#Cause the biggest fucking commotion

[starcurtain]

Outing myself as the dead-opposite of a Genshin rarepair lover to say that my favorite brand of Zhongli/Childe is definitely:

Grandpa's Mid-Life Crisis Retirement Checklist:

✅️ Flawless human disguise (no one suspects a n y t h i n g)

✅️ Part-time side hustle

✅️ Self-planned funeral (the flowers were fire 👌)

✅️ Friends know I'm not actually dead

✅️ Liyue flourishing

✅️✅️✅️ Russian mail order husband

[brainddeadd]

About damn time

Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

Jack Hughes x fem!reader (platonic), Luke Hughes x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluff, angst, fan hate, pining, jack calls reader "bub", Jack's a menace, Nico shows up cause he's the loml

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You grew up with the Hughes brothers

At two months younger than Jack, you blended in with their tight-knit group

You met the Hughes brothers when you and Jack were 7. He shoved a kid in the playground for being mean to you, even though you were going to let it go, and the rest was history.

Jack became more like a twin than a friend. You two were inseparable. You were the calm to his storm.

Luke worshipped the ground you walked on. Followed you around like a lost puppy, and often, when he was having an off day, you were the only person who could calm him down. His own personal sanctuary from the world.

Quinn was the older, quiet brother who was always polite and friendly, but to anyone on the outside looking in, you guys just didn't work together well. However, they couldn't be more wrong. You quickly became each others solace in the chaos of their lives.

You went to every game you could, wearing the number of whichever brother was playing that time. Always in the stands, you were their biggest supporter, so it wasn't a surprise when you were invited to Quinn's draft.

Politely clapping and cheering with their families, fans started to be critical of your appearance and your actions. Rumours started to spread that you weren't interested in hockey, only wanted the money and fame that came along with being close to the Hughes brothers. They assume you're a bitch, instead of shy.

Jack shuts that shit down.

jackhughes: it has come to my attention that people are being little bitches towards my twin. that stops now.

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The other brothers repost the pictures to their own instagrams, and the hate dies down slightly. You make a new private, personal instagram.

Jack's draft comes and goes, and you're accepted into the University of British Columbia in Vancouver. Quinn is over the moon but hides it. Jack mopes for 3 days.

Quinn asks you to move in with him while you get settled into Vancouver. He says it's to help you, but Jack and Luke know better.

Fans start to photograph you at Quinn's games, a blank look on your face, and the rumours start up again. You ignore it until they say you're a puck bunny who's fucked your way through the brothers and will move on to other players eventually.

Quinn finds you crying. He can feel his heart break in his chest at the tears streaming down your face and the way your mascara is smudged around your eyes.

_quinnhughes: my best friend. my favourite supporter.

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Fans change their tune after Quinn's post, suddenly deciding that they love the idea of you two together. They think his use of "my" was a declaration.

The thought of being Quinn's makes your heart flutter, but you keep quiet.

Little do you know, Quinn feels the same.

Luke gets drafted and goes to New Jersey with Jack, where they're left alone to scheme and form a plan to get their big brother to finally get the girl.

"You sure about this?" Luke asked, his finger overing over the call button on your contact.

"Dude I'm telling you, they just need a lil push in the right direction."

"Uhh, this is more of a check into the boards." Nico's voice chimes from his places on the younger boys' couch.

"Just call her!" Jack ushers Luke away, firing off a text when he hears your voice through the phone.

Jack: yo quinn, is bub ok?

Quinn: yes ? I think ?

Quinn: I'm at practice

Quinn: wait

Quinn: whys she not answering her phone

Jack: idk man

Jack: I can't get through to her

Jack: neither can Luke

Quinn: she's supposed to be at home

Quinn: wait

Jack's phone remains silent for ages until he hears a commotion on the other end of the line from Luke's phone. Quinn's yelling, and Jack winces at the panicked edge to his voice.

"I'm here, Quinny," your voice is soft and gentle, confusion lacing your tone, and Jack can hear the sigh his brother heaves, picture the way his shoulders must fall in relief. "What's wrong?"

Luke chooses that moment to hang up.

"Bro!"

"I don't wanna hear that!"

It's two hours later when Jack receives a text from Quinn. It's a photo of your legs resting on Quinn's, hands entwined. The caption reads:

We've been dating for months dumbass

Jack's offended that neither of you told him and takes it upon himself to get revenge.

jackhughes: you're welcome for shoving the kid when we were 7. without me, you'd never have met.

congrats losers

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[sxtaep]

WILD THOUGHTS - JJK

sometimes, being an esteemed photographer had its ups and downs. this time, it was a bit of both.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — smut, angst

word count — 1.7k

warnings/tags — photographer!jk x spoilt!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader (implied), swearing/cursing, insults, praise, bros got the biggest boner in public, male masturbation, jk is big mean, degradation, oral (implied m receiving), mentions of pussy eating, mentions of unprotected sex, mentions of cumshots/creampies

a/n: this was something i was going to write a while ago, with the brains of @mercurygguk but i figured i’d keep it short and simple for the sake of ramadan 😭

btw!! this isn’t my last post before ramadan, i have another post scheduled to automatically post next month 🥳

hope everyone has a blessed month! 💗

Oh, the absolute fucking nerve you had to walk into his studio and cause a commotion, boss around his employees like you owned the place.

His week had been utter hell, running from one studio to the other, taking photos of his models but being back at his usual studio, Jungkook thought he could have a relaxed session with you.

Yeah, he did his research on you just to see what he was getting himself into and honestly, he wasn’t surprised.

Upon entering your name into the search engine, before your wiki page even came up, his screen was plastered with tons of articles about you, and they were nothing to be proud of.

‘Spoilt brat.’

‘Rude.’

‘Disrespectful.’

The list went on.

That was when he discovered you were handed this modelling opportunity because of the high status your parents held among designer brands, being the most sought after celebrities.

Your mother pulled a few strings and here you were.

With a bit of back and forth arguing, Jungkook instructed you to head to the dressing room with his assistant to get you ready for the shoot and surprisingly, you obeyed.

It wasn’t long before you stepped out onto the set, a silk robe shielding your body as his assistant did some final touch-ups on you.

The silence on set was deafening as you pulled off the robe, donned in a white lace bra and a thong, with the addition of a short lace skirt that barely covered your most intimate parts.

Now don’t get him wrong, Jungkook had come across thousands of models, all beautiful in their own way, and never affected by them, but something about you… your curves straining against the tight bands of the undergarments, tits sitting perfectly within the confines of your bra…

He fucking loved it.

It was such a shame you had the desired genes for this industry, but fucking hell, your personality made him wanna throw a brick at your face.

You were completely unaware of the commotion stirring within him, going about as usual and climbing onto the bed on set and ignoring the unwarranted stares you were receiving from everyone, “How do you want me?”

It takes Jungkook a couple seconds to gather himself before instructing you to lie on your stomach and lean on your forearms, giving you the freedom to position your hands as you please.

“Give me sexy, and seductive, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with that,” he says, bringing the camera up to his eye without realising what he’d just said.

You promptly ignore him, trying to contain the little bubble of excitement building in your stomach as you posed, hands gracing your face, fingers occasionally grazing your jawline.

Jungkook hums in approval, taking a couple more snaps and putting you in different positions before instructing you further, “Good, now take the skirt off and lie on your back,” he says, pulling the camera away from his face to gaze down at you.

You sit up on your knees, unbuttoning the skirt from the waist band and pulling it off, handing it too him and now being extremely aware of how exposed you were.

This is what it meant modelling for a lingerie brand; exposed skin and provocative photos.

Despite how you felt, you laid back on the bed, bringing one leg up to a slight bend as you threw your arms above your head, face turned to the side with your eyes closed as Jungkook snapped away, moving around you to capture every perfect angle.

All you could hear from him was praise and validation, the occasional ‘good girl’ slipping from his lips. You usually didn’t care for validation, knowing you were good at everything, but Jungkook… There was something about that asshole that made your skin crawl with goosebumps and you were certain he must’ve noticed.

And he did notice, being on his knees next to you, but he assumed it was due to the cold so didn’t comment on it. He was far more focused on capturing every angle possible because he wanted to wrap this up asap.

He rises up to his feet again, “Okay, on your hands and knees for me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, but you don’t have time to process his words already being on a tight schedule. You did as told, standing on all fours on the bed, your spine arching perfectly and ass raised in the air slightly.

Jungkook bites back a smile, eyeing your current state as he stood before you.

Now would be a good time to shut you up with his cock.

He hides his face with the large camera, adjusting the lens to pick up everything from your perfectly raised ass peeking out behind your head, the sensual lighting drawing in the shadows along your body, accentuating your curves.

He’d be lying if he said his dick didn’t jump at the sight.

You were completely unaware of the affect your body had on him, continuing your job as expected and after a solid 2 hours, Jungkook called everything a wrap.

He sets his camera down on and extends his hand out to help you off the bed, his hand burning upon holding yours, “You’re free to leave, I’ll be in contact with you in the next couple days to discuss what comes next,” he tells you, dropping your hand and dismissing you rather quickly as you tried to stand up straight.

“Have a good night, Miss L/N.”

He didn’t wanna be in your presence any longer, nor did he wanna deal with your incessant complaining, when the boner in his pants was bound to burst any minute now.

You don’t even get a chance to open your mouth before he’s out the door, wondering why he was in a rush.

Why was he in a rush?

Because the moment he jumped into his car, driving out onto the streets, his boner was doing up a madness; relentlessly straining against his trousers as he gripped harshly onto the steering wheel.

He replays the moment he was spotting you in that vulnerable position; ass up, face down, the seamless arch of your spine adding a hint of elegance and sweetness to your appearance, though you were the complete opposite.

Rude and vile.

Taking photos of you from behind, your barely clothed cunt on display, sitting snug against the flimsy material.

Just one small movement of shifting your thong to the side and he could be burying his face in your pussy, eating you out to his desires—

“Fuck!” Jungkook slams his fist against the wheel, using his free hand to palm his throbbing cock for some relief.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

He was clearly wound up and full of sexual frustration after that shoot and it was unknown to him why this occurred so easily and why you of all people, had to be the cause.

Within a matter of minutes, Jungkook was pulling into his apartment garage, climbing out of his car and locking the door, using his bag as a shield to hide his erection from anyone he walks past.

He takes the elevator up to his penthouse suite, unlocking the door with a shaky hand and entering, dropping his bag to the floor and slamming the door shut behind him.

Good thing he was alone, he didn’t know if he was angry or horny right now, pacing up and down the room and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Maybe he was both.

He shouldn’t.

He really shouldn’t…

Fuck it, he could deal with the consequences later.

Jungkook throws himself on the couch, slouched back and thighs spread apart. Like this, his boner looked far bigger than he thought which made him wonder if anyone within distance from the garage and the building actually noticed it.

He removes the buttons of his shirt, leaving it open to give himself some air before reaches down to pull his pants off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock slap against his abdomen, aching for a girl it shouldn’t.

He doesn’t waste another minute, wrapping a firm hand around the base of his cock, pumping himself up and down slowly as his head falls back against the couch.

“Shit…” he grits, bucking his hips up into his fist to get himself off, spreading the small beads of precum at his tip along the entirety of his cock.

Jungkook’s mind wanders far, conjuring up the sinful image of you riding him, your sweet little pussy clutching onto his cock like a tight glove and perfectly rounded tits bouncing in his face.

“Fucking hell…” he curses under his breath, using his free hand to massage his balls, squeezing and pulling at them for something more. He shook his head, tightening his grip, “That fucking bitch…” he seethes, picking up the pace as his thighs twitched, “How dare she do this to me…”

With a raspy moan, he continues to think about you, your plush lips wrapped around his cock, mouth taking him whole as he uses one hand to grasp at your skull, pushing your head further down till the tip of your nose was brushing against him.

He imagines you touching yourself with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, unable to wait like a desperate bitch.

Jungkook would do everything he could to hurt you in all the right ways; using you as his personal fleshlight, his very own cumdump who’d be there for him on-call because spoilt brats like you didn’t deserve the luxury of a comfort fuck.

No, spoilt girls like you deserved to be treated like whores; broken down into nothing because that’s what they deserve.

Maybe that would teach you a lesson; you can’t always get what you want.

“Gonna give her a piece of my mind,” he tells himself between panting breaths, stroking his hard cock and pushing himself closer to his orgasm.

He was so close.

The undying urge he had to paint your face with his cum, splay your tits white and bury himself balls deep in your pussy till you drained him of every last drop—

And that did it.

Thick ropes of cum were landing on his lap, all over his hands, some of it dripping down the base of his cock and he jerked himself off slowly, getting the last of what he could before letting go with a heavy sigh.

His thighs had tensed up and shirt all creased from the lack of care he took while sitting, and it was now when he realised he got off to you.

Little did he know, you were doing the exact same thing, touching yourself to the thought of him.

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[martyrsex]

Jason Todd x Singer reader (fem) Part 2

Author's note: First of all, thanks everyone for the amazing feedback of the first part! It made me a happier person.

summary: After the first repercussions of what you said in Kurt's interview, your agent decided it was time to do a show in Gotham. Nothing could go wrong... Right?

Here's part one: https://www.tumblr.com/margotwhites/742612810749591552/jason-todd-x-singer-reader-fem

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Jason doesn't know how he ended up in the line for your show. He was at Wayne's Manor, chilling, and Steph, Babs and Dick suddenly grabbed him, made him take a shower and put a nice outfit (that they choose), a perfume and get his hair done.

And now he is on the line for the VIP entrance of your show in Gotham. The interview you did happened just two weeks ago, and suddenly there was an announcement in your social media about a show in one of the Gotham's city biggest stadium.

He didn't like the idea. Everybody knows what happens in shows at Gotham City. There's always some lunatic ready to fuck up the whole thing, always people getting hurt. That's exactly why he didn't refuse going to the show: if any shit happens, he prefers to be there to be able to kick the ass of whatever idiot that causes the commotion.

He just didn't expected to end up in the VIP.

"How much did you pay for this?" Jason asks Dick, staring at the small concert VIP bracelet that was placed around his wrist.

"It doesn't matter." Dick says, dismissively. Babs and Steph share a look and both start to giggle. Jason arches an eyebrow, but doesn't insist on the matter. He sighs, putting his hands on the pockets of his dark jeans.

If he was being honest, he wasn't a huge fan. Yeah, some musics were good, and overall you had talent, but it was simply not his style of music.

The line finished and they entered the VIP room; where after to show they would have access to the backstage. And actually meet you. Jason is not dumb, he knows what his siblings are in for. They weren't exactly discreet. They want to set up Jason with you.

"You guys are aware she said she likes Red Hood, right? Not Jason Todd. She probably doesn't even know me."

"Of course she knows you. You're a Wayne. She certainly have seen your face in one of the Galas footage that are around the web." Babs said, tilting her head.

"This is stupid. I don't know what you people expect to happen." Jason sighs, rubbing his temple. He wasn't exactly going to complain though.

"Look! There's food!" Steph says, walking towards the huge table with a diversity of sweets and savory. Jason follows her, but instead he walks towards the bar. He orders an Old Fashioned. He needs a drink to get his head in the mindspace.

At least he's not in the middle of the crowd. The VIP is crowded, but it's a private space with couches and other fancy stuff. Dick must've paid a hell amount of money for them to be here. Or he had some contacts. He always does.

Jason sips his drink and sighs, observing the surroundings. Well dressed people. It looks almost like a Wayne Gala. Which pisses him off a little. He sits on one of the couches, besides Barbara, who is drinking a Cosmopolitan. Steph is still attacking the food table and Dick is talking with some guys. Probably the ones who gave him the tickets.

"Take that expression out of your face, Jason."

Babs said, a smirk on her face. Jason scoffs.

"I just don't understand what the heck we're doing here." Jason replies, sipping his drink again.

"To listen to music. To have fun. To go to the backstage later."

"I don't want to meet her, anyway. The hell are we going to talk about?" Jason says, untrusting his friends plans.

"Come on! It's gonna be fun. And it's not because she said she liked Red Hood or whatever. It's because I want to meet her. Not everything revolves around you, jaylad."

Steph says, a plate full of sweets on her hands. She sits on the other side of Barbara.

"Then there was no reason for you to drag me along." Jason says, a bit irritated.

"Yes there was. Shows in Gotham always end up bad. We should be here in case we're needed."

She says, whispering. But nobody was really paying attention to them, so she relaxes.

"So why ain't Tim here too? Or hell, even Bruce?" Jason asks, rolling his eyes.

"Tim is with Bernard and Bruce is taking care of a case he's not talking about it. You know how he is."

Yeah, he knows. Batman sometimes doesn't share the cases. Especially the ones he should share. The ones he needs help with. But Jason shoves that to the back of his mind, sipping the Old Fashioned again.

A song starts to play and everyone goes towards the balcony of the VIP area. Babs and Steph grab Jason's hands and drag him towards the parapet, so they can take a better view of you, appearing on the stage. Dick joins them two seconds later.

"Good night, Gotham!" You say in the microphone, your voice echoing. With a huge smile on your face, the wind blowing your hair. He had to admit, you were more than good looking. You were gorgeous.

People are dancing and singing along, the whole stadium thrilling in your energy. You sing and move around, touching people's hands and even letting some fans get the mic for some seconds to show their own talent.

Jason can feel the energy and the music, and hell, he can't deny it. You are good. He even finds himself beating his feet in the rhythm of the songs he knows, and murmuring the lyrics along while you sing.

And then, because this is Gotham, and because Gotham can't have a single moment of peace, some shit starts to happen in the stadium floor. He can't understand what's going on - it's far away from the VIP area, but there is a strange moviment of people in the middle of the lower crowd.

"Hey- something is happening." He says, grabbing Dick's arm and pointing at a group of guys that is... fuck. Holding guns? He can't see it properly, it's too far away.

Dick observes what Jason is pointing.

"Our costumes are in the car." He says, and soon they are all moving. Jason places his drink on the parapet while Dick tells Babs and Steph what is going on. People start to scream in the lower crowd, opening space for the armed man. There are five in total. No- five in one side of the stage, other five close to the exit.

They run towards the exit of the VIP area, rushing down the stairs. A hell of an ordeal of everyone changing into their costumes inside the fucking car, losing time when someone could be getting hurt goes on, and five minutes later they are invading the entrance of the stadium dance floor.

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You stopped singing as soon as you hear the screams. Something is not wrong and you should've known this would happen, because this is fucking Gotham.

Your security guards invaded the stage, escorting you out of there against your will. You don't understand what's going on, you just heard a gun noise and someone screaming, and then more loud noises and your ears start to do a high pitched sound, the world becoming a blurr in that moment. You go to the backstage, but then there are people armed there too.

A guy from the lighting team is on the floor, blood sprawling under him. Your security team raised their guns at the goons - or whatever the hell those people are - while the goons raise their guns and points each single one of them at you.

You try to stay calm. In fact, you are feeling strangely calm. There are five man pointing guns at your face, and the only strange, unsettling thought that crosses your mind is that you forgot your car keys on the bathroom counter this morning.

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Dick punches one of the goons on the nose while Jason shoot's at another's leg. People start to scream even more now, Babs trying to control the crowd so nobody falls and gets trampled while everyone rushes towards the exit. Steph is already close to the stage, taking care of the five other goons.

Jason knows she can handle five idiots on her own, but even so, he runs forward, people opening space for him, and he's almost there when he sees a woman falling on the ground and almost getting crushed by other people's feet.

He helps her stand up and hears a small 'thank you' before she starts to run again. He has no time to lose. Not that armed men is a big of a challange for him and the rest of them, but people were shot. And everything that happens in a crowded space causes more casualties.

He reaches Steph and soon enough all the goons are down, people still rushing towards the exit, where now Dick and Babs take care of those who are wounded.

"I think we took them all down." Steph says, stepping closer to Jason.

But then Jason looks at the empty stage in front of him.

"Let's check the backstage." He says. Steph nods.

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They started shooting at some point. You threw yourself at the ground, because you didn't know what else to do, and you felt a hand around your wrist, pulling up. You feel something cold in your back, and five masked man staring at you.

Your bodyguards are wounded or dead, and you're alone.

"Walk." The man behind you say, the gun pressed on your lower back. You take a deep breath and starts to walk, following them. You get out of the backstage through the back door, walking on the empty parking lot at the other side of the stadium, a simple white van waiting for you.

It was one of those kidnapping movies white van. That's what went through your head. You almost laughed at the thought. You would have if it wasn't so damn terrifying.

You started to think about all the possibilities of what could happen to you once you enter that van. What happens to the people in the movies? Torture? Rape? Death? Canibalism? Yeah, you saw something like that in the TV when you were younger.

Or maybe they just want your money. That, at this moment, is the best option. They'll ask for money and once they receive they're going to let you go. That's probably what's going on.

You try to calm down. The van seems so far away from you, the time is going so slowly, and so fast, because now you are being tied and blindfolded, thrown behind the van, and they are driving you somewhere.

You try to create the map of Gotham in your head: trying to perceive by the movements of the van where they could be leading you. That would be the smart thing to do, right? Maybe. But the truth is that you can't figure it out. You don't know Gotham. You have no idea where you are being taken.

You have no idea how many of your fans, the people who paid to see you, the people who adore you and who you adore back, were shot. If any of them died in your show.

It makes you try to stand up behind the van, desperate. That odd calmness you were feeling till now suddenly disappeared, and you started to do muffled sounds, trying to throw yourself against the van's back doors so maybe they would burst open and you'd be able to get out of here.

The van is at high velocity and maybe you'd break some bones, but that didn't matter. You just needed to get out of there.

Someone grabs you by the hair.

"Be quiet, slut!" A sharp slap on the left side of your face. It makes you flinch.

You were absolutely fucked.

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Jason recognizes the man on the floor as your security team right away.

And you're nowhere.

"They took her." Stephanie says, through the comms for Dick and Babs. Jason observes the scene, remembering everything Bruce ever thought him.

"They're not hiding. They took her somewhere." He says, walking towards the backstage exit, towards the completely empty parking lot.

"At this point, they can't be more far than 50 kilometers." Babs say through the comms.

Jason curses under his breath at the reality that his motorcycle wasn't here. He looks at Steph, who also seems quite lost in what to do.

"There are any security cameras on the stadium or the parking lot?" She asks.

"Probably. If I was at home, I could figure it out." Babs answer. She's the Oracle, of course she could figure it out. She always does.

"Go home, then." Jason says, clenching his fists. They were losing time, damn it.

Jason just wants to get you back. He doesn't even know you, you don't even know him. But he knows you support him as Red Hood, and that's not something a lot of people do. He can't help but care for you.

He'll get you back. As Red Hood, as Jason Todd, it doesn't matter. This man is getting you back.

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Author's note part 2: Oof! I was expecting this fic to be more light than this, but my mind took a different turn. I hope you guys enjoyed!

Tags: @duduvea @cynical-ghost

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Hiii

Idk if I'm doing this right but I always think about bittersweet trio angst and I really like your stories.

I remember someone talking about boo wanting to leave the boys out of a warped belief of the boys intentions and trying to do the best thing for them.

What if boo actually tried to leave or did, what do you think the boys would do?

I believe this would fall under short stories:3

Stay safe and have a good day く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

Warped understandings.

Boo wasn't dumb, they saw how both looked at each other longingly. Love was still there and as Seth lovingly said they were the Jolene of the relationship. The homewrecker in a way, even though the door was wide open for anyone to come in. But when talking to Seth that day, they saw how he wanted to be better for Alphonse and he is now. Both Alphonse and Boo can see, it just hurt because Boo knows that Alphonse will forever love Seth. Maybe even more than them?

Boo was a good at fixing things. The bakery, their home, and even the boys were products of it. But after fixing things, you just need to let go of them, yes this will hurt them. But Seth and Alphonse being happy will lighten the sting a bit.

"Boo? Where you a-.....What are you doing?" Alphonse stood in the door way as Boo was packing. Causing the other to pause as they were writing the note they were gonna leave. Hurt wasn't even the word to explain what was on his face, "A...Are you trying to leave?" He uttered with tears in his eyes.

"I....Al-" Boo couldn't think of what to say as their....ex, yes, ex boyfriend stood in front of them. "I got a job offering in another town to see if I wanted to open a bakery there! And I need to stay there for two years to see if my baking's good enough for-" Their paper being snatched form them cut them off.

Alphonse was skimming the note and started to read it a loud, shouting it even. "Alphonse and Seth I know it seems cruel of me to do this but I know this is for them best." Backing away from Boo, who tried to take it back, "You both don't need me anymore and I notice that I'm sorry for coming between you two'?? Boo what the fuck is this???" The commotion caused Seth to hurl down the hall form the kitchen.

"Aye! What ya hollerin' for??" He demanded as he looked between Boo and Alphonse. The former looking nervously at him and the later about to burst down in tears. Seth was so, so confused, what happen? He was just cleaning dishes and-

"Read this!" Paper shoved to him, Seth flipped it over quickly and began to read. What.....What caused Boo to write this?? 'you both don;t need me anymore?' he thought.

"Sugar? your....leaving us?" Wailing with tears coming quickly as he looked pleading to Boo. Then back to the note as it explained, "I know I'm the biggest obstacle you have to overcome before getting together. So to save you the trouble I chose to leave first?? You were just going to leave with a note behind??" Tears and heaving breathing was his answer as he saw Boo start crying.

"I...I just think I'm in the way. You both love and know each other before me I shouldn't stop you from that!" Screaming as they began to wipe furiously at their eyes trying to stop their tears. Why are they crying? This is just going to make it harder on the boys! Long arms yanked them into a hug as Alphonse started to sob in their shoulder.

"Why-Why would you ever feel like that? Boo, no, I wanna be with you don't leave me...Don't leave us!" A struggle to get out of the hold was his answer but Seth locked them in from he other side.

"Sugar, we didn't work out. We know that and I'm happy for both of you don't leave thinking this will fix everything!" Flashbacks to his mother leaving was plaguing his thoughts as he held tightly this time. The person he loves isn't going away that easily this time.

"I...I don't know why I just feel like I should!' Answering as they felt more tears fall, Boo was clutching both boys as they held them tight. All three were sobbing in each other's arms as they talked it through, clearing up this misunderstandings.

"I love you both, I can't imagine one of you leaving to be happy for the other two. It doesn't seem right." Trying to explaining this felt like trying to explain why he felt a pull to the both of them. Seth nodded into Boo's shoulder not wanting to let go, what if they vanish into thin air?

"I struggled with thinking I should leave. And....we all know how that happen. There's something that makes me want to stay with the both of you. So please, sugar. Stay." Begging for them Seth felt more tears fall as Alphonse caressed his head, trying to sooth him. Boo listened to everything, then decided.

"okay, I'll stay. You both wouldn't know what to do with out my anyways." Joking to try to lighten the mood only made them cry in happiness. Boo then started crying again "I'm sorry." Both boys began comforting them and rocking as a group.

[coryothesub]

Coryo is excited to see the reader taking control in situations.

This just screams peacekeeper Coryo, because the boy is just so helpless!

nsfw / mdni / pk!sub!coryo / district!dom!reader

It was a pretty boring Friday night at the Hob and you were already heading home when you heard some commotion in the dark alleyway behind the establishment.

Involving yourself with drunk men fighting was the last thing you desired and you were already speeding up your walk to get past the scene unbothered, but then you noticed someone you recognized pretty well in the dim reflection of the distant street lights.

There he was again. Private Coriolanus Snow caught in a heated argument with some local drunks. Very bad choice. 

You stopped by the alleyway and tried to figure out what all the fuss was about. Of course Coryo was spewing out some bullshit about patriotism and the vital role of the Capitol. For a moment you were truly considering just leaving that arrogant little dumbass at the mercy of those drunken pricks.

But then you heard the sound of a fight and turned around to see Coryo on the ground, his upper lip bleeding. Biggest of the guys grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to his knees.

“Admit that the Capitol is just a sewer full of miserable rats or we will gladly rearrange those pretty features of yours!” He screamed.

“Just say it,” you muttered to yourself clearly knowing he wouldn't. For fucks sake there were three of them!

“Never!” Coryo hissed through gritted teeth causing you to facepalm.

The men surrounded him in a tight circle and one of them had already raised his hand for a punch when he suddenly stopped startled by your voice.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you tried to sound cool approaching the unpleasant bunch.

The men stared at you with bleary eyes for a good moment until one of them spoke.

“Get lost, woman!” He growled. “You have nothing to see here.”

“This man here is from a very prominent Capitol family,” you broke into their circle and stood between them and Coryo, making the men step back instinctively.

“You hurt him, you'll get killed. If you get too carried away and kill him your families will be murdered too. He's not worth it!”

Coryo looked slightly offended at those last words, but at least he was smart enough to keep quiet. 

“Are you his whore?” The biggest and scariest of the bunch approached you causing you to swallow thickly. “Is that why you care about our wellbeing so much?”

“I would stay where you are if I was you,” you managed to keep your posture.

“I don't hit women. Unless they are filthy peacekeepers’ whores!” The man yelled and tried to swing a badly aimed punch at you, but you avoided it and kicked your knee up aiming directly at his manhood.

The man made a wailing sound and fell to his knees, his friends finally stepped back.

“So who wants to be next? Or maybe you wanna get some taste of the pepper spray that I have in my pocket?”

The man who’d tried to hit you was trying to get back on his feet, muttering all the possible curse words and you already thought both you and Coryo were gonna be so fucked especially if they’d found out you had no pepper spray with you.

But the other men started to retreat, pulling up their friend and dragging him away despite his protests.

After a few short moments only you and Coryo were left in the alleyway.

“Thank you!” You heard his lovely little voice behind yourself.

You turned around to see him getting up from the ground quite nimbly. You also noticed that his lips were still trembling from fear.

“Could you ever just stop getting in trouble?” You gave him an annoyed look.

“I-I would have totally handled it by myself, it’s just…”

“Yeah sure!” You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you just couldn't believe the audacity of this Capitol dullard.

“... it's just that you are so beautiful when you take control like this,” he stepped closer, his cheeks slightly flushed, you could feel the alcohol reeking from his breath.

“Such a charmer,” you turned your head to the side not wanting to admit that you were indeed somewhat charmed.

His hands found yours and your fingers intertwined him simultaneously pushing you closer to a nearby wall.

“So beautiful…” he whispered, his lips lingering near yours adorned with a silly smile. He was acting like a drunk school boy with a crush, posca and adrenaline from almost getting beaten black and blue still running through his veins.

“No, not like that baby,” you giggled and switched your positions in a swift move, pinning him against the wall, his hands above his head.

Coryo's eyes widened for a moment before his features were taken over by a tipsy smile. He felt completely at ease under your control and so did you.

“This is better,” you cooed before pressing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss that tasted a bit metallic from his bleeding lip.

Coryo's lips caught yours in a hungry ardor, he tasted your mouth letting out sweet moans in between.

You put your leg in between his thighs, pressed it against his crotch and ran your tongue over the abrasion on his upper lip making him whine softly.

Still holding his hands pinned against the wall you started rubbing your tight against him making him flare his nostrils as he watched you with those wide icy blue eyes.

“Oh fuck!” Coryo moaned as you sped up your moves feeling his cock getting hard in his pants.

“You like it?” You whispered against his lips, then moved lower and peppered soft kisses along his neck feeling his pulse running wild under your lips.

“I-I d-do like it,” he stuttered as your kisses got harsher making sure to mark him as yours. 

Coryo's dick was painfully hard under your touch and he rolled his eyes back in pleasure feeling your tongue on his Adam's apple.

“If those guys saw you now they would surely know who is whose whore here, huh?” You teased before going back to his lips and meeting them in a harsh kiss.

“Please…” Coryo pleaded desperately, trying to grind his bulge against your thigh, making you chuckle in amusement.

“You're mine, Private Snow. All mine, do you understand that?”

“All yours,” Coryo whined, desperate for his release. 

Suddenly you stopped and stepped back letting his hands go. The boy's eyes went wide at the loss of contact.

“D-dont… Don't just leave me like this…” he begged, looking like a hungry puppy.

“Who said I was going to leave you?” You let out a small laugh.

“Now go back inside and get us a bottle of posca! Then we can go to my place and who knows… Maybe you’ll get to cum if you behave.”

Coryo rushed to carry out your instructions.

“Just don't get in trouble!”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Fun in the Sun(shine state)

Filming for the first movie brings our cast or merry idiots to the sunshine state. Despite the fact they aren’t in international waters, they still find a way to wreak havoc, wether that be by fooling around with alligators or getting into trouble at nightclubs…and guess who has to pick up the pieces.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

7.8k Words

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, drug use, vomit, sex toys, injury, fighting, public urination, strip teases, wet-t-shirt contests

An: Yet annother installment for Manager!Y/N!! Fun fact: besides Jackass, my second biggest interest is theme parks, particularly those in Europe and the U.S!! Over the summer, I visited Orlando and got to experience Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure, which served as a major inspiration for writing this fic! Anyways, thank you for reading and please keep those requests coming! My inbox is never closed ;)

You knew that Steve’s apartment, the base of operations for his multi-year bender, would be a shitshow before they sent you in to grab his lazy ass. See, the crew had gotten to Orlando without any major casualties, and the only person who you hadn’t picked up at this point was Mr. O who, despite the last hour of calling him, hadn’t answered his phone once. But when he answered the door wearing only his boxers, you didn’t expect his place to be that bad. Immediately upon him answering the door, you were hit by this brick wall of Jack and weed stink as you took a quick skim around the room, whose decoration started and ended with open pizza boxes, towers of artfully piled up empty beer cans, and yellow fly strips hanging from the ceiling. Looking you up and down, Steve leaned against the doorframe and raised a flirty eyebrow, too fucked up to recognize you, “Hey, baby…You here for a piece of the ole Steve-o?”

So you had to explain very calmly and sweetly, despite how badly you wanted to grab both of his shoulders and vigorously shake him, that you weren't one of his groupies, “No, Steve- your friends are waiting outside for you. You’re gonna start on the new movie today, remember?” There was a moment where you could see the realization cross his face as he only then recognized you as his manager. “Oh... Oh! So you’re not here for a little…? No? But, hey- lemme get some clothes on!” Not bothering to close the door behind him, Steve turned his back to you as he grabbed a shirt from his couch, sniffing it before shaking his head and tossing it to the side. “Hey, if you wanna drink, there’s beer in the fridge!” Watching him scrounging around in the pile of old laundry in the dim apartment, you politely declined, “Yeah, I’m alright- but thanks though…” Everyone was all high fives and ‘what’s up, dude?’s when Steve finally arrived at the cherry red rental van, which was a nightmare for you to procure and insure, but we won’t discuss that. What everyone was talking about, however, was this stunt they had planned for later that day, something you didn’t pay too much attention to. God, why didn’t you listen?

Your bags were still sitting unpacked in your room by the time the guys started causing problems at the motel- which was maybe the filthiest one on I-Drive, which is a damn filthy thoroughfare to begin with. This is what stuck up Europeans imagine what America looks like: a dense bazaar of gas stations, fast food chains, and shithole motels much like the place you were set up at. Speaking of shitholes, that’s where you found Steve after you rushed out of your room to see what the commotion was- a literal shithole. Well, it was a drainage ditch that had sewage runoff, which you could only guess the crew assumed to also contain alligators, which it didn’t. Running down the concrete steps, you yelled at the idiots who were clustered around where Steve was wobbling around on his unicycle on the bank of the ditch. “What the hell are you guys doing?” Turning around with the handicam still angled towards the spectacle, Johnny flashed that signature, genuine grin at you, “We’re filmin’ for ‘Swamp Unicycling’! Y’wanna come watch?”

See, you won’t be that upset about this if you hadn’t already made arrangements with the nearby Gator Golf and Adventure Park to film this very stunt. It was this huge mini golf course with a mountain, and a faux waterfall, and oh yeah, they also had alligators. You spent two hours on the phone talking with some guy called the Gator Crusader trying to convince him to take time out of his day to humor you and let you film with his gators, now you’d have to call Mr. Gator Crusader back up to say sorry, but we don’t need you- we’ve got a filthy pit behind our hotel that did the trick. You shook your head, a bit irate, “No, no- I take my eyes off of you for one minute, and here you are-“ Your words were cut off by Steve retching, clamoring out of the ditch looking like the swamp thing before losing his balance and falling backwards as if he endured a shotgun blast to the stomach, landing with a splash of murky, rank shit water. Right around when you were going to point out the possibility of Jeff stumbling upon this, he scrambled to his feet and bolted towards you like a bat out of hell. Of course you couldn’t let that thing catch you, so there you were, a professional working for MTV, getting chased by a grown man dripping with sewage, only pausing periodically to vomit at his own stench before resuming the chase.

They had to ask the hotel manager to use the hose to clean Steve off outside, because there was no way they’d let him into the room in the state he was in. By the time the ensuing water fight calmed down and everyone was left dripping wet, the mosquitos were out and it had gotten dark, which brought to discussion the same conversation they had every time they were on the road when it came to sleeping arrangements, because they were always hard to determine when you had five guys to a room. Steve, as usual, got the shit end of the stick when it came to bed rights, “Why do you always get a bed?” The two lovebirds, Bam and Ryan, had long since claimed one of the two twin beds and were laying right up next to each other, stared at him as if he said something completely out of left field. Dunn shrugged, “We’re bros. Bros sleep together!” That word choice, coupled with the fact that everyone was half naked, didn’t make what he said sound any better, and of course the room erupted into laughter. Johnny and Chris had the other bed, after the latter called shotgun, leaving Steve to resign himself to the couch with a grumble, “Fine, just gimme a pillow...” Bam hurled one at him with a snicker, “You still smell like all that swamp shit!” “C’mon- I took a shower!” Johnny grabbed the TV remote, cracking a grin, “Yeah right, O. We hosed you off like the dog back there!”

It was around nine or ten, while you were getting ready for bed, the buzz of the sputtering AC unit humming in your ears, when you got that call from Ryan. “Hey, Y/N- where’d they hide the mini bar in this place?” Mini bar? You’re staying at the Super 8, and they thought there would be a mini bar! You laughed out loud before hanging up the phone, not giving him an answer. Bam leaned over Ryan’s shoulder as if to listen in, “So, where’s the mini bar at?” Despite the fact they were at a hotel that was thirty dollars a night, the crew seemed convinced that somewhere in that room was a hidden stack of tiny liquors, just under their noses. “They won’t tell me.” “Well, keep lookin’!” Johnny, the voice of reason here, didn’t join in on the search, stretching back on the bed with his hands behind his head, “Y’aint gonna find one…” However, not all hope was lost. They always had that liquor store Steve saw on the drive in…

After pulling up to the sketchy looking liquor store, Ryan and Steve went in to go pick up the booze while the other guys sat in the car like kids waiting for mom to finish up her errands. After a few minutes, the van door slid open with a whoosh and the men began loading the cases of beer into the car. “Dude- where’s my Jack?” Bam, looked the two up and down as if they were secretly holding a bottle of the liquor he asked them to grab behind one of their backs. Steve jabbed a finger behind him and snickered, “It's back at the store.If you want it so bad, get it yourself dude!” Chris got out to help Ryan with loading the beers in the van as Bam weakly argued, his words hushed, “No way! I’m gonna get shot in there, man!” Even with the cracked bulletproof glass and the flickering neon signs out front, Steve knew the chances of him actually being held up outside of I-Drive Liquor were pretty slim. Still, Bam was a skater, and he doesn’t get shot, so he’d have to settle for beer.

This explains the little beer parade that passed in front of the door to your room that night while you were still seething over that thing earlier with the swamp water. One by one, single file, a case in each hand. You scoffed at the display- they had to be up in seven hours, and they were drinking? “Seriously, guys?” Ryan, who was at the end of the pack, took a swig of the can he got from the open case he was lugging before holding it out to you, “Y’want one?” The only response you gave was slamming your door. Unbelievable…

As always, the mood the morning after a night of drinking is never as high as the night before. Sitting in the parking lot of your hotel, all blue and alluring, was the holy grail of restaurants: the International House of Pancakes. That’s where the guys ate and discussed their plans for the day, stuffed in one booth, huddled around their food. Johnny chewed a bite of his biscuits and gravy, glancing around to the other guys, “Well, since we’re gonna be at the beach, how about let’s knock out ‘Butt Bead Ass Kite’?” Clearly not looking forward to it, Bam groaned, putting his fork down, “C’mon, man- why can’t we just do, like- Preston as a mermaid or somethin’?” Chris, who was just fellating a sausage he stole from Bam’s plate, chuckled, “Cause the butt stuff’s funny! I mean-” He turned to Steve, “we’re still filmin’ ‘Butt Chug’ tonight, right?” See, this is when people started taking notice of what they were talking about. Taking a sip of his black coffee, a very hungover Steve-O nodded, not too excited to have a plastic tube shoved up his ass for whatever reason. Ryan, who was in even worse shape than him, rubbed his temples to try and quell his thrumming headache. And while everyone involved in this conversation thought nothing of it, the many families also eating in this IHOP did, and after a few people complained a waitress had to stop them mid conversation about this new stunt idea Knoxville had called ‘Dildo Tricks’, and let them know that, while she likes a good dildo story, they might want to cool it down a a bit.

By grace of them actually working on a real movie set, there was a driver scheduled to pick the guys up from the hotel, so the trouble they could cause wasn’t really on your mind that morning due to the fact they managed to get their asses up and out the door without you pushing them along. In fact, you hadn’t woken up until you got a call from a very panicked for-hire driver to let you know that, since the van was rented in your name, you were responsible for paying the twenty nine-thousand dollars worth of damages. This is what you could gathered about what went down:

Chris was the spark that lit this powder keg- well, Chris’ IPod was. See, he usually got the aux by default when they traveled anywhere, and while everything was pretty quiet and relaxed for a while, he knew that if he put on the right song, he could really get things going in that van, which would be good considering they had nearly an hour on the road ahead of them. That song ended up being Livewire by Motley Crue. Now maybe the bump of coke Steve did off the side of his hand in the backseat had something to do with what happened next, but it was as if a switch flipped in his head as soon as that riff kicked in. The right soundtrack, and these men turn into fucking animals. Suddenly no longer hungover, Steve was bouncing around as if he were a pinball- back of the van, front of the van- at lightning speeds! And then, if it couldn’t get worse, there came the property destruction…

It started with Steve, as he clawed open a seat cushion with the help of a glass beer bottle and let the fluffy wisps of upholstery tumble out, but soon after it was Ryan who, after ripping off a side panel of the van and in the flurry of excitement and adrenaline, ended up punching a pipe that just so happened to be where the Freon for the AC ran. There was this evil hiss from the back seat, before the van was filled with yellowish smokey shit and Fiber Fill. That’s where the driver tried to intervene and politely ask them to stop, but the only response he received was Bam gleefully donkey-kicking a window out and someone, the driver couldn't tell who, pissing on his shoulder. The only two people not participating in this were Johnny and Chris, with the former trying to sink into his seat to escape the chaos that surrounded them, and the latter marveling at everything that was happening.

Now, keep in mind for this next part of the story that this was entirely occurring while they were on the freeway. Steve then, in some inhuman feat he definitely learned in clown school, sprung up to grip the headliner like a cat, ripping the damn thing off while still bouncing around the moving vehicle, Superball fast. Said liner fell on the poor driver’s head and smashed his face into the steering wheel. So there they were, swerving around in this giant van on I-95, and the whole time everyone was laughing and having a great time as if they were watching football on TV instead of skinning a van.

And it didn’t end once they got to their destination- nooo, of course it didn’t. For some reason, Bam thought it was a great idea to, while the driver was distracted calling to report the damages, take his skateboard to the top of a nearby parking garage and ollie off of the rooftop to smash into the windshield, with Steve’s justification that if he was in his shoes, he wouldn’t take that window callin’ him a bitch. So Bam did this Superfly Snuka jump, landing elbow first for the glass to shatter into the van, flock of pigeons style. That’s when the hired driver decided to quit.

Ryan was still shaking shards of glass out of his hair as you lined them up on the balcony outside the room after they got back. You gave them the lecture of a lifetime, “Are you guys grown children or something? I mean- I leave you alone for one morning, and what do you do?” Johnny was going to butt in and say he had nothing to do with this, but it was a rhetorical question. “You caused thirty thousand dollars worth of damages to the rental van- and that’s going to come out of the studio’s pockets!” Bam, who was still smeared with random blood (hopefully not Steve’s) from earlier, whined as if you were being some unreasonable bitch, “Well, things happen! We got a bit outta’ control! Chill out, damn…” Dunn said something to the effect of them having ‘movie money’ now but, instead of reassuring you, it only served to make you more frustrated with them. Groaning, you raked a hand through your hair in frustration, “It's not about money! It’s about your behavior and my responsibility for you.”

“Jeez…they sound like Ape.” Even though Bam spoke all hushed to his buddy to deliver that quip, you could definitely hear him. Turning to you, Ryan sighed, “Yeah, sorry mom…” Throwing your hands in the air as your eyes widened, you stopped pacing and got serious, turning to face them, “I don’t even know what to say at this point. I spend all this time and energy on keeping you out of trouble- what am I supposed to do with you?” The guilt was starting to seep in, as evident by the way Bam- yes, Bam was sitting, fidgeting with his hands in his lap as he looked up at you through his eyelashes, “Well…you could take us to Universal tomorrow.”

Before you could start going off on him, Johnny stopped you, “Y/N- the guys’ve been workin’ real hard, and they’re gettin’ antsy, so maybe it’d be a good idea to take em’ out when they’ve gotta free day! How about…tomorrow?” Despite the short notice, you were more concerned with how it hadn’t occurred to you that maybe you could have prevented the whole situation with the rental car. Well, you certainly didn’t want anything like that to happen again, you thought. Stopping your train of thought in its tracks was Bam, butting in, “Yeah, I flew a kite outta my ass today, Y/N! I had anal beads in my ass!” In his mind, he thought his suffering would convince you more, “All my buddies had to watch me put in a string’a anal beads this long!” Bam held up two fingers to show the length, but his hands were quickly swatted away by Steve, who shook his head, not mentioning his own anal experiences that day, “We need a break.” So you thought long and hard over what you should do- what would be the responsible, adult thing to do.

And you caved. “This is a team building thing,” you reminded the guys as you stood at the little booths where they sold tickets, paying for them with Paramount’s money- movie money, “we’re going to stay together and have good, clean fun today. And we are not going to cause any sort of problems. Understood?” Bam saw through your little charade with you trying to justify it to yourself rather than them and leaned over to Ryan with a snicker, “Yeah, now they really sound like April…” Before Dunn could ask you if he could just wait for you guys at the bar near the entrance because he didn’t care about roller coasters, or meeting characters, or whatever you do in a theme park, you passed out their tickets, “Alright everybody, buddy up. Chris, you’re with Steve, Bam’s with Ryan, and that leaves…” Before you looked up to Johnny, you already knew he’d be wearing that crooked smirk of his as he playfully threw an arm around your shoulders, “That leaves you and me!”

Out of the guys, you could stand Knoxville the most. Maybe that’s why you gravitated towards him so much. He was relaxed, semi-mature, and easily digestible, so yeah, you agreed to go along with him on the imposing green rollercoaster in this section of the park that was themed to all these Marvel superheroes; predictably, the ride was named after the Hulk, and looking at it, you could tell it certainly lived up to it’s name- that thing was massive. It was on that day you discovered that Steve, a man who you’ve seen swim with sharks and eat roadkill, had only one fear, and that was rollercoasters, so he took the smart way out, “Hey, I’m gonna go hit the can real quick- you guys can go on without me.” Everyone knew he was chickening out, but he was cool about it so they let it slide. Bam, on the other hand, looked like he was going to do the same, judging by how pale the poor bastard was. Ryan tried to walk him over with an assuring hand on his back, explaining that, “It's nothing! You’ll be fine!” But his efforts were for nothing, seeing as Bam was already trying to sneakily slink away towards the men’s. “Uh, yeah- I gotta…go t’the bathroom too.” Johnny, ever the comedian, yelled after the two chickens, “Have fun, you bunch’a nancies!”

Well, maybe those two nancies had the right idea- at least, judging by how soon after those rubber, over the shoulder restraints clicked off that Johnny emptied the contents of his stomach into the nearest trash can. Pretty queasy yourself after riding a roller coaster at nine in the morning, you decided to be considerate and instead of shoving your face in the same trash can, you stood behind him, rubbing his back as he puked his guts out because you liked him and felt a little empathy for him. “You’re alright, c’mon…” Honestly, if it weren’t for all the vomit, it would be a really sweet sight- you soothing him gently while he was feeling bad. Chris, however, seemed totally fine after all of that, not nearly as affected by it as you were, that freak. By the time you and Knoxville got your bearings, Dunn was walking back to where the two of you were having your cute, romantic moment, touting a beer in each hand. Of course, that’s when Bam and Steve decided to emerge from their little bathroom rendezvous. Ryan handed a can to his buddy, giving Steve-O the shaft yet again, “Dude- why don’t I get a beer?” He shrugged, taking a drink from one of them, “‘Cause they only sell you two at a time.”

You didn’t pay much attention when the guys said they wanted to get on some water raft ride you walked past because it was hot as hell- you’d do it too if you didn’t wanna walk around sopping wet all day. So Johnny and you were idly waiting around for the, by the exit because Mr. Hollywood didn’t want to get his hair wet (which you totally teased him for despite also opting out), while Ryan went to grab another beer. A few minutes later, there they came, walking off looking like they just got out of a pool. Fittingly, they were stripping their shirts off as they joked around. “I look like I pissed all of me.” “Dude, I got soaked.” Bam shook his hair off on you the way a dog might, not seeing any problem with what was happening, even when you interjected, “I don't think you can walk around the park without shirts on, guys...” Chris chuckled at your concern, flexing his muscles, “C’mon- who wouldn’t wanna see this?” Bam copied him, albeit to less effect. Right as you were going to remind them that they weren't at some janky, hometown water park where they could walk around shirtless, not even five minutes later, guess who comes walking by. “Hey! Yeah- yeah, you guys without the shirts! Can’t be walkin’ around like that- this is a theme park, not Muscle Beach!” Some security guard passing by did your job for you. As he walked away, you shot them an ‘I Told You So’ look.

“Okay- just go buy some new shirts.” Part of you knew handing off the company card to Chris was a bad decision, but you still pointed them in the direction of some gift shop and the three scampered off, giggling. You and Knoxville took a seat on a nearby bench to escape the blistering heat that made you feel like you were poaching in your skin even before he flashed you that charming smile as if you didn’t see him throwing up not even twenty minutes ago, “I know it’s your job t’do it, but you really know how to keep those fellas in line.” There was genuine respect behind his words, which made sense- he knew how awful these guys could be better than anyone. Chuckling softly to yourself, you shook your head, “It’s like I have five, horrible kids…”

Honestly, you should’ve expected this. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Johnny and Ryan snickered, marveling at the three who returned from the gift shop with smiles plastered all over their faces. Yeah, they got the shirts, but they were clearly youth sizes- like those tiny baby tees that teenage girls wear. Seeing them walk towards you was like watching a slow motion fashion show of what not to wear- well, the only one who could make it work was Steve, but that might’ve been due to the fact that the tight Jurassic Park shirt and the oversized camo shirts kinda meshed well together in a weird, high fashion way. They looked pretty proud of their choices, but the only thing you could think was that you’d have to walk around being seen next to these three idiots all day. Johnny put a proud hand on your back, “Those are our boys…”

A Theme park is one of the most perfect places to do those public reaction pranks Jackass is known for, which explains why Chris and Steve decided to make a pit stop next to a snack stand and Lady and the Tramp this Ron Jeremy sized hot dog that was so big you weren't sure if they should’ve been concealing in a paper bag or not. I mean, the way those two were making weird eye contact while eating very suggestively and making almost choked moaning noises was one thing, but the cherry on top of all of this was the bedazzled, two sizes too small Betty Boop tank top Chris was rocking- that’s what really got them some attention. Documenting the action with the handheld was Knoxville, who leaned over to where you were standing next to him, ogling the crude act, “That’s what I call Tuesday…” Given that they weren't directly bothering any of the other guests with their spectacle, you decided not to intervene despite the disapproving looks they were getting from the other park goers. Nothing to see here, foaks- just two grown men in tiny shirts who really love hot dogs. Bam and Ryan, on the other hand- they couldn’t really get the benefit of the doubt.

You couldn't stand when the guys did this stuff because of the understandably upset reactions it would often elicit and the way you’d have to go put out the fires they caused, so it made sense that it was the first those two did once they got out of your line of sight. After searching for them for what felt like forever, you managed to catch up to them after they ran off to the Jurassic Park Discovery Center- this cute faux museum for little kids with all this dinosaur shit. Bam, wearing that dumbass Spider-Man shirt that clung to his frame, stumbled up to this middle aged lady holding an ice cream bar while she was trying to coral her wild kids. “Hey, hey- that ice cream looks really good…” she glanced up and right as she was about to tell him she got it from the cart by the River Adventure, he cut her off, “Can I have a bite?” There was this awkward, confused silence between the two while she tried to figure out if he really asked that. Even her kids stopped their screaming to gawk at the strange man until Ryan swooped in to rescue him from this situation, putting a protective hand on one of Bam’s shoulders, “I am so sorry, ma’am. My cousin here, he-“ Dunn paused mid sentence to hand him a beer, “here ya go, buddy. Let’s get goin’…” With that, he quietly shooed him off, leaving that woman to question what the hell just happened.

“What part of ‘we are not going to cause any kind of problems did you not understand?” After you profusely apologized to the lady, you pulled the two aside to chew them out. Bam barely stifled his laugh, leaning back against the railing by the staircase that overlooked some mechanical dinosaur display. “C'mon- that chick was totally checkin’ me out!” Ignoring the fact this lady was twice his age with kids, you continued with your lecture, turning to Ryan who was casting his gaze off to the side with faux innocence. “Yeah- you too, Dunn- don’t try to pretend you didn’t have a hand in this!” He gawked at you as if he had no clue what you were saying, putting his hands up defensively, “Me? What about Steve out there on the dinosaur? You’re not lecturing him!”

Steve is on the what? Dashing outside, you pushed through the crowd that had gathered around the big dinosaur photo op outside as Steve perched on its head, riling them up like the showman he is while someone was calling out to him from below, “Sir can you please get down from there? You can’t-“ the security guard tried to reason with him, which was pointless given that, a few seconds later, Steve leapt from where he stood on its head, doing a full flip before landing perfectly on his feet. “Well, that’s a way to get down...”

Given how long you were employed at Dickhouse to watch over the guys and how famous they were now, you were surprised you hadn’t had to deal with more crazy fans. But there you were, quietly ushering the guys through a crowd of frenzied fan girls who thought a sunny bottleneck would be a great place to stop and ask for autographs. Bam was having a pretty good time, considering how many chicks were asking him to sign their tits. Johnny and Steve, on the other hand, felt that they were gettin’ the shit end of the stick because they were stuck signing park tickets and flip phone cases. And Dunn? One of the girls pulling the top of her tank top down for Bam glanced over to him, looking him up and down, “Who’s the weird guy?” Bam snickered and pretended not to know him, scribbling down his number for the girl who asked as Ryan stood there, grappling with now being ‘the weird guy’. You pushed the guys along, much to the disappointment of their fans, “Alright, we got places to be- let’s just keep moving…” One of the girls, the one hanging off of Johnny’s arm, glared at you with disdain, “Ew. Is that your mom or your aunt or something?” Before you could spit back at the girl to tell her that no, you were neither, he beat you to it. “Well, that there’s our lovely manager, Y/N. If it weren’t for them, we’d all definitely be in theme park jail right about now!” He punctuated his words with that genuine Knoxville laugh that told you he wasn’t only defending you because you were in earshot.

At this point, you had gathered your bearings from the last roller coaster so you and the guys decided to try the red and blue dueling coaster creatively dubbed Dueling Dragons that they had in this fantasy themed section of the park. Well, the guys except Bam and Steve, who pulled off their disappearing act once again. It was surprisingly tame in comparison, and you were joking around in line until you got off…only to find that they hadn’t in fact gone to the bathroom and were instead standing in line for the unicorn themed kiddie coaster. Bam whipped around to you guys in genuine confusion, “Where were you?” Ryan parroted his words back, mirroring his expression, “Where were you?” “We were in line for the ride!” You started to piece things together in your head but you let them work it out. “Yeah, we were in line too!” Chris, who was trying to explain it and work out what happened at the same time, craned his head a bit to see the sign by the entrance, “Wait…you're waiting to get on the unicorn ride?” Steve stared at Pontius like he was crazy, “Yeah, isn’t that the one you went on?” Once Johnny figured it out and started losing it, everyone else figured it out in a second. Before the guys could start ragging on him, Bam jumped to defend himself, “Hey- unicorns are kickass!” Which only prompted more laughter.

The last attraction of the day was this little walkthrough special effects show thing you decided to stop at to cool off a bit before heading back. Orlando is hell in the summer, especially when you have to chase five sweaty, grown children around a theme park all day. The whole thing was themed to Poseidon or something Greek and watery- you weren't really paying attention at that point, just thankful to get a break in the AC. In contrast, the guys seemed to miraculously have all the energy in the world, laughing and messing around, though you had to admit, you did feel a good deal of satisfaction when Bam said something about needing to piss and Ryan started punching him in the kidneys- consider it payback for earlier.

There was this one section of the show where you walked through a hallway that gave the illusion of walking through a tunnel of water with the help of these jets that shot out water at some one-hundred miles per hour, if that travel brochure from the hotel lobby was anything to go off of. Point is, it was fast enough to take a finger off, which explains that there would be some safety measure if, say, some idiot decided to reach out and touch it. All of a sudden, while you were meandering along, you and around thirty innocent tourists were suddenly deluged with a torrent of freezing cold, reclaimed water when Steve fell prey to the curiosity that was clawing at him. Wide eyed with shock, the only thing he could do to feign innocence was to whip his head around when people turned to see who was responsible, not realizing there was absolutely nobody behind him.

On the way to the exit, you passed by the Element store they had in Citywalk, this retail area that served as the exit to the park. “Hey, Y/N-“ Bam piped up, pointing over at it, “How about I make a stop there an’ sign some boards and stuff?” Despite the fact this was not organized by the owners and would probably cause mass amounts of chaos, you gave him the go-ahead. not wanting to get caught up in the swarm of dorky little eleventeen year old skate fanatics, you excused yourself and told Ryan to keep him in line while you went to grab yourself something to eat, given that you hadn’t eaten lunch and it was already long past dinner. The dazzling mess of neon signs and beckoning storefronts that made up Citywalk had a couple options for food, but you ended up going for the place with the shortest line, which happened to be Cinnabon. As you settled down with your very adult dinner, guess who sat down next to you?

Having someone so close to you so suddenly made you jump a little, “Ah! What’re you doing here?” You thought Johnny was still back with the rest of the guys, but he seemed to sneak barely out of your line of sight. Unbeknownst to you, he hadn’t eaten very much that day either and, following your track of mind, was also on the hunt for some food. You were just unlucky enough to get caught. Knoxville shrugged, nabbing the plastic fork you got for yourself right from your hands, “I was hungry. D’you mind..?” Before you could tell him to keep his mitts off of your food, he had already torn open the small blue box it came in and stole a few bites. “Knoxville!” You swatted his hand as if he were a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar, and he handed over the fork with a sheepish chuckle, “Sorry, sorry…” Johnny resisted the urge to make a dirty innuendo while you ate and shit daggers his way as he reached up to wipe a bit of icing off the corner of his mouth, “How about just one more bite?” There was something with the way he had a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that you couldn’t normally see when he wore his sunglasses that made you think he’d try something, but you handed it over anyways, only for him to eat maybe a quarter of it in one bite.

Johnny’s flimsy promises to pay for your next meal went in one ear and out the other while you mentally debated if it was weird that you weren't even that mad about it, mentally preoccupied with wondering what it would taste like if you kissed him.

Everything cooled down a week into filming. Making a movie is pretty taxing after all, and you don’t have a whole lot of energy to cause trouble when your nerves are frayed from the round the clock threat of becoming victim to some prank that would likely end up as a DVD extra. You were blissfully unaware of this. So one night, when the guys were nursing their wounds and trying to sleep off the stresses of the day, you decided to pay them a visit. They’d been on their best behavior, which you really appreciated, so you thought they deserved to have a little fun! “Pick anywhere- anywhere at all! I’ll take you there. ” What a mistake that was. Ryan spoke up first, thinking back to a place he saw down the road when he ran out to buy cigarettes that morning, “Hey, why don’t we go to Mango’s?” After a little bit of questioning, you didn’t see how the guys could get into too much trouble at a place called Mango’s Tropical Cafe, so you obliged.

“Oh no- no! You are not-“ Downtown Miami, as you would come to discover, is this delightful melange of Time Square, Greenwich Village, and Bourbon Street, all places you would hate to see how the guys behaved. See, what you imagined as a cute place that sold pina coladas and little pineapple pastries turned out to actually be a nightclub with a very misleading name. The place was an imposing two stories, especially with his it was all lit up with neon making it glow in the night, and the guys couldn’t be more excited. Hell, Chris was practically dancing into the place once you got through the line. Johnny threw an arm around your shoulders, dragging you along“C’mon, Y/N- you'll have fun!”

You were in the club clinging to Knoxville for less than thirty minutes, and already you had to save someone’s ass. Bam was pissing in a fountain. See, this place was on some real Copacabana shit- I’m talking indoor palm trees with these lush tropical flowers, live parrots perched on the shoulders of bartenders, and in one corner of the club, a small faux waterfall fountain. Not too far into your tenure as manager, you discovered that Bam figured that with all the loud music and so much shit that’s going on in crowded bars, that he could get away with just pissing wherever he wanted so long as he played it cool- usually on the side of an arcade cabinet or onto someone’s leg. So you saw him standing there, beer in one hand, dick in the other, very not so covertly urinating in the multicolored fountain like an idiot with a security guard about twenty feet away. Luckily, Ryan was also sitting maybe twenty feet away at the bar. Shooting him a wide eyed, urgent look, you nodded your head towards Bam to silently tell Ry to get his girlfriend over there because she’s sloppy drunk already.

However, while you were managing that debacle with those two, something arguably much worse was going on with Steve and Chris. Down a hallway marked employees only that Chris wandered down by accident while looking for the can, he found the closet where the club stored the outfits for the Brazilian carnival showgirls that danced on stage- the ones Bam initially thought were strippers and tried to tip to see them ‘shake those tail feathers’. That closet was was a mess of sequins and rhinestones and bright colors, and that’s where he got a genius idea and decided to share his plan with Steve, who was too sober to want to play along, “Dude- I am not wearin’ that.” Pontius grabbed an outfit- this cute, little pink number- and held it up to himself, “I can’t wear this alone. C’mon- It’ll be funnier if we both do it!” Steve shook his head with a sigh.

Back at the bar, you had started loosening up a bit over drinks with Johnny when the way too excited DJ made an announcement over the loudspeakers, “Alright, it’s gettin’ to that point in the night that you’ve all been waiting for- the one, the only- Mango’s world famous wet-t-shirt contest!” Despite the fact that this man seemed far too enthusiastic even among DJs and that this club surely did not invent the wet t-shirt contest, your liquor-addled mind was intrigued. Apparently, so was Johnny’s, as he spoke up over the loud Latin music in the club, “You thinkin’ of goin’ up there?” It would be a far cry from the usual behavior from their uptight, by-the-books manager, but it didn’t hurt to ask…Fuck no! You laughed, shaking your head at the thought, ”No way!” Knoxville gave you one of those crooked, charming smiles that could convince you to do just about anything, “Aww, c'mon! Here-“ He fished around in his pocket for a quarter, “Heads: you do it- Tails: I go up there instead.” Balancing the quarter on the side of his hand, you weighed it in your mind and realized that it would be really fun to see a dude do one of these things for once, especially if that dude was Johnny. “Alright- deal.”

God, if you only had a camera to capture the look on your faces when that quarter hit the hibiscus flower tiled bar top. Tails. “Haha! You’re up!” Johnny could’ve very easily weaseled his way out of this, but there was something he loved about making you laugh and seeing you when you weren't so stressed and preoccupied with their bullshit. “Alright, alright- I’m goin’…” He feigned reluctance as you nudged him along. That DJ guy who was presenting it was totally cool with a dude participating on the grounds he was a celebrity, so they lined Johnny up next to around ten chicks who were all glaring daggers at him. See, unlike Chris, not every guy is born with the ole Magic Mike reflex, especially in the case of Knoxville, who was as coordinated as a baby giraffe on roller skates and was kinda hopeless when it came to this kinda stuff. So he thought about what Pontius would do.

That beer pitcher of ice cold liquid they dumped on him was a shock, but Johnny played it cool, raking a hand through his wet hair as the water soaked into his now transparent t-shirt. Yes, the just a tad too small one that hugged his biceps nice and tight in that male stripper way- and speaking of, Knoxville looked totally natural up there, running his hands up his torso, letting the bottom of that shirt ride up a bit to show off that delicious inch or two of skin above the belt that the women of the club went crazy for. In fact, you could’ve sworn by that shit eating grin and the teasing glint you saw in his eye when he squeezed at his pecs that he was enjoying the attention. Given how low your inhibitions were, you would’ve called him a whore if you didn’t enjoy watching him so damn much.

He didn’t end up winning the contest, but he certainly won the hearts of the crowd. Stripping off his sopping wet shirt with a chuckle as he hurried offstage, Johnny sat next to you at the bar, “So, what’d’ya think?” You had to use every ounce of self restraint in you not to tell him how you actually felt, “I think, if this movie doesn’t do well, you’ve gotta career lined up at Chippendale’s…” It was hard to push away the thought of how all that sticky skin would feel under your hands when Knoxville was talking to you, his voice knowing and honeyed, “Aww- c’mon! I saw how you were starin’ at me…” But as you were going to bring up how you also saw the way all those girls in the audience were starin’ at him, this ruckus in the club behind the two of you prevented that.

See, following the wet-t-shirt contest was a nightly Latin dance performance, and this was around the time those two idiots from earlier decided to make their showgirl debut, clad in their bejeweled outfits. Standing up there, next to actual trained performers, was Chris, strutting those pink and yellow feathers with pride and having a ball up there following the choreography (as best as he could) to whatever Reggaeton song was playing over the club speakers as he sort of dragged Steve along, who didn’t seem to be as nearly excited to be in heels and lipstick in front of a club full of people, not to mention that yellow and green headdress strapped to his head that probably weighed more than he did.

And as if things somehow couldn’t get any worse, it seemed that Ryan let Bam out of his sight for barely a second too long so he could chat up that sexy lookin’ bottle service chick, because as you were rushing over to drag Steve and Chris off the stage by their ears, guess who you see directly above you, leaping off the top railing of the second story? Yeah, Superbam. Super drunk Bam, who thought that it would be a given that people would be waiting underneath to catch him, which they luckily were because a guy can’t really do that sort of thing and be sneaky with it, especially if you’re Bam fucking Margera, because that’s kinda his bag. It was just a matter of time until you got kicked out, really. And moments after, a group of burly security guards hauled your asses out onto the sidewalk in front of the club.

Hey everybody, come look at the parade of freaks walking down I-Drive! The only people who really saw you that night were families driving into Disney world, which you were sure made for some rather magical memories. Leading the pack was Johnny in his soaked through Dickies, laughing and joking around about what happened as Ryan, too drunk to find anything funny, dragged his feet with Bam in tow, who was even drunker and found everything hilarious. Behind them was Chris, who was enjoying the way that tiny outfit made his ass look and was considering switching out his manikins for one of these puppies when he got back to LA, while Steve, the grumpiest little showgirl in Orlando, frustratedly tore off one of his high heels and hurled it into a bush. And at the very back was you, shepherding them all along to your final destination- the Pizza Hut a few blocks down. One catches a fragment of a vision- a taste of the exotic, and then it’s gone, washed away from your palate with greasy cheese and tomato sauce.

[dilflover-4ever]

Caught Josh Kiska

wc: 2.0k

Josh x f!reader

Warnings: slight angst, asshole Josh, illness(?), arguing, fingering (f receiving…), making out, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), kind of a caught in the act moment

Be aware of shitty writing and poor editing, sorry

When you catch the flu during the break of tour, you don’t think you’ll be ready to deal with Josh’s antics. Unless you don’t have to.

All intimate acts are consensual and this is fiction.

Fic under the cut

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Being on tour was tiring and you weren’t even preforming, but what made it even worse was the fact that you were stuck with your best friend Sam’s older brother 24/7. Josh made it seem as if getting on your nerves was the way that he got off. He did it so much that you've learned to just try and tune him out, ignoring him to the best of your abilities. Not only did he just piss you off but sometimes he was just flat out mean. Making comments about you personally, about how you act or talk. He knew where to hit you the hardest and it didn’t make life any easier. He was a complete dick to you only and there was nothing you could do about it.

Like today, minding your business, sitting on the couch on your phone. You hadn't been feeling well since last night, narrowing it down to a common cold you were just chilling. Obviously your peace had to be disturbed at some point but you didn't think it would be so soon when a hard smack on the back of your head. It caused you to rip your head up, hand immediately searching to soothe the ache from the hit. A laugh came from the offender. It was him, Josh, of- fucking- course, “Oh my God Josh leave me alone.” This was you trying to get him to leave you alone easily. But you knew he wouldn’t as he smirked with a scoff. “Josh I’m not in the mood for this right now, I said leave me alone, go bother someone else.”

“Honey i’m just messing with you calm the fuck down.” There’s no way. Your absolute biggest pet peeve was when somebody told you to “chill” or “calm down”. It just made you enraged and fired up. Like who does someone think they are where they can tell you how to control your emotions. Especially when you were just a little ticked off. "I am calm Josh! but you ruined it!" You told him. "I didn't even hit you that hard what are you on about?" Was his reply. “God Josh just leave me the fuck alone! You're so stupid! You bother me every second of every day and you have a random problem with me for no reason!" You said, a tingling coming from your nose, causing you to aggressively wipe it. "I never said I had a problem with you." He claimed. "Oh then please enlighten me Josh, why do you always ha-” Your yelling was cut short when you sneezed into your elbow, body jerking. When you had thought you recovered and you got ready to start yelling again until the sneeze was followed by a dry throat and a cough attack, you couldn't control it. It felt like you were coughing a lung up, it was painful and loud. In the distance you heard a door open and Sam was soon by your side holding you up while trying to avoid getting in your face and getting sick.

“Woah woah, y/n are you sick?” He said, leading you to take a seat on the couch of the shared hotel suite. Danny and Jake came in the living room to see what all of the commotion was from. The coughing had subsided but the pain in your throat remained. “Yeah it's just a cold dont worry about it.” You tried reassuring them you were fine, knowing you wanted to join them on the walk through town and dinner. Jake walked up holding a glass of water. You took it gratefully and gulped it down.

“So what about tonight? When are we leaving?” You asked. They all stood around you staring until Danny chimed in, “Y/n you gotta stay here, there's no way you're good enough to walk around with us.” "No I-" You went to disagree until another voice cut you off. “Oh come on guys she's just being dramatic, she wants attention.” An offended look crossed your face, “Oh fuck off Josh.” Sam said, turning to face his brother. Jake's phone went off and he pulled out his phone to read it. “Hey guys, we gotta go, our dinner reservations are soon.”

They all turned back to you as you moved to get up. “Woah no, no, no, slow down, you're staying here.” Sam spoke, ignoring the rude glare you gave him. “We’ll bring you back something alright? Just text me what you want.” Jake said, sliding his shoes on. A scoff came from Josh followed by a muttered “unbelievable” You waved them off and they walked out the door.

Shortly after turning a movie on, you quickly fall asleep, ignoring the request for information on your dinner order. You cuddled the blanket to your chin, legs sticking out to avoid overheating.

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The next morning you awoke to the sound of coughing in the main room, so it wasn't coming from you? You try to fall back to sleep once it is quiet again. Until it started back up, louder this time. You shifted up into a sitting position, groaning when you were met with a sharp pain right in the middle of your head. You got up and shuffled to the door. Opening it you were met with the sight of Josh hunched over the kitchen counter the area around him littered with used tissues. A smirk came across your face, “Aw the little baby is having tummy issues.” you said with faux concern your voice hoarse from sleep and soreness . He turned towards you, throwing a scowl your way “Shut up.”

The other boys entered the room and grimaced at the sight of you and Josh. A laugh left Danny’s lips. “You guys look like shit.” You smiled but Josh took it differently and threw the box of tissues at Danny. “Ok well we are gonna go run some errands, get some groceries and shit for the next couple days of break.” Sam said and followed with, “You two stay here, and please don't fight, I'm not sure either of you can take it.”

“Ah fuck off Sammy” Josh said, moving to sit on the couch. “Ok guys bye, have fun.” You could barely get through the statement without coughing. Once they left you took a seat on the opposite side of the couch from Josh. Once you were comfortable you reached for the remote, but you couldn't beat Josh as he grabbed it and leaned back into his spot. “Stupid fucker” you grumbled. “Don't turn on some shitty show.” You spoke. He retaliated with, “You don't have to watch then bitch.” You scoffed and grabbed your phone deciding to ignore the tv.

After around thirty minutes the show got your attention. It wasn’t good… per se but more the idiocy of the characters was entertaining. You and Josh made comments and even made each other laugh. It was nice, not being in a constant argument with him. You tried to take it in and not say anything passive aggressive. As the show played on you couldn't stop laughing. Josh joined in, an uncontrollable fit of laughter taking over. Nothing was even funny, you just couldn't stop laughing. “You know, you aren't too bad sweetheart.” You turned in Josh’s direction to see him looking at you with a smile. “Josh you’re fucking delirious.” You laughed and turned back towards the screen. He moved to sit closer to you, making you notice his lack of shirt. “Woah cowboy getting undressed already?” You still were laughing. “Alright now your turn,” He said but when he noticed your eyes shooting wide he added, “No i'm joking but I was being serious when I said you weren't so bad.”

With uncertainty you patted his shoulder, “Thanks Josh you aren't so terrible either.” He sat back and put his arm around your shoulders, a cheesy smile plastered on his face. When you met his eyes they were squinted, the illness getting to them. His eyes flashed down to your lips. When a giggled escaped you his eyes met yours again. He laughed and smiled, leaning in closer to your face. “Will you kiss me y/n?” You nodded and leaned in, meeting his lips with your own. It deepened when his tongue slipped between your lips, fighting with your own. You moaned and moved to straddle his lap, leaning his to his touch as he grabbed your hips.

As the kiss continued, his hands played with the hem of your sleep shirt which ironically had his face on it. The shirt was a secret Santa gag gift you received with the faces of all four boys on it. Disconnecting your lips from his, you pulled back to lift your shirt over your head. The cold air met your burning skin as you reconnected with Josh. He reached up and took both breasts into his own hands, moaning into the kiss. You rested your hands on his shoulders and ground your hips down onto him. That made moans fall from both of your mouths. You pulled back and he smiled. “What the fuck are we doing?” You responded with a laugh and he giggled into your neck as he peppered kissing along the side. You shifted up to pull on his waistband. He got the hint and lifted his hips to pull them down to his knees. Your hand drifted down as you took him in your palm giving sift gentle strokes in an attempt to get him to full hardness.

He leaned back into the couch and gave a lazy smile. You smiled back in a dazed state and leaned forward to capture his lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, both of you taking the time to enjoy it. His hand reached to your shorts, he tapped the outside of your thighs and you stood to removed them along with your underwear. Once you were back on his lap he ran his middle finger through your slit. The unexpectedness caused a sharp gasp to leave your mouth. “Aw all wet for me baby?” He grinned up at you and continued touching you. You laughed and leaned towards him. He brought his finger up to circle your clit. You felt your warm breath as it left your mouth and hit his neck.

“Come on Josh stop teasing me.” He could feel your smile as you said it and felt it drop when he slipped his finger inside. He dragged it back and forth, in and out of you eliciting whimpers to fall from your lips. “Think you can take another baby?” He questioned, a hum of ‘mhm’ left you in agreement. Once he had his two fingers inside you, scissoring them apart to stretch you open. You decided you didn't want to wait. “Josh,” You whimpered. “Yeah mama, what is it?” He asked. “Need your cock.” His fingers stalled inside of you as a groan fell from him. “Fuck baby you cant say that, I wont be able to hold myself back.”

“Don't then.” You pulled back to lift your hips up, the blanket pooling around your hips on his lap as he lined himself up. He dragged the tip through your slit, moving your arousal through it. Once he reached your entrance he slowly started pushing in. “Shit Josh,” You said, sliding down all of the way down his shaft. You fluttered around him. He groaned and pulled you back by the back of your neck, making your lips meet with his.

You started lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly. “Oh so now you wanna tease me, you can't do that mama.” Fuck, that name. You smiled and allowed a breathy laugh to pass your lips. He grinned as he grabbed your hips, forcing you to go faster. The sounds of your skin slapping filled the room, accompanied by the moans and groans coming from both you and Josh.

You felt the coil tighten in your stomach, familiarizing yourself with the burn. You clenched around him and then wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders. “Josh, I'm so close.” You grabbed onto the back of his neck tighter, pulling yourself into him, his face now in your neck. “I know baby it’s okay, let go for me.” His grip on your hips tightened and you could feel the marks forming that you were sure would be dark by tomorrow. You whimpered what you thought was his name but you weren't so sure, as you were completely wrapped up in the pleasure. Noticing a falter in your movements Josh took over, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. The sex sounds filling the room blocked both of your ears along with Josh’s. Neither of you heard the door knob shift, turning and the door being pushed inward.

“Guys- WOAH” Sam yelled. “My eyes!” Danny said, both of them turning away and rubbing at their eyes as Jake just laughed with a shrug and turned around with the others. A shriek came from you and both you and Josh froze before he scrambled to pull the blanket up over your shoulders, covering the both of you. You turned back to face Josh and you both cracked a smile before breaking into laughter. It seemed there was no end to the laughing as the boys looked back up after noticing your coverage. “Holy shit how delirious are they?” Danny said, making the journey to his room. “I dont fucking know dude,” Sam replied, “At least they arent fighting.” Jake added. “Hey yall get your shit together and finish up we got more medicine.” Sam finished before following the others.

You and Josh calmed down and moved to get redressed, not really feeling the mood anymore. Josh leaned into your ear, breathing down your neck. “We can finish this later tonight, need to see you come undone on my cock.” With that he got up and walked into his room. There was silence until you heard harsh coughs coming from his room, you laughed and moved towards your room.

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edit: ok wait why is this so shit

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Oops Baby - Juggling Act

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Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I know this took a while. Just been so unmotivated lately so been struggling to write. Hopefully with this is worth the wait. I'll be introducing a new plot twist this chapter to look out for that 🙊)

Series Masterlist - Part 1

Two months had passed since you'd told Frankie that you were pregnant. He had been a little slow to forgive what had happened that night. You had hurt him. Taken advantage of his attraction to you and it was something that you'd never forgive yourself for.

The rest of the group had also been slow to forgive your transgressions. You hurt one of them. You hurt all of them. But as the weeks went by, you did your best to prove to all of them how truly sorry you were.

Ben had been your biggest supporter.

"So how are things?" Ben asked as he sipped at his black coffee "You and Frankie getting on better?"

"They're better." You replied as you placed your mug on its saucer "He's been helping me with a few things. Started looking at prams and cribs."

"That's positive." Ben gave you a warm smile as he leaned over to give your hand a friendly squeeze.

"Yeah." You conceded, nodding as you fiddled with the rim of your drink.

"But?" Ben pushed and you looked at him like a deer in headlights.

"But?"

"There's clearly something that you're not telling me." The blonde scoffed and you let out a long sigh as you leaned back in your chair and rubbed your bump.

"He uh… Well, he suggested that he move in with me after the baby was born." You stated, "To help with the baby and stuff."

"So?"

"So… What if his feelings for me start to cause issues?" You questioned "I want to have feelings for him… I mean he's what every woman dreams of but I dunno… Just don't feel the same way he does." You finished with a shrug.

"Frankie's a big boy." Ben chuckled as he downed the last of his coffee and motioned for the waitress to top him up "I'm sure he can handle himself."

"I guess." You replied, sighing as you leaned forward to take another sip of your own beverage "Just don't want to lose him again."

"Then don't fuck him again." Ben snorted and you glared at him as you flipped him off.

"Smart ass."

…

Frankie opened your front door with the key you'd had cut for him as he carefully balanced the takeout. He noted you were nowhere to be seen when he stepped inside so he called out to you whilst placing the takeout down on the table.

"In here." You replied from your office.

Frank placed the last container down before going in search of you. He could hear commotion coming from inside the spare room you had turned into an office a few years back so pushed the door open to you dismantling furniture.

"What the hell are you doing?" Frankie shrieked as he stepped further into the room.

"I wanted to get a head start on the nursery." You replied with a shrug.

"So you thought you would start dismantling heavy furniture on your own?" He growled, grabbing your attention.

"I'm pregnant Frankie… Not disabled."

"You shouldn't be doing this sort of thing on your own." He snapped "What if you hurt fell?"

"Frankie-"

"I'm just… I don't want you to do stuff that will risk the baby."

"Why would I risk the baby?" You scoffed and Frankie practically growled your name out as he replied.

"I get you are used to living alone and being independent but you are four months pregnant with our baby." He continued "If you would just read that book I got, you'd know that you shouldn't be lifting heavy shit like furniture."

You felt a pang of guilt at this statement. You deliberately ignored the book Frank had gifted you. You thought he was just being a know it all but now, seeing how he was pleading for you to listen to him, you realised that he was just trying to help.

"You're right." You sighed as you pushed yourself to your feet "I'm sorry."

"I got us take-out." He stated, changing the subject and you practically growled in delight.

"Thank god… I'm starved." Sprinted to the table, sighing in delight at the smells that greeted you.

"Got you your favourite." He piped up as he pushed the container towards you with some cutlery resting on top.

"Thank you, Frank."

The two of you then sat and ate as you showed each other different ideas for the nursery. You had found an all-in-one crib, the changing station at the end with drawers beneath it and the crib. Frankie showed you a chair he could that he felt would be great for you when you breastfed and a few dials he liked also.

"Helicopters?" You chuckled "What if we have a girl?"

"What… Girls can't like them too?"

You rolled your eyes at his statement but grinned when he stuck his tongue out at you in response. You loved how things were finally starting to ment. That you were starting to get the old Francisco back.

"You thought any more about me moving in here for a bit when the baby's born?" He asked between mouthfuls.

"I have." You replied simply.

"And?"

"And I just had one concern." Frank's brows pulled together in confusion as he looked up at you.

"Which is?"

"You have feelings for me Frankie." He went to say something but you stopped him in his tracks " I just… I don't want things to get weird between us."

"It won't be a problem." Frankie replied as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I'm seeing someone." He replied plainly.

"Oh." You replied, a little shocked at his this news affected you.

"Yeah, I uh… Well, I met her a few days after you told us about the baby." He elaborated as a love-sick smile filled his features "I uh… Well, I didn't tell anyone cus it's still new but… Well, things are starting to get a little more serious so-"

"And she's okay with you moving in with the random chick you knocked up?" You scoff.

"She knows the situation and respects the fact I want to be involved… Want to help… Also, you're not some random chick!"

"How heroic." You grumbled, taking Frank by surprise.

"What?"

"Sorry… Nothing, just the hormones." You grumbled, trying to swallow past the lump in your throat.

"Are you jealous?" Frankie scoffed and you snorted.

"No, I'm not." You snapped "Just surprised you started dating when you're expecting a baby is all."

"Well, it's not like anything's ever going to happen between us." He stated as he forked more food into his mouth "I need to move on so that's what I'm doing."

"Right…" You trailed off, feeling tears sting at your eyes as you finished the last of your food in silence.

When the plates were washed and cleared away, you answered Frank's question. You knew you were going to need help when the baby came.

"Yes." You said as you opened the door for him as he went to leave "I would appreciate it if you moved in for a bit after the baby comes."

"Great." Frankie replied as he beamed at you and kissed your cheek "It's gonna be great."

You watched him practically skip to his truck. Your fingers touched where he'd kissed you just moments before. You were so confused by these feelings you were suddenly feeling for a man that four months ago, you'd slept with and rejected. You blamed the hormones.

You couldn't suddenly have developed feelings for him surely?

…

In the month that followed that evening, you and Frankie managed to clear out the office and start to paint it ready for the baby. You had your 20-month scan and after endless arm twisting and puppy-dog eyes from Frank, you agreed to learn the sex.

You were laying on the examination table, staring at the ceiling as the examiner prepped the machine for the procedure. You weren't exactly sure why you were so nervous. The baby had been active all morning, much to your chagrin and everything had been perfect on your last scan. Yet you couldn't help but worry that something might pop up.

"So, we ready to see how baby's getting on?" The doctor asked as she squeezed the gel onto your swollen tummy.

"Definitely!" Frankie replied. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

The doctor got to work looking for your little miracle. Finding them quickly and turning the screen so that you and Frankie could see the life you'd created together.

"Looking good mummy and daddy." Said the doctor sweetly as she grinned at you both "Did we want to learn the sex today?"

"Yes." Frank rushed out and you smirked at him, knowing how desperately he wanted to know.

"Let's have a look then." She said as she started to move the probe around, taking measurements as she went.

"Please be a girl. Please be a girl. Please be a girl." Frankie uttered under his breath, his hands enveloping yours as he stared at the screen awaiting the verdict.

"Well. She's measuring perfectly." The examiner stated and your heads shot up like Meerkats.

"She?" You asked and the doctor nodded.

"It's a girl?" Frankie squeaked and the doctor grinned.

"I can say with 90 per cent certainty that you are having a healthy baby girl."

Frankie choked back the sob that threatened to escape him at the news that he was going to have a daughter. He'd hoped from the moment that you'd told him you were pregnant that it was going to be a girl and his wish had been granted.

"Happy?" You asked, pulling his attention away from the screen and to you.

"Elated."

The doctor printed some pictures for you and sent you on your way with more tips for the last leg of your pregnancy. Frankie couldn't stop staring at the pictures as you left the building and made your way back to his truck, narrowly missing a lampost as he walked.

"Eye's up Morales." You teased as you guided the man to the car.

"I just… Just look at her." He gushed. His eyes were the size of saucers as he studied the pictures in his hands.

You smiled as you walked up beside him, resting your head on his arm as you both admired the pictures together. She was so clear. Her hands waving in front of her and her legs kicking. The first scan had been emotional but this one had just brought it all into focus. In four more months, you were going to be a mum.

"Can't wait to show everyone at the bar tonight." Frank said, pulling you from your thoughts "Ben's going to be stoked."

After a few more moments of wonderous staring, Frank finally helped you clamber into the car before getting in himself. You had loved the fact your appointment had fallen on drinks night so when you had suggested to Frankie that you surprise them with the news that night, he'd leapt at the chance. You had come up with a plan for how you were going to tell them. You just needed to set it up when they were out of earshot.

Frank dropped you home before making his way back to work and so then, with the rest of the afternoon off, you started to put your plan in motion. Come 6 it was time to leave. All three of the boys had offered to pick you up but you had declined. Wasn't like you could drink anyway.

Arriving at the bar, you managed to avoid the Miller brother's gaze as you snuck over to Fish who was standing waiting for you. With a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, you relayed your plan to him, smiling when he then passed that onto the barman whose attention he shortly grabbed. Then, when everything was in place, you walked with Frank as he carried the tray of drinks over.

"Ahhhhhh, that's what we want." Ben cooed as he helped Frank unload the tray before pouring everyone a glass.

"Who's the extra glass for?" Will asked. Something you hadn't noticed until he had pointed it out.

"That would be for me." Piped up an unfamiliar voice and you turned your head to seek it who owned it.

The was a pretty woman. Medium height with dirty blonde waves and striking eyes. She smiled shyly at you all as Frankie stood to throw his arm around her shoulders.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Mary." He said proudly "Mary this is everyone." He chuckled "The blonde Labrador over there is Benny… The more reserved blonde there is Ironhead-"

"Will is fine." The older Miller interjected.

"And this lovely lady here is Titch." He finished with a smile.

You gave her a wave, trying your best to hide the turmoil you were feeling with a smile. At first glance, she seemed nice. A little on the shy side but pretty in a girl-next-door kinda way. She wasn't stick thin. On the curvier side but her dress sense did nothing but accentuate her best features in all the right ways.

"So this is mummy to be." She piped up and she held her hand out for you to shake "I'm so happy to meet you. Frankie's told me all about you."

"All good I hope?" You joked and she grinned and nodded.

"Of course."

"Here, sit with me, baby." He purred as he pulled a chair up next to him, smiling sweetly when she popped herself down and leaned in to kiss him.

"So why are we only meeting this lovely lady now?" Ben pushed, his eyes glancing at you and noting how uncomfortable you looked.

"Well, Frank wanted to make sure this was something serious before introducing me to you all." She teased "Y'all obviously very important to him."

"Damn right." Will piped up, grinning at the look he got from Fish.

The table erupted into twenty questions for the next half an hour. Everyone but yourself wanted to know everything there was to know about Mary. Glancing at his watch, Frank noted it was time so coughing to grab your attention, he changed the direction of the conversation.

"Well, I think Mary's had enough interrogating for one evening." He joked, noting that the barman was preparing their surprise "Don't you guys wanna know how the scan went."

"Oooooh!… I do I do I do!" Ben answered as he positively bounced in his chair "How was it? Everything okay?"

"Everything is perfect." You replied with a smile. Glad to be off the subject of Mary for a while.

"We actually have a little surprise for you all." Frank piped up when he spotted the barman walking towards them.

"What is it?" Will asked excitedly.

"Is it twins?"

"No, it's not twins." You chuckled "We would have known that months ago if it was."

"What is it then?"

"Special order for ya." Said the server as he placed three cocktails down on the table.

"There's gotta be a mistake." Ben started "We wouldn't order pink coc…" The younger Miller trailed off as he shared a look with his brother before looking up at you and Frank "Really?" He squeaked and you nodded.

"Someone mind clueing me in here?" Will piped up and you chuckled wetly.

"They're having a girl." Ben replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Shit, that's awesome!" Will cheered as he stood up to hug you both "Congratulations."

"This is great news baby." Mary cooed as she kissed Frankie sweetly "I knew that's what you wanted."

For some reason. The fact she knew he wanted a girl before you made you want to scream. This was supposed to be your journey to share with him. Yet you knew you had no right to be jealous of her.

Frank had offered himself to you and you had rejected him.

You didn't even feel like that for him.

"Ugh… This little princess is using my bladder as a trampoline." You pipped up as you pushed yourself to your feet "Back in a few."

With that, you made your momentary escape. Desperate to get away from the happy couple for a while. After relieving yourself, you snuck outside for a moment. Needing another few minutes before rejoining your party. You breathed in the crisp evening air and willed the tears that threatened to spill.

"Titch?"

Frankie's voice made you jump and your hand grasped your chest as you willed your heart to slow.

"Jesus Frank." You grumbled, "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry." He replied, "You okay?"

"Mhmm." You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.

"Titch… What's wrong."

"Nothing I just…" You sniffed as you tried to pull yourself together "I just wasn't expecting you to bring her tonight of all nights."

"Why are you crying?" You growled at his question, not wanting to answer it but knowing he wouldn't drop it if you didn't "Titch?"

"Seeing her with you hurts!" You growled "There! Ya, happy? Seeing you with her has made me sad and I don't understand why."

"Titch-"

"I just hate the idea of you being together… This is supposed to be our journey and then I learn that she knew you wanted a girl before I did and…"

"You had your chance to share this journey with me Titch." He stated plainly and you nodded, knocking the traitorous tears loose.

"I know that." You growled "I just… I don't understand what I'm feeling right now."

"Come inside." You nodded, following him in wordlessly and rejoining the rest of the party.

"Everything okay Titch?" Ben asked when he noticed your eyes were red.

"Yeah… Just these damn baby hormones getting the better of me." You chuckled, leaning into him in a way you hoped would be reassuring.

"Man, those steaks look incredible." Will piped up as he eyes the food that had been delivered to the table across from yours.

"Fuck I miss steak." Frankie grumbled.

"Can't have it at all?" Ben asked, his voice taking on a sympathetic tone.

"Doc said to avoid it. I guess a steak once in a while won't kill me." Fish shrugged "I guess that's what you get for fucking up your heart with drugs." He joked, trying to lighten the tone.

"We all turned to shitty methods to cope man." Will said, remembering his own poor choices after he'd gotten out "Maybe save the steak treat for your birthday though."

"Sounds like a plan!" Mary agreed and she wrapped her arm around his and pulled him close "Your heart may be delicate baby… but you aren't where it counts." She finished with a wink, grinning at the growl this elicited from her boyfriend.

"Gross." Ben groaned, earning himself the finger from the happy couple.

"I should get going." You said suddenly, rubbing your belly and feigning a yawn "Baby is draining me, body and soul."

"Awe." Ben pouted, earning a kiss on the cheek from you.

"Night everyone."

You said your goodbyes and left. Glad to escape. You didn't understand why seeing Frankie and Mary together hurt so much. You should be happy that he found someone. He deserved to be happy and yet you found you couldn't be.

Then it dawned on you as you put your car in park.

"I have feelings for Frank!"

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Matchup Trade for @jae-pudding Your match is…GOJO

<3 Gojo is deadass perfect for you

<3 Like you both having the same zodiac sign is super helpful in the way you interact

<3 If you both were together in highschool you would be MENCIESSS

<3 Like always in trouble but you don’t give a fuck

<3 Now back to the present

<3 You both would be the biggest bullies to each other like constantly giving each other the worst nicknames ever

<3 Also the biggest disruptors in the class all the damn time

<3 He would also bring you to group outing with his students, always trying to socialize

<3 The non-clinginess works for the both of you because he is away in missions almost all the time or spending time with his students, so he likes that you don’t need to be attached at the hip to know that he loves and cares about you

<3 I see Gojo as a dog person, so lots of puppies, but like bigger breeds of dogs like pitbulls, bulldogs, great danes, etc. He is the strongest and he needs an animal to represent that lol

<3 Now on to angsty shit

<3 Now

<3 Gojo can be a pretty loud person

<3 So he had to learn to quiet down when needed and to match the energy of ether you or the situation

<3 Also

<3 His life is insane, and unscheduled that he would absolutely have to cancel on you more than actually being able to follow through with plans, which could cause issues for the both of you

<3 I do not think you would fully blame him because of how his life is a sorcerer and the strongest one in fact, but it would still hurt all the same

<3 But Gojo would absolutely make it up to you in any way possible

<3 When he can go on dates, most of them are movie, ether at the theater or at home

<3 If his mission wasn’t super dangerous he would bring you so you could travel to new places

<3 Matching shirts>>>>

<3 He would get you super expensive basic shirts, and you would be like “How much was this?” and he says “Ohh don’t worry about it” (You looked it up, it was 5K in american dollars)(I forget he is LOADEDDDD)

<3 Alright now on to the drabble

As a bonding activity with his students Gojo has assigned you, Yuno, to teach them how to garden….it didn't go as planned. Before the chaos started he had brought up the idea of teaching his students how to garden. His reasonings were team building and learning a new skill. You were fairly reluct at first cause you have only met them a handful of times, but you said fuck it why not. Now back to the present. You are now outside near the back of the school teaching them how to ready their pots for soil and their seeds. You decided that potting plants would be a good start rather than starting in the ground. “Alright Yuno, I gotta go sign some paperwork but I will be back shortly” Gojo says while leaning in to kiss your cheek “Ok see you soon” you reply back with a small smile”. You are now sitting in a circle with Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi with your pots for the plants filled with soil. “Now that we have our soil in our pot we will now make a small well in the soil to place our seed” You say “pfft seed” Yuji giggles, you try to ignore but Nobara turns to him and smacks him on the back of the head “Can you fucking be normal for once and not act like a 12 year old boy”, Yuji rolls his eyes at her “Whatever…..bitch” he grumbles that last part trying to make sure she didn’t hear, oh but she did. At this point you have Nobara and Yuji fighting on the ground, knocking over their pots and soil on the ground making a mess, then you see Gojo in the distance.

Gojo sees the commotion in the distance and starts to get worried, he walks a bit quicker to the scene and his face drops at the sight. He sees you trying to pull them apart the best you can’t without causing more of a mess, and then sees megumi just staring and watching them, laughing to himself. When Gojo got there he was already pulling Yuji and Nobara by the back of their uniforms and dragging them away. Once they were a good distance away he placed them back down and started giving them the worst scolding he has ever given them, “What is wrong with you two?!?, I can not leave for a second without you both acting up” “We're sorry sensei” “No don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to Yuno for disrupting his class that HE volunteered to do for y’all” “Yes sensei” they bow and walk back over to Yuno. Once they get back to the gardening area they bow and apologize to you for making a mess everywhere “Thank you for apologizing” you say with a soft smile Gojo then takes your hand and leads you away from the kids “There gonna clean up everything, don’t worry about it” he says ending his sentence with a hand around your waist and a kiss on your cheek.

(Authors Note: I hope you like it, sorry it took a bit lol)

[tiktaalic]

He’s sooooo funny. Pilot opens with him de escalating with empathy as people scoff at him and then he never does it ever again. From there on out it’s Hmmmm I think I will get the biggest rise possible out of people. I think I will cause commotion. I think I will purposefully say reactionary shit. And fuck anybody who gets in my way because I’m gods specialist little boy.

[freakenomenon]

soo.... Anya x Ellen.

ill be honest i wasn't a fan at firs( THUNDEROUS COMMOTION )

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY. HEY. NO. LISTEN.

im literally a lesbian and i love both characters, but i just wasn't the biggest fan of. the basis of the ship? shipping two characters simply because they're both in sexually exploitative/abusive situations is. i can't be the only one who thinks thats exceptionally odd. im not dogging on anyone,,, just saying.

also not to be some pearl clutching puritan but the age gap. also. worried me a lot. cause i cant decipher if im shipping two consenting adults with a. what id like to call "parental ( in terms of marriage ( like 30 - 40/50 ?? ) , not daughter and mother )" age gap. or... or if im shipping someone pushing fifty ( Ellen ) and someone barely 20 ( Anya ) which is. RETCHES. GAGS.

but with some reassurance from a friend and such, i was able to convince myself it was the latter. so now that i've separated it from its ,, troubling origins. i must say i do quite like it. ive thought about it extensively and. holy shit these two definitely would not be good for each other without some kind of. counseling.

i dont consider anya and ellen to be similar personality wise at all. aside from anyas kind of implied temper not really. which of course, isn't necessary for a relationship. BUT. i also think that. if ellen was ON the tulpar in any case. she would find the psych evals to be. incredibly invasive, despite truly being surface level from what i can gather.

its also incredibly worth while to note that, while both of them are incredibly capable, intelligent, and have genuine passion for what they do. only…. one of them has actually been able to succeed in their field. when. the other. failed. 8-7 times. this brutal concoction of someone at the top of the ladder while the other one keeps falling as they cant help but look down. is. kind of. the cause for jimmys obsession with curly. WAIT WAIT. let me finish. its also because jimmy is a complete loser who can't help but leech off of others, shift the blame, and constantly convince himself he is the victim. and curly is too willing to let himself and others be affected by this behavior without second thought.

BUT. you can't tell me that in the event of her surviving the crash, the anya that has practically been kicked down by life relentlessly, when seeing someone who literally has IT ALL ( without looking at background context ) and seemingly treats others with an unchecked arrogance. wouldn't get. a little ticked? maybe just a LITTLE miffed? a tad SUSPICIOUS? when the woman in question just, greets her with open arms one day.

ellen would probably be overjoyed to let someone in a similarly lonely situation into her life, maybe almost coming off as creepy or overbearing. coming off pitying anya rather than just, trying to get her to stay. but then again, shed never open up about why shes so scared of being left alone without an extreme amount of prying. shes terrified of vulnerability. or showing emotion at all for that matter. it'd be like a constant push and pull. idk,, they could be grossly infatuated with each other <3

and again, im not saying they'd reach jimcurl levels of radioactive. and obviously i dont think anya is as obsessive or mentally ill as jimmy, and i don't think that ellen is as much of a useless fucking pushover as curly, in fact its the exact opposite. but i think with the right ( or I guess in this case,, wrong ) amount of emotional turmoil,,, it could get there,, am i reading way too much into a crossover ship thats kind of mid based on why people made it a ship in the first place? yes! do I care ? yes. a lot actually. it makes me feel weird and im not i promise please please

but whatever ,, anya x ellen but its evil and fucked up ,, heh ,, just a look into my sick and twisted mind.

[cornie-heesan]

Part One: "Leave me out in the forest to rot"

Staring| non idol! Bang Chan x fem!reader

Featuring| Other members of stray kids as supporting characters

Started| April 30, 2024

Ended| ???

Part| 1/???

Word Count| 789

A/N| This is going to be a multi-part fic where each chapter will come with it's own set of warnings to adequately fit each one.

pt. 2| All of my writings are works of pure fiction. In no way are they representative of the idols mentioned in them. If you don't like them, don't read them.

pt.3 The writing style of these parts will vary depending on the situation. Some parts may be written in 3rd person 'You' form or through the perspective of a narrator.

WARNINGS| none really, besides cussing because I am the way I am. This part is short. Trying to ya know, set the scene with this series lol

There are certain things that some would consider the simple joys in life. For example, reading a book, painting a picture, or even listening to a favorite podcast. However, those who do not enjoy some of these activities would rather you suffer a horrible day and spill an entire hot pot of coffee where coffee is not intended. 

Y/N is one of those simple pleasure kind of people- whereas her coworker Jeongin is one of the world’s biggest haters of her happiness. This is how the three opening baristas of The Cup House start their morning. Agonized screaming, cursing, and a whole batch of coffee wasted.

“Yang Jeongin, I swear to god when I get my hands on you- your ancestors will detest your very existence!”

“Fucking bite me, Y/N! I am not listening to that stupid podcast anymore!”

Felix watches in pure horror as the youngest of the baristas throws a dirty dish rag at Y/N- only adding fuel to the fire. From his couple of months working here, Felix has determined that the relationship between you and Jeongin borders on homicidal siblings. If one of you is worked up, then the other is right there to make it worse than it needs to be. 

“Guys! We literally open in two minutes!” Felix tries his best to start cleaning up the coffee around the two of you bickering- next thing he knows you’re standing behind the counter in nothing but the lacy bra you told him about over the weekend. 

“I swear to go Jeongin when I tell Mr. Kim about this bullshit he’s revoking your access to the fucking tips.” 

All the commotion leaves all three baristas too distracted to hear the bell above the door. Y/N and Jeongin are bickering back and forth as Felix tries to hand Y/N a dry shirt to cover up with before any customers, let alone their boss see what’s happening.

“Wow… When Han said there was interesting service here, I didn’t think he meant this.” There’s a low whistle that causes the baristas to freeze- before turning to the two men on the opposite side of the counter. Jeongin and Felix recognized them as two of the employees from the music store across the street- a place they frequented often on their shared days off.

Y/N tries to keep her blush at bay when her eyes met those of the purple haired customer- he grins sheepishly trying to keep his eyes at a respectful level. Damn this man and his cute fucking dimples. Y/N snatches the shirt from Felix before glaring at Jeongin "Fuck you, Innie," her shoulder checks his as she storms by- blush crawling up her neck.

"Did we just witness a breakup?" Changbin snorts leaning against the counter "If I ever dated Y/N- I want someone to leave me out in the forest to rot." Jeongin scoffs before turning towards the kitchen to make a fresh batch of coffee. Chan watches him wide eyed before meeting Felix's already exhausted eyes- "They are friends through Y/N's younger brother. So like, by proxy they have to dislike one another."

Chan slowly nods, "but, why was her shirt off?" still confused about what The Cup House was all about "IN, spilled an entire batch of black coffee on her. I didn't stop their fighting in time to stop the strip show, unfortunately." Felix sighs grabbing the cups for their regular orders.

"I'd smash" Changbin smirks in the direction Y/N wandered off towards before a heavy slap landed on the back of his head "Shut the fuck up Bin,"

"Wait," Han stops the music playing throughout the store "You guys walked in and Y/N just had her shirt off?" He can't believe that "The one day I don't offer to go get the coffee!" He yells before getting a response "Dude, she didn't even spare me a glance. I doubt she would've noticed you with the way she was going in on Innie," Changbin snorts

"But she's so mommy when she's yelling like that" there was no hesitation with Han's response. He's always had a bit of a thing for women who yell and degrade him. Chan's eyebrows furrow as he looks away from his laptop. "You two need professional help," he says while grabbing his headset to pull over his head.

"Goooood morning, ladies and gents it's Chan,"

"Binnie"

"And ya boy Han- thanks for tuning into 3racha. All things music and a little bit about our personal lives," at this Changbin snorts "More like ninety-five percent our personal lives and five percent music."

"So, here's my first question out for the twitter audience- how would you react if the cute barista across the street was just serving you in her bra?"

So, this is part one. I wanted to use this as an introduction to the series. Also, to introduce the personalities- somewhat- of all those involved. You'll learn a bit more about the personalties of Chan and Y/N the further we get into this.

[sol-consort]

Okay, me again. I was watching more of those modded gameplays again this time it was Tali's and OMG SHE TAKES OFF HER MASK?!?!?!?! That's so crazy!

(P.S. Also idk if this is true or not and I'm too lazy to check rn but I saw in the comments of that video that the game was gonna allow more same sex relationships but then Fox News threatened to get the game banned and also the whole commotion about femshep and Liara? Like, I'm sorry?? Can queer people have one fucking thing, please?)

(P.P.S. I think Tali was gonna be one of the characters that both male and female shep were allowed to romance, and that's why I think there's like romantic dialog left over even as femshep)

Sadly the Fox News controversy is true

ME1 released in 2007 and this segment aired in 2008, it contained a lot of false information about how explicit the sex scenes were, causing a massive backlash from the general public. Liara's romance was especially demonised.

Bioware had done queer characters and romance before, but it was more on the subtle side with games that never got much publicity to begin with. So to put a lesbian romance on the same level and seriousness as the other two straight romance options was blasphemous in people's eyes at the time.

There were rumours about ME1 Kaidan being bi but then scrapped because of maleshep romance dialogue lines people found in the gamefiles, but bioware claims that it wasn't cut content, just a mixed up script that got sent to his voice actor.

Notably, in ME2, there is a huge lack of main queer relationships. Liara wasn't added until the DLC, Kelly is an npc that doesn't have a route. Sleeping with Mornith causes a game over screen and she is an optional recruit that you've very discouraged to pick by the game.

All the main relationships were gutted and scrubbed from any hint of queerness. Thanks to Fox News, Jack, Tali, Thane, Miranda, and Jacob had dialogue lines and romance flags for same-gender Shep.

Jack took the biggest hit, however, as she was meant to be THE bi rep, but the fox news segment made Bioware pull the plug and turn her straight last minute. Her femshep romance was practically done.

In ME3, they did listen to the community, and Kaidan was turned bi thanks to the mix-up lines accidentally recorded in ME1. Plus getting an exclusively gay/lesbian romance option.

Steve and Samantha are more well-rounded characters than Kelly, they contain more depth and actual personality...but, they do fall short in comparison to the rest of the romance-able characters. The game considered their romance a main route unlike Kelly who still let you go have other relationships, you could "Lock in" with both of them.

A huge part of why they don't feel as important is because you can't take them on missions with you, they're stationary set pieces almost. The crew fighting alongside you helps create a special bond, why even EDI feels closer to the player than both of them despite her being in a relationship with Joker.

So besides Steve and Samantha, Liara and Kaidan remain the only gay romance options in the Mass Effect Trilogy.

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Final note: I really like how Thane—a deeply spiritual and religious character—was supposed to be queer without it creating conflict within his belief system. It helps resonate how different the aliens' culture is, how homophobia could be a man–human–made concept in the Mass Effect world. How it's only us who used religion as an excuse way to shun queer people, while the rest of the galaxy didn't even consider it.

In ME3, there is an overhead dialogue about a human soldier talking to the asari embassy about finding refugee for her asari daughter, maybe send her back home. She mentions how all her human family basically abandoned her the day she married her asari wife, homophobia heavily implied.

You don't hear a story like that from any other alien who married an asari, I really think homophobia is exclusive to humans. It's both shameful but also a relief that at least the rest of the galaxy have their priorities sorted right. We could learn a thing or two.

[wordingg]

The Husky & His White Cat Shizun Vol. 5 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

I finally got around to reading The Husky & His White Cat Shizun Vol. 5 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou. With this book, I think I'm caught up on the recent books I've bought, and I'm going to have to start digging into my back list now. I'm trying not to sound like I'm suffering.

This book picks up with the wedding of Nangong Si and Song Quitong fast approaching. Somebody has started spreading a rumor that Song Quitong has been cheating on Nangong Si with Ye Wangxi, her original rescuer. During a banquet thrown on the night before the wedding, a strange masked man appears to make the same accusations, saying in front of all the sects of the cultivation world that Song Quitong has been unfaithful, and the wedding shouldn't go forward. It causes a wild commotion in the hall, all the other sects hungry to see the biggest and richest sect in the upper realm suffer such a public humiliation. But, before the truth of Song Quitong's betrayal can be revealed, a huge commotion begins in the fields behind the banquet hall, as a rift straight to the infinite hells is opened. Could it be that the true enemy will finally be revealed?

ANYWAY! As usual. I'll talk about this book under the cut, since I don't want to spoil this book for anyone who hasn't read it, but I really need to scream about this book to someone.

This book was such a bait and switch, though not in a bad way. I went into the book thinking this was going to be a little diversionary story about Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. And, it was, for a little bit! Honestly, I didn't think I would care much about the whole Rufeng Sect thing, but once I realized what was really happening, I was hooked. I had been wondering why Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi didn't show up muck in fanfic and I guess I have my answer now. Though, it makes me kind of sad. Ye Wangxi is so tragic, how she's been used and abused by Nangong Lu, what's been done to her voice and body. We don't really get to see how she feels about any of it and we don't get to see where the three of them get to after the fire (Nangong Si, Ye Wangxi and Song Quitong), but I'm really curious. I wish there was more fan content for Ye Wangxi. I kind of want to hunt it down, but I don't want to spoil stuff for myself.

Then, oh my god, that twist in the middle with Xu Shuanglin? That was brutal, but also I was fucking living. My primary theory so far is that Luo Fenghua and Xu Shuanglin had some kind of complicated love affair. Why else would he steal his spiritual core? I was on the same wavelength with Mo Ran, assuming that he plans to use rebirth on him. It's the only thing that fits all the loose pieces of the puzzle we have floating around.

And then the interlude at the end with Mo Ran and Chu Wanning and yet another cute little ramshackle cabin. OMG y'all there was only one bed, who could imagine! I hate how this book can wind me up into little knots with the will-they-won't-they tug of war that happens when these two finally get a chance alone. They both are aware that they like each other! Mo Ran put down so many invitations! But, they're both such little cowards, they won't make a move. Until, you know, finally Mo Ran took the plunge. I'm so proud of him, my sweet little guy. The image of the two of them sitting on that stupid sword in the sky and Chu Wanning telling him "I'm ugly. I'm no good." I felt like my heart was dying, like god please someone kiss this man he's breaking my heart. I mean, I think he definitely broke Mo Ran's heart with all that. It's so brutal that the depth of his own tragedy is still landing. Like, not only did you love him, yet tortured him to death, he also loved you and still let you do all that to him. The part where Mo Ran's tear dropped onto Chu Wanning as he kissed his cheek took my heart and threw it on the ground and did a tap dance on it.

Like, fuck, dog. You don't gotta do me like that.

Anyway... ANYWAY! I ordered the next volume already. And the cover has them both in white in front of a verdant green background. THEY'RE MARRIED ALREADY GUYS, but that's okay, my body is ready for the pain.

[intoloopin-archive]

5!!!

CONGRATS! YOU GOT … TOB!

Time Of Bloom, mostly known under the acronym TOB [to-be], was a fictional south korean boy group debuted in early 2016 and disbanded in late 2017 under shell company Songflower Music, with the Top13 finalist of the fictional reality show Spring Teens, an attempt to compete with the rising Produce series and I.O.I. LINEUP (13): Irrelevant. Proved to be extremely manipulated. HITS INCLUDE: Fly (2016). Hard Carry (2016). Really Really (2017). Spring Day (2017). CONCEPT: None. NOTORIOUS MEMBERS: Hype, Hosung, Yoo Geon, *Jeonghun.

Oh boy… TOB. The biggest shitshow the Gioverse has ever seen. The group that makes LOOPiN look like a bunch of hippies.

Right out of the gate, hey, it’s Idolmaker’s Kim Hosung! Also known as my most tragic character to date, and everything involving them is obligatory living in my mind rent free. They were one of the many, many people rigged to make it into the final 13, which was completely chosen by executives before the show even started – Spring Teens was pretty much a test conducted by many companies on just how much manipulation they could get away with. Spoiler alert: a lot, but not all of it. TOB only managed to operate for a year and some weeks because a newspaper was threatening to start an investigation on their shady voting numbers, and not even a powerhouse like MBN - whom has TIES WITH THE GOVERMENT! - could contain it any longer.

Their shit is extremely dense and complicated to explain (13 people rigged in with their own personal agendas like, woah), but the most relevant of all: final guy Yoo Geon got very close with not final guy Jeonghun backstage, and as soon as he learned about all of Jeonghun’s trials and tribulations and catastrophic stakes if he didn’t make it as an Idol immediatly, this man crumbled in guilt (to put things into perspective he was a dozen even worse than J.J, fully disinterested in music and only there to quickstart his acting career) and told Jeonghun everything about the set final members, mind you, ON THE SPRING TEENS FINALE SET, RIGHT AS THE CAMERAS WERE ABOUT TO ROLL! Jeonghun, already a pile of nerves from the whole situation, didn’t take that well at all, obviously – he tried to fist fight an executive about it and got scouted out of the studio by security, causing enough of a commotion to get the live finale postponed by two weeks. It was horrible. 

As you might already know if you were around to catch Idolmaker!!! Hosung – before he was forced by his INSANE, ACTUALLY PSYCHOPATHIC older brother and manager Hojin to enlist in the military – tracked Jeonghun down and convinced him to sign with Furta Media/MBN and join IDMK’s third generation with him, as he was given enough power to handpick any trainees he wanted for that unit (at a big, big cost, Hosung nooooooo). That could be seen as a hard decision for someone to make, with the whole ‘if you can’t fight them, will you really go down low enough and join them?’, but not to Jeonghun: he was all about being rigged to make it now that he knew from experience that that’s how the game was played. He and Hosung went on to become best friends on the long run, actually inseparable, making ⅔’s of IDMK’s ‘blood pack siblings’, a.k.a SungBinHun (Hosung, Dabin and Jeonghun).

Which – unrelated now but in a couple lines you will see why – brings us to Hype, which my god, does this guy fucking SUCKS at a Kwon Dongwook level. But as I said on my talk blog quite a lot before, I still feel like I’m not done at all with IDMK, specially SungBinHun, and Parit is unfortunately a key person to get a lot of insight into my forever girl Dabin. But what you must know is: he’s a big actor now at a worldwide level (not exclusively BLs but a lot of BLs, which given his raging homophobia is kind of like, morbidly hilarious), he’s to this day pissed he couldn’t impregnate the biggest fansign he ever had because she’s a lesbian, he still thinks that Hosung ‘stole her’ from him when they only showed her who her Idol truly was (A MAJOR ASSHOLE!!!!), and that girl, my good folks, is Dabin.