over you. why even agree to this? dispatch should be sued for invading your and his privacy in several ways! of course your apartment building wasn’t a secret since it had been leaked months prior but to camp outside and wait for any movement was the most creepiest part. “princess? look at you.. it’s going to be okay, hm? just take a few deep breaths. we’ve gotten through a lot of things together and we can get through this one.” jiyong had a way with words each time he spoke to you like this it made all of the worries and anxiety disappear and never come back. you were most thankful for him.

cutely waving to the camera knowing your fans would enjoy it the most jiyong did the same thing and leaned into your shoulder just a bit, giving off ‘shocking�� pda that made the hosts gasp and tease you. this wasn’t your first rodeo you were a 3rd gen idol you knew how things worked and came about but.. this wasn’t any typical show you’d be on with your group, a boyfriend was here with you and not just any man but the kwon jiyong himself from bigbang. “you both have gotten so much support the past few days! how’s that making you feel?” the question was directed to you and in that moment you paused while looking down at your hands, playing with the charms from your fake nail set. your lips curling up into a sweet smile when you finally found the words to speak up for the first time, “I think it’s.. shocked me the most. I didn’t want to surprise my fans in a negative way but I’m thankful to be here with them on this journey.” you stopped to look at the camera and bowed your head, “thank you my angels.” and gave up a ‘fighting’ fist which you always did with your fans.

jiyong answered a lot more questions since he was far more experienced, popular, and knowledgeable than you but that didn’t mean anything negative. he was the gdragon himself and it was so nice to see him interact with the hosts with confidence rather than his usual anxious and nervous self. confidence looked good on him and he always thanked you which was something you couldn’t ever understand but he always mentioned you gave him his strength and courage to continue on.

“I have a different opinion about that though..” you spoke up quietly not wanting to be rude but it naturally came about and the hosts turned to listen, “I’m dating the kwon jiyong himself! it definitely feels so surreal. we’ve know each other since we were younger and I watched him blossom into this man full of talent and love for what he does. it’s been a great experience so far and I’m very lucky to be dating a k-pop legend.” jiyong covered his face after you finished speaking and for a moment there you felt like it was just him and you back at your apartment being silly together. jiyong would gently push you in a playful way and get so easily embarrassed it was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. that’s how it felt now and a few giggles left your lips, the chemistry between you both lighting up the entire room—the hosts noticing and making cute comments about it to one another and the camera. “I don’t know what makes her say such things because I’m very lucky to be dating the most popular, loved, and sought after girl.. you’re truly amazing my love.” it shocked you to see how he didn’t shy away from being so intimate with you on camera, his large hand grabbed your own and held it for the rest of the interview. this is what all girls wanted a gentle, genuine, and magnificent love.

after the interview jiyong took you to your favorite ice cream shop.. in daylight. in BROAD daylight which is something you both haven’t done since trainees at such young ages. jiyong was finally able to hold you close to him in public without caring about who was watching. he was finally able to kiss you as much as he wanted loving it when you got embarrassed and shy. “might sound crazy but I’m glad they caught us.” and he only earned a playful slap to his chest. although you had been so pissed about it earlier.. the urge to agree with him was strong—now being able to be a real couple in the public was something so rewarding.

[peachhcs]

Could you do an insta post where both Samy and will post photos of themselves (not like sexy ones, but ones that make the other weak in the knees) and they both don’t stop commenting how good the other looks and all their friends/family are like “we get it, you both think your bf/gf is hot” 😂

hopefully this is what you meant by the pics i searched high and low for these on pinterest HAHA

this was super fun and cutie to do though :)

au masterlist

samyhughes been out and about yknow

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| samyhughes I LOVE YOU OMG no ur amazing and beautiful 😍

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| samyhughes wow thanks tyler didn’t even know u noticed

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| samyhughes aw what a compliment mark! thanks!

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| hannahduke YUPPP tag him where is he?? he doing okay after this post??

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| samyhughes trust me he is 😌

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| mackcelebrini he’s been staring at them for the past 15 minutes actually

| user5 LMAOOO as he should tho

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| samyhughes thanks vote!

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| samyhughes BLAIREEE i love u

teddystiga_ ate down

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| samyhughes ugh what a compliment from you

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| _willsmith2 …

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user7 will staring at these photos is so valid of him. i would too.

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| samyhughes i fucking love that thing

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| samyhughes fuck i love you baby

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| gabeperreault44 so y’all are just as bad in the comments

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| samyhughes wow thanks gp!

thomasbordeleau_ wow he’s whipped for sure

| samyhughes 100%

ecklund_72 hey will’s gf

| samyhughes hey eck

mackcelebrini someone needs to teach will better media training..

| ryan.leno_4 LMAO PLS u kinda right tho..

| _willsmith2 ok..

_willsmith2 things from awhile ago

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gabeperreault44 YEAH SMITTY

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| _willsmith2 thanks gp i miss u 😍

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| _willsmith2 my best look tbh

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| _willsmith2 yupppp

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| _willsmith2 i miss boston

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| julianne_gelinas they really set the standard for the rest of us

user3 HAHA the friends' comments are sooo funny

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_willvote handsome looking guy

| _willsmith2 all u votey ❤️

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| _willsmith2 what do u mean

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| _willsmith2 i'm already yours dw 😘

| blairestevenson i love them my parents fr fr

| julianne_gelinas what i've been sayinggg

[nomie-11]

Showing, not Telling

masterlist!

synopsis: ellie's not one to say 'i love you,' she's one to show you how she does

pairings: ellie williams x reader

Ellie had never been verbal in her affection—a byproduct of never being raised with a loving smile, Ellie didn’t know how to be verbal when expressing her love. While she hadn’t been raised with ‘I love yous’ and ‘I care for yous,’ she had learned through Joel’s gruff, unspoken ways—his careful glances, the food left on her plate when he said he wasn’t hungry, the way he’d always walk just to the front of her, keeping her tucked in where it was the safest.

That was how she learned love. That was how she showed it. 

And you—well, you didn’t need the words, not really. 

You noticed it in the way she looked at you when she thought you weren’t paying attention, a quiet sort of fondness tucked into the corners of her small smiles. The way she’d meet your eyes across a crowded hall in Jackson, smirking at something only the two of you understood. How she’d flick a piece of bread at you at dinner just to make you roll your eyes, then offer you the last bite of her food just to make sure you ate enough. 

Then there were the notes. 

Small scraps of paper, usually torn from the edges of something old or her scrappy notebook, always in her messy scrawl. They started appearing before patrols, tucked into the laces of your boots or the pockets of your jacket when you weren’t looking. 

Be careful out there, dumbass. 

Try not to get yourself killed, I’d be pissed. 

Bring me back something cool, or don’t come back at all (kidding. Kinda—i need the 34th volume of savage starlight so if you see it please bring it back)

The first time you found one, it made you laugh. The second time, it made your chest warm. The third time, you started looking forward to them, tucking them into a little wooden trinket box Ellie had made with Joel when he was trying to teach her how to woodwork. The fourth time, you started to wonder what new variation of I love you she’d come up with next. 

One particularly cold morning, as you were pulling on your boots, Ellie shoved a note into your hands before you could react. 

“Read it later,” she said, running a hand through her shorter, already-messy hair and avoiding your eyes. 

So of course, the second you were out of sight, you unfolded the paper. 

It’s really fucking freezing, and you know the cold kinda freaks me out a little, so please just be safe and wear your scarf. 

You touched the scarf at your neck, smiling to yourself. 

Then there was the way she listened. 

It wasn’t just hearing—it was listening. Really listening. 

You talked a lot. About everything, about nothing, about things that didn’t matter and things that did. And Ellie? She remembered every detail. 

You couldn’t tell if she was writing it down, but she had everything locked away in a corner of her mind somewhere. Like the time you offhandedly mentioned that you missed the taste of peaches. A week later, she shoved a dusty old can of them into your hands, looking almost embarrassed. 

“I asked Joel and he still had a can from when we were on the road,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Figured you’d want it.” 

Or the time you told her about a Fleetwood Mac song your mom used to play when you were little, something you hadn’t heard in years. And one night, weeks later, she dragged you up to her room, sat you down, and pulled out her guitar. 

It was choppy, a little off-key, but it was your song. 

When you looked at her, something tight in your chest, she just shrugged. 

“You mentioned it,” she said, strumming absentmindedly. “Figured I’d learn it.” 

That was Ellie. 

And then there were the things she did when she thought you wouldn’t notice. 

Like taking on extra work without being asked, fixing things in your little garage apartment before they broke fully, making sure the bed you shared had enough blankets before you went to sleep. 

One evening, after a long day, you dragged yourself into the stables, exhausted from an awful double shift on the wall watch duty. You were dreading the chore ahead of you—cleaning out your horse’s stall, hauling hay, checking the saddle straps. But when you got there, it was already done. 

The stall was clean, the saddle polished, fresh hay stacked neatly in the corner. 

You turned, knowing before you even saw her. 

Ellie was leaning against the wooden fence, arms crossed, a smug little grin tugging at her lips. 

“You’re welcome,” she said, before you could even ask. 

You just shook your head, smiling. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, kicking at the dirt. “You looked like you were about to keel over earlier. And I owed you for volume 34, so now we’re even.” 

You stepped closer, your hand brushing against hers. 

“Thanks, El.” 

She just nodded, glancing away—but you caught the small, please smile that she tried to hide. 

Yeah. She’d never been one for words. But she didn’t need them. Not when she loved you like this. 

a break from my usual vi programming for my new wife ellie williams!

anyways sorry for being mia i've been super sick and suffering writers block so yeah, but i'll be coming back slowly!

If you enjoyed this one shot, please check out my other series!

[globaloppaaa]

tell us about meeting enhypen PLS

aw haha yes!!

again, might have to delete this in a week for privacy reasons hehe…

PART 1 of my lil story time

so on “night 2 😏” as me and my crazy obsessed friends like to remember, we figured “okay we have to perform tomorrow morning, let’s exit the arena early so we can just get to bed.” but the security guard gave us a weird look as we tried leaving with everyone else. he was like “no no, artists come through here” and ushered us to exit back through backstage… right as all the artists were coming off too.

so we’re walking back down the hall to leave and my eyes immediately focus on this group of tall ass dudes, i think my friends realized who they were too bc one of them whipped out there phone to record.

but i had done this before and knew that we should respect their space, and also knew since we were performing we couldn’t get caught doing anything to make the CJENM look bad bc they were our sponsors, i had to throw in that professional pep-talk that was like “DONT TALK DONT SMILE JUST BOW AND GO.”

as soon as i finished saying that it was like they just appeared before my eyes… enhypen was literally right in front of me like in a single file line, they looked like a kindergarten class lmao the formation was tight 😭

i didn’t get to have a conversation but we “very calmly and professionally” wished them good job and bowed lol, they said thank you and good job to us too!! i was like “are we actually important omg”.

Jake’s smile?? OH MY GOD could literally light up a sky i’m not exaggerating. he was so sweet and kinda gave frat boy lol.

Sunoo looked like the most precious little thing i’ve ever seen his little thank you was adorable (but he is NOT short lemme tell you)

Jay and Jungwon looked a bit confused lol i don’t think they could tell if we were random fans or performers bc our Badges were covered, but they both gave us thumbs up! Jungwon is… wow he’s like ripped. that muscle T did him so well lol. I think he got suspicious why my friend was “clapping” for them with a phone in hand haha.

Sunghoon? yeah um… so i didn’t know that my friend was secretly recording but

THATS HIM LOOKING AT ME

i looked at him and embarrassingly, time actually stopped 😭 i was like “so this is what true love is wow.” lmaooo he like LINGERED ON ME FOR A SEC? i didn’t wanna be up in his face so i just politely smiled and bowed

niki had been eyeing us during the concert FOR SURE… so when we said good job and greeted him he seemed almost comfortable saying hello! i was aw hey old pal. i have pics of this too but..privacy hehe

heesung is A SKYSCRAPER HOLY FUCK, like ik he’s not the tallest but mind you im like 5’3”. He smiled and it was so cute and said thank you while he was grabbing himself a water and it was such a special moment for us. i’m truly never gonna forget it!

let me know if you guys want any other stories with the other groups!!

[nugatorysheep]

What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

[maximsdeadwife]

Come Close I’ll Show You Heaven

Logan x afab!reader

1.8k words

Summary: getting with Wolverine isn’t exactly what you expect

Authors notes: this is for my beloved @heresthestorymorningglory who has been my best friend, my sister, my beta reader, my favourite writer, my supporter and everything in between since we met through fandom a year and a half ago and have been writing and having fun with our favourite characters together since. Logan’s an old love for both of us, but for her birthday he’s entirely hers. Title comes from one of her Logan songs, I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) by Taylor Swift.

Content/warnings: nsfw, dry humping, fingering, kinda premature ejaculation but not really, alcohol mentions, fluff, crying

Logan couldn’t remember the last time he allowed himself to feel. He wasn’t sure he still possessed the ability, even if he stopped numbing every thought with the soothing sting of alcohol. It provided him the only moments of quiet he’d experienced in years, or at least, something close to it.

His kiss had been bruising; a rough, heated mess that you were almost sure would end in his hips slamming hard against yours until he found the brief release he needed and left you used and disappointed.

Because you knew that whilst you wanted him, he probably just wanted to get his dick wet. Hell, he even kept his mask on while he kissed you to keep his distance.

You knew it would be a one time thing, and now, with his lips ghosting over your throat accompanied by that delicious scratch of stubble, you had two choices – go with it and finally have him even just this once, or never know. And you had to know.

His fingertips drove into your waist as you made your mind up, grounding you back with him.

It felt so good, those heavy, muscular arms controlling your movements. Heat rushed to your core at the thought of him taking what he needed just like this, and the thought that it might not be so disappointing after all to have the Wolverine use you, feral and strong and ravaging. It was already kind of thrilling just to kiss him.

His grip loosened then and your heart sank – just a little at first, and then, all at once as he stilled above you.

‘Listen-’

‘No, it’s ok,’ you interrupted, beating him to it, ‘you don’t need to say it.’

You didn’t need to see him without his mask to know a thick line had appeared between Logan’s brows.

‘Say what?’ he asked.

‘That you don’t want me- or, I’m not doing it for you… whatever. You’ve changed your mind.’ You pushed yourself up beneath him, creating a physical distance so he didn’t have to. ‘It’s ok, we can just pretend this never happened and-’

He pushed himself forward and his lips pressed to yours again, only this time, he was ever so gentle. You gasped against them. You’d never seen him gentle. Never thought you’d feel it, either.

‘Not what I was getting at,’ he breathed, gruff, against your lips. His voice was the lowest you’d ever heard and you could feel it shiver through you. ‘Believe me, you’re doing… everything for me. It’s just- it’s been a while, alright? That’s all.’

‘Oh...’ You froze. Did you hear that correctly?

‘So, if I disappoint you-’ he broke off with a frustrated huff.

‘No, you won’t. You can’t,’ you reassured, kissing him back tenderly. You could practically feel his heart swelling at your response.

You wanted him, and he didn’t deserve anyone wanting him, but you did, and it was sincere and… kind of overwhelming.

His hand, once grabbing careless and rough at your hips, rubbed slow, tender circles into your back as the other pushed up into your hair, thick fingers tangling loosely in the strands. His chest heaved with a relief so intense it was almost tangible.

‘What do you need?’ you breathed, and he paused for a moment.

No one had ever asked what he needed. He wasn’t even sure.

‘Just you,’ he said.

You hooked a careful leg around his waist to pull him down closer to you, his hips falling easily between your thighs, and your tongue teased, warm and wet against his lower lip until he parted them and invited you back in.

You took the lead this time, slow and languid, and he hummed into it, hips rocking against the gentle movement of yours while he basked in your attention.

You rolled onto your sides to face one another, and little grunts were swallowed by your mouth as his arousal, very evident in the yellow spandex slid over yours.

Daring, you thought, since it had been how many months? Years? Since he’d been with someone else. 

You weren’t sure exactly how long Logan considered a long time, and although you were sure the alcohol consumption might help slow things a little, you really didn’t want him to peak too soon if this would be the one and only time.

You were on track to be fucked by the Wolverine for Christ’s sake — but more than that, you wanted to show him a good time, let him feel the comfort of another’s touch, let go. If he came now, you weren’t sure you’d ever get another chance to show him that.

He pulled back though, and you smiled at him, small but genuine. Reassuring again.

You fought the urge to reach up and push his mask back so you could look into his eyes, watch his reaction as you stroked his stubbled cheek with real affection.

Logan beat you to it. He slid the hand from around your back to push the mask away himself. Tired eyes turned watery as they met yours, and you sighed.

‘What?’ he grumbled, ‘Prefer me with it on?’

You couldn’t stifle your laugh. ‘No. Well, I mean… I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it, but right now I wanna see you.’

‘Freak,’ he grinned, hand moving back to your waist.

You let your fingertips wander over his suit, bright yellow dulled by dirt and stained with blood, memorising the contours of his body beneath while he memorised the warmth of your palm.

You let out a pleased little moan when your fingers found his erection and dragged up the impressive length, and his eyes squeezed shut. 

‘Fuck,’ came a growl from under his breath. 

He’s sensitive, you delighted, and took your hand away, back to resting on those broad shoulders.

‘Fuckin’ tease,’ he smirked, eyes lighting up with a fire you hadn’t yet seen but knew lurked somewhere in the depths. Impatient, he slid his hand between your thighs. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you confirmed, and he pressed his cupped palm against you, fingers teasing through fabric. ‘We gotta get rid of some of these layers, though.’

There was a simultaneous scramble then, during which you managed to help him shed the top half of his suit, and he tore off everything you were wearing far too easily.

You grazed his cheek with the backs of your fingers, and he leaned into it, starved, and in his eyes, undeserving.

His stomach flipped as your fingertips toyed with his hair. He was topless beside you, and you reached for his face first? Not his bare chest or abs? His eyes stung as he bit back the threat of tears.

‘That’s better,’ he hummed, distracting himself by resuming his previous position, thick fingers sliding between your folds.

‘Please,’ you gasped, trying to rock against his palm.

He liked that. A pang of guilt bubbled low in his gut again, but arousal washed it away when your fingers circled his wrist and clenched around it.

‘Jesus, you’re wet,’ he said. It was husky, and just surprised enough for you to notice.

Did he really expect you not to be?

‘All for you, bub,’ you replied playfully.

The smile dropped from your lips as he shifted from casually circling his slicked up finger over your clit to sliding a finger inside.

Logan watched closely, the way your eyes fluttered closed and your cheeks powdered red, the way your breath fell from between your parted lips in hungry little pants.

You felt warm and familiar, and his dick throbbed as he curled his finger inside you, deliberate and precise. His head dropped to the crook of your neck and he clenched his jaw to keep from nuzzling there.

‘Gonna cum for me?’ he panted, hot against your throat.

‘Gonna- ah!- f-fuck me?’ you managed between heaving breaths.

Logan didn’t answer, just chuckled against you as he fucked his finger into you faster, and lifted his head in time to watch you unravel, his eyes alight with wonder and arousal.

He didn’t rush you as you came down from your back-arching high, he simply slowed the movements of his hand. The aftershocks of your climax clenched deliciously around his finger as he massaged you down, relishing in every squeeze.

He still had it.

‘Still want me after… what do they call it these days? Post-nut clarity?’ he asked, trying hard to sound unbothered, but you heard the way his voice cracked with doubt.

‘More than ever.’

He dropped his forehead to yours as he carefully eased his finger out, relishing in the small whine that told him you felt empty without it.

‘Mmh, you feel so good,’ he dared admit as he lined himself up and gradually pushed inside to give you time to adjust, ‘so warm, so wet- oh fuck-’

You were glad he’d removed his mask. As much as the sweet burn of his cock stretching you had you clawing at his back, the blissed out look on his face was making your toes curl the most.

He rolled his hips so slowly you thought he must be holding back, being too cautious, either with you or for his own performance. Either way it didn’t matter, it was so different from what you’d expected your core throbbed.

‘You won’t break me,’ you whispered, ‘I’m yours, however you want.’

‘Feels good just like this,’ he all but whimpered, hiding his face at your shoulder again groaning, low and drawn out while his fingertips dragged over the parts of you he could reach.

He gazed down at you through those tired eyes, no longer bothering to fight the tears that slipped from the corners. 

‘Come for me,’ you breathed, and somehow it was the most romantic thing he’d ever heard.

With a low groan rumbling from his chest, he snapped his hips, once, twice. Three uneven, hurried thrusts and he roared, fists strategically moving the mattress either side of you as his claws extended with a muffled snikt! as he emptied inside you.

He pumped you so full that his release dripped back out, hot and thick around his softening cock and onto the sheets beneath.

‘Fuck-’ he growled, collapsing beside you.

 . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  

You woke a few hours later, resting on his chest, and glanced up at him. 

Logan was still awake, deep in thought. He huffed.

‘What is it?’ you yawned, pushing yourself up to get a proper look at him. You assumed you’d wake to him long gone with his seed drying on your thigh, but he was very much still here. 

‘Just… don’t tell anyone, alright?’ he said, as if imparting a secret.

‘Tell them what?’ 

‘Yknow. That I-’

‘That you’re secretly a big softie and you fuck good? Yeah, ok,’ you mocked, ‘my lips are sealed. So long as you keep the mask on next time.’

Logan shot you a withering look and with a subtle smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth, closed his eyes as you settled back against his chest.

[corpsedogs]

jason todd x f!vigilante

MDNI dub-con, praise, relationship status up to interpretation

✿ ivy pollen — jason helps you out as you get exposed by ivy’s pollen. (not proof read)

“They want us to clean up this?” you gawk as you look at the greenhouse in front of you. Large plants and flowers were scattered everywhere, you could visibly see the moving stem circling around the greenhouse like some sort of python and some flowers that open and close every second

Jason merely shrugs, as if cleaning up a plant infested greenhouse would be a piece of cake “Be lucky its just this.”

You and Jason had been assigned to clean up the mess Ivy did in a recent mission Cass, Damian and Bruce had done. Since uh, GCPD can’t obviously do this, Bruce had chosen the two of you to be in charge of the job.

The two of you entered the greenhouse, Ivy isn’t here at the moment, so the plants were a little bit tamer without its master. At least no one was ordering around to kill you.

The task was to destroy as much hostile plants as possible, if they were to difficult to destroy, then place them to the pots or incubators by the truck the GCPD parked by.

Jason was already getting frustrated, most of the plants he was picking up were already starting to try to wrap around his arms. He could feel the plants trying to dig their vines and leaves into his skin as he grabs and pulls the roots away, this was not a pleasant feeling.

He tried to focus on removing the most toxic plants away first, but there were a lot of the damn things. He was hoping you had a good grasp on the little plants, otherwise this would be a long day

“These plants are a nuisance, why can't Ivy just mind her own business?”

“You said you wanted the harder ones.” you reminded him, “Do you want any help?”

“I can handle it, just focus on the smaller ones.” Jason said with a grunt as he felt a large vine wrap around his entire upper arm and start to squeeze. The plant in his other hand was starting to poke tiny thorns into his palm, “This is gonna be a long night.” he deadpanned.

You ignored his complains and approached a medium sized plant. Its petals were pink and it seemed like it was breathing. The plant looks up at you as it petals opens, it seems to recognize your presence as it purrs.

You smiled and placed your hand under the plant's chin, it almost resembled some kind of pet.

You turned your gaze to Jason, “Hey, look. Not all of them want to kill us.”

Jason looked over at the plant you were petting, his eyes widen for a moment as he takes in that you're actually petting the dang thing. He stares blankly for a moment before raising a single eyebrow

“Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you're petting a plant?” Jason asked flatly. “I mean…it’s kinda cute.” you say with a shrug as you continued to pet the plant. It seemed to really like it, it almost looked like it was nuzzling into your hand “Cute?” he repeated dryly, “You know it could possibly be poisonous, right?”

You didn’t listen as he huffs, “Don’t touch it.” he sharply says, “It’s fine. It’s harmless.” you reassure him.

"Yeah and how do you know that?" Jason asked, he seemed more annoyed by you not listening to him than anything.

"I swear sometimes you can be so-"

He was cut off with the plant shooting pink dust in your face, you immediately started coughing uncontrollably as you let go of the plant. Jason immediately pulls you out and places his hands on your shoulders.

“Hnn..” you groaned weakly as he examined your face, “God I feel weird.” you mumbled. He gently turns your head from side to side, studying your face. He doesn't see any serious harm, but you seemed off somehow.

"Do you feel dizzy?" he asked. He was starting to get a bad feeling, he was on edge about what the plants effect actually was. You nod your head in response, your eyes starting to look a bit fuzzy. Jason glances down and notices a small pink tinge to your cheeks.

"Let’s go to the safehouse.”

He quickly guides you out of the greenhouse, “Oracle, we’re going to the safe house. A planted sprayed some kind of toxin on her, i’ll try to use the antidotes there in case she infects anyone.”

It didn't take long until you made it to the safehouse and Jason was already setting you down on the small couch in the living room. You felt hot, and you felt like as if there was an itch in your body.

You especially feel the heat down at your core and it felt so uncomfortable. You closed your legs and crunched down to try and ease the pain.

Jason noticed your movement out of the corner of his eye. He had been watching you closely, making sure you were alright. He raised a eyebrow as he saw you curling up, you looked visibly uncomfortable.

"Are you in pain?"

As you look up at him, you can’t help but flush as you felt the heat between your legs burn more “Yeah, uh. Pretty much.” you winced. In your head, some unholy images popped up in your head, images of things your body desperately needed. You then slightly shake your head and close your eyes as you suppress your thoughts.

You were struggling against these strange feelings. You never felt this much heat or desperation before. you wanted.. needed, something but you weren't sure of what.

Jason had a pretty good idea of what was going on, the plant must’ve sprayed an aphrodisiac on you. He looked down at you, watching as you tried to curl up to ease the heat. It was starting to get to him too, seeing you like this “Alright, I think I know how to help."

"You do?" you mumble weakly. Your thighs were rubbing together, hoping to find some kind of relief. He could feel his own body start to heat up in response to your increasing desperation.

It was obvious you were starting to lose yourself to the aphrodises, the plant’s effects taking over your logic and reasoning. He gently placed a hand on your knee, trying to get your attention. You jumped at the contact, it felt like a fire through your trousers.

“Look, I’m going to help you, alright? You’re going to have to trust me though.” Jason said quietly.

You nod your head slowly, not trusting your voice to speak. You didn’t care what he was going to do at this point as long as it could relieve the needy heat in your body. He took that as a yes, then slid his hand slowly up your thigh, noticing your body tense in response.

“Just relax, I’ll make it feel good.” Jason’s voice was a deep whisper, trying to reassure you that he could soothe the ache you wanted gone so badly. “Jay- don’t be all talk please.” your voice let out a whine you didn’t mean.

His smirk grew larger at your whine, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. The fact that you were starting to give in to him was doing something to him that he couldn’t explain.

“Don’t be so impatient, I’ll take good care of you.” he said as he placed his hand in between your thighs.

You let out a whimper in response, your hips grinding pathetically into his hand. The feeling of his strong, rough hand in your sensitive clit was sending tingles through your entire body.

Jason continued to gently rub his hand slowly, wanting to build the anticipation for you. He wanted to hear more of your desperate whines, it was like music to him. He could feel himself starting to get hard from your reactions and it was all he could do not to give in too quickly himself.

His fingers moved in slow circles, applying pressure to your aching clit. You whimper and try to rock your hips against his hand, wanting more of that sweet friction.

”Look at you, you’re so wet. You want it badly don’t you? All you have to do is ask for me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Please-” you pleaded softly, your voice cracking from both need and embarrassment. This was nothing like you at all, but right now you didn’t care. You were overwhelmed with desire and you needed him to make it better.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled on your waist, you let out a small noise of confusion before realizing what he meant.

He guided you onto his lap, your legs straddling him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, it was hard and large. His hands were on your hips, holding you in place as he leaned in close to you.

You could feel his breath on your neck and it sent shivers down your spine. He placed hot kisses on your neck, moving slowly and leaving a trail up to your ear. His lips were hot and rough, it made your head spin.

You lift your hips up slightly so that he can pull the spandex slowly down your thighs, the cool air on your skin sending goosebumps across your legs. You feel a sharp shiver go down your spine when he places his big, rough hands on your bare hips.

You leaned in to give him a desperate and clumsy kiss as your hips grind on him for friction. He let out a soft groan into the kiss. His grip on your hips tightened slightly as you grind against him, his growing bulge pressing against you.

“Damn, how strong is this ivy poison?” he huffed as he pulls away.

He placed another kiss on your neck, this one much harder than the previous one. His hands move down to your thighs, gently squeezing as he held you in place.

"Just be patient. You'll feel good soon enough."

“Jay.. Jay please..” you softly whisper in his ear, “I need you.. help.”

He had to bite back a groan when you spoke in his ear, your sweet voice begging for him was something he didn’t know he needed this badly. He nipped your neck before responding, "I’m going to take care of you. Just trust me."

He lifts your hips up to tug away his boxers and your panties and you practically drool at his size. He placed another kiss on your neck before moving his hands back to your hips. "Now, you just relax, alright?"

He rubbed his thumbs in circles on your inner thighs, trying to soothe you. The heat and desperation was clearly taking its toll on you, and he didn’t want you to feel any more uncomfortable.

Jason lifted you higher, moving one of his legs to prop your hips up a little. He positioned himself right below your dripping cunt, then placed one of his hands on your waist.

When you push down on his thick cock you cant help but moan in relief. He grunted as you sunk down onto him, his grip on your waist getting even more firm. You were soaking wet and hot and his cock felt amazing.

You started to move up and down. There was no rhythm and you were moving like an animal in heat as you had no control.

“Easy there,” Jason said, his voice slightly strained as you moved. He could tell that you were starting to lose yourself, the plant poison was starting to take completely over your body.

His hands were still on your waist, gently guiding you as you rode him.

“But I need.. I need..” you pant.

“I know what you need, but you need to calm down a little bit." he murmured, looking up at your flushed face. "Just let me take care of you."

He took your waist and started moving you up and down in a rhythm. He held onto you tightly as he started to move you, setting a slow pace at first. He could see how much you were struggling, how you were practically begging for relief from this overwhelming heat.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice low and rough "just let go, I’ve got you."

He continued to move in a steady rhythm, listening to your soft moans and whimpers and wanting to make you feel even better. But after a few moments, he could tell you were starting to get more and more restless and needy again, like the heat was building up once more.

"Look at you, you're such a mess." he said in a low voice, his fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to move you "But I like it, it just means I get to take care of you more, isn't that right?"

You nodded in response.

"That's right. You're going to let me help you and take care of you, right?" he lifted you up just a bit, then slammed you back down against him, making you gasp in response.

"You're too good for me, so I'm going to make sure you feel good," he said, his voice getting a little strained. It was getting more difficult for him to keep himself under control, but he wanted to wait until you were fully satisfied before he let himself go.

He moved your hips a little harder, wanting to build the pressure for you. You were making cute little needy whimpers in his ear, and each one of them was making him go insane.

You felt a knot in your stomach as you did a broken moan, “I’m close..” you whispered in his ear.

He loved hearing you being so needy and telling him what you needed, it gave him a sense of control that he didn't know he needed so badly.

"Are you?" he whispered back, his voice strained. "Then we should probably do something about that, shouldn't we?"

With that, he lifted you up a little bit and then slammed you down even harder. The change of angle hit you in the right spot and he could tell from your face that it felt good.

He kept moving you in that same spot, wanting to hear more of your needy whines and whimpers. He was starting to get close himself, the control was slipping out of his grasp.

"Come here," he said, pulling you down into a rough kiss.

He could taste the desperation in your lips, your body was so hot against his skin. He held you close as he kissed you, hoping the feel of his tongue against yours would drive you over the edge.

Jason drank in your moan as you came, he could feel your body shake against his as you reached your climax. It was a beautiful sight to him.

"That's it, good girl." he said in a low voice, still holding you close. He could tell you had come down from your high, but it was clear that you weren't satisfied just yet, you needed even

You panted as you looked at him hazy. He looked back at you, his gaze intense. He could feel how much you wanted this, wanted him, and it was driving him fucking crazy.

The heat and pain honestly felt worse after the first round.

"Do you want more?" he asked.

“Please.”

He lifted you up off of him, making you whine in protest before he flipped you around so that you were lying on your back on the couch. He moved over you, leaning over to cover you with his body. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring yours as he started to position himself between your thighs.

Jason pushes his cock in,, not waiting for you to adjust at his size considering you were already so prepared.

He moved in and out of you, picking up a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the heat already starting to build again, every inch of you felt so good to him.

He felt like the poison from the plant had done a number on him as well, he kept his face close to yours, so he could hear every gasp and whimper that came out of your mouth.

He grunted as you dug your nails into his back and held onto him for dear life. It felt like you were the only thing tying him to reality, and honestly, he didn't mind.

He continued to thrust in your pussy, doing circles around your puffy clit. It felt so good that you couldn't think straight, the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of you around him. He started to move even faster, his cock slamming into your pussy with each thrust.

You let out a broken moan as he hits the spot that makes your legs close. He leaned in to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he continued to move. You tasted so sweet, it was like his own kind of poison, and he couldn't get enough of it.

He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily with each ragged breath. He looked at you, his eyes dark with need, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

You felt your orgasm building up again as you whined, “I-im gonna..”

He grunted in response, his hands holding onto your thighs a little tighter. "Go ahead, come for me." He practically growled the words, his voice rough and deep, his own climax starting to build in the pit of his stomach,

You cried out his name as you came all over his cock. He let out a low groan as he felt you tighten around him, it was the final straw before all of the control he had slipped out of his grasp.

He came hard inside of you, his body shaking and his fingers digging into your thighs. It felt like every nerve in his body was set on fire at once. He collapsed above you, panting hard as he tried to regain his breath.

He could feel how hot and sweaty his skin was as he lays on top of you. He lifted his head to look at you, noticing that your face wasn't nearly as flushed and your eyes didn't look quite as hazy anymore. The ivy's poison must've finally started to wear off.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice still hoarse and rough as he brushed some stray hairs off your sweaty forehead.

“Y-yeah. Um, I am.” you said, looking away feeling flushed on what just happened.

"Embarrassed?" he asked quietly, still trying to catch his breath. "That was pretty fun."

“I didn’t know I wasn’t able to control myself like that.” you said. After years of training, you couldn’t believe you lost your control even though you were trained to maintain it hundreds of times.

He smiled a little bit as he heard you try to defend yourself. "Yeah well, even the best lose control sometimes,"

Oracle tuned in on his comms, which thankfully he didn’t leave hanging while fucking you. “Red Hood, have you given her the antidote?” she asks.

Technically.. the antidote was pretty useless now. Jason rolls his eyes a bit at Oracle's question.

"Yeah Oracle, I've given her the antidote. She's fine now."

“Great, Red Robin and Spoiler will take over the greenhouse instead. Both of you rest.” Oracle said before tuning out. Jason can't help but shake his head at her response, he knew she wasn't buying that he gave you the antidote, but it seemed like she didn't want to say anything.

“I'm tired.. and sore.” you mumbled as you leaned ln his chest. "Yeah, I figured you would be. Come on, I’m pretty sure this safe house has a bed that fits the both of us.”

🌷 did u like this? i didn’t, i dont know how to write smut.. i might delete this but um yes

[uceyliyahh]

WHITE TEE

Summary: Normani went to her very first Monday Night Raw in her hometown Atlanta to see her favorite superstar Jey Uso in his all white outfit until one thing led to another in his locker room.

Warnings: unprotected sex, hot make-out session, fingering, praises, daddy kink, mamas, mama, oral (M, F, receiving), creampie, fluff at the end :)

word count: 4,717

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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OMNSCIENT

Normani had been eagerly anticipating this day—her chance to see her favorite wrestler perform live in Atlanta. Excitement bubbled within her as she prepared to head out with her friends, who shared her passion for wrestling. After perfecting her makeup and applying a glossy lip color, she playfully smacked her lips together, creating that satisfying “pop” sound. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already seven-thirty; they needed to leave soon to make it to the arena before the show kicked off.

She gazed at the presents she intended to give him, planning to wait until after the show, knowing that once he emerged, the crowd would erupt in excitement. Meanwhile, Normani glanced over to ensure her friends were busy chatting away in their group message.

IMESSAGE GC

Gigi🤍: girl I cannot wait to see my favorite wrestler whoop some ass tonight

Tink😘: yesss me too I love me some Dom Dom Liv Morgan better move her ass out the way fr 😭

Mani💗: yall are so funny fr

Tink😘: girl how can you be so calm to right now? You finna see Main Event Jey Uso for the first time

Gigi🤍: what she said

Mani💗: if I’m being honest I’m dying on the inside but I’m just tryna to keep my cool for now

Gigi🤍: nah just wait until she sees him she’s going to fold instantly hell he might just fold you up like a pretzel

Tink😘: STOP 😭😭

Mani💗: GENESIS! STOP IT BRO😭😭

Gigi🤍: 🤷🏽‍♀️ Hey I’m just saying that man look like he a big package so

Mani💗: anyways is yall otw to the crib so we can go

Tink😘: we are pulling up now so come outside and bring a jacket it’s kinda cold

Mani💗: aight I’m coming

Normani picked up her purse and keys, making sure to grab the gifts she had bought for Jey. She took a final glance at her outfit, feeling confident, before making her way downstairs to the door. As she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of her friends waiting for her, the car filled with the vibrant sounds of music. She spotted Tink's head poking out of the window, ready for a fun night ahead.

Tink urged, "Come on, girl! We can't be late!" as Normani hopped into the car, quickly shutting the door. With a swift motion, Tink backed out of the driveway, steering towards the arena.

As they cruised toward the Arena, lost in the rhythm of Gorilla, Tink turned down the volume slightly and leaned over to ask Normani a question, all while effortlessly singing along to the lyrics.

“What kind of gifts did you buy him Mani?” She asked.

“Just something simple like I got him a tiger eye bracelet since I’ve been noticing him and his brother wears that a lot on their wrist and a chain that says Main Event on it nothing to crazy,” Normani said as Tink nodded her head.

“Girrrl you got that man a chain? Oh he’s going to love that for sure,” Genesis replied as Normani rolled her eyes at her before smiling.

She kept a secret from them: she slipped her number into the box containing his chain, hoping he would notice it. Yet, deep down, she was merely a fan, cautiously exploring the possibilities.

The group successfully navigated through security, had their tickets scanned, and even picked up some merchandise before settling into their seats just as the show was set to start. Normani felt a wave of nerves wash over her; this was no longer just a movie playing on the big screen at home—it was happening right in front of her.

As the lights dimmed, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and cheers erupted from every corner, including theirs. "Oh my gosh, it's finally happening! I'm so nervous right now!" Genesis exclaimed, feeling the adrenaline surge.

“I know I’m scared bro,” Normani said as the Pyro scared the hell out of them causing them to flinch a bit as they all began to cheer after the Pyro was done.

As the music started, it was clear that the show had kicked off, with the commutators on the big screen making their introductions. The girls were seated in the prime front row, the best seats in the venue. Normani felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, worried that she might miss the chance to present Jey with his gifts, especially since he was always busy greeting fans up in the balcony.

There were a lot of celebrities in the house tonight including rappers like Quavo, Lil Yachty “I heard AMP is here oh my goodness I wanna meet Duke Dennis like he’s so fineee,” Tink said as Normani and Genesis rolled their eyes at her before chuckling.

Genesis shot back, “You’re just like all those other girls, Tink, drooling over Duke.” Tink nudged her arm playfully in response. “Coming from someone who was head over heels for Fanum,” she retorted. As their playful banter continued, Normani found herself lost in thoughts of Jey, imagining how he would appear in real life, far beyond the confines of the screen.

He appeared stunning on the big screen, but she had been hearing rave reviews online about how incredibly handsome he looked in person. That was exactly what she wanted to experience firsthand, just like everyone else. Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable theme song of Seth Freaking Rollins, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

The events of tonight's matches were nothing short of entertaining, especially the moment when Xavier Woods faced the fallout from his parents over their treatment of Big E. It was quite a humorous spectacle. During a commercial break, Normani informed the girls that she needed to step away for a bathroom break, assuring them she'd return in time not to miss any of the action.

As Normani made her way to the bathroom, she was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through social media to catch up on the latest buzz. Completely absorbed in her screen, she failed to notice her surroundings and unexpectedly collided with a tall figure, leaving her momentarily startled.

As she glanced upward, she found herself face-to-face with none other than the Main Event Jey Uso, towering over her, while Jey wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. The sheer height of Jey was intimidating, and she couldn't shake the feeling of awe as he prepared to make his grand entrance, striding confidently toward the elevators alongside Quavo.

She found herself captivated by his stunning looks, taking in every detail from head to toe. Dressed in an all-white outfit, his jeans hung precariously low, revealing glimpses of his pink boxers and showcasing his tattooed physique—an image that seemed like a fantasy come to life for any girl.

“O-oh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to bump into like this.” Normani hesitated, her words faltering as she caught the sound of his laughter.

“It’s all good lil shawty just be careful next time,” Jey's deep voice enveloped her, casting a spell as she gazed at his charming smile, the glint of his grills sparkling in the light.

As they separated, he released his grip on her waist, and she made her way to the bathroom. Once inside the stall, her heart raced from the thrilling encounter they just shared. She could hardly contain her excitement, eager to share every detail with her friends.

Normani returned to her seat among the girls, her face noticeably flushed. The others exchanged concerned glances, sensing that something was amiss.

“Girl what happened?” Genesis asked.

“Yeah, you look hella flustered right now,” Tink agreed.

She sighed, “I just bumped into Jey Uso before heading inside of the bathroom and yall he’s so breathtaking,” She said as they all gasped.

“Oh my god for real? Did you give him your gift?” Normani shook her head no as they all sighed at her, “Girl! That was your perfect opportunity to give him his gifts!” Genesis said.

She dismissed them with a wave, saying, “I understand, but I’ll hold off until he makes his way over there after he arrives.” Genesis nodded in agreement.

As the crowd erupted in excitement, they caught the first notes of his music filling the air. Hands began to sway in unison, even before the beat dropped. The girls spotted him making his way down from the upper row alongside Quavo, and he looked absolutely stunning—so incredibly captivating that it sent a thrill through Normani, leaving her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

She was completely captivated by him, her attention solely on him, leaving no room for thoughts of Quavo. As he descended the steps, she watched him interact with the fans, their hands waving enthusiastically in sync with his movements, including the commentators, which added a humorous touch to the scene.

He approached them, locking eyes with Normani and flashing a charming smile before effortlessly leaping over the barricade alongside Quavo. The girls couldn't help but tease her as he showcased his dazzling grills, climbing onto the table while everyone waved their hands excitedly up and down.

As they joined the frenzied crowd, excitement surged through the air when Jey and Quavo stepped into the ring to match the energy around them. Once they exited the ring, Jey seized the microphone and started to address the audience.

“I needed that, I appreciate ya’ll” Jey said as the crowd cheered yeet. “Thank ya’ll,” the crowd cheered yeet.

He continued on, “I rock with ya’ll” Normani was so into him speaking and interacting with the crowd. “Ya’ll seen what went down on Saturday right?” Normani could see Quavo telling him to dust him off about his lost that he had against Gunther that she had seen on TV.

“The ring general was good in the ring but ATL, I can beat him, I can beat him,” Everyone was agreeing with as he continued to speak on folks having his name in his mouth and how he’s going to win the royal rumble a week from Saturday and main event Wrestlemania to become the new heavyweight champion.

Jey tossed the microphone aside as the music kicked in, fully immersing himself in the energy of the crowd. He made his way toward Normani, locking eyes with her. In that moment, she handed him a bracelet along with a slip of paper containing her number, which was tucked inside a small box. She decided to save the gift of his chain for later.

He silently mouthed a “thank you, baby,” before making his way backstage to his locker room. The way he affectionately called her "baby" lingered in her mind, especially as her friends playfully teased her about it.

“Oh my fucking god shut up, I hate yall so much,” She said given them the finger.

“Girl, you finna meet your favorite superstar though probably goin’ get some dick from him he look like the type too,” Tink said.

“What the fuck ever I’m not doing allat I just wanted to be nice,” Genesis and Tink both looked at each other then back at Normani with a grin on their faces not believing her whatsoever.

As the night drew to a close and the audience began to disperse, a figure approached Normani, making their way past Tink and Genesis.

“You’re miss Normani right?” The lady asked as Normani nodded her head.

“Absolutely. Who’s inquiring?” she replied, her arms crossed as she allowed the woman to continue. “Jey Uso would like to meet you in his locker room, ma’am,” and at that moment, her expression shifted to one of utter disbelief, realizing that Jey actually wanted to see her.

“Ouuu girl, you should go see what he wants we will head out to the car,” Genesis said.

Norman acknowledged with a nod as she collected her belongings, trailing behind the woman who was gesturing to Genesis and Tink on their way to Jey’s locker room. As she moved, Normani took a moment to glance around the backstage area, observing the crew bustling about in preparation for the dark matches scheduled for later that evening, noting the increased crowd that had gathered to witness the action.

As they reached his door, a wave of unease washed over Normani, tightening her stomach. She expressed her gratitude to the lady, but stood there hesitantly, resembling a lost puppy, torn between the urge to knock and the uncertainty that held her back.

Her mama didn’t raise no bitch.

Norman rapped on the door, anticipation building as she listened to the footsteps approaching from within. When the door finally swung open, she was greeted by the sight of him, shirtless and clad only in his sweats, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. The glint of his Cuban silver chain caught her eye, accentuating his tattooed physique and leaving her momentarily speechless.

As she gazed into his eyes, his charming smile melted her heart, leaving her standing there, nervously fidgeting with her fingers—a detail he couldn't help but notice.

“It’s okay mamas I won’t bite c’mon in,” Jey said as he let Normani inside of his locker room shutting the door behind them.

She surveyed his locker room, taking in the sleek TV mounted on the wall, the vibrant blue LED lights, and the stylish black couches that complemented the space beautifully. Settling onto one of the couches, she observed intently as he opened his mini fridge to grab her a drink.

“Thank you,” Normani spoken softly as she took a sip of her water.

Jey rested his hands on the table, leaning in slightly as he spoke. "I usually don’t go out of my way for my fans, but for you, it’s different." His words left her looking puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

He flashed a charming smile her way. "You know, you're quite fortunate, mama. The moment we crossed paths earlier, you instantly captured my attention," she remembered that encounter vividly, just before he stepped back on screen after the commercial break.

She lifted her shoulders in a casual gesture. "I wouldn't go that far; I was just being kind, to be honest," Normani explained as she rummaged through her purse. With a graceful motion, she retrieved a black velvet box and handed it to him.

He took it from her grasp, appreciating the softness of the fabric as he unfolded it. The silver chain, adorned with the words "main event," sparkled brilliantly in the light, and she couldn't help but notice the smile spreading across his face.

He placed the box down holding the chain around his neck clamping it while going towards the mirror to check it out.

“Hell yeah, I fuck with this little shawty,”

“I’m glad you like it, it costed me a lot to get it made you know just for you,” She said as he looked at her.

“Just for me?” Normani nodded her head never leaving eye contact with him as he walked up towards her way taking his hand out so that she could take it.

She stood up as he spun her around, captivated by the way her curves moved beneath the mini skirt she wore. With a playful smack on her backside, she let out a surprised yelp, her innocence shining through. After twirling her to appreciate her stunning beauty, he rested his hands on her hips, admiring her petite frame from above.

Normani averted her gaze, focusing on her feet as anxiety washed over her during their conversation. However, he gently grasped her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes, and in that moment, their gazes locked.

“You pretty as fuck too, I wonder what else is pretty bout you mamas,” Jey said as he took her hand making her feel his hard erection which her eyes went wide feeling how hard he was at the moment.

He gently shifted her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds, instantly aware of how aroused she was for him, even before he had made any direct contact. The mere anticipation of his touch sent shivers through her, and she instinctively grasped his wrist, squirming at the unexpected sensation.

“J-Jey…” she moaned softly.

“What’s up mama, tell daddy what’chu want pretty girl,” Jey began planting soft tender kisses on her neck while continuing to rub her folds sticking his two of his fingers inside of her thrusting upwards.

He was thrusting his fingers deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in pleasure as she moaned his name softly. “Talk to me pretty girl what’chu want so I can provide that for you mamas,” as he planted kisses down her Jawline, she couldn’t even fathom the words that she wanted to say.

She was so immersed in it that her thoughts were scattered everywhere, leaving her at a loss for words.

Jey gave her a kiss on the lips while she was pulling on his waistline to demonstrate her need for him. He only allowed her to untie his sweats and pull them down when he saw his dick pop up and strike his stomach.

It was thick, long, and meaty, and her mouth watered at the sight of it as Jey removed his fingers from her wetness, causing her to whine due to the emptiness she felt. He licked his fingers, tasting her essence, and softly caressed her chin.

“You gon’ use them pretty lips of yours pretty girl?” He asked as his voice dropped a few notches causing her to feel more even wet for him.

She nodded her head as she got down on her knees grabbing his thick cock and began trailing her lips down on it as he was gazing down at her, she was planting kissing on it as she went all the way down on him feeling the tip of his dick down her throat causing her to gag on it.

“Take yo’ time mama,” he reassured her stroking her hair in the process.

Normani was bobbing her head up and down on his cock hearing his moans escaping his lips while her tongue was swirling around the head that drove him insane she moved her hands up and down along with it too.

She had felt him wrapping his hand around her hair as she continued to suck him off, she gave his balls some loving too sucking them individually as she stroke his cock pressing her thumb against the tip.

“Oh, fuck mama, you so good at this shit such a pretty angel for daddy,” he was shooting compliments her way making her pussy feel more divine than ever.

Normani continued to suck his balls stroking his cock in a fast manner as she gazed up at him seeing his head thrown back in pleasure before looking down at her.

She felt him twitching and his thighs clenching together as his cock was twitching inside of her hand, “fuck, just like that mamas. Just like that,”

“You finna cum big daddy?” Normani cooed at him.

All you could hear was how sticky her hands were as she continued to stroke him hearing his breathing getting unsteady, she felt his dick twitch again in her hand stroking it faster.

His eyes were rolling in the back of his head gripping onto her hair feeling like he was about to lose himself within a second, “cum for me big daddy,”

Thats when she felt his cock tighten as his warm seeds shoot out from the tip of his dick filling up her face with his cum as he let out a satisfying moan escape his lips while doing so while she continues to stroke him causing him to stop her hand.

Jey gazed down at her seeing her face filled up with his cum causing him to have mischievous smirk on his face.

“You even more pretty with my cum coated all over yo’ face mamas but c’mere so I can beat that pussy up,” Jey said as Normani got up from her knees heading towards the couch on back legs spread wide open for him.

He removed her mini skirt along with her panties seeing her glistening pussy he bended down on his knees placing sweet kisses on her thighs then gently French kissing her wet sticky folds teasing her a bit.

She gazed down at him while he was passionately making out with her pussy lapping his tongue around her clit causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

“Such a pretty pussy mama,” Normani felt him stick two fingers inside of her once again and began thrusting in and out of her.

“Ouuu fuck, J-Jey…” Normani moaned while she rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

She gripped onto his brownish mullet pulling him closer so that he could devour her the way he wanted to, she was thrusting her hips up and down at his movements but he quickly placed his hand on her stomach gazing up at her giving her a warning.

She immediately stopped moving her hips letting him take control of the situation as his tongue kept swirling around her sensitive bud along with her empty holes.

“Ohh my godd, Jey….fuck…fuck…” she moaned.

His fingers began moving faster inside of her moist cunt curling his fingers up in the process he was determined to make her squirt all over herself just for him.

“Hmmm,” he responded back as the vibrations of his humming hit her pussy she didn’t know how much she could take at the this moment wanting to run away.

Norman arched her back while Jey was keeping her in place so that she wouldn’t escape from him as he sped up his pace with her fingers and his tongue feeling that she was about to cum.

“Fuckkk,” she gaze down at him watching him doing all of the work on her.

“Relax yo’ body mamas, let it out for me. Let it out pretty girl,” Jey encouraged her as she did what she was told to do and relaxed her body.

Her legs were shaking and twitching as she was about to lose control of herself feeling his fingers go deeper and deeper inside of her while he pulled on her folds before diving back in, he was hitting her g-spot so well it had her seeing stars.

“I-it’s coming! Ouuu fuck it’s c-coming!” She felt her juices flowing out from her as Jey slurped it all up feeling her body shaking violently.

Jey planted kisses on her thighs and her belly to soothe her shaking figure before aligning himself inside of her entrance his forehead was placed on her as he began thrusting inside of her slowly causing her to legs to shake some more.

He had her legs over his shoulders giving her nothing but his slow, deep, strokes pressing his lips against hers as they made out passionately, Jey had his hand wrapped around her throat pushing his dick deeper inside of her.

Her pussy was clenching onto him causing him to groan between the kiss, “fuck, you feel so good. too fucking good open that mouth of yours,” He grunted as she opened her mouth for him.

He spit inside of her mouth while going back in to tongue her down in the process both of their tongues were fighting for dominance within one another, he continued his slow strokes while Normani’s French manicure nails digged deeply inside of his back.

They pulled away from each other so that they could catch their breaths as he leaned in forward placing kisses on her neck trialing down to her jawline once more whispering vulgar and nasty shit in her ear that just turned her inside out.

Normani saw his chain that she had bought him dangling in front of her face admiring his tatted body kissing his chest and neck showing him some affection.

“How this feel mamas?”

She gazes into his puppy like eyes biting the bottom of her lip, “it feels so good Jey, you fuck me so good,” She mewled out as he pecked her lips.

“Yeah? Like this huh?” Jey pounded his hips deeply against her thighs causing her mouth to be more parted open, all you could hear was his hips slapping against her thighs that sounded out the whole entire room.

She kept her arms wrapped around him moaning his name loudly as he took her to the oblivion circling his hips while hitting her g-spot so smoothly.

“Talk me mama, you like that shit huh. You like it when I beat this pussy up it’s all mine right?” She nodded her head since she couldn’t find the words to describe how she was feeling right now.

Jey gave her slap on her thigh causing her to whine wanting to hear from her soft voice, “yes! Fuckk. Yes daddy I love it so much I belong to you,” she cried out.

Jey loved the way she was crumbling to pieces because of him his dick was kissing her cervix so good he was getting lost within her throwing his head back.

Norman kept clenching and clenching against him just feeling another orgasm creeping up on her she didn’t know how much she could take this will be her second time having a climax due to him.

He picked up the pace as they both watched his dick go in and out of her seeing how her pussy swallowed him up so well it was a satisfying sight to see to say the least.

His balls were slapping against her pussy driving her insane as she let out a cried moan feeling her juices flowing yet again on him squirting on his chest while he continued to pound away chasing his orgasm as well.

“Such a good girl for daddy mamas, fuck you gon’ lemme’ bust one inside of you pretty girl?” Jey cooed at her.

“Yes, cum inside of me daddy, I want it.” Normani breathe out feeling defeated after her second orgasm.

Jey fucked her silly as she scratches his back pulling him closer to her body yearning for more his was balls deep inside of her gushy insides seeing tears coming down her cheeks as he kissed them away comforting her.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each thrust he had given her, wanting her to feel every single inch of him. He felt his dick twitching inside of her placing sweet kisses on her lips, face, and neck.

“I’m finna nut mama, fuck, I’m finna nut.” Jey warned her as he was digging his dick deep inside of her.

Jey slammed into her one last time as he let out a satisfying moan feeling his seeds shoot out ropes after ropes filling her up like she was a Twinkie, she kept him close feeling him thrusting slowly in and out of her so that none of his cum spill out of her.

She and Jey lingered in that intimate embrace, both taking a moment to catch their breath. As he tenderly kissed her neck, his lips glided over her body, sending shivers through her from the waves of pleasure she had just experienced.

They separated slightly, locking eyes with one another before breaking into smiles. Normani gently ran her fingers through his tousled mullet, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his soft lips.

“You tryna get out of here and get some dinner?” Jey asked as she nodded her head.

“You asking me out on a date Mr Fatu?” Normani teased.

He kissed her lips some more, “mhm, I am asking you out with yo’ cute ass I never caught yo’ name lil shawty,”

She rolled her eyes at him showing off her pretty smile, “my name is Normani just call me Mani for short boo,” she said.

Jey had chuckled at her while pulling out from her as he picked her up by her thighs taking her over to the counter getting between her legs helping her get dressed since her legs felt wobbly.

And he proceeded to take her out for dinner so they could get to know each other better.

- fin 🤍

A/n: this took longer than expected lol 🙂‍↕️😭

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astral cartography✨💫

“And I did always say, right, that tattoos are a map of what you love.” Steve kisses Eddie firm, not least in appreciation for shutting Dustin’s harebrained bullshit down. But that doesn’t solve his original mystery.  “These aren’t a map, though,” Steve taps one of the new spots, smaller but still at the neck. No rhyme or reason to it.  “They’re the start of one.”💖

rating: t ♥️ cw: post-S4, extensive tattoo/birthmark/scar appreciation, established relationship, romantic gestures, a soupçon of angst surrounding some necessary work on self talk/body positivity re: extensive canonical scarring (it’s hurt/comfort in full service of fluff, so), little ✨sprinkling (lol) of humor, softness ♥️ tags: boys being tactile as shit, steve harrington being the canonical reason anyone ever called them ‘beauty marks’, eddie munson’s philosophy of tattooing, falling deeper in love

for @steddielovemonth day three: "if there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. because it's yours.” —Stephen King, 11/22/63

For all the attention he has wilfully, consciously, and very intentionally given certain elements of his appearance, Steve’s never though anything really about the fact that he’s got enough moles to dress up for Halloween as a fucking chocolate chip cookie.

Like, they don’t bother him at all or anything, but he’s never really understood how a handful of people he’s been with have just…zeroed in on them. Got a little crazy about them. Tracing them. Licking them. Nipping at them so they look more red than brown for a day or two. Whatever, Steve’s always figured. Everyone’s got their thing, and this one costs steve absolutely nothing to indulge, and if there’s one thing Steve prides himself on that doesn’t rhyme with ‘hair’? It’s making sure his partners leave satisfied.

But then there was Eddie.

And Eddie has a…well, a umm…

If you looked up the word ‘fixation’ in the dictionary, Eddie definitely has that.

Probably looking up the word ‘fetish’ might not be too far off, either.

What it means that Steve gets a little hot under the collar of his polo when he so much as thinks about either of those facts is a word he doesn’t know and isn’t going to bother looking up because why the hell would he, when he can just turn to Eddie, and…

Eddie’s fetish-fixations aren’t idle things, guy’s a man of action. Steve’s not gonna pick a book over what he gets out of the bargain like…for anything.

Plus, better stated—now there is Eddie. And Eddie…isn’t going anywhere, ever, if Steve has anything to say about it.

And it doesn’t cost Steve anything to lie there under his boyfriend’s unwavering, devoted attention. Kind of actually the sort of thing Steve never had before this, before him, and got addicted to quick—and that shone hasn’t worn off one bit. Isn’t actually showing any indication of everwearing off.

And when attention grows more heated, grows more more, well, then…fuck.

Ha, ha, that’s: fuck. Literally.

Point is, Steve doesn’t even really notice all the little dots on his skin, but hell if he’s not reaping the benefits.

——

It’s also not really fair to even consider judging Eddie for his fixation with Steve’s collection of birthmarks. Because Steve’s got his own not-quite-but-close-enough-the-distinction-doesn’t-matter obsession with Eddie’s skin.

Notably, but not exclusively, with his tattoos.

And more than that? With his scars.

Which is something that kinda comes about…tumultuously. Steve can acknowledge that.

“It’s too fucking hot, dude,” he’d frowned, rolling over and plucking at Eddie’s soaked-through shirt; “and you’re sweating buckets here.”

Seriously. The mattress was gonna get ruined at this rate.

“Jeez,” Eddie had snapped, straight off the bat; “sosorry we don’t all have central goddamn air.”

Which: the government hadn’t sprung for that, no. But:

“Don’t try and pull that shit on me,” Steve bit back, plain and simple, and it cowed Eddie the way it sure as hell should: he knew better. He knew Stevebetter, by now. They’d been fucking for months, since Eddie got the medical okay. They rarely spent more than a work-shift’s length out of each other’s sight. They were both—for the first time Steve’s ever got to feel it, both of them, together—clear-eyed on the way to bonafide bone-deep love; saying it out loud for keeps, and soon. They slept together every goddamn night.

So yeah. Eddie knew better.

He curled farther from Steve, into himself, but Steve just followed, even if doing so kinda exacerbated his complaint about the heat as a matter of course. He molded himself around Eddie and pulled him into his chest so he could murmur into the wet curls plastered at his ear:

“I get if you don’t want anyone else to see,” because wearing a shirt in this fucking heatwave really only made sense for one reason; “I get if you’re not ready yet, or if you’re never ready,” and Steve meant that: if Eddie was never ready to show off the worst of his scars? Steve would stand by him every day for the rest of his days.

That was basically the rule for…most things, now. With Eddie.

“But I already saw all of it, babe,” Steve tried to reason, because it wasn’t even that Steve was uncomfortable, mostly-nude in the bed himself; it was that Eddie’s misery hurt in his chest and he just…maybe it was selfish, to want to cast it out, but he just didn’t want Eddie to suffer. Ever.

“I cleaned them at their worst, y’know? I changed the bandages, I saw—”

“How much they look like Frankenstein’s fucking monster?” Eddie’d halfway snarled it, and Jesus fuck, no.

No.

“How much they almost make me fucking start crying,” Steve was willing to admit it, out loud, for this specific purpose alone, which said a whole fuck of a lot—

“Because they’re goddamn hideous—” Eddie tried to derail him but that wasn’t happening. Steve was on a mission, here. And Steve didn’t commit if he wasn’t gonna see something through past the finish line, and in first.

“Because they’re so alive,” Steve pulled Eddie in tighter, pressed his lips into Eddie’s neck.

“You have them, and you’re warm here next to me, I get to hold you in my arms like this and your fucking heart’s still beating, when I was so goddamn scared it would stop because of how torn up all this was,” and Steve laid just his palm blind to the deepest cratering of flesh that’s concave to the bone a little, knew where it was by muscle memory alone and he could feel Eddie’s pulse hammering for the fear and the shame and what had sounded too much like self-loathing, that Steve hadn’t realized was still so strong: but now he knew it. Now he knew, and he’ll wasn’t going anywhere, so he was gonna be right there, watching and helping and coaxing a way through it however he could.

“But it’s fucking beautiful, and it’s not red and torn open and bleeding out to take you from me anymore,” and Steve didn’t even think to feel ashamed of it when his voice cracked around how he didn’t realize that sore spot was still so close to the surface in himself.

“But now it’s pink and healthy and it stretches when you breathe in, because you’re here and you’re alive,” and there came the crack again in Steve’s voice but he expected it that time, and smashed his lips to Eddie’s neck again as he moaned a little:

“With me.”

And he breathed there as long as it took for Eddie’s breathing under his hand at the scars in his side to even out, and he just…appreciated them. Because they’d done the unthinkable; doctors and surgeons and modern medicine, sure, yeah, them too, but Eddie’s own body—the very skin under Steve’s hands—had decided to say fuck the reaper and knitted itself together the best it could, and the best it could had led them both here, had led Steve in Eddie’s bed, and Eddie in Steve’s heart, so.

Steve thought every single one of those scars was goddamn magnificent. He’d praise each of them in gratitude, separately and painstakingly every goddamn day, if he thought it’d convey how thankful he was for the textured artwork of Eddie’s left ribs, the way his whole side stood like a permanent installation in celebration of what it meant to demand to survive.

“They’re so,” Eddie eventually whispered, and it sounded already like he was gonna say something kinda like the opposite of everything Steve saw, so—they’d deal with those mean thoughts later.

For the moment though:

“You know how you said you’d never seen the ocean?” Steve had said, knowing it would sound like it came out of nowhere, but it wasn’t. “And I promised I’d take you?”

Eddie’d just turned, stared at him like he was losing it which…was fair. But Steve had a point to it, promise.

“I’ve seen it though,” Steve had closed his eyes and the memories are hazy because they’re so old but the feeling of it: s’not something you ever forget all the way. “Couple times, just because my parents had to be somewhere and I was too young to leave alone when the babysitter cancelled last minute,” and he’d reached out slow, opened his eyes to watch Eddie every millimeter his hand moved closer to the collage of divots and skin grafting and stitched-together planes that pulled too far to lie even when the staples came out. Eddie tensed, held his breath—it wasn’t that Steve hadn’t touched him here, far from it, but so intentionally, so eyes-open—but he didn’t flinch. And he didn’t stop Steve’s hand from pressing down.

His breath did catch, but so did Steve’s, just for clearly different reasons as Steve delicately traced the scalloped edgings and whispered, didn’t even try to hide how it made him feel kinda-sorta awed:

“It reminds me of the tides.”

“The sand goes smooth under the waves,” Eddie shot back, but without heat, more just…defeated as he muttered on; “even I’ve seen fuckin’ movies.”

“But the foam, like, of the waves coming up,” Steve pushed back; “it’s so pretty, that’s the part I want your to see most because it was so long ago, and that’s what I still remember,” and he’d sighed a little, going back to that place in his head:

“It’s like layers, and all the motion of it lapping up the coastline feels like like you could just lose yourself in the rhythm forever and never climb out,” and he’d let his eyes open slow, and he’d caught Eddie’s own and let himself do the same inside that gaze until Eddie got the fucking hint:

He was just ad beautiful, as impossible, as incredible as those tides.

“One wave after the next, in turns, crashing so strong but it’s not, like, violent,” Steve had let his thumb trace the raised lines under his touch back and forth; “it’s magic.”

Like Eddie. Who tucked a little further into himself before he turned, jostled Steve’s hand then burrowed into Steve instead:

“It’s not even smooth,” he protested all muffled; “you can’t even—”

“My nan loved photos.”

Again, Steve was pretty sure he sounded insane. But again, he was building to a point.

“Not even ones she took, most came from magazines. She couldn’t travel like she wanted to, my Gramp was building businesses but my Nan wanted like, adventures and the sights. So she made scrapbooks of wishes, she called them,” Steve had smiled at the memory, until the next one washed it away:

“My dad thought she was a silly old woman. We didn’t see her too much, in the end.”

Steve missed her.

“But the most beautiful thing she showed me once was this one tiny island somewhere way far in the north, where the beaches were made of stones.”

Eddie’s turned a little, frowned. It gave Steve access to his side again, though, and that’s all he needed, but his hand right back on that tangled-perfect marvel of scar tissue and indomitable life.

“Not pebbles, but big stones,” and Steve had outlined the larger waves in the flesh like examples with his hands as he spoke. “No rhyme or reason. It was special, the place itself, like it had some historic significance or whatever, but,” and Steve had let himself work around one knot of tissue he knew caused pulling sometimes, just in case it could use a little loosening, a little extra love, and he’d fought a full grin when Eddie’d grunted and caved under the attention, eager for the relief.

“The picture she had was of the waves crashing over the ricks and,” Steve had worked more at the knot as he searched for the right words;

“It was like the could have been at odds, like fighting each other, but instead they were this marvel that people came from across the world to just,” and he didn’t still his hands at all, but he did lean in to kiss behind Eddie’s ear; “just to have the privilege to see.”

And Eddie had shuddered, and his breath had caught hard, and Steve had turned him in his arms and slipped his hands under that sweat-soaked shirt and held held, held him, held him.

“Nothing smooth about it, really,” Steve had mouthed against Eddie’s jawbone then; “think that was most of the point.”

And Eddie’d slept without a shirt the rest of the unbearable second summer, chest-to-chest so Steve could feel the scars straight to his own skin, and from there on, it was understood.

Maybe not for everyone, but definitely for Steve: they were maybe not quite welcome—yet—but definitely allowed to be worshipped for the proof of life, the gift of love that they fucking were.

——

The tattoos aren’t quite the same. Steve thinks that’s because they were something Eddie chose; the scars interfered, deformed—weren’t the marks in themselves.

But after getting the memo about how complicated the scars are, and knowing these marks are no longer unentangled with those ones?

Steve may be oblivious sometimes, but. Once he learns a thing—especially when it’s tied up with loving—he tends to remember.

“Do you mind, when I,” Steve pulls his head up to meet Eddie’s eyes from where he’d already been basically sucking the ghoul head thingy above Eddie’s pec into a purple shade for like fifteen whole minutes, like a free color-job. Steve does like to think Eddie could have stopped him—and definitely wouldn’t be so hard between where they’re pressed together—if he had had a problem, but.

Steve…likes to be careful. When there’s loving.

“Not at all, sweetheart,” Eddie fucking purrs, and Steve grins cheshire-sharp for it, pleased with himself. Hr actually kinda loves this particular tattoo especially; the scars that cut into it make it look like Mr. Zombie-face got into a nasty fight with Wolverine from X-Men—which yes, thank you Henderson, he already knew about before starting to screw your DM—but anyway.

“I just,” Steve traces one long scar of the three as he talks, tries not to grin too much when Eddie shivers, when his nipple proves it’s not too scarred-up to pebble under the attention fucking beautifully; “since you don’t want to get any more, and—”

“No, I don’t,” Eddie says simply, if a little breathy as he arches into how Steve does the same up what looks like the second claw mark, just a fingertip alone the line; “least not right now. But they’re still a map of the things with love, yeah? Present tense, past tense, it’s all a story.”

And that is…Eddie. That answer is so fucking Eddie.

And he’s worked so hard—both of them have—to say that kind of thing from a place where they could believe it, and damn if it doesn’t come out now like its said like a man who’s made his peace, and feels solid standing in it.

“And, like, maybe these are just ink from a really shitty apprentice artist,” Eddie taps at the weave of scars lower, the worst of them: his rocky beach on the waves, and fuck, if he’s willing to try even a kinda shitty joke about it all, in the privacy of their bed where there’s no need to fake it, or force it to make nice?

They really have made progress.

“Hmm,” Steve doesn’t take his hand from that second pseudo-claw mark but he does crawl down a little to get a better look at Eddie’s biggest set of scarring—not that he needs to, but if he’s gonna play alone he’s not gonna half-ass it, so he tuts a little and shakes his head regretfully:

“Honestly, I just don’t think the Upside Down has a real established scene to expect high standards,” Steve laments, shaking his head; “they can’t even keep the lights on down there, man, plus teeth for needles? Can’t be the best practice,” he sighs wearily. “Health code violations fucking everywhere, Robin would pass the fuck out—“

And maybe Eddie’s tackling him them, shaking with cackles as he takes the lead to pin Steve to the bed, sucks between the moles on his neck—perfect vampire bites, baby, marked just for me—and Steve maybe giggles for it, the impatience, the enthusiasm, the joy in the tussle. It’s basically perfect.

So yeah. Eddie’s as marked up as he’s probably gonna get, at least any time soon. Steve won’t let another round of violence touch him ever again, over his dead fucking body, and tats…maybe they’re gonna just stick with the story they’ve got on Eddie’s skin, close that chapter where it naturally turned a page.

To start this new thing, together. Where Steve leave the marks, and proudly, and touches them up as often as need be. With pleasure.

And if Eddie’s as happy about that as he currently looks, flushed and panting and far beyond ready to get on with more than sucking at skin?

Maybe that actually works out perfectly.

——

So, the point is, the love each others marks, the things that trace their skin to make them them, but blemishes but serial numbers: just more undeniable proof to celebrate the person they like most in the whole world.

Love most, as is becoming abundantly clear.

Which means they notice right away when so much as a bruise pops up from knocking into the kitchen table—but Steve’s not looking at a bruise.

He squints—this isn’t really a task he’d lean on his classes for but…so weird and also, odd fucking place underneath Eddie’s chin—

“Did your sharpie break?”

Because that would make sense. Eddie purrs on basically anything that can pass for a writing implement, if he gnawed to much, maybe he was lucky and the ink dribbled rather than sprayed.

“No,” but honestly, Steve is not convinced. It’s not a convincing denial, first off, but then on top of that, there’s more incriminating evidence:

“You’ve got marks, like, all over,” dark little speckles, like an egg at Easter before you dunk it in the bright vinegar water. It’s not sunny enough for his freckles to be coming out yet, is it?

“I do,” Eddie agrees, but kinda distant, like his head’s elsewhere. Steve looks up from where he’d become sprawled out over Eddie’s chest on the couch: he’s working on campaign notes and: oh look. Not a sharpie.

One of those Mr. Sketch monstrosities that smell like ‘fruit’ and everyone’s gotten high off of at some point, which 100% belonged to the school at some point, and 100% now has Steve’s boyfriend’s dental imprints on the end.

Steve just rolls his eyes and, which the colour still isn’t exactly—the speckles on Eddie’s skin really are a more chocolate brown—he’s gonna let this one go.

Maybe get up and make dinner or something, so he’s no stuck with that suffocating alcohol-licorice smell the black marker gives off.

——

“Are you sure you were using sharpie last week?”

Steve also means today. Or yesterday. Or right now. There are more…speckles.

He knows there are more of them.

“I didn’t use any sharpies last week,” Eddie shrugs, not looking up from his book but gesturing broad with his forkful of mac and cheese. “All mine are dried out and I keep forgetting to pick up new ones.”

Okay, well. That does track. He leans in closer, runs a finger over the first spot he noticed: same color, maybe a little less bold; the other ones look a little red around the edges, like when Steve’s moles get sucked at and—

“Look familiar?”

Steve turns, looks at Eddie who appears to have very quickly given up pretending not to care about the conversation. Steve blinks, looks a little closer, and…

That’s ink, alright. But it’s under the skin.

“I didn’t think you were gonna get any more,” Steve says, doesn’t expect his voice to be so soft. He doesn’t understand what they are, what they’re building up to be a part of but it looks like a big sort of project, and definitely in clearly visible places, so it feels worth some respect for the weight of the decision, what it means for Eddie who smiles small and nods; agrees simply:

“Me neither.”

“But, y’see, Henderson—”

“Ugh,” Steve groans because Dustin is, in fact, currently on his shit list. See previous ‘you only know that because you’re fucking my DM’ transgressions. Kid’s on thin fucking ice.

“No, no, it’s to a point,” Eddie soothes him, and it works, cause Eddie is always in his corner before anyone else’s, he killed Dustin’s character weeks ago and Steve still isn’t sure if Dustin’s stilll just watching when they get together, waiting to somehow find a narrative launch-point back into the action: “but he wants ink, which I told him, too fucking young,” and Eddie looks up to soak in the approval he knows is waiting for him in Steve’s eyes—he’s not wrong at all, and preens a little for it, too.

“But he was eyeing my bats, and he tried to say, well, what does it matter, they only meant something after,” and he gestures toward the bigger wound, the more unforgiving mark of bats opposite the still-fairly clean cookie-cutter type fliers on his arm.

“And that was just the dumbest attempt at an argument in his favor, because it not at all fucking true.”

For Steve’s part, it’s the one piece he’s never asked after. Too close to home. But he just figure…cool. Metal. Maybe about Ozzy.

“My mom used to read me nursery rhymes,” Eddie’s face goes so soft as his voice gets all fond, like it always does whenever Elizabeth Munson comes up. “Like, the old ones. And she did it way longer than probably most people, like, I was way too old for it but,” Eddie chews his lip and looks up at Steve like he’s confessing a secret:

“I just really loved it.”

Steve pushes and pulls Eddie a little until there’s the barest sliver of space at the back of the sofa for Steve to lie down in, wholly boxed in by Eddie’s weight, specially when Eddie rolls the priest bit into him to pin him close.

“My favorite one was about bats,” he whispers. “About hiding them from people who didn’t understand how nice they were, and how all they wanted as to do their thing, even if it wasn’t what everyone else liked, and be good for everybody by helping eat bad bugs or whatever,” he hums what Steve imagines is the rhyme; “so you put them under your hat, and give them bacon, and if they’re as good and as poorly treated for no good reason as you suspect is the case, you’ll bake them a cake. Because they deserve it.”

He doesn’t really have to say more for the connection to kinda stick out like a sore goddamn thumb.

“Couldn’t put it under my hat, but,” he ruffles his curls ruefully. “And I did always say, right, that tattoos are a map of what you love.”

Steve kisses Eddie firm, not least in appreciation for shutting Dustin’s harebrained bullshit down. But that doesn’t solve his original mystery.

“These aren’t a map, though,” Steve taps one of the new spots, smaller but still at the neck. No rhyme or reason to it.

“They’re the start of one.”

Steve frowns, so fucking confused, pulling back a little to try and see if he can read any answers from Eddie’s face.

But Eddie’s just smiling at him softer than he’d even been smiling before, thinking of nursery rhymes and the few good memories that came from the days before living with Wayne. He’s looking at Steve right now mostly like he hanged the moon itself.

“I’m gonna ask again,” Eddie breathes low, and grabs Steve’s cheek:

“Look familiar?”

And Steve, when it falls into place, doesn’t actually thing he should face any blame for not seeing it at first, or second, or even tenth glance. Because he’s never paid attention. Other people did.

But Eddie finally turns his neck and: vampire bites.

Marked just for me.

And then Steve starts touching each dot, and trying to find the sublest hint of a raise in the skin in the same place on himself. Every time, he finds it, some quicker with other slower, some needing him to look at the glass of the china cabinet behind the couch that’s never made sense there, but is reflective enough for the task and…they’re all there.

The marks aren’t…sharpie tips. They’re Steve’s, they, they’re all of Steve’s—-

“I love you something fucking fierce Steve Harrington,” Eddie bites out with what Steve gets the feeling is only a sampling of the very ferocity he’s speaking of; “and tolerating another second where I didn’t have you etched into my skin, the most important, most adored,” and Steve’s heart flips to hear it said so earnest, so felt full from Eddie’s heart:

“You not being on here was just fucking unacceptable.”

And goddamnit, Steve’s eyes are stinging. He, he’s…Eddie is…

“It’s like a star map,” Eddie murmurs, tracing the originals the way he often does, like connect-the-dots but reverent, always; “like how sailors navigated,” then he looks away, doesn’t move his hand but makes sure Steve meets his eyes:

“You’re my way home, because you are home.”

And yeah. No one could ever have expected him to hear those words and not let the waiting tears fall, okay? That’d be fucking insane.

His chest is so tight with so much right now, holy shit.

“All of it’s constellations made of you,” and he says that, too, has made up whole legends for the stars on Steve’s back; “so when I look at them, my heart’s always just that extra bit reminded where it’s meant to be, the direction it’s always gonna be headed, for forever.”

Steve’s breath catches loud and gaspy around a sob, and he’s not even speaking. What the fuck.

“Fuckin’ sap,” he says like it’s the highest honor he could give, and maybe here and now it is; “fuck, but love you,” and he draws Eddie in for a salty kiss that’s sloppy and heady and more heartfelt than Steve might just know how to stand.

When they finally part just for breath, Steve’s thumb is on one of the spots—on of the stars of the map.

“How,” he starts, because why, did he take a photo?

But Eddie just scoffs:

“Think I don’t know every inch of you by heart?”

And yes, of course that earns him Steve trying to suck his tongue from his mouth for the explicit purpose of his soul coming out easier for the way he kisses him deep as he knows how. And they do that, for a long fucking time because…

Steve’s kind of reeling. Steve’s never loved more in his life but then, but then—

No one has ever loved Steve even a fraction of this. Steve’s never had this, never known this. Steve…

Steve thought loving that big was his fucked up burden to bear, but now—

He’s not alone in how deep it rubs. How far he’ll go, and gladly.

What. The. Fuck.

Is this what a cheat is supposed to feel like, is this how normal people who love normal amount so that they get loved back the same got to feel all along?

Steve…almost doesn’t think so. Steve thinks this is what it feels like to love extravagantly and with more than your full self as a rule to the point of insanity for anyone on the outside looking it, and to fucking finally find your match for it.

And to know, then, that it was never crazy. It was only ever exactly right.

“Two more sessions, just for time,” Eddie nips at Steve’s lower lip, slick for spit and tears in equal measure.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve gales, grinning wide enough it hurts.

“Hey now,” Eddie nips a little harder, narrowing his brow playfully; “I got the little one under your balls and the sprinkle set on your taint this last time,” and Steve can’t help himself.

He bursts out laughing so hard his sides ache.

“Even I needed a breather, sitting on that to drive home!” Eddie protests as Steve straddles him fully, properly, and…

Gets ready to read some fucking maps.

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