#For the love of everything holy adidas do NOT fuck this up

[ham44vibes]

Ugh I’m NOT ready for this new gear. Saw the pic of the prototype gear and I can’t help but shudder at the mere thought of what the actual kit will look like once a design has been decided on. Oh God I hope they don’t make them wear Petronas green 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I checked out the adidas website, the mens’s training and track pants are nice (for loafing bts in the garage or whatever) I can see Bono, Mike and Jallison sporting those if given the right sizes to show off those magnificent dumptrucks.

I need to be able to sit back and disrespectfully indulge in the Mercedes cake display. Of course this will only work if given the right shirt, which may not manifest keeping my fingers crossed 🤞🏾🤞🏾

The Tommy Hilfiger and Hugo Boss gear are nice, classy and brought about thoughts of absolute filth when it came to the fit on Bono, Mike and Jallison. How are we gonna get proper podium wet tshirt contests with the adidas gear?! Make it make sense.

An evolution of Mercedes’ team kit

2025-onwards Adidas

I AM SCARED

Why: while Adidas is a big company with a long history and they worked with several teams in many different sports, they only do athleisure wear. Think of a crossover between tracksuits, Birkenstocks, jockey hats and designer bags worn by the hipsters hanging out in the trendiest organic coffee shops of major cities if you wish to understand athleisure.

Tommy Hilfiger (and to an extent Hugo Boss before them) are a business casual wear brand. Think jeans with business jackets, formal t-shirts, chinos, brogues, knitwear. Basically, largely corporate wear that’s comfortable and fashionable with some fun and trendy outfits to appeal to those below 40 too. The team outfit they created reflects this ethos perfectly. The button-up shirt is beautifully designed and looks absolutely great on every team member, irrespective of gender or shape; the trousers are well-fitted to accommodate Bono, Mike and Jallison’s voluptuous bottoms; the jackets/jumpers designs have been tasteful and in luxe-looking fabrics; they have dressed the team members in lovely outfits even outside the paddock. The above are not easily achievable by an athleisure wear brand.

So, people, I AM SCARED! I am scared that they’ll add some shitty Adidas stripes on the shirt; design some long t-shirts covering Bono’s sensational ass; introduce cheap looking fabrics; put the sponsor logos in weird places; make them wear green to honour Petronas etc.

[hansolmates]

jjk; angel’s trumpet [06]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter—partial nudity, dry humping, sad tears  w.c; 3.5k a/n; a little steamy in the beginning but soft and gooey in the end! enjoy the softness while it lasts bc we’re getting close to the end!! and to satiate your curiosity yes cheesecake factory was ultimate date night 

[05] [06] [07] -> masterpost

Abiding by the dress code, you show up at Jungkook’s doorstep with your rattiest sweatpants, Adidas slides and a plain black t-shirt. You hold your night pack in one hand, and a pint of taro ice cream in your other. 

Before you even have a chance to knock the door is flung open, Jungkook ushering you inside with his marigold oven mitts. Aside from the frilly pink apron that you’re half sure is Minghao’s, you and Jungkook are unexpectedly matching in overworn sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” he’s hot under the stove, sweat beading from his temples as he concentrates on simmering the cream for your pasta. He’s carefully spooning the angel hair pasta from the pot to his saucepan, mixing the sauce vigorously in order to emulsify the contents. You wonder how many Binging with Babish and Joshua Weissman he watched to get to this kind of expertise in the kitchen. 

You hug his torso, peeking up from his elbows, “It smells divine.” 

“Thanks, baby. It’s almost done. Mind finishing up the table?” 

A smile quirks up when you see the coffee table cleared, apart from two wine glasses and a Bath and Body Works candle lit in the middle. Off the table you see a plastic bag with a takeout strawberry cheesecake. You quickly move through his kitchen to grab some plates and cutlery, setting the table that is lined with a simple white table cloth. 

“I’m getting the whole Olive Garden treatment today, huh?” you say as you uncork the wine, pouring two hearty glasses. 

“Nuh-uh. We’re going full-out Cheesecake Factory tonight.” 

You set out the coaster for him to place the pasta pan between you two. The pasta is mixed with a hearty aroma of your favorite aromatics and with plenty of fix-ins to declare a hearty meal. Jungkook also pulls out a basket of bread with a pad of butter in the middle, and your mouth salivates as you pick up a dark brown one. The bread is still hot from the touch, like a little pillow in your hands as you rip it open. 

The two of you converse mindlessly over dinner, talking about various things and catching up with the week. Warm, flushed with affection and wine, you bask in the simple but sweet dinner with your favorite person. 

Eventually you two got lazy spooning pasta into your plate and cuddled up in the middle of the table, spooning each other twirled pasta until the pan’s licked clean. 

Jungkook’s quick to turn on Disney+ once you’re done, hopping on the couch to flip through his holy grail films. 

“Quick. Favorite Avenger?” 

“Well… I think Antman’s pretty—”

“Antman? Antman? You may be only one of three people in this world that like Marvel over DC,” he wags the remote at you like a child, “I’m sorry but I think we need to re-evaluate your sanity.”

“Hey! It's a cute movie, okay? He’s sacrificed everything out of love for his daughter.” 

You sit up on your knees, putting your hands atop your boyfriend’s thighs as you explain your earnest opinion. You’re nestled between his legs, looking up at him with a determined look on your face. 

Jungkook on the other hand, can’t help but view this precarious situation as anything but innocent. But seeing the pout on your face and your insistence to defend the superhero has him melting. 

“C’mere,” he says, pulling you up. 

You immediately let him tug you to his lap, fitting your legs between his torso like a puzzle piece. It’s a perfect fit, and you immediately thread your fingers through his head, feeling like a koala as you cling to the scent of his fabric softener. 

“Wanna know a secret?” he faux whispers.

You hum against the collar of his shirt. 

“I really, really like you.” 

“That’s a terrible secret,” you deadpan, “I already knew that. You gave me the whole Cheesecake Factory treatment, after all. In high school, going on a date there confirmed you were serious.” 

“I guess this is me confirming how serious I am about us?” he tugs you away from his neck so he can press his forehead to yours. He lets his eyes flutter shut, and your finger goes to trail down his nose to his lips, “because I am,” he whispers, words moving against your pointer, “very serious about us.” 

“I am too,” you reply earnestly, the pads of your thumbs brushing against his soft cheeks. As you stare in his eyes, you feel a shift in your chest, a sign. 

Hoseok was right. He’s Jungkook, but not your Jungkook. You try not to let your smile falter as you trace the planes of his skin, noting the clear, stress-free skin and lack of eye bags. 

You try to pin your incessant thoughts for now, Jungkook put a lot of effort in this date. He presses his lips to yours, and you immediately let yourself relent under his touch. His hands are warm and needy, trailing from the waistband to the bare skin of your back. His hands fumble to where your bra is supposed to be, and he breaks from your kiss. 

He raises an eyebrow, “You really committed to the dress code tonight, eh?” 

You reach for his hand, letting him palm your bare breast. “I–oh,” you bite your lip at the way he kneads the tender flesh, his wide doe eyes fixated on your facial expression, “always like to be prepared.” 

Squirming in his lap, you let yourself sink against his crotch as you fumble to rip off your t-shirt. Jungkook drinks you in, petal pink lips parting like a kitten starved for milk. One large hand settles on your waist, and his lips latch onto a nipple. 

You cry out, instinctively rolling your hips against his as he brings you to a slow, sensual pace. 

“My pretty girl,” he praises, marveling at the way you immediately respond to his touches. “You look so, so beautiful like this.” 

He snaps his hips up, and through the thin material of your soaked sweats, it’s apparent that he likes this as much as you do. You bite your lip, getting lost in the way Jungkook tends to your body. 

“Baby,” he rasps against your neck, dampening the skin, “hold tight.” 

And his hands move to cup your cheeks, lifting you up in one swoop and bringing you to his room. You immediately cling to him like your life depends on it, and you both giggle and laugh as your boobs bounce with every step and how he suddenly got a cramp in his calf for getting up too fast. 

Jungkook quickly throws you on his twin, and for a second you feel like you’re floating. The sheets smell like floral fabric softener, and you’re encased in an ocean of seashell white blankets and fluffy pillows. Jungkook crawls over to you, looking absolutely smitten as he trails a stream of kisses from your bare belly button all the way to your lips. 

“God, I’m so lucky,” he husks against your collarbone, and you can feel the smile on his lips melding into your skin. “I’m so lucky to have met someone like you, and you’re all mine.” 

At the second he says that, the whole moment feels like an out of body experience. Not in the way two minutes ago, when you felt like you were on cloud nine as Jungkook ravished your body. This feeling is akin to drowning, making you all choked up as you try your hardest not to let the man above you notice. 

“Hey,” he brushes against your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs gathering the moisture welling from your eyes, “baby, are you okay?” 

“Oh,” you sit up slightly, roughly scrubbing away the tears from your face. A strong flush overrides any hint of pleasure that you felt, effectively ruining the moment. You feel terrible, angry at yourself for getting so caught up in your emotions. “I—I’m sorry, it’s just…” 

“Is it me?” he looks a little hurt, sitting on his heels to give you some space, “did we go too fast? I’m sorry—” 

“No, no Jungkook!” you fling up, finding the strength to wrap your small hands around his. “You, you’ve been wonderful. Honestly, I couldn’t ask for more. You’ve done so much for me in a short amount of time,” you squeeze his hands, feeling the warmth of his fingers sink through yours. You wish you could hold onto him, keep this moment tangible for as long as possible. “It’s me, Jungkook. I’m a little messed up in the head.” 

“Is it him?” 

You can’t tell from Jungkook’s expression if he’s feeling slighted by W1 Jungkook. Despite not knowing the situation fully, he really does have a good grasp on how much this has been affecting you, and how much you’ve been trying to avoid it. You have it good here, you can’t deny that. But you can’t be here forever, it isn’t fair to anyone. 

“Some of it, yeah,” you let go of him, hands falling at your lap as you dampen his sheets with your continuous bout of silent sobs. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook. You must think I’m awful and you’re the second choice and fuck—you don’t deserve any of this. I’ve been so selfish wanting to be happy after so long and—”

Patient, loving Jungkook pulls you into his arms, forcing your head between his so he can stroke your head. You’re now full on sobbing on his chest, succumbing to his touch as he soothes you like a baby. 

“What’s so wrong about being selfish for a little bit?” he asks, tone light. He rests his chin on your crown. “At the end of the day, this is your life. Do what makes you happy, save yourself.” 

You don’t know if you can form coherent words so you nod fervently, nuzzling your nose into his collarbone. 

“I’m not going anywhere. Take your time with me, y/n.” 

Is there even time left to take? 

The two of you stay like that for a while. You don’t know how long, but eventually your tears dry and Jungkook’s body is too furnace-like to be pressed up against. Moving so you can still face each other, you plop yourselves side-by-side on the mattress, facing each other. 

Fiddling with the sheets you ask, “Can I still stay here?” 

A soft smile resurfaces to Jungkook’s lips, immediately alleviating your hesitancy. “Of course, I wouldn’t want you to sleep alone if you’re still shaken up.” 

“Could you tell me something happy? So we can end the night on a positive note.” 

He chuckles, propping his arm up on the pillow and tucking his hand to support his head. He’s still shirtless, inadvertently flexing as he adjusts himself. You try not to stare, but Jungkook decides not to tease you just this once. 

“So, it’s kinda-sorta a secret. I’m not really confident about it yet but,” he blows on his black bangs, nervous, “I like to sing.” 

A small, tender smile worms its way onto your visage. “Yeah? I’m sure you’re a beautiful singer.” 

Jungkook snorts, “You’ve never even heard me.” 

“Hm, I still know you’re beautiful.” 

“Well, there’s this producer that works at the radio station. He’s a friend of a friend, and they hooked me up and I’m gonna collab with him. We’re gonna finally meet up and I’m gonna demo some of his songs. He needs a vocalist.” 

“That’s amazing. I can’t wait to hear.” 

“Yeah,” and a dreamy smile overtakes his lips, his eyes floating to the gold LEDs decorating his room as if they are stars. “It’s just a hobby, but I wanna give my all in this.” 

You hum, tucking your hands between the cool pillow, “Can I hear you sing?” 

He frowns, “I’m not even warmed up.” 

“C’mon, just a ‘lil sample!” 

“What do I get out of it?” 

“A happy girlfriend. And if you’re that uncomfortable I’ll sing for you after. I make a pretty mean rendition of Happy Birthday.” 

A pause, and he relents, reaching over to squish your cheek. “Only because you look so peaceful right now,” he sits up a little, “any requests?” 

“Lost Stars, by Maroon 5.” 

“Oh, so she has taste.” 

He takes a deep breath, willing himself to be vulnerable around you. You almost tear up again, hearing the sweet sounds of his voice as he starts off with the pre-chorus of a cover near and dear to your heart. He’s right, his voice is rough and untrained, but the potential is there. But it’s the one thing from home that you’ve missed, and just a couple notes is enough to make you feel at home. 

Once his sample ends, he throws you a small smile and buries himself in the blankets. His face pops up cutely, embarrassed. 

You throw yourself onto the mattress with a flourish, clutching your chest as you make a show of swooning. “That was beautiful,” you say sincerely, “please post a full cover on YouTube. They’re gonna swoon over you.” 

He rolls his eyes, “As if. Only K-pop idols get that kind of attention.” 

“I suppose,” you shrug. 

“But you, however. I remember you saying you were gonna sing for me in return,” he laughs when you groan and flop against the cushions. “C’mon, I wanna see that Happy Birthday remix!” 

You playfully sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Alright, but you only get one line.” 

“Mhm, hit me with that Happy Birthday.” 

No, you are not going to sing Happy Birthday. You take your time, and reach a hand to caress his face. He easily leaned into your touch, placing his hand on top of yours. 

“Take my hands now, you are the cause of my Euphoria.” 

Whether your singing talents are good or not did not matter, Jungkook is equally enamoured. “That’s a nice song,” he says simply, “I’ve never heard it before.” 

You shrug, scooting closer, “Maybe you will one day.” 

The length of the day starts to edge you off to sleep, and you feel your eyes fluttering in and out of consciousness. Jungkook seems equally exhausted, but patient as he watches you fight to stay awake. He pulls the blankets over both of you, reaching forward to pull you closer. 

He looks at you in consent, hands hovering over you as you nod. He starts with your shoulder, trailing his palms down your smooth skin before it reaches the curve of your waist. 

“G’night, Koo,” you mumble, snuggling into his warm chest, “‘M sorry again, we’ll talk about it soon.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” how could he possibly be upset, when he feels how much you care for him right here at this very moment? He presses his lips to your forehead, “everything will be fine, pretty girl. The way I see it, the way we met was fate.” 

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W1. 

Jungkook jolts awake, as if lightning pierces his system. 

Instinctively, his hand reaches for yours. Despite the weather getting warmer, your hand still remains uncomfortably cold. He rubs a hand across his face, sweeping the sleep that so desperately wants to take him. 

Things have changed. Your superficial wounds have healed, however you still appear pale and lifeless, twitching occasionally in your sleep. 

Your position has been replaced, right off the bat. There’s a new language teacher to guide the rookies, who has big shoes to fill as they take long hours to ensure that they’re worth keeping. He isn’t sure you’ll have a job to come back to when you wake up. 

It’s been well over a month since he’s seen you. The first couple of days he refused to leave your side, insistent on cleaning your skin with a warm cloth and putting lavender lotion on because you couldn’t. After that, he had no choice in the matter. Life had to go on without you. 

If anyone was in pain from your hit and run, they’ve so far masked it really well. Everyone other than Sehlyung however, whose roots have grown in and her stitching has slowed considerably, as if always interrupted by mere thought. But smiles continue to be exchanged, performances are full of unbridled energy, and he immerses himself completely. Except today when he gets a break, he insists to drive straight to the hospital to keep you company, even if you don’t know it. 

At that time Jimin placed a soft hand upon his sunken cheek, pale due to overexertion and lack of sleep. “Jungkook, you can go home with us and rest for a few hours,” he tried to convince him, “she’s not going anywhere.” 

“I know,” he felt like a child, fiddling with his hangnails as he’s pressed between Jimin and Hoseok in the back of their van, “just don’t wanna waste any time doing needless things.” 

“Like showering, eating, making sure you’re still a human being?” Hoseok tried to lighten the mood, staring out onto the city as they made their way to their apartment complex. “C’mon, I’m sure y/n can still smell how much you stink right now.” 

Someone chided Hoseok, and threw a bag of Cheetos in his lap. The conversation on their side started to morph into something else, completely forgetting the conflict Jungkook was going through. Jungkook sunk further into his seat, thighs brushing against Jimin’s as he continued his spiel. 

Jimin offered him a tentative smile, “In case she wakes up, y’know? I’m sure she doesn’t want to see you like this.” 

Jungkook’s not even sure if you’d want to see him at all. 

Nevertheless it’s six against one, and with a quick shower and a granola bar he’s already Ubering to the hospital. Initially he was going to bring his work computer to get some stuff done in your room, but he figured your family would be in your room and he didn’t want to impose. 

Thankfully, he could avoid another awkward conversation today (he didn’t want to remember the first one)  as the nurses told him that your family already left for today. That much was evident when he spotted a garbage bag by the door, filled with pizza boxes. Courtesy of the company you’ve been moved to a VIP room, large enough for your visiting family to spend their days in. 

The desk that he usually occupies to do work is filled with coloring pages from your younger cousins, renditions of you awake and playing dress-up with them. He doesn’t bother pushing them aside, instead plopping his bag in its chair and going over to the sofa chair closest to your bedside. 

Fast-forward to now, he doesn’t know when he fell asleep holding your hand. He opens your bedside drawer to search for something to wake him up. You always kept a tin of breath mints in your purse, just in case. 

Your purse is splayed out across the drawer, stray items rolling back and forth. Immediately finding the forest green tin Jungkook pops two spearmints in his mouth, slamming the drawer shut. 

He hears glass shuffle between the wood. Confused, he opens the drawer again, slowly. In the very back corner, there’s a bottle he’s never seen before. He picks up the tiny container, weighing it between his palms. A wilted, once sunset orange flower is floating sadly between the clear liquid. There’s a little bit of the liquid left, and it almost looks like a novelty item you keep in your purse, like a good luck charm. He pops open the lid and brings it to his nose. Maybe it’s his propensity to get sick more often, but he can’t smell its contents. 

With a shrug, he throws it back and takes a swig. 

He immediately coughs at the sudden and unexpected tang of floral alcohol. Some of the nurses passing by ask if he’s fine, but he waves them off and reaches for the glass of water on the counter. After downing half the glass he quickly caps the jar and shoves it back in your purse. 

Resting his head on the thin mattress, he reaches for your hand again. He whispers your name. 

“Can you hear me?” he says, halfheartedly trying to get you riled up like old times, “when you wake up, you owe me an explanation of whatever poison is in your bag.” 

When he closes his eyes, he dreams of you. It’s like he’s swimming, present but not. But it’s definitely his gaze, from his point of view. He sees you, naked in an unfamiliar room with warm yellow LEDs, reaching to caress his messy hair. Jungkook’s hands are splayed over your body, and he can almost feel how soft your skin is, slightly damp but comfortable enough to hold you. He can’t make out whatever you’re saying, but you flash him a tired smile and snuggle further into his chest, as warm as can be. 

[s1utspeare]

Get To Know Me!

@foxofninetales tagged me in this ask game and since I LOVE HER i will now be doing it (i mean i’d do it anyway but now it will be filled with love for FOX i am not accepting CRITICISM ON THIS POINT)

Part I

name: Brigid! I’m named after the Irish goddess of like, poetry, healing, smithcraft, and protection, or the Irish saint (they’re both pretty similar it’s just whether or not you’re talking about Celtic religion or Catholicism). She’s very cool, and I think it’s a very fitting name for who I turned out to be!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i’m an insufferable theatre kid of course I’m a Leo

height: 5'8″ babeeeyyy (172 cm). I’m not short like, at all, but all of my family members are over six foot, so I’m like. tiny in comparison. they all make fun of me all the time for it :(

time: 8:49pm! A delightful time of evening!!! 

birthday: July 31st, same day as Harry Potter lol.

nationality: american :P

fave bands/groups/solo artists: hnnnngggghhhh why would u ask me this I don’t KNOW jk i just have a lot uhhhhh all time faves would be Bastille and Mumford and Sons, but I’m SUPER into kpop right now, so my top groups are BTS, Stray Kids, and One OK Rock (who are technically jpop but I really like their stuff). I also am a Broadway BITCH (hello, theatre kid) so before this year all of my Spotify library was basically just show tunes. 

song stuck in your head: Get Away by VeriVery. I think they’re a pretty new group? idk i saw them on one of those tumblr promotional things and checked out the music video which is like??? really interesting conceptually? so I’ve just been listening to the song for a while lol. 

last movie you watched: Train to Busan! I’m gearing up to write a dmbj zombie apocalypse AU and so I was like “this is a popular zombie film! I’ll watch it for inspiration! :)” holy shit. holy shit i was so wrong. It’s one of the most viscerally affecting films I think I’ve ever seen, I was like. On the verge of an anxiety attack the entire time but in like the best possible way?? it’s a mastery of character introduction and action/horror and I cried for like the last ten minutes straight. SO affecting. I do NOT RECOMMEND IT if u are already made anxious by zombie apocalypse scenarios, blood, violence, and a Lot of Death. 

last show you binged: hmmm uh like I’m currently watching Mystic Nine but at like a normal pace, so the last show I probably binge watched was maybeeee The Uncanny Counter on Netflix? HIGHLY recommend that one, I made @cross-d-a watch it and I’m living for her liveblog reactions lmao. Idk most of my free time has been spent writing the past few months which. After months of only having the energy to watch shows is kind of really invigorating? the things u can do when u fix ur health I’ll tell you what

when you created your blog: in 2012 asldighalsdkfjladskjga i came on here to like burdge’s pjo fanart :)

the last thing you googled: "is it bad not to have an air cap on your tire” ALSDIGHALKDFJLADFJA FUCK ME (i learned that it’s not necessarily bad but it can get dirt and stuff built up in there so I went to the store after work today and replaced it)

other blogs: everything is here bc i am too lazy to create a sideblog! so sorry to everyone who does not follow me for cdrama content bc this is all I am now. 

why i chose my url: cause it’s my ao3 username and i wanted people to be able to find me more easily on tumblr! :) the long answer is because i love shakespeare and also i think that slut is a really funny word and concept for me especially because i am one of the most sexless people u will ever meet in ur life so slutspeare is like. an aggressively ace joke that only I think is funny. 

how many people are you following: 588

how many followers do you have: ah just over 200?!??!!? which is like. a lot for me. I think it was like 75 up until like last year omg 

average hours of sleep: my sleep app says I average around eight! which is very good for me! I do have to get enough sleep consistently or I will Have A Bad Time so my sleep schedule is pretty good and luckily I don’t have the Insomnia depression I have the Sleep Lots one which I am glad for bc idk what I’d do if I couldn’t Be Unconscious regularly. Die probably. 

lucky numbers: I don’t think I have lucky numbers?? my favorite number is 21 for no reason other than the vibes alone. 

instruments: i’ve played the piano for uhhhh.... eighteen years now? and I can play the ukulele and am surprisingly good with the recorder since I’ve had to play it in Multiple Theatre Performances. I was also an honor choir singer back in high school so I’ve done a lot of select ensemble stuff which was super fun! 

what i'm currently wearing: a Life Is Good long-sleeved t-shirt that says “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” that I got in a military surplus store like a million years ago and red Adidas athletic shorts that I found at the thrift store a couple weeks back

dream job: playwright! I just wanna be a playwright! playwriting is like drugs i literally go nuts for it

dream trip: I don’t know??? I don’t really like traveling tbh aslidhalkfdj umm I do want to see the grand canyon sometime before I die tho so maybe a road trip down there? I definitely like traveling solo so I’d probably just hang out with myself and drive and go to whatever places I want and see dumb tourist attractions and sing loudly in the car

fave food: CURRY i know i said eggs the last time it asked me this but I miss my local Indian restaurant I want to eat literal Platefuls of tikka masala at 12pm at the Indian buffet after my physics class again :(

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: hmmm i don’t know, actually! probably one where I have Powers and could do Cool Hand Motions and make Lights Appear. If I were anywhere with like. An Actual World-Dooming problem tho I would not be helpful at all. I would just die. Besides, I already live in fictional universes half the time, I’m a writer! 

Part II

last song: Basquiat by Pentagon! The music video is like. Very whumpy. So if you’re into that... the song’s also a bop

last stream: i don't watch streams very often, I just watch clips from them, cause those usually just give the best parts lol 

currently reading: mmmmmbbbaaaaahhhhh literally nothing? I’m trying to get caught up on the backlog of dmbj fic I haven’t gotten around to so Binding by @vishcount is next on that list! oh I guess I’m also reading Johnny Tremain with my kids (one of them SPOILED THE END and I forgot how it ended and now I’m big sad). 

currently watching: Mystic Niiiiinnnneeeeee! love those gay history bitches. everyone in that show is so funny. I just finished the Fuba Side Plot tho and now we’re back to Politics so i’m like >:( someone give zhang baby rishan a hug (and then i write angst about him what is wrong with me)

what is antipoetry to you: antipoetry??? what the heck is antipoetry hold on... uhhhh that’s just poetry. who came up with this term. i guess like lyrical fiction would be the technical correct definition but idk I consider anything to be poetry! like that’s the whole point! poetry is poetry is poetry as long as it’s focused on intensity and emotions it’s poetry! a haiku? poetry. the random one-lined mess of words on my phone? poetry. a literal drawing of a cardinal with the word “bird” written next to it? poetry. idk I’ve been trying to teach my kids that there are no wrong ways to write creatively; if you’re expressing yourself and making emotions, then you’re writing! also like half of my work could be considered antipoetry lmao. I love emotionally supercharging the mundane.

currently craving: i have noooo ideaaaasssss i’m literally just vibing. uh. water? ok i took care of that one my water bottle was right next to me. 

AH IF YOU READ THIS MUCH THANK YOU???? i love u 

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 1.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you'll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don't obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Man, Fez is just my main bitch from Euphoria. I just adore him the most. His breakfast is consistent with Respecting Women Juice™️ and Keeping His Shit Together Juice™️. He might not be the brightest man around, but I think he's gentle and caring. Like hell.

A/N: The reader is around 17 to 18 years old, not further explained, attending high school. Rue and the gang are around the same age and since Fezco's age was never actually clarified, let's go with 23.

A/N: This takes place in a universe where Jules was away for a while, but after a few months she came back to Rue.

Warnings: Talking about drugs, drug addiction, smoking, drinking alcohol. You know. Basically the normal lives of today's kids.

Word count: 3 K +/-

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Ever since you were a kid, the adults always told you that you can be whatever you would like to be. When you were five, they lied to you - they told you that you can be a pirate or a princess, or an astronaut or a zoo animal keeper for that matter. 

When you were ten, they usually started to be critical to you just as you started as well. You slowly realized that being a plumber or a social worker is maybe the place you were supposed to be, you started to base your imaginations off the reality. 

When you were fifteen, it all came together - you knew what should you do, what is off your limits and what stays in your boundaries. You could still be something even if you weren't the smartest or the funniest in your class, or the best of bureaucracy. 

And when you go to college you most likely know what you'll do with your life - that you would be a nurse, a teacher, a biologist or you know that you will not go to college at all. Sometimes the young people didn't even continue to college. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. It simply happens.

But they were the other ones - the people who weren't destined to have a normal life. Those who dropped out of high school and just started to live by their own rules and who tried their best to go through life without some bigger problems. 

Your mums usually told you not to be dumb, not to hang out around these people, stay out of their presence and ignoring them as well as you could. But some of them weren't that bad, they weren't the garbage of the society as your mums told you. 

Every one of them had a reason to be as they were - usually it was a reality-based reason, something that made a perfect sense when explained, a serious social issue. You just had to ask them - some of them became gang members to help their family financially, others had committed prostitution, some of them were part of the black market with guns. Most of their fates circled around money. Money, the thing you need to survive in this cruel, cruel world. 

Love meant a lot to those who wanted it. But money mattered way more. You needed money to survive - it was to survive or to be killed. No other options were remaining. 

You lived in a small town since you were born. Everyone knew everything about everyone. It was just as simple as that. It took you by surprise when your parents told you that you'll be moving out of your birth town in the next few weeks to some strange suburb on the other side of America. 

You heard that it actually snows there during winter which was a pleasant change from the hotness of Arizona. Also, it was nearer to the bigger cities of the United States - and you were pumped to visit them with your mum and siblings or cousins. To shop, to see something new, to actually get some experience.

“It isn't that bad. I like this place.” - Your little brother Cal called out as he stepped out of the truck. You carefully took the box out, almost tripped because of you untied old Converse shoes you still wore even after they tore apart near the base. You had an old, rainbow t-shirt on, it basically hung on your body because of how oversized it was, it covered your Adidas shorts completely. 

“New boys. New girls. Fresh start. No history. I love it,” - Francis, your older sister, said out loud. She came out of the closet four years ago and since then, she has dated numerous girls and boys. She was going to attend local college but you were sure that sooner or later, she will introduce you to another love of her life. - “And what about you, my little bean? You feel comfortable out here?” - She hung an arm around your shoulder and you gave her a nod. 

You weren't exactly the happiest about moving out of the town you have known your whole life so well, but both of your siblings were right. The neighborhood seemed to be quiet, safe, clean and nice, just an ideal place to base a family life in. Bikes were thrown around, the kid's screams of amusement could be heard just as the birds sang and the wind around you felt wet and yet warm in a nice way.

“Come on, you golden trio. You are unpacking your things for what seems like a whole eternity! We brought some pizza and Thai if you want some!” - Your mom shouted out of the front door with a huge smile, holding the plastic bag as proof for you. 

“Go.” - Your sis patted your shoulder and got into the truck to shut the back door completely, preventing stealing. You did not wait for her, you looked at your legs, how the fresh green grass breaks under your feet and the soles of your shoes, being careful about not fall down. 

Your mum always told you to tie your shoelaces but you never really listened since you were a small kid. It resulted in a lot of falling down, bruises, abrasion and you crying loud. But you learned how to walk with your shoelaces undone. It was your own choice, after all, you chose not to tie them - and they told you all along that your life depends on what you want and what you don't want. 

Your parent always told you how easy it actually is to live in your generation - that you can use cellphones, that you can use the internet, that they are taking care of everything you could probably need. 

You thought about it a lot - and you came to an opinion. It was not easy at all. To live in your age. It felt more like surviving than living for real. The drugs were easily accessible for the younglings - even your big sis was a serious stoner back in your hometown and you knew that it will not take long her to find the local dealer and become friends with him. The cyberbullying was a serious issue that made a lot of people's life worse, the bullies could easily find your personal information, your old photos, they could make fun or a living nightmare of you and your life. And when your nudes leaked out? Holy shit, you were fucked like hell.

Yeah. You were a high-schooler. But let's face it - almost everyone who tried to make a move with someone or who was in a relationship had sent a nude at some point in their life. It was some kind of a norm for the children your age. 

You were constantly in danger thanks to the great internet and that was a fact. The adults tried to teach you how to behave on the internet... But truly, did any of you actually give a crap? Every one of us took it as bullshit, not taking them too seriously. Who was actually safe around you? Drugs, alcohol, sex, porn, cigarettes, money everywhere around you. 

It was so easy to become corrupted. Just like everyone around you. 

You were not that innocent at all as well - your big sis was really popular back in your hometown - she was truly smart, she was funny, she used drugs and smoked, drank regularly. She was invited basically to every party in the town. Some of them were wild, some of them were pretty muted thanks to weed and ecstasy which was always distributed there. 

You smoked at the parties and did some shots - that wasn't so bad. Kids your age did a way worse thing at those parties. 

Your mum and dad knew that you and your sis attended some parties but they didn't know that there were drugs and alcohol present. You were the Sunday church raised children after all (which didn't mean that your parents discriminated or turn their backs to their oldest child when she said she's into girls a lot), they trusted you.

They often laughed that they have done it too. Sure, you smiled usually, but did you see a girl who is dozed off after Lexauryne, have you felt the actual fear about her life? Have you ever seen what shit Valium or heroin does to someone? Have your friend almost jumped off the roof when they took too much LSD? But you never said anything out loud. 

You have seen things. But everyone did. It wasn't easy to be a teenager in your age. 

Every one of your friends slowly became one of those types your parents always warned you about - at least a part of them was just like the people they talked about to scare you off. Maybe you were one of those people as well. What could you know?

You had your dinner with the typical witty sense of humor of your parents and the usual bickering between you, your little bro and older sis. You felt safe at those moments, away from reality, just chilling with your fam. 

The next morning was your first actual day of school after a weekend of moving in. Your dad went to his new workplace for the first time and your sis and your mum stayed home to continue with unpacking.

"You should get up or you seriously will not go to school on time." - Your mum peeked into your room and you just mumbled something in response when Fran took your bed with her monster attack as you called, tickling you, kissing you into your hair and laughing along with you.

"Get your lazy ass off the bed, ma's right. I'll ride you to school." - She laughed and laid next to you, looking you in the face. You smiled at her, smoothed your hair and yawned. - "Ah shit, you thought about that again, didn't you? You'll be just fine. This is a good neighborhood, ma and pa told us yesterday. Nobody will shove a knife on your neck and threaten you to do drugs or take your money. Nobody will take your pics while you pee. I swear. You'll be alright, baby girl." - She kissed your forehead tenderly.

Fran always said that you worry about too many things. And she often said that you're way more adult than she'll ever be. But she didn't forget to mention that it's harming you a lot in a way.

"So that's how you make girls fall for you. I see it now." - You teased her. She took a pillow and smacked your head with it. But she laughed. Then Fran stood up and stopped at your door to take a last good look at her baby sister. - "Get your lazy ass up and have some good breakfast. We have something about forty-five minutes before you, I and the last shithead would have to go. Go get 'em, tiger!" - She yelled and clapped her hands, letting you alone.

You got the smallest room - Fran demanded the one on the second floor, saying it was for her study purposes. She lied. It was the only room with a balcony and she needed to smoke weed somewhere. Your brother had the second room because he could be a little brat and a pain in the ass sometimes. So you and your parents had the room on the first floor.

But you liked it. It was easier to make it comfortable and you could open a big window to look out on the street. And you had a big bed nonetheless so you were just fine about your new room.

You better did what Fran said - took some of your other shorts from your wardrobe, then you took out your favorite Lion King oversized t-shirt with Rafiki printed on it and you completed with a big ass hoodie which reaches up to the middle of your thighs. You put on some high socks on because you loved the look of them rolled down to your Converse shoes.

You cleaned your face and brushed your teeth and hair, putting it into a bun which was all over the place as always, then you tried to make your face more appealing with some eyeliner and mascara but in your eyes, you looked like a mess. You put your old, torn apart but trustworthy backpack over your shoulder and took off to the kitchen. Everyone was already eating, dad reading the news on his phone as he always used to.

"I don't want bacon!" - Cal yelled almost frantically and that almost freaked the living hell out of you. He loved bacon. What was his deal?

"What is it, young man?" - Mum asked and looked at him. Thanks to Fran's shit-eating grin you knew that she's the one responsible.

“I must declare that I am a proud vegetarian from now on.” - Cal said with a serious face and you just burst out of laughing. Cal was always like that. Smart pants. But he never was socially awkward. He just used some words that were too complicated for a boy his age.

“Oh really?” - You mum asked with a surprised face, watching all of you with her witty jokes prepared face. - “And why is that? Y/N will love to have some more bacon.” - And so it was. Another three slices to your empty, hungry stomach. Maybe Cal's sudden vegetarianism had some plusses to it. 

“Fran told me that it will make me more appealing in front of the girls. And I am a ladies man.” - Cal told with a serious face and that was the moment Fran’s grinning face bursted out of laughter as well. 

“You're also only thirteen years old, pal. No girls until you're at least sixteen. But you do you.” - Your dad said all of a sudden. You loved them so much it sometimes took you by a surprise. 

Then, when the breakfast was over, you went out to your sister’s car. Your dad had one and Fran was given your mum’s car. Your ma said shell take the bus to work so it's ok for Fran to have her own car to do her business with. 

“Okay, shithead one and shithead two. Are you ready for your first venture to the big, scary world?” - Fran joked and waves to ma when you were doing your seatbelt on the co-driver’s side.

“Bring it.” - You said, turning the radio on. It was a station you didn't know, some new hip hop songs. But it was enjoyable, so you just let it play, rolling the window down, leaning your crossed elbows into it. You were aware that your hair will be even messier after that, but you wanted to feel the actual atmosphere and energy of your new hometown.

You felt free from your burdens once again - the hip hop was almost screaming out of your car, the air felt cold between your hair and the sun shined on your skin gently. You were watching the new, strange people who lived there, walking in schools direction, groups of friends, some alone kids, some kids were riding bikes. 

It seemed to be like your old home yet it didn't feel like it. Something was just out of its place and weren’t sure if you can put that thing back. 

The car slowly drove next to some gas station or a small shop, you couldn't tell. But something caught your eye - a boy standing with his back turned to the car, in a long sky blue shirt with some clouds painted on it, jeans and a seriously short hair which color you couldn't figure out. You stuck your head out of the window, inhaling that view until you could. 

Something drawn your eyes in his direction, something told you that you should watch him. He was smoking, that was for sure, and moving his hands, probably talking with someone. 

The boy slowly disappeared because of some other building but you would swear that he turned in your direction as well. The air you were holding in slowly came out of your lungs as you slowly leaned to your seat. Francis was watching you but remained silent, just smoked her cigarette with her right wrist out of her window.

When the car stopped, Cal was almost immediately out of it, saying goodbye to you and Fran, but you remained there, leaning more and more down, trying to be invisible for the others.

“Chop chop, out of the car. You will have a great first day at your new school and you will find some friends.” - Fran told with a smile, smoothing your naked knee with her palm. 

“How can you know?” - Your gaze fell on the big hall leading to the main entrance, to all of those strange people there. That didn't feel right. You were scared for your life - new surroundings, new people, new feelings. How many of them tried some drugs? Will you even find someone to be friends with? The feeling inside you felt like exploding, the unsureness, the unknown, the fear. 

“Because I know your little bratty ass since the fucking day youve been born, dumbass.” - She laughed and undid your seatbelt, opening the door for you. - “Show those bastards who you are and that you are not afraid.” 

And with that, you got up and watched as Fran waved you and took off in her car. And you felt lost.

[birlcholtz]

you did bittyholtz so now how about bittyrans

bittyrans you say??? this is so fucking long it’s over 2.5k i’ve written full ass fics shorter than this i am going to bED

it starts with the PSLs, as so many things do. (do they???? idk i’ve only had like 2 psls in my life) PSLs turn into rans and bitty having weekly scheduled ‘get coffee and talk about the absolutely obscene lifestyle choices of the rest of our team,’ featuring holster and jack’s wardrobes, the green couch, and shitty’s inability to chew without talking at the same time, among other things

and THEN ‘coffee and bitch’ sessions turn into 'coffee and talk about whatever u feel’ sessions and eventually it just becomes a Thing. saturday mornings are for ransom and bitty. there’s still a lot of 'coffee and bitch’ happening, because it’s not like holster’s adidas slides and socks combo just went away, but they realize it’s not just expensive lattes and a half decent sense of fashion and hygiene that unites them. 

they deal with academic pressure in such different ways that it’s almost impossible to notice the similarities until they start talking more and more and realize they both feel that pressure (ransom because everything he turns in has to be perfect, bitty because he has a ridiculously hard time concentrating on things that don’t interest him, like for instance many of his classes), it’s just that ransom has nervous breakdowns that feature a lot of crying under the table and bitty bakes things as therapy until he’s forgotten all about whatever he needed to do.

so what happens when eric bittle (unofficially voted cutest member of smh 80 times) and justin oluransi (the most beautiful man at samwell) hang out a lot?

well, the first thing that happens is that people stare at them a lot as they walk around but ransom genuinely doesn’t notice because this happens to him all the time it’s never *not* happened and bitty notices but he figures it’s just because Ransom. u know.

ransom also finds bitty’s vlog, watches like 8 videos immediately (holster: dude are u ok), and barrels into the kitchen with his laptop in hand like BITTY CAN WE MAKE THIS

and bitty’s like oh sure! and ransom’s like. no. i mean can WE make this. i want to learn to make it and bitty’s like FUCK yeah

over the course of learning to make this dish ransom successfully wheedles bitty into letting him be on his vlog, bitty’s subscribers are Shook at this beautiful man just suddenly appearing when bitty has literally never had a guest before. he and ransom struggle to call each other by their first names the entire time and it’s fun and silly and they DO actually get a decent pie in the oven so it’s a success ('teaching my teammate to bake a _____’ sorry i didn’t think of a recipe lol. fill in whatever u want)

and then the comments on that video blow up, mostly with comments about ransom, some are just about how beautiful he is, some are like eric…. >.> why is this man on your channel when nobody else has ever been. eric do you have a boyfriend and where did you find him

bitty reads all these comments and does Not mention them to ransom but he’s mildly flattered that these people just assumed he was dating rans. because it’s hard to stand next to ransom and still feel attractive oops

BUT he also gets a bunch of new subscribers, which is why he asks ransom if he wants to be on the vlog again a few weeks later and ransom is like oh HELL yes

but it’s too late. bitty’s read all the comments asking if they’re dating. he never thought about ransom in that context before but he’s read all the comments now and he can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to date him. oops

they do the second video, and bitty firmly tells himself that they’re just friends and he’s just overthinking all of those comments, but also ransom smiling directly at someone is a force to be reckoned with and bitty literally cannot stop himself from smiling back (it’s a good thing they’re the only ones in the kitchen because anyone else would probably explode from observing it. bitty smiling is much more powerful than he knows)

okay and like. if bitty thought the comments on the first video were a lot. the sECOND video with justin oluransi?? it blows up. particularly because of one part where bitty catches ransom stealing a strawberry and just gasps and goes “justin” and people lose their minds over it. eric is so appalled. justin grins in a way that is only half apologetic and immediately reaches for another one and eric literally almost yeets the pie down the counter away from him. people set it to music on tiktok (i know tiktok wasn’t a thing while they were in college let me h a v e this)

and let it be known, ransom is also reading the comments on these videos, and he sees all the ones asking if he’s bitty’s boyfriend and he’s like haha wait what and tHEn he goes back and rewatches the videos he’s been in and like?? okay he can see why they think that. bitty puts his hands over ransom’s a lot and ransom slings an arm around bitty’s shoulders a lot but that’s just normal for smh??????? right??????? RIGHT??????????

too late. they’re both overanalyzing every single interaction now

(holster: bro did you see this tiktok of you and— ransom: and bitty losing five years off his life expectancy? yeah holster: nono this one’s set to don’t rain on my parade/the sound of silence/et cetera you have to watch it)

ransom still isn’t in most of bitty’s videos because honestly most of his stuff goes way over ransom’s level of baking knowledge. but he still watches them and it’s kind of nice to watch vlogs where bitty is so obviously in his element? the way he talks to the camera is so friendly and charming and the way he bakes is so efficient and professional. and because he’s a masochist he reads the comments on those ones too and finds a lot where people are asking where justin is. but mostly he’s focused on bitty and how obvious it is that this is bitty’s THING. he just exudes confidence and happiness and it’s kind of hypnotizing honestly

(he also goes back to bitty’s earliest vlogs and is like holy shit BABY BITTY. SO SMALL. and bitty in those videos is still charming but a little less calm and collected— the editing is a little less smooth, and he can’t quite stop himself from adding editorial comments about his aunt’s and his mother’s different techniques. it’s kind of adorable. and like, bitty is still adorable— wait what just crossed ransom’s brain???)

because bitty IS adorable, just a little more put together now. he still gets more excited by discussing types of flour than anyone else ransom has ever met, and he still bops along to whatever song is stuck in his head while he bakes, and when ransom sees bitty after bingeing roughly half of his videos and feels something in his chest lighten, he figures that’s probably going to be his new normal.

and people in the comments clamor for more videos with ransom, and ransom sees these comments, and bitty does too, and ransom seeing these comments is why he pokes his head into the kitchen when he knows bitty is filming, silently waves at the camera, and then leaves again before bitty’s even noticed that he’s there. it makes it into the final cut of the video and the comments section goes wild.

ransom and bitty still hang out plenty outside of doing vlogs together— bitty eventually gets a few dollars in ad revenue from the first video ransom was in and insists that they go on a celebratory unscheduled annie’s trip. (annie’s date energy intensifies)

and while they’re at annie’s/hanging out around campus/bitty has let ransom drag him to the library for some reason bitty can’t help but wonder what it would be like if he was actually dating ransom. he can’t deny that he thinks about ransom in that way now— it’s hard NOT to honestly?? like ransom has been objectively beautiful since the first day bitty met him (and before that, but y'know, not as relevant to bitty’s life) and maybe it’s just his imagination but he thinks that ever since they’ve started making these videos ransom’s smiles have lingered just a little longer and there are more of them, too. and the vlogs have also shown bitty a side of ransom that he doesn’t see a lot, because nobody sees it a lot— ransom trying something he isn’t already good at. throwing himself into it with enthusiasm, actually, and that NEVER happens. ransom is not great at handling failure? but bitty gets to see him cut loose and relax and laugh at his mistakes and he kind of loves it and loves this version of ransom he hasn’t seen before

and ransom, for his part, has been steadily falling for the sheer force of bitty’s charisma when he’s doing something he loves, ever since he first found bitty’s vlog. and as he looks closer he realizes it’s not just the vlog— bitty has always had these depths to him, he just kind of lets them out when he’s baking? and ransom feels kind of privileged to be able to see that side of him so regularly

(also i’m just saying that ransom is very into intelligence and watching bitty fire off answers without even blinking to obscure baking questions where ransom only understands about 30% of the words is a turn on)

but ransom’s become a fan favorite on bitty’s vlog, and he keeps making recurring appearances and even improves a little at baking (which bitty always comments on when he notices an improvement— it’s half chirpy and half genuine pride), and people in the comments BEG them to do a q&a for like. a couple of months. before bitty is like uhhh if i want to make money off of this channel i gotta give the people what they want

so he makes a normal vlog but at the end ransom pops in and they’re like hey we’re gonna do a q&a for our next video where eric answers baking questions and justin is also there since y'all really want him there for some reason??? (but bitty says it nicer and less confused than that)

bitty immediately realizes why ppl want ransom to be in the q&a so bad when about 25% of the comments are about baking and the rest of them are about bitty and ransom. roughly three-quarters of THOSE fully assume they’re dating and the rest of them are just asking if they’re dating.

so bitty is like um ransom?? we should probably address this in our q&a?? everyone really wants to know if we’re dating??

and this interaction is incredibly awkward. i need you all to know that. it’s incredibly awkward because bitty is like 'okay so like YES i like ransom in more than a friend way but this is literally the worst scenario ever i literally can’t believe my subscribers are calling me out for making eyes at him’ and ransom is like 'fuck fuck fuck i want to date bitty but i don’t want to make it weird is it weird??? because of his vlog?????? what do i do??????’

but anyway then ransom is like uh yeah we should address that! and then like. says nothing

and bitty’s like uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh. sooooooooooooo. what do we say

and ransom’s like. :0. um. (the amount of ums and uhs in this conversation are astonishing let me say) well. are we dating??

and bitty genuinely can’t tell if ransom actually meant that as a question or if it was sarcastic and he says as much and ransom is like no that was a real question i actually don’t know if we’re dating or not?

and bitty is like holy shit i can’t believe this is happening what the fuck and he says well. we should um. clear that up. before the q&a

and ransom’s like yeah we should. uh. like. we COULD be dating.

and bitty’s like ….yeah yeah we could. are we?

and ransom’s like do you want to be?

and bitty’s like do you want to be?

and ransom’s like i asked first and bitty’s like damn u got me there. and then he’s like yeah i …. kinda want to be dating and ransom is like swawesome me too glad we cleared that up, how was ur lit seminar and bitty is like HOLD ON JUSTIN OLURANSI because did that just fuckin happen??? we can’t just MOVE ON from that conversation that fast????

so they wind up talking about how basically bitty’s vlog inspired Feelings in both of them and it’s very emotional because ransom is like i love that i feel like i can make mistakes around you and bitty is like i love that you put in the effort to learn about what i care about and they go to annie’s because That’s What They Do and get matching drinks as they always do and smile at each other the whole time (bitty is also literally pinching himself because What The Fuck, how did i wheel JUSTIN OLURANSI) and then they go back to the haus and start picking the questions to respond to in their q&a

ransom does get busier and can’t spend as much time in bitty’s vlogs as usual but he helps bitty plan out what he’s going to talk about when, when to post, the ideal ratio of how-to videos versus just answering questions, and with his help bitty’s vlog starts getting a lot of attention and a lot of subscribers, like, exponentially fast

(it helps that they got memed so early on)

(it also helps that their q&a video where they confirmed they were dating was fucking adorable because they talked about how they got together and how a big part of it was bc of bitty’s vlog and it’s just the sweetest goddamn thing and that video totally blows up too)

(intentional celebrity eric bittle. accidental celebrity justin oluransi.)

it gets to a point where bitty is like. making legitimate money from his vlog and he INSISTS on compensating ransom in some way (ransom: i like helping you??? bitty: and i like making my vlog doesn’t mean i don’t like getting things out of it) so they work out a system where ransom gets some money for helping bitty plan out videos and edit and he gets some more for videos he’s in and like?? they’re icons. 

some headcanons: 

ransom successfully convinces bitty to wear sperrys

bitty boops ransom’s nose so often that there are compilations of it

bitty also spends a lot of time with ransom when he’s studying for tests because being just like. physically there, like leaning on ransom’s shoulder or holding his hand helps reassure ransom a little

ransom always holds bitty’s face in his hands before kissing him and bitty thinks it’s the best thing ever

there’s an entire swallow issue about them

bitty’s name in ransom’s phone is 'eric butter

bitty tells his parents ransom has been helping him with his vlog before he tells them that they’re together, and coach is like 'nice’ and suzanne bursts with such effusive joy (because ransom is great with parents) that bitty feels himself grinning

the Thesis Battle of 2017 is less increasingly sneaky methods of convincing bitty to write his thesis and more 'bitty read this article on the pomodoro method and then work on ur thesis for twenty minutes so you can bake pie later’ (dex asks ransom if they should cut off bitty’s oven access and ransom is like hmm. well if u do just make sure it doesn’t affect how the kitchen looks because if he can’t even film vlogs answering people’s questions then he’ll be really frustrated)

ransom and bitty shop for clothes together all the time and when it’s winter clothes it’s a constant battle between things that will keep them warm and things that will look cute. they definitely have discussions where bitty’s like 'okay do you think this is warm enough for me’ and ransom’s like 'no that’s warm enough for me you’re from georgia’

both of their snapchat games are INCREDIBLY strong. ransom’s stories are a work of art and bitty is a master of filters and they are constantly communicating via snapchat

ransom also keeps track of all the memes that surface from bitty’s channel and saves them to show bitty later

bitty’s channel gets bigger and bigger and more and more popular and his creative team gets bigger and more complicated to reflect that? but at the same time ransom is always his no. 1

[chrsitophwaltz]

MICKEY MEETS FC BAYERN (PART 3/4)

for the entire houston clownery experience click here

psa: excuse my face and the pic qualities. up until this happened i haven’t really taken pictures of myself (less than 10 in the past two years for family and work purposes and NEVER selfies) and when you meet people you’ve only seen on TV in a very unexpected circumstance, then don’t expect your brain and motor functions to work 100%.

just an addition that i forgot to add in the last two parts: i didn’t get his pic or anything, but seeing Witch Doctor™ müller-wohlfahrt in person was insane. if you watch netflix’s dark season 2, and see 1986 ulrich nielsen, THAT’S WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE SDHBMFSDMNBFNMB

anyway, so i uber-ed to the mall. thank god it was only 5 minutes or so away from the hotel since i was really desperate to get a wristband for adidas. the t-mobile meet with josh and sven didn’t require wristbands, but there was gonna be a line and time’s limited and they might (and they did) cut it off at some point. thankfully, the mall just opened (ish) and i got wristband #53 for adidas. score! i also confirmed thrice with the guy that as long as i have the wristband i can get in. nice!

after getting the wristband, i went up to get in line for t-mobile. thankfully, i was within the first 5 or so people so i can do both meet-and-greets!

multi-tasking! you love to hear it!

i met up with @simplyirenic​ and a guy named nick who we met at the hotel reception a few days before and chatted to pass the time. finally it was around 1:30 to 2pm and the mall was packed with bayern fans. it was sad to see people, especially little kids, trying to line up for adidas but had to be turned away since the wristbands ran out already.

after a few line games and waves with the t-mobile people, we finally got inside the store to start the meet. while i was waiting my turn and praying that my phone doesn’t die (i only had 8% battery life left at that point), i saw richie (one of bayern’s media guys) and some guy named greg (thought he was with bayern at first, but now i’m not sure) and told them my ulterior motive for the t-mobile thing. they understood and saw that i was about to pass out from fear and anxiety and told me they’d include the footage in the final video. they weren’t kidding sbfdsnmfbmfbdsmfdb (got a gif of it here)

so. it was finally my turn and sven hasn’t looked up yet since he was signing more cards and chatting with josh. i creeped up behind them and said “hallo!” josh was so cute and perky and said “hallo!” back. sven looked like he didn’t recognize me (thank god) but i just couldn’t let it pass so as we were having our pics taken, i put my hand on his back and mumbled (while trying to smile for the cameras): “hey, i don’t know if you remembered in the hotel earlier, but i’m really sorry. i meant to take a picture with you AND leon. sorry!” i don’t know if he remembered it at all or was just being nice, but all the same he said “no, it’s okay!”

i didn’t care. BLESS HIM! my day is saved! so we said cheese one last time before i left.

extra notes: i also wanted to tell him that his red card was BS but didn;t have time for that lmao. also josh is such an angel and his hair was so fluffy and blonde i wanted to die ;__;

i said goodbye to richie and greg and waited for nick (he also had a wristband) and we went down to get in line for adidas. while lined up i met more bayern fans (hello @zomgannalolz​​ and @alex-bregman​​!). fangirled with them for a bit (and showed them my niko ass videos from the night before sdjnhdnfbdn) and finally we were in! from afar, i could only see manu bc he was standing up (benji and thomas were sitting down) and he was wearing his bright watermelon keeper kit. finally my turn came and said hi to benji again. he signed my shirt (again; he already signed it at the hotel reception) and we took pics (again). SERVUS BENJI!

next up was manu (again)!

me: hi manu, it’s me again

manu: oh hello! the hotel right?

me: *dying that he recognized me and thinking about that near-knockout experience* yessssss

he signed my shirt (again lmao) and we posed for pics. he was so. freaking. tall. i put my arm around him and half my brain was floating and making observations:

1. wrow. he tall. as h e l l.

2. the keeper jersey has a different feel than the normal outfield player jersey. hmmm (scratchier and more... cellophane-y....?)

3. my face is literally pressed up against his right boob. n o i c e

4. my left arm is around his waist. i can feel nice ridges. holy shit. SI D E A BS !!!!!! *scream*

yeah, it was an out-of-body-experience. i also nearly forgot to take his autograph card but he subtly inserted it into my hand as i was leaving. I LUFF U MANU!!!!

it’s probably poetic that my meet-and-greet ended with thomas. he’s my favorite player and i have his jersey. first time he signed it it only had 4 other signatures (at the hotel reception), and the second time was earlier that day at the hotel (with him eating a huge ass banana). i came up to him and he was like “hey!” HE RECOGNIZED ME I JUST----

anyway, i tried to keep it cool and said “yeah it’s me again from the hotel lmao” and he was like “so do you want a third signature?” (he saw he already had two sigs in the jersey). i didn’t care and said “if you want to! i don’t mind!”he reviewed it and quietly said “wow” when he saw my almost-full bayern haul (my jersey was full of autographs by then) and said “let’s just put it up, yes?”

he wanted to put up my müller jersey! thomas freakin’ müller himself wanted to show my jersey! tbh it was a great idea lmao so i said “cool! okay!”

i was literally the happiest binch in the world!!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!! keep deuter-ing that raum, Raumdeuter!!!!!!!

in the end, with the exception of david (i’m sad, i really wanted pics with alabae), phonzie (saw him a couple times, but never got to him), renato (i always miss him for some reason!!!!), and c*man (i don’t really want anything from him anyway, except maybe goals, so doesn’t really count lmao), plus the other bayern kids, i got everyone!!!!!!

BEST. DAY. EVER. from despairing literally just the night before about wasting my one day extension, to unexpectedly getting more than i bargained for-- the ULTIMATE mega fan experience-- it was just insane. they’re all really nice and accommodating too! that’s how i know i support the best club ever (even if they’re such clowns sometimes but oh well lmao)

now, one last part to go. the actual best (and WORST) part of everything. if you’ve followed me for more than an hour then i don’t need to explain to you just how much i needed to get just ONE CRUMB of niko fucking kovac. and boy oh boy did i get a lil bit more than that......👀

[winnipegpatty]

like what you’re doing to me | two | s.m. series

a/n: yes let’s go! okay forreal this time though thank you @mendesmood for the instagram edits!!! <3 the ice cream picture is from sara_hara on IG, she’s beautiful. also, if you like this consider buying me a ko-fi (link on my page!)

Setting up a collaboration with Karli hadn’t been too hard considering Shawn didn’t have a whole lot going on right now outside of tour rehearsals. Andrew had wanted Shawn to set it up as soon as possible as to not lose some of the hype that had come along with his tweets and Karli’s video.

A ton of Twitter fans had already been speculating that they may be setting up a collaboration of some sort. And Andrew had given Shawn the go ahead to tease about it here and there, just to keep interest up. Which meant that Shawn and Karli had been flirtily tweeting each other all week. Nothing too crazy, but just here and there.

So now, about three and a half weeks since Shawn’s initial tweet from the airport, he was flying to LAX to create an unknown collaboration with Karli King. He’d left pretty much any and all specifics about the video up to her discretion, saying that he trusted her craft, whatever the fuck that meant. The truth was, Shawn didn’t know how to make a fucking Youtube collaboration. Sure, Shawn had started on Youtube. But Youtube years ago, was a completely different game than Youtube now. Shawn had recorded unedited, raw covers in his bedroom. And now, people were creating music that was just as produced and put together as his albums were. And they were putting out that content once or sometimes even twice a week. This was a world far removed from Magcon days. A loud cry from his vine days, and it was something that Shawn hadn’t the smallest inkling about.

But he hadn’t wanted to tell Karli that. He couldn’t seem like a fucking idiot to her before they’d even met.

Karli had sent over all the details of meeting spot and time and what not to Shawn’s cell (because now they had each other’s phone numbers, which was something Shawn doesn’t like to think about). And Shawn was just set to drop his things off at a hotel before meeting Karli King for the first ever time, and it was going to be...fine.

Shawn was nervous as hell. He never gets nervous, but goddamn he was nervous. He had butterflies constantly roaming his stomach, never giving him a moments peace. He felt like he had the jitters, his nervous habits that he’d abandoned long ago we starting to creep back in, and Shawn just felt completely on edge.

Why did he feel like he was about to me the fucking Queen of England?

It’s just Karli King.

Shawn hopped in an Uber, giving the address Karli had sent him, and decided it was time to clear is mind. He pulled out his phone, deciding to tweet something extremely ambiguous just to see the familiar flood of excited responses from the fans. He shot out just a quick little message saying “Today’s a big day!” and he waited.

It only took thirty seconds before he saw his mentions grow exponentially, filled with fans asking what was going on, if he could tell them anything, or requests to post pictures. Shawn replied to a handful of them, sifting through similar ones, finding the gems hidden in the rough.

You’ll see later. Coming soon. Pictures? Maybe, I’ll get back to you on that one ;)

Finally Shawn swiped off Twitter, entering his messages app and hitting Niall’s name.

Shawn: Hey, in LA for a few days. Hangout?

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Karli was insanely terrified. Not just because Shawn Mendes was coming to her house, but because of the video they were about to produce.

It’s not surprise that Karli is best known for her ten song mashups. It’s unique, and it’s what got her traction on the platform, garnering her over 5 million subscribers. But if you knew Karli, you knew this wasn’t what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She loved Youtube, absolutely. And her fans were incredible. But Karli wasn’t wanting to sing covers forever. She wanted to write and release her own music.

So Karli was taking a risk. A really big one, but is life really worth living without them?

Karli wasn’t stupid. She knew that no matter what she put out, a video with Shawn Mendes was guaranteed to get more views than most of her own content. His fan base was insanely huge, arguably one of the biggest in the world right now. So, if she was going to take a risk, this is where she was least likely to flop. Because Shawn Mendes would be holding her up.

And Shawn had given her complete creative control over the video content. Shawn didn’t know this yet, but today he was going to be learning and singing a Karli King original. She was completely terrified. What if he hated the song? Or wanted to do something else? Or completely backed out because he’d expected to be doing a ten song mashup?

Shawn didn’t really seem like the kind of person to bail, but she also had to admit that she doesn’t really know him 

But nevermind that, she didn’t have the opportunity to change her mind because Shawn would be here any minute.

She just hoped he liked it.

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Shawn showed up about five minutes early, donning a backpack and two guitar cases. Karli hadn’t specifically told him he’d be playing the guitar or anything, but he wanted to come prepared. So he’d brought an acoustic and an electric.

“Hey,” Karli had easily welcomed him into what looked to be her actual home.

Which, made sense. He, after all, had also recorded everything in his home too when he’d started out.

Karli’s platinum blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders, with a small portion of it tied back into a small bun on her head. She wore a yellow cropped Adidas hoodie and a pair of gym shorts. He feet were clad in fuzzy socks, and Shawn felt immensely overdressed in just his right black slacks and his loose fitting tee.

Karli led them down a hallway, “Bathrooms right here, if you need it.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “And this, is the studio.” She opened a door on the right to reveal an immensely beautiful space. Shawn actually gasped.

There was a mini grand piano in one corner of the room, and three guitars hanging on the wall near it. There was a desk with her producing equipment, an area for a camera set up, and a corner with microphones and music stands at the ready.

“Holy shit,” Shawn looked at Karli, “this is fucking legit.”

Karli laughed, and Shawn felt his heart stop. Her laugh was so mealoudious in video, but in real life it was angelic. He was never going to survive this day.

“It’s been a long time coming,” Karli responded. “I’ve spent years collecting this stuff.”

Shawn shook his head, “You could honestly to god record an entire album in this one room.”

Karli beamed at him, tugging on the drawstring of her hoodie, “That’s the goal.”

Shawn, who’d been busying himself with one of the guitars hanging up, turned completely shocked. “Really? You’re wanting to make your own music?”

She simply nodded her head shyly.

“Do you write your own songs?” Shawn asked, now completely invested in Karli, guitars all but forgotten.

“Well...actually, yeah. I’m going to show you one, for the video.”

Shawn’s eyes went wide, “You want us to sing one of your originals together?”

They spent the next few hours becoming accustomed to Karli’s original song, which she had titled ‘Why Won’t You Love Me’. Shawn absolutely loved the song. It had a sick beat, that they’d been playing around with on her computer. The electric guitar part was amazing, and their voices meshed so well on the chorus.

“Okay, the first verse is just going to be me and the guitar. So, then you just harmonize like that in the chorus and play the guitar, but then we’ll switch back on the verse. I’ll play the guitar. You’ll sing the second verse, which I will harmonize with. Then go into the chorus and bridge together.”

“Sounds perfect.” Shawn agreed.

Karli eyed Shawn for a moment, “Did you happen to bring that blue guitar in either of those cases?”

Shawn laughed, “Yeah, I did bring that blue guitar.”

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YouTube: Shawn Mendes and Karli King sing “Why Won’t You Love Me”

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Shawn: so do you like celebrate a video release?

Karli: i would say that’s the proper way to do it, eh?

Shawn: you wouldn’t be making fun of my Canadian heritage would you? just when i thought we had a good thing going.

Karli: i would never.

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Since the video’s release, Karli’s channel has been trending on YouTube for days. She’s gained a ton of subscribers, and people showed genuine interest in her music. It seems like a lot of her fans had been waiting for her to release her own music, which was a pleasant surprise.

On Shawn’s side of things, progress was a bit more difficult to track. What with him already having millions of fans, and pretty high activity every day whether there was something being released or not, new traffic was a bit harder to grasp. 

But Andrew continued to tell Shawn that all the press had been good. Karli’s song was huge, and she’d released a recorded version on iTunes without Shawn on it, that was doing really well on the charts. It seemed the media was viewing this as a “Shawn Mendes returns to his roots and pulls up  an up and coming Artist with him” sort of situation.

Shawn really couldn’t care less about the success or what it was doing to his fan base, as long as it was semi successful at least. Shawn wanted the success for Karli, but for himself he really hadn’t cared.

But what he had used this opportunity as was a way to continue communication with Karli, on a slightly more personal level. They’d moved past Twitter mentions and into the regular texting category of new friendships. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been flirting with her.

But if Shawn had thought he liked Karli before he’d met her, he was head over heels for her now.

He couldn’t get her off his mind. He’d simply never found someone more mindblowingly talented. The effort that she put into her music was inspiring to even Shawn. Her conversations were captivating, like she always had something on her mind.

Shawn was honestly surprised with how open she’d become with him so quickly. But he wasn’t going to be complaining.

After the video release, Shawn had returned home to continue tour rehearsals. Tour was set to start in about a month, and Shawn was ecstatic. He’d never been more excited to sing songs live that he was about these ones. And practicing the tour every day just made him more and more energetic.

On top of rehearsals, Andrew also had Shawn doing some writing sessions here and there, preparing to release a single mid tour. Writing sessions meant going to LA for a few days here and there. Most of the time he spent this time coupled up in a house with Teddy, putting together ideas until finally something good sticks and turns into something incredible.

But other times, like now, Shawn had a free night. Normally, when in LA, he’d first reach out to Niall, but he knew for a fact that Niall was in the UK running some promo with his golf company. Shawn was honestly a bit bummed out anytime he and Niall seemed to miss each other, one away while the other was in LA. It felt like a gross injustice on the universe’s part, to give Shawn a friend like Niall but then rarely allow them to see each other in person.

Twas the life of a rockstar, Shawn assumed.

Shawn needed something to do though because he was in one of those moods. Those moods he gets into when he’s too much in his head. When he needs someone else to pull him out of it, and remind him that there is life outside of his mind. These moods only had one fix: people. It never really mattered who, though Shawn preferred it to be a close friend. But frankly, those were often in short supply for Shawn, depending on which corner of the world he was in on any given day.

Despite knowing tons of people in LA, Shawn really only wanted to see one person.

And that scared him.

His writing session with Teddy today had been productive, but Shawn knew exactly why. Because he’d been thinking about a certain blonde. He’d been thinking back to their first meeting and just how nervous she’d made him. In a way no one ever had. And how even now, the idea of texting her and asking if she was free to hang out had his stomach in knots. Shawn wasn’t this kind of person. Sure, he wasn’t like smooth or anything when it came to the ladies, but he wasn’t one to become nervous. Performing made him nervous. Awards shows made him nervous. Girls don’t make Shawn Mendes nervous.

Until Karli King.

Should he text her? Call her? Were they on a calling basis? Probably not. Were they even on a casual hangout basis? Shawn had no idea. Maybe he just had to just do it. Just text her and not even look back or think about it. That probably seemed best, before Shawn got even further into his head and completely over thought the whole thing.

Shawn: Hey Karli. I’m in LA for a couple days, and have the night free. Want to get together?

That was a normal thing to send a friend right? Shawn went to the kitchen of the house the team was staying in for writing sessions, grabbing himself a beer to calm himself. He didn’t have to worry for long, before his phone was chiming with a message.

Karli: Hey! I’m out with some friends tonight, actually. We’re just bar hopping. Come join us!

Shawn wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to join a group of people he didn’t know on a bar hop run, but he knew he wanted to see Karli. And he knew he wanted to be around people, so I guess this was the option that checked off both of those boxes.

Shawn: just tell me when.

That may have been overeager 

Karli: We’re at Jeni’s now, won’t be going out for another hour or so. Come get ice cream!

Shawn smiled at the picture, wondering what ice cream flavor was her favorite, as he wait for the address of which Jeni’s they were at.

Shawn stumbled around the house, throwing on a YOUTH hoodie, and pulling on a pair of chelsea boots. Shawn had already called for an Uber by the time Karli had responded with the address. He answered her saying he’d been there in a few.

The butterflies in his stomach only amped up as he thought about how he was going to see her for the second time in just a matter of minutes.

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“Are you drunk?” Karli laughed, throwing her head back as they continued to dance together.

“What?” Shawn asked shocked, “No. I’ve only had two drinks. I’m not a fucking pansy.”

Karli laughed even harder at that, “Well, what do I know? I’ve never been out drinking with Shawn Mendes before.” She smiled up at him, “You just seem like you’re having a good time.”

Shawn smiled, bringing his hand around her waist as he moved against her body, “I am having a great time, Karli.”

“That’s really good.”

Karli slung her arms around Shawn’s neck, “I’m not drunk either, but I might be soon.”

___

Getting to know Shawn after their night together in LA was easy, almost natural. Karli found herself texting him almost constantly. They would share bits and pieces of their days with each other. She’d send him little sound bites of a song she was recording while he’d send her little videos of him and Teddy messing around with a beat.

It was fun and light, but Karli knew there was more coming. She could feel it in the way her cheeks widened at the sound of his voice, or the way she’d blush slightly before sending him a picture of her day. She could feel it in the way Shawn’s laugh echoed in her mind hours after a phone call had ended.

She wasn't going to do anything about it though because he was Shawn Mendes and that entailed a lot of things. A lot of things that Karli couldn’t pretend to know about. Dating Shawn wasn’t something that one casually did because he was a celebrity. There were contracts and paps and images involved. Karli wasn’t going to insert herself into that.

She couldn’t, not with the way her life was now. She was building a name for herself, and she wasn’t doing it on the back of someone like Shawn Mendes. The last thing Karli needed was accusations being thrown her way of using Shawn for his fame. She knew all about cancel culture, and one headline like that could literally end her career before it had even fully started.

So there Karli remained, the silent background friend of Shawn’s that no one knew about.

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Shawn: come to the zoo with me?

Karli: what? why are you going to the zoo?

Shawn: i want to see a kangaroo

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It was a Thursday morning, just a week before Shawn’s tour was going to start. His energy was through the roof, and he had to get it out somehow.

So he went to the zoo.

Karli has easily agreed, and they’d met up outside before starting the day together. It was fucking hot outside despite it being early March. Kids were in school, so the zoo was practically empty. Just like Shawn had hoped.

“Okay so,” Karli looked over Shawn shoulders, pushing up on her top toes. “Looks like the kangaroos are all the way at the back.” She pointed to literally the furthest place in the zoo.

Shawn clapped, “Well we better get moving then, if we are to make it to Australia by days end!”

Karli laughed, following Shawn as he moved down the walkway.

Turns out that seeing the kangaroos, really just meant Shawn wanted to see every animal in the entire zoo. He stopped and gazed at every single exhibit. Asking Karli which animals she liked best and which she identified most with. He’s randomly share the oddest facts with her.

“Did you know that a rhinoceros's horn is made of hair?”

“I did not know that, Shawn.”

Occasionally Karli would initiate the conversation, saying how she wished she could be a sloth, or maybe how she wonders how penguins don’t get cold.

Overall, it was the exact kind of day Karli wanted to spend with Shawn. Sharing stupid facts together, laughing at odd jokes, accidentally brushing fingers or shoulders a little too often to be truly accidental. It was perfect. It was peaceful.

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And they did finally see the kangaroos.

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[geekygoddesss]

World Cup

It’s World cup day, baby.

England is playing to day and the whole country will pause whatever they're doing today at the time the match starts, cause it’s not just any game, it’s the semi finals and it’s very freaking important. a one time chance and a game they can’t lose.

The whole country has their eyes on the team, but especially my boyfriend, Tom, who is a fair fan of football, just like me and this was just a big fucking deal. There was no way he was missing the game.

Naturally, since Tom was in London for the week, it was to be expected that he will invite all of his friends to watch the match, which was already sounding too fun in my head and even when the entire organizing took us a little while, between buying food and cleaning the place, the day was here and we were more than ready to watch the game.

People were starting to come in already. Tom’s twin brothers got here earlier than ever, His best friend too, His brother’s girlfriend was here, we were almost ready to go, some of our friends weren’t here yet, but I was excited for them to make it here and I was excited for this to start.

“Holy shit!” a boy’s voice yells from the kitchen as we sat on the living room around the TV and the snack, having a little chat before the line ups started. Sam comes out of the kitchen with hands full of beer bottles as he makes his way to us and leaves them on the table “You guys are insane” he said shaking his head as he opens a bottle for himself “That fridge is packed, Is this heaven?” he laughs in joy, drinking on his beer.

I know exactly what he is talking about, Tom and I spent about an hour or two of our life fitting beers in the fridge, kicking out a lot of the food we already had out of the fridge to fit alcohol and it was everywhere. There was no space in that fridge that had no beer in it and it was literally a drunk’s man paradise, right now.

“Keep it decent, boys, your mom wouldn’t want you kiddos drunk before the sun sets” I point at him jokingly and I wink at them, who do the total opposite and roll their eyes at me.

“Can you tell your girlfriend to shut up?” Says his twin brother, who is on the couch next to me, sitting down and taking the biggest sip off his drink.

“Don’t tell her to shut up, you ass” Tom laughs, hugging my side and leaning to kiss my forehead.

“You are not even allowed to say that, you are like a month younger than us” Sam fights me, sitting down right next to his girlfriend.

“Whatever” Says Harrison, from the other side of the couch, grabbing himself a beer “It’s coming home baby!” he celebrates making a ridiculous dance.

“Yeah yeah” I roll my eyes, leaning back on my spot and drinking my own beer.

Not that I wasn’t excited for the game. I was, Honestly, I was. But ever since all of my teams from America were just wiped away from the world cup, I felt kind of bad for them not being there, however, I tried to keep supporting the rest of the teams, but oh man, it wasn’t the same.

“You’re supposed to be excited” Tom whispers to me, pulling me closer to him. I look at his side with a raised eyebrow.

Oh, I forgot to mention. England wiped away my favourite team from the world cup a couple of days ago and I was crushed, which isn’t easy, having a boyfriend who’s english and living in england, I don’t know how I felt right now, but it was weird to be supporting the team who kicked yours out of the game, I felt like I was betraying someone.

“I am, but you cheered when my team lost so suck it up!” I say sarcastically as I shook my head.

“C’mon! It’s soccer” he says laughing a little, trying to ease up my mood  “Baby it’s just soccer” he repeats, pulling me closer to whisper in my ear  “Darling, you’re wearing an england jersey, own it, yeah? Have fun” he says, moving quickly to kiss my forehead before celebrating “It’s coming home”

“But I need my revenge” I fight back, totally not being in a bad mood, but still, being difficult, which was exactly how I was feeling right now. How could I be supporting my enemies after they kick us out of the world cup?. The team isn’t bad but still, this is not okay.

“I’ll let you have it, later, when we just have to watch local football” he says, as he’s trying to negotiate.

“Whatever” I shake my head before looking at him, face to face  “Let’s bet” I say with a challenging look “I bet you it’s not coming”

Harry is pointing his finger at me and saying “That’s evil” repetetaly

“You’ll lose” Tom says with a challenging smile and following my lead “How much?”

It only takes me a second to state my answer, not that I had it in mind already, but it’s really not that hard  “You’ll buy me a gift, a good one, no questions” I say, smiling proudly as I answer loud and clear.

“Okay, What if I win?” he says, making me chose the destiny of this bet. Oh boy, I was blank.

“Well- you don’t want me saying this in public” I say in a mysterious tone, making everyone look at us weird. I couldn’t see them, but I could feel the looks on me, it was weird. The thing is, I don’t know what to do for him if he wins, but I will figure it out.

“Got you” He says with a nod and a proud a smile.

And we seal it with a kiss. Done, it’s a bet, he’s going down. I was officially going to cheer for the opposite team, in a room full of english people and wearing an english jersey. I was the embodiment of the devil.

I look around the room. Just in a couple of seconds, no one is paying attention to us anymore but Tom’s brother is, he is looking at me all weird, his arms crossed in front of his chest as if he’s waiting for an explanation.

“Anything to say, Harry?” I ask him, copying his expression and raising an eyebrow at him.

“You guys are gross” He says, taking his eyes away from us and looking at the TV.

“Thanks” I laugh as I shake my head.

The TV sound is suddenly on and everyone’s eyes are in it. The game was about to start and I was nervous, not gonna lie, but there is literally no turning back now. Let this bet begin.

                                                        ***

“Oh man, I’m nervous” Harrison said, rubbing his hands together and lean in closer like if he wanted to be closer to the TV.

The game has been going for a while and right now everything seemed like the game was going to be a tie. England just scored and everyone just jumped in happiness, but the other team has also scored before and everyone had their nerves to the top. Of course, Tom hasn’t lost a chance to tease me various times, telling me I was going to lose, and I didn’t miss my chance to tell him he was going down.

However, I still feel a little bit mean for doing this bet. I wanted England to win, but at the same time, I wanted to win too. It’s complicated.

“Bruh, I have the chills” Tom answered, agreeing with his friend and rubbing his arms like if he really had the chills “This is awful, I need another beer” He announced, moving his eyes from the TV for the first time in hours and palming my thigh before going for another beer for us.

“I am going to win!” I call after he leaves, with a big teasing smile on my face.

“Nope, I refuse to believe we’re losing, there’s no way” Harrison says shaking his head repeatedly and clapping with his hands “Positive thoughts guys”

“It’s coming home!” Yells from the kitchen as he comes back, fighting me, as usual.

I turn around and pull out my tongue at him, doing a funny face “I am going to win”

“You wish” he points at me, reaching my side and pinching my cheek before jumping in a quick jump to the spot next to me “Watch me win”

                                                        ***

“I can’t watch, I can’t” Tom squirmed in the sofa, sliding his body down dramatically as he covered his hands with both hands  “Aghhhh” he groaned loudly.

The game has been going on longer than expected now and England was losing, they had the chance to score one more time, but there is just not time now, the game is about to end and the pressure is on, the other team was winning and it was the end.

“It’s just football, darling” I said in a mocking accent and I laughed. I was nervous for the team too, but I was just enjoying winning this bet so much, I couldn’t help myself.

“Shush” He shushed me, moving his hands to my lips  “I love you but this is too much for me” He said as the final whistle sounds on the TV and the game is now finished. I win.

“I guess the other team deserves it” I say, my voice muffled by his hands as I take them away “They played a good match”

Tom rolls his eyes and lets his body fall across my lap, covering his eyes with his arms as he sinks on his defeat.

“How can this- How?” Sam says with his mouth open, not believing what just happened.

“I demand a second chance” His twin says in a demanding tone, clearly in a phase of negation “I mean, This was just like a rehearsal” He shrugs.

“Oh yeah, call FIFA, they’ll totally agree with you” I laugh, rolling my eyes as his statement. It was a really good match, the other team did great and deserve to be in the finals. oh, and I win.

Tom is still in the same position as a couple of seconds ago, he is not saying anything and covering himself from the world as the narrator of the game talks in the background.

“Babe” I say, shaking his body a little.  

“Shush” He tries shushing me again but fail.

“I win” I whisper at him teasingly and showing him the biggest smile I can.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t ya?” He says, pecking a little from the top of his arm and giving me a fake glare.

I am not gonna lie, this was kind of fun.

“Yes and no” I laughed, squeezing his side a little, watching him squirm  “I cried when your team won and you laughed” I fought him as he got up and sat properly.

“You weren’t crying in pain and I was happy” He defends himself, pouted at me a little “You were laughing like five minutes after that”

“Still” I pout back, leaning my head on his shoulder and whispering in his ear. “I win”

“Ugh, Fine” he says shaking his head at me “You’re mean, you’re like the devil wearing adidas” he says squeezing on my side just like a did to him a couple of seconds ago and making me jump in surprise just a little.

“Someone Is overreacting” I tease, nudging him softly.

“You’re mean!” Tom exclaims, again, fake glaring at me.

“You’re really evil” Harrison agrees with a smile on his face at everything that was going on right now. They were all defeated, but screw it, we were all having a good time.

Tom shakes his head and grabs his almost full beer from the table as he gets up. Someone turns the TV off and everyone just breaks to comment on the match, except for me, who just sits there saying nothing as I see my boyfriend go and grab another beer. However, he comes back with a whole lot of beers, enough for everyone here. he sets them down on the table and grabs his own, before offering one to everyone else.

We’re all going to drink to forget, I guess. Except for the fact that I won’t let him get drunk, but he can try.

“I guess it’s not coming home fellas” he says lifting his beer to everyone else  “Cheers”

And he’s damn right.

It’s not coming home.

[significantfoliage]

911, S3 E9:

- A FUCKING METEOR, SERIOUSLY??

- okay I love miserable meteorite victim, she's funny 🤣

- I know Hen is talking her trauma but imma focus on her sweater and how Beautiful it is!!!

- so glad we finally have another therapy scene, we haven't seen one since season 1 and they really need it

- I hope Frank becomes a recurring and consistent character, like Sweets did in Bones

- HELL YEAH JUDGING BUCK FOR SLEEPING WITH HIS THERAPIST SCENE 🤣

- Holy Fuck. Okay, May's college essay has actually been the biggest twist in the show for me, mouth agape, heart skipping a beat. That's crazy!!

- oh Michael is gonna be in So Much Trouble

- oh jeez Karen recovering by taking care of Hen, is this gonna become a cycle with them?

- I WANT TO HEAR BUCK SING EYE OF THE TIGER

- I don't trust this Tara call for some reason

- DID TARA KILL HER HUSBAND

- well she got close. I do not envy the lawyers who get wrapped up in This case. Wife shoots abusive husband and calls her ex-stalker. That's a lot!!

- love Tara being like "you're heathy and free now" to the woman who stalked her cause of her own trauma

- whomst is Stacey???

- ohhhh her life coach! I forgot her lol

- where they did they find these plaid fabric adidas sweat pants???? I'm Obsessed!!! WAIT, it's a whole sweat suit, AAAAA

- TARA DONT GO BACK THERE AAAA, not everyone gets to be billboard lady

- SKSJSKSKSJ the 118 truly does tell each other Everything, I love it

- I'm so glad we're getting a full apology from Buck!! I really wanted that.

- okay these dangling fair lights are gorgeous

- the word serendipity should not come up this often

- Hen's outfits this episode are So Good, this super loud cheetah print?? Amazing

- oooo the white flames from the radioactive stuff, v cool!!

- LIQUID NITROGEN TRUCK???

- COBALT-60?????

- May's little bravery speech just seems inaccurate? He told people because of the fire, idk if he'd have done so otherwise

- DAMN this is a KILLER parenting moment, Athena is killing this!! She's had some interpersonal drama with other adults but she's a really good parent

- HOLE HUMOR SKSJSKSKSJ

- ohhhh okay he went on to bad mouth the company, accurately, okay, brave driver indeed!

[maxhoemo]

Joji and the Pussycats

im sorry idk how to write people writing music so I just made this instead...

(it’s literally cc in the josie and the pussycats world its so dumb)

“Another gig, another shit payment... Sometimes I wonder why we even try...” Max sighed, packing up his guitar.

“Come on Max. We play music cause we love it. It’s not about getting rich,” Joji countered.

“Sure, I know...But we need something! It’s just so unfair, I don’t want to work at the record store my whole life....”

“Well...” Ian tried. “We’re out here, playing. We’re putting ourselves out here, we’ve got our stuff online. What else can we really do?” 

“Guess you’re right....” Max frowned, as Ian pulled their van into the driveway of their shared house. They unloaded their equipment back into the house, Max feeling disappointed and frustrated. 

---

Meanwhile! At Cancerous Trash Music Inc.

“I can’t believe this!” The blonde executive screamed into her phone. “You killed another band! Was it at least on purpose this time!?”

“Tana, relax. I did what had to be done...”

“Yeah, great going, Keem! We don’t have a goddamn band for the Arena Show! And we cannot afford another TanaCon disaster!”

“Well, I mean, that was mostly your fault...”

“Shut the fuck up! If you don’t find a new band within 24 hours I am going to break both your legs!” 

--- 

“Oh hey Chad, nice of you to show up...” Max glared as Chad and Jack came strolling threw the front door.

“What’s your problem?”

“You’re our manager, cunt...” Ian chastised. “You’re supposed to at least show up to our shows!”

“Well, Jack and me we’re busy...” he defended.

“Yeah, buying matching pink outfits by the looks of it...” Joji snarked. While they weren’t exactly matching, both guys were dressed in various shades of pink.

“Pink is the new yellow,” Jack shrugged.

“Ugh. You two have more money then you know what to do with....” Joji shook his head.

“So, Ian...” Jack started. “Given any more thought to me maybe joining the band?”

“Uhh.... Well, jeez, Jack. You don’t play anything or anything, you know?” Ian tried to be polite, but it was difficult.

“Yeah, I know. I was thinking I could be a dancer for you guys! Check this out!” Jack gave the band an enthusiastic dab.

“Hey...That’s...Pretty good.... We’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay, Ian,” Jack smiled at him.

“Look guys, don’t go crowing at me for being a bad manager or whatever. Check out what I just got you guys from City Hall. A busking permit!”

“Busking?” Max asked. “You want us to go play out on the street corner for change like we’re bloody homeless or something?”

“Well Max, you already look the part,” Jack quipped. 

---

“I’m nervous about this...” Ian admitted. Driving the van, the group were headed to a meeting with Cancerous Trash Music Inc. “The guy barely heard us play. He spotted us on the street-corner and offered us a record deal...”

“It seems a little suspicious...” Joji admitted.

“But Ian,” Max interjected. “You said we have to make things happen for ourselves, and we did... What do we have to lose?”

“We either become huge stars, or we’re right back where we started,” Joji said. 

“There’s always the possibility we become moderately successful.”

----

“Alright, these guys are fucking perfect I swear! They’ve got a great look. They’ll look great on the cover of J-14 or some shit.”

“Look, I know you aren’t good for much with your minuscule little pee-sized brain, but I hope to fucking god that these three dumb cunts are in the fucking studio!”

“O-on their way right now!”

“Good! Record a fucking song and shove it on the air! I’ve got a meeting with some failing old media morons!” Tana slammed down her phone.

----

Max was taken aback. He had never been in a recording studio like this before. It was pristine, everything was brand new. It was too perfect, as if it were artificial or something. “Wow...” he whispered under his breath. 

“It’s all state of the art,” Keem said. “Latest greatest technology, boooiiii!”

“What does it sound like?” Joji asked. 

“Well, go on and play something fella’s. I’ll show you!” The executive crossed his arms over his chest, giving the trio a confident, and slightly unnerving smile.

Still, the boys picked up the brand new instruments that were provided and played one of their songs. Just some silly breakup song they had written back in high school. It was one of their oldest, so they had it perfected at this point. 

“And now, we’ll play it back...” Keem grinned. The boys followed him over to the sound board. 

“Holy shit...” Ian exclaimed, listening to the playback. He had never heard them sound so clear and....Huge... It was nothing compared to the GarageBand laptop recordings they’d done at home. 

“I want a Big Mac…”

Ian looked over at his friend who had suddenly spoken. “Max, you’re a vegetarian...”

“I know, but I just want one!” 

“Okay….” Joji agreed, nodding his head to the music. “As long as we can stop by Foot Locker for a new pair of green Tretrons!”

“Jerkin’ Tretrons are the new Adidas!” Ian exclaimed. 

“Yeah, sounds like that’s working really nicely....” Keem grinned, turning the sound off.

As soon as he did, Ian clutched his head, looking over at his two friends. Like him they looked slightly dazed.

--

“Two weeks ago, nobody knew who the fuck you were. And now you have a number one hit song?” Jack asked, looking Max up and down suspiciously. “It seems a little suspicious...”

“Suspicious? That’s the business!” Keem exclaimed from the background. Jack just rolled his eyes.

“You’re only jealous.” Max answered. “You’ve always wished you were in the band, and now you see us have a little success, and you wanna ruin it...”

“Whatever,” Jack dismissed. “I’m just saying. I turn on the radio, there’s Max. I go outside, there’s Max on a billboard or an advert. Max on TV, Max all over the front page of YouTube....”

“Oh god, are you jealous!” Max laughed.

“Alright ladies, enough yammering. Time for everyone to shut their pussy-hole’s!”

“Well, I don’t know about these guys but I don’t have a pussy hole...” Joji started, but was quickly cut off by Keem again.

“You guys have to get ready for your record release party! Tana went all out, and she cannot wait to meet you guys. She has been talking non stop about this party for Max and Joji.”

“What about me?” Ian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Huh...” Keem glanced at his phone, pretending to check something. “No, doesn’t look like you were invited, Ian. Well, I guess you can tag along too if you really want.”

“What about us?” asked Chad.

“No.”

--

“Wow, Max...You look amazing...” Ian was a bit taken aback when he met Max at the party.

“Thanks...” he laughed nervously. “I mean, they sent this outfit over....”

“Yeah, but...You wear it well....”

“So, did you guys meet Tana yet?”

“Yeah,” Joji answered. “She’s nuts.” 

Ian nodded in agreement. “She gives me this...creepy feeling, I don’t know, I can’t explain it.”

“I kind of get that same feeling from everyone here...” Joji added. “It’s all so...Fake...”

“It’s more than that,” Ian went on. “All these people we’ve met in the city, all our fans, everyone, they’re all such sheep. They all dress the same. They talk the same...”

“Well...People are usually sheeps...” Max countered.

“I know. But... I’ve just been thinking. When we did that fan meet and greet, nobody could tell us why they liked our music. They all just liked it. No personal story, no connection.  Just ‘Deadly Twister is the new Boyinaband’.”

“Boyinaband? I know that name...” Max said. “He’s that musician from YouTube. He was so big. And then he died in that plane crash....”

“Deadly Twister is the new...” Joji muttered to himself. “That reminds me of something... When we recorded in the studio for the first time...Remember Ian? You said something just like that. We all did.”

“Yeah... That was so weird...”

--

“Why are those two asking so many questions?” Tana sneered, tapping her long fingernail on the desk as she watched her security footage. “I don’t like that... I want them taken care of... Max is the star anyways. Those two snoop dogs are dead weight and dead meat!”

“Tana... I don’t think Max will play without his friends.”

“Oh no? Well Keem, I think we might persuade him...”

--

“Ian...” he heard someone whisper from behind him as he was trying to sleep. “Ian... Get up...”

“What’s going on...” He rolled over, seeing Jack at the edge of his bed. “What are you doing?”

“I saw someone...”

“Huh?” Ian asked, taking his glasses from the nightstand and putting them on. 

“Someone is creeping around in the hotel room... I’m scared...” he pouted.

“Shit...” Ian rolled out of bed. He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Oh, Ian, I’m scared!” Jack clung to Ian as they checked the room. “Hold me...”

“Be quiet!” Ian whispered. 

“Hua! Did you hear that?” 

Ian nodded. He looked around for the source of the sound, just as he did, a crash was heard from inside the closet. Ian signalled for Jack to be quiet, tip toeing over to the closet and opening it with a creak. Something was moving under a coat on the ground, but nothing big enough to be a person. He pulled off the coat, annoyed at what he saw. “Goddammit Jack! It’s just your dog!”

“Oh, Klondike! You useless mutt! You ruined everything!” Jack pouted.

“What are you talking about?”

“I told you it wouldn’t work...” Chad smirked, emerging from the kitchenette.

“What the fuck?” Ian questioned.

“Jack wanted to play damsel in distress.”

“Shut up, Chad!” Just as he was about to speak again, the three heard another loud crash. “What was that?”

“Jack...”

“It wasn’t us!” Chad assured.

Ian raised a brow. “It came from the bathroom....”

Ian cautiously opened the door, Jack cowering behind him. He looked around, seeing nothing. He switched on the light. Luckily the bathroom didn’t have any hiding spaces, so it was obvious nobody was there. At least, not anymore.

“Shit, look!” Chad pointed.

“A message on the mirror!” Jack exclaimed.

Ian looked over, taking a few steps towards it. Huge letters, written using the bar soap. “Beware the music...” he read.

“What does that mean...?”

“I don’t know.... But I’m going to find out...”

---

“Alright, hope you’re ready for your press conference!”

“Press conference?” Max asked. “I wasn’t...”

“No, no, no,” Keem interrupted. “Not you, Max. Just Joji and Ian. You know, Tana’s idea. She thinks the public needs to get to know your backup a  little better.”

“Backup?” Ian questioned. 

“Look, let’s not get caught up in semantics. There’s a car waiting downstairs, come on, you’re gonna be late.” 

“Hang on...” Joji protested.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’ll be wardrobe at the studio, come on,” he insisted, practically shoving the two of them out the door.

“So...Do I have the day off then?” Max asked.

“Not exactly. Here, just one thing you need to do,” Keem smiled again, that smile that made Max unnerved. “I just need you to listen to the demo for your new single.” He took an ipod shuffle from his pocket, handing it to Max.

“Oh...Well, Okay... What exactly am I listening for...?”

“Just listen very carefully. Trust me, you’ll get the idea.”

---

“What the fuck is going on?” Joji asked, looking around at the barron location they’d been dropped off at. 

“This is just an empty warehouse.”

“I’ve got a really bad feeling about this, Ian...”

“Me too. Like, I never got the chance to tell you. Last night, there was this message written on the bathroom mirror. But in the morning, it was gone.”

“What did it say...?”

“It said-”

“Hey dudes, what’s up!?” 

Joji and Ian turned around. “Jake Paul?”

“Ricegum?”

“You’re the guys they sent to interview us...?”

“Oh man, it’s Ian and Joji!” Jake shouted.

“You guys have like, the most popularist band in the world,” Rice added.

“What? You mean most popular?” Ian asked.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s the word...”

“I don’t get it...” Joji told them. “Why here? There’s no camera....No nothing....”

“Well, that’s the funniest part,” Jake laughed. “We weren’t exactly sent here to interview you.”

“We were sent here to kill you.”

Later that night...

Max was sitting in an arm chair. The new single sounded pretty good. In fact, he couldn’t seem to stop listening to it. God, no wonder he was such an overnight success. He was good. 

“Max!”

Max jumped, pulling the earbuds from his ears. Joji and Ian bursting through the door obviously giving him quite a shock.

“What’s going on?”

“Max, Jesus Christ!” Joji panted. “Jake Paul and Ricegum just tried to kill us. And I know that sounds like a joke, but that literally just happened.”

“I think it has something to do with our music. The mirror. Last night. Did Jack and Chad tell you?”

Max only blinked. Giving the two a skeptical look before finally speaking. “...Why did they let you two in here?”

“What...?”

“Max! Are you even listening!?” Ian demanded. 

“Yes, Ian... I am listening very carefully. And do you know what I hear? I hear someone glomming on to my talent, and my credit... Our music, Ian? I basically write everything!”

“No, you don’t.” Ian said bluntly. “Someone tried to kill us. We had to steal one of their lambos to get away. What the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Nothing is wrong with me. You two on the other hand... Your days are numbered, you know.”

“Max, you’re starting to scare me...” Joji took a step back.

“Ian. How long do you really think you can keep up the act? You’re replaceable. Bass players are a dime a dozen, and you’re not even one of the better ones. I’m the face of the band. I’m the one with the talent. I’m the one with the looks. I don’t even know why I brought you along.”

“So that’s how it is, Max? What? Keem and Tana finally get to you? Or is this how you’ve felt all along?”

“Ian. I don’t need you. I never needed you. Now get out of my hotel room before I call security.”

“Fine!” Ian spat, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

“Max...?” Joji asked. “Why are you doing this...? We have more important things to worry about....”

“Oh, what’s the matter George? Is the little emo boy gonna cry? Go on, Joj. Cry for us. Oh, I’d love to see it one last time. One last time just for fun.”

“Shut the fuck up, Max.”

“You talentless fucking loser. I can’t believe you convinced me to keep you around all these years...”

“I’m going to find Ian.”

“Good. I hope you never come back.”

--

“How’s Max doing?” Tana asked, grin crossing her face.

“Oh, he’s just perfect now,” Keem smiled. 

“Excellent! I don’t want anything coming in the way of this arena show! This is bigger than coke, Keem! Bigger than maxi pads or tide pods! Tomorrow night these kids will be exactly where I want them!”

--

Max was glad Ian and Joji were gone! He didn’t need them! He never did! He strutted down the street, ipod in his ears. He’d never felt this confident in his life. It was probably Ian and Joji holding him back all this time.... Sure, he was glad they weren’t dead. He guessed. But as far as he was concerned, they may as well have been. As Max walked along, he suddenly felt someone grab him from behind. He let out a scream. “Let go of me!” he kicked and flailed, doing everything he could to get away. When he finally broke free, he bolted down the sidewalk as fast as his feet could possibly carry him. He ran, looking straight on ahead. Not looking down, his foot hit a raised edge of concrete, causing him to come crashing to the ground. 

He stayed there for a moment, in shock. His hands has scraped across the sidewalk from breaking his fall. His headphones lay on the ground, as well as his wallet. The contents spilled over onto the streets. Quickly, he began to gather them up and put them away. Money, keys, credit card, busking permit...Wait, why did he still have that? He paused for a moment, looking at it. 

This busking pass gives permission to Max Stanley, Ian Carter and Joji Miller....

Max blinked. It was only dated two weeks ago.... “Max...Ian...Joji...” he read aloud to himself. He put it away, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket. Then he looked at the ipod lying on the ground. He could hear the music faintly as it blasted from the headphones. The sound made him nauseous. He picked up the device and threw it out into the street. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stood and dusted himself off. As he did so, he came face to face with a billboard across the street. ‘Deadly Twister Twist of Lime Pepsi!’ He looked up into the faces smiling back at him. Fuck... 

---

“Ian!? Joji!?” Max called, bursting into the hotel room. He looked around. Nobody but Chad and Jack. “Where the hell are Ian and Joji!?”

“Since when do you care?” Jack asked. “I heard what you said, diva cunt...”

“Look. Something is going on! Joji and Ian are in trouble, and I have to get to the bottom of this! Chad, Jack! You two are gonna help me, come on!”

---

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in the studio this late...” Chad said warily.

“I don’t care...” Max groaned. The three sat at the mixing board, Max fiddling with different switches and sliders. “There’s something on this track. I know it...I was listening to it and...There’s something about it...”

“What? It sucks?” Jack asked.

“Ugh...” Max groaned in frustration, turning down the volume on the vocals but hearing nothing. He turned down the guitar, then the bass, then the drums and the background vocals until all he heard was silence.

“Great sleuthing, Sherlock Homo....”

“I swear to God, Jack...There’s....” He blinked, and he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye. Something on the monitor was still flashing. Moving up and down. Arching a brow, he scanned the mixing board. Finding only one slider that wasn’t completely at the bottom, he turned it all the way up. As he did, an off-putting, stunting and nasally voice filled the room.

“Freedom is slavery! Conformity is freedom! Deadly Twister is the most rockin’ band in the world!”

“Oh my God...” Jack let out. “I know that voice...That’s... That’s Top15! How the hell did you get him to put this on here!?” He demanded. “You slept with him!”

“Shut up! I didn’t put this on here! Tana did....To brainwash us....”

“You need an H&M vintage tee! Ethan Klein is the new Pewdiepie!”

“I want a vintage tee...And Ethan Klein...”

“Chad!”

“Sorry, it’s just...That voice... It’s so strange, yet...Hypnotic!”

“Exactly! This is why! Everyone dressing alike, talking alike, buying shitty products! They’re selling all this shit through the music!”

“...Deadly Twister is the most rockin’ band in the world!”

“They’re selling us through our music! Well, it stops here! They can’t control people like this! It’s wrong! It’s evil! And Tana... Tana is gonna pay!”

“Oh...Am I now?”

“Shit...It’s Tana...” Chad squaked. 

“Fuck!”

--

“God, Max, you almost got me...” Tana smirked sarcastically. Leading her muscular goons, Max, Chad and Jack in their grip, across the basement of the arena. “Take those two and tie them up over there..” She pointed with a manicured nail, the men leading Jack and Chad away.

“Where are Joji and Ian!?”

“Don’t worry. They’re safe. At the moment...” She laughed.

“What are you gonna do to them!?”

“That all depends on you, cupcake...” She patted his cheek. “Keem!” With a shout and a snap of her fingers, Keem emerged. Ian and Joji bound by their wrists, and lead out by a tight grip to their shoulders.

“Get your hands off me, cunt!”

“Shit Ian, it’s Max!”

“Max!?”

“Ian! Joji!”

“So Max, are you going to co-operate? Or is Deadly Twister going to have to meet the same fate as Dave and Pewdiepie...”

“Pewdiepie...?” Ian asked. “Pewdiepie’s dead...!?”

“Oh, very shortly!” Tana laughed. “Special request from our new client, the Wall Street Journal! In fact, I think I’ve got a late breaking news story about it! Keem...”

He switched on a nearby flatscreen. “What is up, you beautiful bastards? Some really sad news to start off with, unfortunately. Pewdiepie was found dead late last night...”

“See, Maxy?” Tana cooed. “Philly-D here is a good little cupcake. He does what he’s told. And Maxy, I think you should too. Otherwise, well... I think Phil provided us with another advanced news story, huh Keem?”

“Oh, I think you’re right...”

“Ian Carter and Joji Miller, brutally murdered in their dressing rooms.... Police have already confirmed their manager Chad Roberts as the culprit...”

“What!? Why me!?”

“I don’t like you,” Tana shrugged.

“...Max Stanley has yet to release a statement on the tragedy....”

“Well, Max...” Keem grinned. “What is your statement? Did you always know Chad was so unstable? Will you be releasing a memorial album in tribute to your friends?”

Max glared at his captives. “What do you want...!?”

“Simple, dollface. Just go out there, and play the show. It’s the last thing I need you for.”

“Why don’t you just get a new band, and let us go home?”

“You can go back to your shit lives after, I promise. But it’s too late to get a new band. It has to be you, Max.”

“It doesn’t matter...” Max looked over. It was Ian who spoke. “Your threats won’t work, so you might as well kill us. He doesn’t care what happens to us.”

“Ian, that’s not true!” Max shouted. “It wasn’t me, okay!? I didn’t mean anything I said! It was the single! The music! It has subliminal messages, that’s how they’re able to control everyone!”

“Of course! That’s why I wanted those ugly shoes!”

“Beware the music....” Ian paused, the pieces falling into place. “...Oh God, Max, I’m sorry!”

“Yeah, very touching...” Keem rolled his eyes. “I’m tired of all this time wasting!”

“Me too! Someone get me some of that fat cunts hair to plant on these two before we kill them!”

“No! No! I’ll do it, okay!?”

“Good to hear...”

---

Max returned minutes later, after being whisked away to hair and wardrobe. 

“Alright Max, ready for your big night? You’re finally a star! Doesn’t it feel great!?”

“Tana...” Max sneered. “You’re gonna have a difficult time with your secret messages once your secret’s out...”

“Oh, please! Who the hell would listen to the insane ramblings of some paranoid, Aussie cunt!?”

“We will!” A voice echoed off the walls. Tana and Keem turned to the source.

“Who the hell are you?” She demanded.

“Someone you thought you’d gotten rid of....”

“Fuck!” Joji shouted. “It’s that Dave guy! I thought you died in a plane crash!”

“So did I!” Tana spat. “What the fuck, Keem!?”

“Oh no, I never boarded that plane. I overslept.”

“Keem!! You fucking idiot, you told me he was dead!”

“You two have to stop with the assassinations...” Another voice rang out. That Swedish accent was unmistakable. The two stepped out of the shadows.

“How the fuck did he get out!?”

“It doesn’t matter! I’m not dealing with these two right now! Congrats, you survived! You shouldn’t have come back, but I’ll have to finish you two off later!” The two turned back to Max, who had taken the opportunity to untie his friends. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve got them, Tana...” Keem grabbed Ian by the arm, who quickly gripped him by the wrist with his other hand. Pushing him backward, he punched him hard in the stomach.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long...” Ian smirked.

Tana immediately put her two goons up against them, but Ian, Max, Joji, Chad, Jack, Dave and Felix managed to take down the group in an epic fight scene I’m not going to write because I can’t write fight scenes but trust me it’s pretty cool.

“That’s it Max, you’re finished!” Tana screeched, grabbing a guitar and swinging it above her head like a weapon. Max put his hands up in defence, taking a few steps backwards.

“W-what are you gonna do...? Kill me with the guitar!? Who’s gonna go out there and sing!? You need me, remember!?”

“Need you? Muffin, I created you... And believe me, I can destroy you!” She swung the blunt instrument hard at Max’s head, who dodged just in time. Instead, hitting the sound system behind him. “Oh, no no no...” A loud hiss and feedback emanated through the room.  “Keem! Fix it!!”

“Oh god...” Joji covered his ears at the sound. Before anyone could do anything, Top15′s secret message began to ring out.

“Shit....” Tana muttered.

“Tana, is the most coolest, hottest girl in the world!”

“What the fuck....?” Chad muttered.

“Most coolest?” Joji asked.

“Well, it’s the Top15 guy...” Max shrugged.

“Everybody wants to be just like Tana Mongoo!”

“No, no, you aren’t doing it right!” Tana’s own voice came over the speakers. “It’s pronounced Mojo! Do it like this! Every guy wants Tana so bad, and all you girls, you wish I was your best friend! Everyone wants to dress like me, they think I’m hilarious! My abrasive attitude is charming! Not disgusting or anything like that at all! I’m the prettiest, and the most smart! TanaCon was the funnest ever! You wanna go back every year!”

“That’s the secret message that you wanted to send out?” Max asked in disbelief. “That you’re cool!?”

“Shut the fuck up! You’re so pretty and talented! You have no idea what it’s like... To be mocked and ridiculed your whole life!” For the first time, the blonde seemed to be showing some form of vulnerability. In fact maybe a little too much. “All I ever wanted was to be popular! Tell me, is that so bad!?”

“But you’ve been conspiring against the whole world to do it!” Ian shouted. “You’ve been manipulating people, killing! You’re a total sell out on top of it! You’re no better than anyone who’s bullied you! In fact, you’re actually a lot worse, considering....” he gestured around the room. “...All this...”

“Uhhh, Ian...” Jack questioned. “I’m lost. What exactly is the point you’re tryng to make? I mean, what’s the moral of the story here?”

“I think the moral of the story is...” Chad spoke up, “...That we should be happy with who we are. This whole time we’ve been spending money on expensive clothes to try and impress people? Never made me happy. No! Happ - -Oh, my God…..Happiness is on the inside! I’m not this.” He ripped off his shirt, throwing it on the ground with force. “ I’m not what I wear. I’m not what I wear!”

“Wow. That’s beautiful Chad,” Joji smiled.

“What the fuck is going on here....?” a man in a suite asked, coming across the entire scene.

“Who the fuck is this?” Felix questioned. 

“I’m Agent Smith, I’m with the government.”

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” Max ran up to him. “Tana and Keem over there, have been using their music to brainwash people. To make them buy things and think things....”

“....What!?”

“Oh come on,” Keem laughed nervously. “You guys knew about this the entire time...”

“No, no, I can assure you the government knew nothing of any brainwashing... You two are under arrest...”

“They totally knew...” Ian shook his head, watching the two record moguls be dragged away. 

“Now what?” asked Max.

“Well...” Chad, now completely naked, came up between the two and put an arm around each of them.��“I think you’ve got a show to play...”

---

Max looked out into the crowd. The biggest crowd he had ever seen. He looked to Ian, then to Joji. They smiled at him with encouragement. Taking a deep breath, he stepped up to the microphone. “Umm...Wow...Hi...” The crowd cheered. But Max frowned. They’d all been manipulated. “Umm... I know...I know you guys came out because you heard something on our album that you liked....” They cheered again. “Well... We’re gonna play something different tonight. It’s cool if you like it, it’s okay if you don’t. Just...Decide for yourselves...” As Max started up the first few chords to a new song they’d recently written, his friends soon followed. The crowd seemed unsure at first, but before long they seemed to get into the groove of the song. Max couldn’t believe it. They liked them for them!

As the song came to a close, the crowd was losing it. Screaming, jumping up and down with pure excitement. “Max, Max!” Ian shouted into his microphone. He looked just as hopped up as the crowd.

“Yeah?”

“I have to tell you something! I don’t know when else, or how else to tell you! But I feel really fucking good right now so I’m gonna say it! Max... I love you!”

The crowd erupted in cheers. 

“Ian!? I love you too! I always have!”

“Oh wow... I never thought you felt the same!”

“Of course I do!” Stepping forward, bass still in hand, Ian kissed Max the best he could in their position. Again, the crowd cheered. Max just grinned in shock disbelief.

“Ohhhh....!” Jack whaled, watching the scene unfold on stage. “it isn’t fair...”

“Hey...”

Jack looked up, Felix now by his side. “Hey...”

“You know, I always thought you were pretty cute...” he said, placing his arm around Jack.

Jack grinned. “Same to you...”

“Do all ya’ll motherfuckers want another song!?” Joji screamed into his mic. The crowd shrieked. 

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Max practically jumped in place. “Joji fucking Miller on the drums! Ian mother-fucking Carter on bass!”

“And this bitch on guitar is the love of my goddamn life! Max Mother FUCKKkkkker!!!”

And they all lived happily ever after. Probably. Maybe. I’m not sure. But probably.

[mak-and-linds-dolan-blog]

Distraction - Grayson Dolan

For: Lindsey

Written by: Makenzie

Disclaimer: This blog is for our personal use & fan fics. You may use your imagination and replace our names with yours. We made this blog so we didn’t use personal one’s on our other blogs. We have our own blogs where we write for everyone, if you’re interested in reading those our blogs are in our bio.

Warnings: Smut and Swearing

You picked up the banana, mashing it in the bowl with the other ingredients. You smiled to yourself as you mixed everything together, knowing this was Grayson’s favorite breakfast choice. You decided to make him some banana pancakes while he was editing Tuesdays new upcoming video. You turned on some music, swaying your hips and humming to the sound. You put some of the mixture on the pan into two little perfect pancake circles. After they were done you grabbed a plate placing the pancakes on them while grabbing a fork and heading to where gray was editing. 

You walked in, smiling at the sight of gray concentrated on the screen. You made your way over towards his desk, placing the pancakes down next to him. He removed his headphones and grinned slightly, looking at them. “Aw baby did you make me breakfast?” you nodded and placed a kiss to his cheek, making him smile. “Come here while I edit baby.”  he said, pointing to his lap. You did as he said and sat down on his lap while he pressed a kiss to your neck. Minutes passed as you watched him edit, as he started to shift in the seat a little while letting out small groans. You turned your head over to him, cocking an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” you asked, slight concern in your voice. He nodded and you decided to shake it off and continue watching him. 

“I need help on this, I’m always stuck on this part and Ethan isn’t here. He’s out with you know who.” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe... you could help me?” he said while putting his chin on your shoulder, kissing some of the bare skin. “I know you’re really good at editing and stuff like this.” “Of course I’ll help you gray.” you said, making him grin. You placed your hand over his guiding his hand to help him. You started working your magic when you then suddenly heard Grayson groan again and mumble something under his breath. You stopped and looked over him at again. “Grayson are you sure you’re okay?” you asked. You could start to feel his member harden under your ass between your clothed bodies, your face softened as you realized. 

“You’re just so sexy Lindsey... you’re literally wearing freaking shorts on my lap and you’re perfect how could I not get turned on.” he said, making you laugh. You smirked as an idea popped into your head. Suddenly you slithered down from the chair, going underneath the table. You tugged at his pants, making Grayson’s eyes go wide. “Baby...what if they come back soon.” he said while pulling down his Adidas pants. You shushed him as he bit down on his lip, watching your every move. You helped pull down his pants, leaving him in his boxers. You started to palm him through his boxers, earning a groan from Grayson. “Don’t be a tease linds..” he said in a raspy tone. You then pulled down his boxers, throwing them to the side as you took his hard member in your hand. You began to stroke him, making him lift his head back while he mumbled a “fuck.” under his breath. You put your tongue on his tip, swirling it around in a circular motion. “C’mon baby.. take me in that pretty little mouth of yours.” he whispered and you smirked, putting your entire mouth on him as you began to bob your head in a swift up and down motion.

“Good girl.” he moaned as you continued to bob your head up and down his length. You then took his whole length in your mouth, making you choke slightly. Tears started to form in your eyes and you continued, making him groan out. “Holy shit Lindsey, I need to fuck you now.” he said with lustful eyes. Suddenly you got up from under the table, ridding yourself of your clothes. Grayson looked at you like he’s never seen you naked before, sucking on his bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful Lindsey, you don’t even know.” he said while eyeing you up and down. A blush started to creep onto your face as he walked over and started to run his fingers down the skin of your arm, admiring your beauty. “And you’re all mine.” he said before picking you up and placing you down on the table. 

He started to place his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in small circular motions. He silenced your moan when he placed his lips on yours, kissing you softly. “I love you Lindsey.” he mumbled against your lips, making you smile into the kiss. You mumbled an ‘I love you too’ as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, rubbing your clit at a now faster pace. You tongues fought for dominance as Grayson won, his tongue exploring your mouth. You brought out your hand and grabbed his hard member, stroking it in your hand making him moan. “That’s it. I can’t wait anymore.” he growled, flipping you into the doggy style position. And with that, he slipped himself inside of you giving you time to adjust to his size. 

“Holy shit grayson.” you moaned out, placing your hands against the wall. He began thrusting into you at a fast pace, moans eluding from his mouth as he was doing so. He smacked your ass leaving a red print before he began saying “What’s my name, huh?” “d-daddy..” you threw your head back as Grayson grabbed your hair, thrusting into you even faster than before. “Yeah that’s right babygirl. I’m your daddy.” He slapped your other ass cheek, while groaning under his breath. “You’re such a distraction baby, you’re so fucking sexy it’s hard to focus.” He lifted your leg up, giving him better access to slam into you. After he did so you felt him beginning to hit your g-spot. You started moaning his name while the pleasure was filling you inside. 

“Right there, huh baby? That’s the spot? you like when I fuck you like this?” his words were egging on your orgasm as you felt it nearing. You started to feel yourself clench around him. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum right here right now.” he growled, slapping your ass again. “Tell me who makes you feel this good or you can’t cum yet.” he said while whispering it into your ear by pulling your hair slightly back more. You moaned out, holding back from releasing on him right there. The pleasure you felt was almost unbearable but you loved every second of it. “Tell me!” he yelled while slapping your ass harder. “You daddy, you make me feel so good!” you screamed as he continued ramming into your g-spot. “Good babygirl, you can cum now. Cum all on daddy.” he whispered into your ear, sending you over the edge. 

You felt your legs shake when your orgasm hit you hard, you clenching around Grayson. His thrusts got sloppy as his orgasm neared. “Fuck Lindsey!” he moaned, spilling inside of you. He continued to thrust inside of you, riding out both of your highs. 

He then pulled out, both of you panting messes. You turned around and grabbed your clothes, putting them on while Grayson did the same. You and Grayson looked at each other at an instant once you heard the door to the warehouse open. Suddenly Ethan walked in making his way to the editing room, making you both scatter to the seat and get back to editing. “What’s up guys?” Ethan asked looking over at both of you with a slightly confused look. Ethan looked down at the pancakes, grabbing them. “You guys are being weird so I’m gonna leave. But thanks for the free pancakes.” he then took a bite and spit some of it back out, looking up at both of you. “Never mind they’re cold, I don’t want it anymore. Thanks anyways.” Ethan placed the dish back on the table, walking out.

You and gray looked each other and started bursting out laughing. “Well there goes my pancakes.” He laughed. “Don’t worry baby, I can make you more.” you said, moving his hair from his forehead. “I have something else in mind.” he smirked while picking you up, heading towards the bathroom shower.  

“Round two?”

“Round two.”

[itsjesperfahey]

modern soc au

inej: 

loves to dance !!! esp ballet but she can dance to whatever tbfh, she’s that good 

likes to wear caps, esp backwards. really loves bomber jackets too. 

has a couple, small tattoos dedicated to her saints 

is that one kid who loves to do parkour (both ironically and unironically) for instance is really good at it but sometimes just yells PARKOUR and steps over a rock

usually found eating lunch with her pals on the roof of the school 

is amazing at hide and seek like holy fuck ????? hid for 2 hours once and wasn’t found, came back the next day and was like “y'all losers SUCK" 

loves to study other people’s cultures, as well as history and is great as p.e (never has gotten a bad grade in the flexibility tests) 

likes to read poem books 

has a black cat as a pet named "saint" 

pronounced meme as "mehmeh” the first time she read it 

only has snapchat and instagram. is that kid who ALWAYS posts the sunset every day, esp from weird/high places and the comments are always “HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET UP THERE" 

cried the most during fox and the hound 

always braiding nina’s hair. Knows how to do all the super advanced onces as well

"I don’t know, CAN YOU?" 

 the best one at pushing people on the swings 

AMAZING AT JUST DANCE WITH JESPER 

"sorry I ran out of fucks to give try again later maybe?" 

gives the nicest presents. always knows what a person wants for christmas/their birthday 

the one who’s really into photography and is always taking aesthetic™ pics of Nina for her social media accounts 

Prefers tea over coffee

wylan:

bullied for not being able to read (at least up until high school), so is super shy 

loves drawing. the artistic™ one who takes anatomy to be able to draw people better 

MASTER FLUTE MUSICIAN. On the school band. Jams hard af when he plays it 

is in gem math and AP chem with kuwei. 

loves sweet. addicted to blue jolly ranchers. his tongue is always blue 

constantly pushing up his thick rimmed glasses (even if they ain’t on, which causes him to poke his eye)

looooves all the superhero shows on the CW 

V neck sweaters. always

always has his trusty satchel

only has tumblr. has like 10k followers because of his artwork. 

”‘illuminati’ ? is that a band?“ 

cat person even though he’s allergic to cat fur. absolutely adores inej’s cat. settles for owning a horned lizard named "shrek" 

secretly a huge fan of memes 

really gay for tom holland and ed sheeran (calls him "ginger Jesus”) 

gamer with jesper. they always play overwatch together, wylans better tho. a genji and Ana main 

cried the most during big hero six 

wylan, with blank eyes: “I like my coffee how I like my men” // jesper: *spits out his drink* 

matthias: 

sports fan obv. On the schools hockey team bc his fav is hockey. is extremely competitive when he plays it. Is constantly checking but never gets penalties (aka slamming the other players against the walls)

played basketball against jesper and surprisingly lost. jesper won’t let it go 

dog person. owns a pet pomsky (Pomeranian-husky) with nina who’s name is “bub" 

“long hair don’t care”draws inspiration from Harry styles 

really philosophical. takes all the philosophy/ethics classes available 

kind of sounds like Thor (thick and deep accent) 

a good™

"you’re all horrible trash”

“do we really have to be doing this now? I have to finish my homework" 

loves baking. bakes everything for the love of his life 

grey sweatshirts and adidas shoes 

wears contacts Because he hates how glasses look on him. only wears them when he’s home 

oblivious to all the women in love with him

"CAN YOU EVEN LIFT BRO? BECAUSE I SURE AS FRICK CAN” (doesn’t curse) 

real 👍🏻🤘🏻👌🏻life🤰🏻👼🏻🌱student📚✂️✏️athelete🏃🏼🥇🏆🥅🏒

has Facebook and Twitter only

cried the most during bambi and dumbo 

little spoon™ 

has a couple tattoos with very deep meanings

jesper: 

dancer with inej. dances like those ppl who look like robots ??? the ones who look like they freeze parts of their body while the others move. AMAZING at it 

loves jazz but also dubstep/edm and rap/r&b. Beyoncé is MOM/QUEEN. 

sometimes djs parties 

again, huge gamer with wylan. he’s a lucio and junkrat main for overwatch. loves like every video game ever 

loves all the marvel movies, in love with black panther (was team cap) 

dresses like a hipster but also sometimes a fuck boy (tank tops and shorts with a backwards cap style) 

favorite subject is business and debate. great negotiator 

cried the most during the lion king 

A+ cosplayer (especially his lucio cosplay) 

big supporter of human rights (LGBTA+, feminist, black lives matter, poc representation). Will LITERALLY get into fights over anyone who thinks otherwise. Fist fights, always supported by Kaz and Matthias. Got suspended for 3 days for breaking a kids nose who thought LGBTA+ people should **** ** ****) 

that one kid who has 50 fidget spinners and can do cool tricks with them. also manages to sell all of them 

skateboard pro™ 

always sends the blinking face meme, even if it’s out of context 

all the social medias. 

one tattoo only of a gun with a 'bang’ flag coming out of it 

nina: 

 PROFESSIONAL👏🏻 MAKE 👏🏻 UP 👏🏻 ARTISTS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 HAS HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF FOLLOWERS ON HER INSTAGRAM AND THE SAME FOR HER YOUTUBE CHANNEL 

Speaking of YouTube, she always does cute videos. Baking/cooking tutorial videos featuring Matthias, 'i do my boyfriends makeup’, 'my boyfriend does my makeup’, 'my boyfriend buys my makeup’, does make up tutorials obviously, challenges with her best friend inej like the 'whisper challenge’. everyone loves her and says her and Matthias are their otp 

loves fashion design, takes that class. 

loves horror movies/creepy things but also Disney 

great at roller skating 

always wins the best dressed awards ad school 

also huge fan of ed sheeran. loves little mix more than 5h. 

cried the most during 'up' 

Can speak like 4 languages (English, french, Latin and spanish) 

loves traveling and learning about new cultures too 

dancer!inej’s biggest fan and hockey!matthias’ biggest fan 

always breaks snapchat streaks 

likes to (friendly) debate with jesper, especially over stupid things 

amazing with kids. babysits all the time. calls “bub” (the dog) her and matthias’ baby 

big spoon™ 

notes are so fucking pretty. buys the most expensive stationary and notebooks 

also huge supporter of human rights. runs the feminist club. (Jesper is the Vice President) stresses loving yourself and your body, and makes sure to design comfortable yet GORGEOUS clothes for “"plus sized people”“ 

wins 'dynamic duo’ award with inej 

always eating lollipops 

has a few very small tatos of cute things like roses and crowns. has one quote written in cursive on her rib

kaz: 

prefers black coffee as well 

loves crime shows, whether they’re real or fake. for instance loves both 'Dateline’ and 'Criminal Minds’ also loves 'House’

 favorite class is psychology, learning how a person thinks and acts and feels

has the dregs tattoo on his arm * edge lord 9000™ * such a drama queen and diva like damn 

*deep sigh* "I think I’d rather go take a nap” *gets up and leaves* 

also loves computer science. knows how to hack shit like a pro 

always rough housing with jesper. broke a table once 

does walk with a cane. likes to slap matthias’ ass with it 

“bow down you fucking peasants" 

only types in lower case with 0 emojis and no punctuation marks. CONSTANTLY leaves people on read 

only has Twitter and snapchat. His posts on snapchat never have captions, yet somehow has a 200 day streak with Jesper and a 250 day streak with inej 

loves watching horror movies with nina 

 *in a fight* "oh I’ll sHOW YOU SOME DIRTY HANDS” *swings* 

gets second place for best dressed award 

always sending memes with no context in their group chat, as well as vines 

indie and alternative rock fan 

“does it look like I care because I’m sorry if it does I didn’t mean to give you that impression" 

head over heels for inej Ghafa like wow 

likes to read a lot of mystery books and non fiction books 

cried the most during finding dory 

can solve a Rubik’s cube under a minute and won’t let you forget it 

The one asshole who picks either Kirby or metaknight in super smash brothers brawl

 hates seeing the notification bubble so he always has all chats muted and notifications turned off for apps 

kiss ass to all the teachers to get them A’s

Kuwei: 

SCIENCE NERD. ALWAYS singing the bill nye theme song. Loves ASAPScience on YouTube. Master at chemistry and biology 

"hey did u know bill nye is, like, my dad" 

nina treats him like a baby 

loves everything to do with Star Wars while wylan loves star trek more. Fighting ensues. 

has a pet Siamese cat name sparky 

Used to have a huge crush on jesper and everyone knew it except jesper. 

knows the intro to the bee movie ("according to all known laws of aviation-”)

 jesper in the group chat: “gonna go shower be right back” // kuwei: “without me ;)?” // wylan: “KUWEI SWEAR TO FUCK” // kaz: “watch your fucking language wylan" 

obsessed with Pokémon go even if it died out (chose team instinct) 

"fight me on this" 

has Twitter, snapchat and instagram 

Always drinking ginger ale 

master at bop it 

the one kid who always forgets to pay you back for stuff 

is also into the CW super hero shows, so him and wylan are constantly talking about it 

loves cartoons and anime 

speaks fluent fuckboy 

God awful at comebacks 

"let’s take a selfie guys !!!” // “kuwei no-” // *snapshot sound* 

talks !!! Like !! This !!!! for,,, some reason ???????? 

huge nerd for other things too like lord of the rings and Harry Potter and game of thrones 

cried the most during inside out

 "do you think planes are scared of heights?“ // "for fucks same kuwei it’s 4am”

[sad-af1121]

Dinner Party (One-shot)

Summary: You hadn’t seen Sebastian since he left to film Infinity Wars and he was coming home tonight so you and your girlfriend decided to have a small dinner with just the three of you. What happened after, was unexpected. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Bisexual!Reader x Reader’s Girlfriend  Word Count: 3180 Warnings: thigh riding, language, bisexual lovin’ A/N: This was all inspired by Sebastian’s pic with the beard, yeah you know the one. AND because of pride month! Feedback is welcomed 💜

“Hey babe,” you said to your girlfriend who was sitting on the kitchen counter. “What time does Seb get here?”

“Um, around 5. That’s what he texted me before boarding his flight.” She mumbled as she continued to eat her bowl of freshly cut strawberries.

“Alright, that’s good. It’s almost 4 so I can hurry up and change,” you stated as you were adding the final touches on the lasagna dish you had made for tonight’s dinner along with a light salad and freshly baked rolls. The kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of tomatoes and basil which pranced around the air as it created a warm home-like essence into the atmosphere.

Your best friend, Sebastian, was flying back from filming Infinity Wars and you hadn’t seen him since. Knowing he would be tired and stressed when he came back, you decided to cook a nice home meal instead of ordering take-out. You called his mother in advance, asking her what Sebastian loved to eat and she gave you one of her recipes that he adored.

Having everything cooked and the table set, you quickly wiped your hands with a towel before setting it on the counter as your girlfriend hopped off and swiftly pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled in surprise and immediately melted into it, tasting the sweetness of the strawberries on her tongue.

“What’s that for?” you hummed as you pulled away, seeing her eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed. You gulped, feeling her hands slide down to your ass and giving it a good firm squeeze before placing her arms on your shoulders, interlocking her hands behind your head.

“Seb’s coming over… you think you can behave?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. You felt your mouth run dry as you tried to form words. She knew your crush on Sebastian was bad and every time he came near you, you’d turn into putty. You couldn’t help but fall for his dreamy blue eyes, chiseled jaw structure, and built physique. He was so caring, humorous, and never let a dull moment get to him. You adored everything about him.

Your girlfriend was fond of Sebastian and liked him too, especially the way he made you weak in the knees. It gave her more leverage when she would tease you every now and then, whispering what you’d want Sebastian to do in the bedroom whenever you two were having sex. It drove you mad but hell, it gave you the most powerful release ever. But since tonight was only the three of you, you were nervous that, like many occasions, things will get out of hand from drinking. So this time, you took the precaution of making sure to open one bottle of wine and no beers whatsoever by hiding the alcohol so that your girlfriend nor Sebastian could find them.

“Y-yeah, don’t worry. But I can’t help it when he flirts back” you warned feeling the familiar butterflies roaming around your stomach.

“Then just don’t look so obvious, yeah?” she smiled before leaning in to peck your lips once more before smacking your ass to go get changed.

You were mentally hating yourself.

*

Once you were dressed in a simple off the shoulder black dress with your hair up in a messy bun and light makeup, you walked back out into the living room making sure everything was neat and put together. Your girlfriend sat quietly on the couch clad in jeans and a blouse with her hair down as she watched TV when you heard your phone chime. You hurried to it, seeing a message from Seb.

Hey, I’m here. Buzz me in.

Walking over to the intercom, you allowed Sebastian in and waited by the door as Seb made it up to your apartment. Sebastian was exhausted from his flight but he was ecstatic to see you two. He wore a gray t-shirt that clung onto his beefy arms, broad shoulders and chest. His blue jeans fit his thick thighs like a glove as he rocked some Adidas shoes. He had missed you guys and couldn’t wait to see the look on your faces when you saw how different he looked. He’d spent so much time focusing on himself and shaping his body.

Sebastian stood in front of the door, blowing out a sigh before knocking softly on the door with two flower bouquets in his other hand. He knew you had a crush on him and he thought it was the cutest thing ever but he knew you meant well and always put your friendship first above all.

Opening the door, your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widen seeing Sebastian. He has a big smile displayed on his face seeing your reaction since he now had a full-grown beard. Not wasting any time, you leaped into his arms and he gladly caught you. You felt the vibrations erupting from his chest when he laughed seeing your response and affection towards him.

“Oh my god, Seb! Look at you!” you pulled away and held him at arm’s length, taking in his new appearance. Not only did he have a beard but he had gotten leaner and thick. You felt your cheeks burn bright red when you saw how huge his chest, arms, and thighs had gotten. The last time you saw him like this was when he was filming Civil War, but he had gone overboard with working out and his diet. However, this time around he seemed happier and he didn’t look too beefy. You were glad he wasn’t torturing his body but looking out for it.

“Yeah, well I had to put that work in for the movie.” He smiled as he stepped inside handed you and your girlfriend the bouquet of flowers.

“But the beard? I thought you went to play as Bucky, not Wolverine.” Your girlfriend joked as you walked into the kitchen, grabbing the flowers and putting them into vases.

“That’s a good one. I’ve been told I look like a Romanian lumberjack” he laughed out, shaking his head as he walked over into the dining room, seeing the food laid out on the table. “Holy shit, you made this?” he asked as he took a carrot from the salad bowl and threw it in his mouth.

“Ah, yeah. I’m not always lazy, ya know.” You chuckled, setting down the bottle of wine and glasses on the table. “Let’s eat!”

*

Two wine bottles and three beers.

That’s how much you all drank during and after dinner. You were so lost into Sebastian that your girlfriend found your stash and started pouring more and more wine into your glass. She wanted you drunk off your ass because according to her you’re “way more fun and relaxed.”

 The alcohol coursed through your blood, heating your body and sending you into a trance as it spun the room. A wave of confidence and playfulness hit you when Sebastian started messing around, recalling old memories of the two of you goofing about before he had become noticed by the media. You always cherished those moments especially since they were with him.

The three of you sat in your living room chatting about Sebastian’s time in Atlanta and how the filming went. Like a little school girl during reading time, you sat close by Sebastian eager to hear about his trip and trying to get any movie spoilers from him.

Even though you’d know he would never say anything.

As you gawked at his beautiful features, you noticed his body inching closer to you but you thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Your eyes had become darker than normal carrying a twinkle as you listen to his deep, husky voice get low by the minute. Sebastian draped both of his arms over the back of the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol. He was laughing and snickering louder as his eyes became heavy. He stared down at you, his breathing picking up as he saw gorgeous you looked tonight.

Your girlfriend sat across from you listening to Sebastian in amusement as she could tell both of you were drunk. Your cheeks remained rosy pink as you basked in the moment, never wanting it to end and sighing in content. As Sebastian was finishing up his story, your girlfriend noticed his hand on your thigh as he stroked your soft smooth skin with his thumb. You felt a shiver course through your body when he turned his head to you, biting down on his plump lips smirking a bit. You felt your panties begin to soak from your slick just by the thought of devouring his lips and fucking his cock as your girlfriend watched and touched herself.

“You alright?” he asked, snapping you out from your thoughts.

“Mhm, yeah. I-I’m good” you coughed out feeling overwhelmed by his lingering stares and touch. Your skin prickled as he continued to soothe your thigh with his calloused rough hand, traveling up a bit higher this time. Your breath hitched feeling your skin burn with desire as you inhaled your sweet arousal emitting from your core, sending you into a dreamy state. A deep throaty groan emitted from Sebastian as he shuts his eyes and swallowed heavily, trying to ground himself as he felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

You turned to look at your girlfriend who had a cheeky grin displayed on her face that confused you. Without a word, she got up and made her way over as she sat down on the other side of Sebastian, placing her delicate hand on his broad chest.

“So, I’ve been thinking…” she purred as she raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened, knowing the look she was giving you and it only meant trouble. “As an early birthday gift for Y/N, would you mind if we grind on your thighs?” Her voice held innocence but the smirk on her face and lust blown eyes said otherwise. She bit her lip in anticipation as Sebastian raised his brows, looking at her with amusement and mischief written all over his face.

“Really?” he chuckled, feeling his cheeks grow hot as his ears turned a dark shade of pink. His eyelids stayed hooded holding a smirk as he bit his bottom lip, dragging it with his teeth. He couldn’t tell if he was just hearing things because he was drunk or that he wanted to hear those words coming from her. Whenever he saw the two of you kiss or touch each other affectionately, he’d have to control himself imagining the two of you being intimate. It drove his nuts.

“Do you want that, Y/N?” he turned to you asking as his words linger on. The way your name rolls off his tongue makes you whimper as if he’d been teasing you for hours. You licked your lips rubbing your thighs together in keenness at the thought before nodding lightly.

“Yes,” your voice came out small and shaky as your girlfriend smiled wider before getting up from the couch. She strolled on over.

“Let’s not waste any time, baby.” she said.

“Yeah, c’mon. You’ll enjoy it, I promise you.” Sebastian hummed as he turned his attention back to your girlfriend. She was unbuttoning her jeans, slowly dragging down the zipper before pushing her jeans until they pooled around her ankles. Her panties were next as she hooked her fingers around the waistband and pulled them down.

You gulped feeling sweat forming on your forehead, whimpering as you say how wet her panties were. The sight of her cunt made you want to take her right there, yearning for some sort of release but that wasn’t the case in this situation. As you stood to take off your panties, you felt somewhat embarrassed for being exposed. But fuck it, you couldn’t pass on this opportunity. You were all adults and knew what you were getting yourself into.

You held the flimsy material that was drenched in your heat. A darker shade of blush crept on your cheeks as you looked up at Sebastian who had his legs wide apart, displaying dominance as he stared at you through hooded lids. His eyes held a predatory glare, and couldn’t wait any longer, especially seeing the both of you half naked.

“Jesus Christ… “Sebastian muttered under his breath, smirking as he saw both of squeeze your thighs before walking over. You threw on leg over his thigh, straddling it and moaning softly to the feeling of his muscles contracting underneath you. You scooted up until your knee was placed in front of his growing erection.

Suddenly that wave of confidence returns as your girlfriend straddles his other thigh and you smirked at her as she began to grind against him. Her soft moans made goosebumps rise on your own heated skin as you pushed your knee into Sebastian’s crotch, earning a gasp.

“You said thigh, not cock, dragă mea” he growled and brought his hand to the small of your back as you rubbed your bare cunt on his thigh. You have never heard his voice that low and deep, dropping a few octaves. The rough material of his jeans created a better friction as it nudged your clit with every move.

“Oh fuck” you moaned, fluttering your eyes shut as you grabbed your breast and began kneading it with your free hand as the other was used to steady yourself on Sebastian’s thigh. Your girlfriend started getting rougher, speeding up her pace as she felt her orgasm nearing, however you opened your eyes, quickly pulling her in for a kiss by wrapping your hand around the back of her head. Humming into the kiss, you set a good pace as you grinded on Sebastian.

He stared up at the two of you. His breathing picked up, becoming ragged and short as his cock strained in his jeans. He needed release seeing how you and your girlfriend were in full bliss and using him to get off. He threw his head back as the room was filled with the soft moans and whimpers emitting from the two of you.

Your girlfriend pulled away to lean down and kiss Sebastian. He sucked in a breath, getting caught off guard as so were you. She melted into the kiss like ice cream on a hot summer’s day, groaning when Sebastian gripped her backside, digging his nails into her soft flesh. You felt the heat on your face increase when you saw the two begin to make out.

You quickened your pace, pushing down the sleeves of your dress to expose your breasts that have spilled out of your bra. Placing one hand on the back of the couch and on Sebastian’s chest, you focused on getting off as your closed your eyes and concentrated.

“Oh fuck. I’ve al-always wanted to do this. You f-feel so fucken good. Shit!” You heard a dark deep growl come from Sebastian as he heard what you said and saw how your breasts rhythmically moved with your actions. You felt as his other hand grip your ass as he got lost in your soft round mounds.

Sebastian was intoxicated with the burning desire for this moment never to end, but he felt his cock throb with every movement you two made against him. He stared at your breast as he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he tried to stifle his moans. You noticed this and couldn’t help but nudged your knee against his girth making his gasp and moan.

“F-fuck, ah! … that felt good.” he groaned as you continued to rub his groin. He could feel his precum dripping out and staining his boxers, but he didn’t care. He craved for a release. Your clit pulsated on his muscular thigh, swollen from your actions as you felt the familiar tight coil in your stomach. Your jaw went slack, the air from your lungs leaving.

“Y/N” your girlfriend moaned as she felt her orgasm close by. You pulled your focus away from Sebastian and leaned in to kiss her. Your tongues fought for dominance but you won as you suckled on her tongue and bit her bottom lip, drawing it out with your teeth. She groaned deeply as her eyebrows furrowed and she felt the familiar tingling sensation on her cunt before crying out.

“Oh yes yes yes, fuck! Mmm” she whimpered and moaned against your lips as you snaked your hand onto her throbbing clit and rubbing it a few times as shocks of electricity hit her core.  

“Ho-holy shit.” Sebastian breathed out as he goggled at the two of you having your intimate moment. He watched as your girlfriend pressed her lips back with yours as he looked down at your bare pussies and saw how swollen your clits were. He bit down on his plush bottom lip as he took his large hand and lifted your dress high enough to give him the advantage to rub gentle circles on your clit and on your girlfriends.

“Fuck, Sebastian. Keep rubbing my clit, oh fuck, yes!” his name tasted like sweet honey as it ran off your tongue.

“Oh my god” her eyes rolled back as her clit became overstimulated. Both of your minds became hazy, clouded with euphoria as your orgasmed, moaning out loud.

“O-oh yes! Ah, pl-please don’t stop, don’t stop” you chanted that until you came and squirted on Sebastian’s’ thigh, leaving a stain of your sweet juices on his jeans.

Your girlfriend stared at you with wide eyes, seeing that you squirted on Sebastian, muttering holy shit under her breath. She grabbed your chin and pulled you in to devour your luscious lips as you came down from your high. You forgot you were rubbing his hard on with your knee when Sebastian felt his girth throb and release cum “O-oh shiiiiit” he hissed as his cock shot thick white cum in his jeans.

You and your girlfriend pulled away instantly to look down at Sebastian whose face was scrunched up and red. His jaw went slack as he let out short breaths, jutting his hips forward as he emptied his cock of his cum. You looked down and saw it twitch in his jeans, making you blush a deep red.

Hearing a snort, you turned your head to see your girlfriend muffling her giggles as she realized what just happened. You bit your lip, bruising the tender flesh and lightly grazed your hand over his crotch. Sebastian shivered and whined as you smirked.

“Looks like someone enjoyed the show more than we did, huh?”

He fluttered his eyes open and chuckled “S-sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You two are… very vocal” He smirked, darting his tongue out and you giggled.

“As much as we make the perfect sounds… we’re great at cleaning up too” you purr before looking down at his cock. Sebastian swallows thickly, feeling his it hardened again before breathing out,

Oh god

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[martian-m]

THE HIKE

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x reader

Warning : none

A/N: first time doing this lol pls be gentle with me

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“So basically, you want to take a trip with Cheryl out hiking somewhere to just bond with each other in celebration of your 3rd month anniversary?”, said by Betty with eyebrows scrunched up together with an amused smile while Veronica played with the straw of her smoothie with a glint in her eye .

(Y/N) nodded slowly starting to doubt if it would count as romantic and still push through since we all know how Cheryl is *eye roll*.

As you drink your smoothie, the response of Veronica had you choking on your cool vanilla drink.

“Hope you guys fuck”

—-FF—-

So I, (y/n) (y/l/n), never thought Cheryl Blossom aka my girlfriend for 3 months would actually agree on this hiking trip I had in mind for us for the long weekend as we head to the Siouxon Creek Trailhead.

You side-glance to the beautiful redhead passenger as she started to sing out to her fave song, Touch by Little Mix. You swear to whoever is out there, she may seem so closed off to others accompanied by her HBIC status at Riverdale high but she is a huge dork hidden in her maroon adidas track suit.

—FF—

Finally reaching your destination, you parked the car and with the other vehicles of the other hikers in the area and started to unload the bags. Of course you carry the real heavy ones while handing Cheryl the sleeping bags and toiletries.

Cheryl noticing the veins popping out of your neck from the weight of the food and tent equipment, she touched your arm and looked you in the eyes with a smirk,

“Need help there (y/n)?”

With the sudden need to keep you dignity and pride in tact even with the struggle of the weight, you shake your head

“I’m a-okay baby”, kissing her forehead and wink at her direction, “thanks for the concern”

((Thank God your secluded space was somewhat near the parking))

–FF–

After 2 horrible hours in the heat while setting up your tent and fixing the things you had brought, you finally got your hiking bags ready and started to trek the trailhead.

Until a small spider landed on her shoulder..

“(Y/N)!!!!!! OH MY GOD” Cheryl’s voice shrieked.

Panicking you sprinted to her side as she frantically started jumping while brushing off the spider which traveled to her arm.

As soon as the spider fell off her arm she launched into you arms deciding it would be best if she stuck (literally) with you.

After somewhat 10 yards from the “spider attack” as she labeled it to be, you put her down and addressed the confusion shown on her face,

“Babe this is our hiking trip, I can’t carry you uphill for 3 km..if you want we can take a look at the plants and could use your knowledge on the herbs on what and what not to eat, that should be fun yeah?”

As soon as she heard the four words “knowledge on the herbs”, her eyes and smile lit up like it was new year’s eve and basically dragged you off the path and into the plants,

“Fantastic idea, (y/n)! Let’s do it right now!!

“Wait wha–”

—-FF—-

After the fiasco of going through almost ALL the plants and reaching the peek of your trek, it was all worth it seeing her smile and with the sun setting you started to head back to the campsite while reaching out to hold Cheryl’s hand using your thumb to rub circles on the back of it bringing it up to your lips as you kiss it.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this with me babe. I love you”

“Anything to spend some alone time with my (y/n), away from the breakfast club”   Rolling you eyes at the statement but displaying your amused grin knowing she doesnt mean it. You moved your arm around to pull her close to you as you kiss her temple and continue to trek down the trail.

Reaching the your secluded campsite, you head straight for the mini grill you brought with you and start to get a fire going to cook the pork chops with steak sauce marinade while Cheryl changed her clothes in the tent, as you glance to the flap of the tent which was somewhat open, you could see the curve of herback as she took off her drifit under her tracksuit, and because of that moment of distraction your hand accidentally lowered to the heated grill and burned the side of your hand.

“hoLY JESUS FUCK–” releasing the last porkchop perfectly landing on the grill and holding your burned hand to your chest and you roll on your back away from the grill.

Cheryl came rushing out to your side with her reading  glasses on and a worried look on her face.

“(Y/n)! Babe, what happened??”

“I got distracted with how beautiful you looked and slightly burned my hand…sorry”

Blushing and biting her lip from the unexpected statement, Cheryl slapped your shoulder while saying,

“Serves you right for not being able to handle how hot I am without the glasses..”

“Babe you and your glasses drive me crazy…and ouch?! *fake gasp while smiling* abuse much?”

“(Y/n) you will handle the mashed potates and I’ll continue the grill before you burn yourself again”, she pulled your shirt to kiss you on the lips, “and that as your motivation to not get distracted”

You salute with your burnt hand accompanied by the goofy smile on your face saying, “ma'am yes ma'am”

—-FF—-

After being the “baby” tonight since I couldnt use my hand for now due to the burn, Cheryl had to feed me baby-style.

Now that’s over, she looked at the ointment from her medicine packet with her doe amber eyes which I love the most. She bites her lip in reading the little inscription at the back while sitting in my bball shorts and loose nike shirt. It was the perfect moment to sneak a picture. I sneaked out my phone as she was engrossed in reading what to do and how to apply the ointment, I pressed the button in taking her picture without remembering to remove the flash…but alas, it was too late and chaos ensued.

“Did you just take a picture of me…”

“Um baby, I know you dont like pictures when you’re in my comfy clothes with no make up on bu-”

“Give me your phone”

“Wha- no..pls I want to keep it”

“(Y/n). At least show me the picture”

“I know you’ll try to delete it cher-”

Cheryl suddenly tackles me to try to reach me phone but I chuck it to one side of the tent before she reaches it and lock her in my arms  while she starts to wiggle out of it. Deciding to flip the position, I was suddenly on top of her, holding both her hands above her head while our faces where inches apart breathing heavily against each other. I gaze at her pink plump lips while slowly shifting my gaze to her amber colored eyes that were dilated as we stared at each other. Suddenly your body starts to heat up as you inch your face close to hers as your lips somewhat graze each other and finally you let go of her hands and grasp her face to deepen the kiss as you nip on her lower lip and hear a low moan emitting from her. After the burn in your lungs suddenly made itself known due to the lack of oxygen, you break apart from the heated make out and opened your eyed to see a flustered Cheryl who also is breathing heavily as you are.

You break the silence and say, “so…can I keep that photo?”   “Ugh fine, but it better not see the light of day (y/l/n)” Cheryl says while pouting.

“But of course!! It’ll only be my home screen”

You suddenly change your position to be on your back and let Cheryl rest her head on your chest, arm around your waist and both your legs intertwined. At that moment you felt at home with her, knowing your heart was safe and content with everything you have right now and silently thanking your lucky stars for the beautiful girl in your arms.

You kiss the top of her head saying, “I love you with all my heart, Cheryl Blossom aka dork of my life aka the louis of my superman”

Turning her head to look up at you with shining unshed tears, she got up on her arm and placed her hand on your face to kiss you softly, pull away smiling and falling back to her original position to snuggle up to you.

“I love you with every fiber of my being, (y/n) (y/l/n), even if you’re a total geek..you’re my geek girlfriend”

A few moments later, slowly you fell asleep as the exhaustion of the trek crept up to (y/n) while cheryl stayed up for a few more minutes until her sleep claimed her while listening to the heart that beats for her. To anticipate tomorrow and the future’s mystery together.

[demonphannie]

january 2017 - dan and phil

1/12

happy new year: phil tweets seven minutes after the new year begins: HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!  and dan tweets three minutes later: here's to us pinning all our hopes and dreams for ourselves and the world on the orbit of our indifferent planet around the sun. happy 2017!

first week (1-7): phil announces he has been licked by a doggo and gotten a cold and we still didn’t know where they had gone for new years eve. then dan tweets: to everyone asking if i went to a wild new year's eve party: i spent three hours making an iron bead rapidash (what a nerd). everyone freaks out because we couldn’t tell if they spent new years eve together but dan quells this by making it seem obvious that they were together that night. so it turns out they went up north to hang out with their friends (the parents of emily the baby from that 2012 liveshow) and made crafts and hung out with a dog which is cute. phil posts a recap of his 2016 tweets which most include dan. louise tweets dan about being a furry - he responds (1+2). phil copies dan and starts #HeaderForPhil on twitter. dan made the tv have a beautiful wallpaper of the definition of antichrist. phil mentions voldemort and i couldn’t stop thinking about “i would bang voldemort” for the rest of the day. dan goes to the dentist like the filthy hoe he is and he clenches his teeth as much as his ass it seems. phil tries to take a selfie while sick. day five and phil is still suffering from illness. phil would feel better with a corgi in the house. dan is an emo fuck about christmas trees (and according to dan you have to have a family meeting to take it down? family meeting with phil? ok.) here is phil’s first fan made header and it is lovely. dan makes a wholesome meme because he thinks he’s an emo fuck and phil rt’s for the warmth of positive thinking - really this is just an excuse to post a picture phil took of him wrapped in a blanket. phil finally becomes unsick!

second week (8-14): phil is going to die update #1 - he microwaved a metal fork. he’s so dumb he could microwave his laptop smh. dan emerges out of hibernation and is ready to eat, mate, and scratch himself. “we got a lot of houseplants watch out.” phil realizes he can wink with both eyes at once. phil is going to die update #2 - dan and phil have had a gas leak in their house for god knows how long (why haven’t they died and freed us from this hell? god abandoned us). dan opened submissions for a 2016 dan memes video :// dans first liveshow of the year was very soft and forgiving (highlights: men were in the house and you can hear them and phil in the background, dan’s uploading his younows to his side channel now, dan got a haircut an hour before, he’s going to buy a new piano, phil got him an aesthetic dandle and sand art thing, dan loves collin more than life confirmed, top 2016 albums: 1. frank ocean - blonde; 2. radiohead - a moon shaped pool; 3. kanye west - the life of pablo; 4. solange - a seat at the table; 5. danny brown - atrocity exhibition, not about the fish these days, wants the dentist to hurt him). phil got a haircut (rip dan getting haircuts after phil) and sasses someone on twitter. dan feels like a superhero for not dropping any socks. phil tweets about an action figure’s butt. phil’s first liveshow of 2017! (highlights: it turns out him and dan get haircuts at their house together now that’s gross, thought the gas leak smelled like wet dog...ok, dan got phil this game called codename and a candle, new years resolution is to take care of plants, he’s feeling very creative 2008 again plz, dans mum had a dream about them being in scotland as did phil? psychic much?). phil’s first video of 2017 and phil is going to die update #3: 2017 WANTS ME DEAD. dan and phil go to see la la land. phil updates his community tab on youtube which is interesting (check it out here) and provides us with a snapchat selfie. dan uploads his first video of 2017: The Top Dan Memes of 2016. dan and phil see the cursed child and they shared snacks and giggled at everything together. also they showed each other dog videos. 

third week(15-21): the neighbors have stopped the drilling! dan broke his terrarium and life is pointless. phil brings back an old meme. dan liveshow (highlights: new wifi router, he looked over 100k submissions for his dan memes video, he was sad-tired-cry-laughing in the video dw, he has slightly curly hair but it’s hard to tell, phil doesn’t want death but it’s coming for him, got legos from lego but only kept batman watch, got custom adidas youtube jacket and sweatpants, played mia and sebastian’s theme from la la land!, going to vidcon la, beat phil’s ass at pokemon, he and phil laughed for an hour about the terrarium, gonna do some life things (with phil) and storage is on the agenda.) dan and phil post kawaii edits of their face (s-s-senpai: 1 2 3). phil liveshow! (highlights: phil made chili but got distracted and the chili set on fire and got chili all over the walls and dan was like ok, he wants to cuddle a dog, live opening of yt plaque for one million subs on lessamazingphil, dan and phil went to a bakery and couldnt say no to polar bear cakes, dans terrarium smash was the saddest smash he ever heard, he got a huge thumb statue ://). first gaming video of the year: Dan and Phil Play HAPPY WHEELS. dan breaks one of the polar bear cakes. “coffee and a cake with tv is not a sat at the table experience.” dan and phil rt cool things for the women’s march.

fourth week and the rest (22-31): dan fell down the stairs. phil only wears a towel around the house this is nice information this is fine. phil hits 4 mil on twitter before youtube???? phil expresses an opinion on the taste of coke. dan liveshow! (highlights: they’ve been block filming videos because they are going away for the weekend, he got a soft grey throw blanket which is pure and good? he loved women’s march, he taped a gopro to the pc in the office just in case he ever wanted to film a quick side channel video, said gaykery instead of bakery - rainbow cakes: the diverse bakery, loved troye’s heaven music video, talked about phangate and named phil’s wife sabrina and child lola (explanation! basically someone set up a mock exposé blog called phangate and claimed dan was seeing a lot of people and phil didn’t live with him but instead with his wife and coming child - very drama, much confusion but just turned out to be a parody and is followed up on this blog), going to vidcon anaheim but not sure about sitc or playlistlive, no liveshow next tuesday because he’s going north to celebrate phil’s birthday with pals and fam). second gaming video of the year: DAB BECOMES A TODDLER (good domestic life). phil liveshow! (highlights: literally the most wholesome liveshow in the world, didn’t get much sleep because la la land soundtrack, we have to take care of dab if dan and phil die, martyn visited that day to brainstorm merch, early morning dan broke a pint glass and it was glass dust all over the floor why is their kitchen getting so much abuse (dan cut his hand), phil wants red velvet cake for this birthday, phil’s clickbait-y and couldn’t hatch his emu egg during the liveshow because it takes time, got new houseplant, he’s been having good vibes, talks to janice (his wife from phangate but dan called her sabrina the storylines are shady), 2017 is gonna be more chill but still exciting things happening!!!). dan trapped a spider but it escaped and he is afrightened (suki the hamster pt 2)(also hobbit hair clickbait?). PHIL SIGNED HIMSELF UP FOR A GYM??????ATHEISTS EXPLAIN. fancy sushi restaurant date for phil’s bday (at this restaurant). dan gets his ass stuck in a rocket (but in the bg you can see they are at the isle of man! for phil’s birthday! god fuck! there is a bear on this island!). second phil video of the year: I PREDICT MY FUTURE (ok holy shit phil’s gonna get a dog and a house this video is wild remember when phil predicted dan? this video is legit). PHILS 30TH BIRTHDAY (cath made him a cake and dan professed his undying love for phil?). still up in the north but uploaded the third gaming video of the year: SAVE ME DADDY! - Dan and Phil play: Who's Your Daddy (really who even knows)

january was nice *insert my longest yeah boy ever*

[nialledfromfics]

iidkb: Chp 6 - The Awards

"It got weird, Clare."

previous chapters

"It got weird, Clare."

I let out a huff through the phone as I curled up on my couch with my favorite fuzzy blanket. It was the night of the awards show, the one Niall had invited me to, and I didn’t feel like doing anything but watching stupid comedy movies and snuggle up in my cozy blanket and talk to my best friend.

“Oh my God, what? Summer, what happened? I haven’t talk to ya in, like, over a week?”

“I know,” I replied, rubbing at my eyes with my free hand. “I’ve been totally busy with work and just everything and now this thing with Niall…”

“Wait...back up...what happened on New Years? Did me plan work?” She asked, a small giggle escaping her lips.

My stare went wide at her statement. “What plan?”

“To lose ya two in the crowd,” she said, excitement rising in her voice.

I rolled my eyes. “Should’ve guessed,” I mumbled, “Well, you’ll be happy to know that it did.”

“Holy shite,” she whispered, “Did ya shag him?”

“No!” I shot back at her, “No...ugh. We actually went back to mine and he...he went down on me.”

She let out a high pitched squeal causing me to flinch and pull the phone back from my ear. “AH Summer! How was it? Oh my God, tell me everythin’!”

I let out a breathy laugh, staring down at my bent up knees that were nestled under my blanket. “It was…” I paused, my voice falling quiet as I let my mind think back to that night, “It was honestly...fucking amazing. He’s got one hell of a mouth on him.”

“I fuckin’ told ya!”

“Yes, you did,” I agreed with a chuckle “And he was just like, super sweet too and he stayed over and we hung out the next day and it was just, like, really chill and...cool.”

“So what’s weird then?”

I let out a short huff, scraping my teeth along my lip. “Well...like, I went over to his house the other night after work and it was kinda late and everything, but I hadn’t seen him in a few days and I...sorta blew him on his couch.”

Preparing for the scream heard round the world, I scrunched up my face and held my phone out. I wasn’t disappointed. “Oh my God! Oh God. How big is he? What does it look like?” She screeched out, her voice going higher with every question she asked. I shook my head at her over enthusiasm and dropped my head down to rest on my knees as I let out a laugh.

“Clare, I’m not telling you that!”

“Awe c’mon…” she whined.

“No fucking  way! That’s private. Besides, I already told you too much.”

She puffed out a frustrated breath. “No fair. Ya know I love me some Irish cock.”

“Clare!”

She let out a chuckle. “Okay, but I’m still not understandin’ the problem here, Sum. Like...what happened?”

Licking across my lips, I pulled in a deep breath. “Okay, here’s the thing. After I...ya know...he kinda...maybe asked me to go to this awards show thing with him that’s going on tonight.”

“Wait...he asked ya out? Like on a date? To a publicized event?”

“Yes! And that’s why I freaked out!” I told her as I leaned my head back on the armrest of my couch, my hand coming up to cup over my forehead. “I mean, we agreed to, like, this casual sex thing, not this…‘boyfriend/girlfriend-go on dates’ thing.” I let out a small discontented huff. “Anyway, I told him no and then left.”

It fell quiet on the other end of the line, and I let my eyes flick up to my ceiling. “Oh my God, Summer....”

“I know. I feel awful, Clare,” I mumbled, pursing my lips to the side, “Like really really awful. I could tell I kinda hurt his feelings but like, it’s just too much. For me and for him.”

“I totally get it. Have ya seen him since?”

I brought my head back up, my fingers pulling at the little fuzzies on my blanket. “No, I told him to call me and he has a couple times, but I haven’t picked up.”

I heard a soft hum flow through the phone. “Why?”

Letting out a groan, my eyes fell shut. “I don’t know, I just...I feel weird now and, like, I don’t know what to say to him.”

“Jus’ tell him the truth. Don’t think his last bird even gave him that much, to be fair.”

I huffed out a sigh. “Clare?”

“Yeah?”

“I maybe...kinda miss him. Like a lot.”

“It’s ‘cause ya liiiiiiiiike him,” she teased, her voice going high.

“I don’t!” I shot back as I tried to convince her, “Not like that. He’s just fun and chill. And he’s cool to be around and he kisses like a dream. And I’m, like, insanely attracted to him, he’s really pretty.”

She let out a giggle. “He’s pretty?”

“Yes, he’s pretty. He’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Why don’t ya just call him, Sum?”

“That wouldn’t make a difference now, they are already busy getting ready for the awards show,” I told her, “I do know they’re staying at some hotel tonight.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know,” I said, with a shrug of my shoulders, “He didn’t say. I kinda think I want to surprise him though.”

“Ya totally fuckin’ should. I bet Dan knows which hotel it is!”

I gnawed at my lip as I flicked my eyes around my living room. “You don’t think that’s, like, desperate looking do you? Surprising him like that?”

“No, Summer, it’s sweet!” She let out a huffed breath and I could hear her voice soften a bit, “Listen for him to actually invite ya to somethin’ like that already, knowin’ how much he hated that stuff with Melina, that should really tell ya somethin’...”

I let out a sigh. “I know, but I just don’t want him thinking it’s more than it is. I just want to have fun.”

“Then go and tell him that! Seriously. Then fuck his brains out.” She let a small giggle escape but I knew she wasn’t joking.

“Clare…”

“What?”

“I hate you.”

Thank God for Dan. As soon as he texted me the hotel information, I grabbed a bag out of my closet, a change of clothes and my toothbrush and high tailed my ass out of my flat. I didn’t even know what I was going to do or say when I saw him, frankly, I had no idea what I was even doing in general. This wasn’t like me, at all. I don’t make grand gestures like this. I don’t go out of my way to make the men around feel as if they have any sort of impact in my life whatsoever. The more I can keep them in place and at arm's length, the better.

But Niall. Oh man, Niall was different. I wasn't even completely clear as to why he was or how he had gotten to that point with me, but for some reason I had in my head that he needed me. Not in a cliche “gotta fix him” type of way, but just to make him happy, even for a moment. Just to make him smile. I wanted to be the one that took his mind off her, off of anything that made him upset, I wanted to make him forget. Even if it was just for a little bit.

The room was fucking incredible. For a one night's stay, I had never seen anything like it. The bed was huge, the room immaculate and the view amazing. I walked around for a good ten minutes after I had gotten there, just taking everything in. He wasn’t in the room when I arrived, as to be expected, and I really had no idea when he was going to come back, if at all. I figured he’d be out at the after parties for quite a while, so I decided to make myself comfortable.

Tossing my bag on the floor next to Niall’s, I glanced into his suitcase; the bag wide open having been priorly rummaged through and I bent down, picking up a red and black flannel that was folded up on top. Bringing the shirt up to my nose, my eyes fluttered closed as I gently drew in a breath before I spun around and held it up to the front of my body, tilting my head as I looked at myself in the mirror. Timidly biting at my lip, I let a smirk spread across my face.

If I came here to surprise him, then I was totally going to fucking surprise him.

Hastily throwing the plaid shirt on the bed behind me, I kicked off my shoes as I struggled to undo my jeans and pull them off. I then yanked off my top off, bundling everything up and laying it on top of my bag. Clad in only my bra and panties, I shuffled over to the big window and tugged the curtains closed before picking up the TV remote from the small table and flipping it on.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, sliding it off my arms and flippantly tossing it over by my stuff on the floor. Drawing in a jumbled breath, I bent over and plucked his shirt from off the bed; carefully slipping my arms inside the sleeves as I let it hang wide open down my body, my bared breasts just slightly covered. I reached up to the top of my head and pulled at the hair tie that was holding up my ponytail and shook out my wild hair before stepping over to the mini bar and grabbing a beer out of it. Jumping back over to the huge bed, I plopped my body down on the one side and sunk into the squishy mattress, eagerly making myself comfortable as I waited for him.

I could feel my heart start to race in my chest as I quietly sat and counted down the seconds in the back of my head, my patience already wearing terribly thin. Leaning back on the headboard, my knees were bent up and knocking together as I mindlessly watched whatever show was on the TV and slowly sipped at my beer, desperately trying to keep my mind off the fact that I had no idea what was going to happen when he finally walked through that hotel door and saw me.

My toes lightly tapped on the bed in a rhythmic fashion as my fingers fiddled with the little black buttons that lined down the one side of his shirt. Gnawing at my lip, I tucked some hair behind my ear as I began to feel a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. My eyes darted across the room, landing on various items of his that were strewn about. Niall’s rummaged through suitcase laying wide open on the floor, his laptop sitting closed and half hanging off the dresser next to the TV. There was a pair of his black Adidas laying haphazardly on the floor by the closet, right next to where his black fur lined winter coat was hanging on a hanger that was hooked on the top of the door frame. I turned my head and looked at the nightstand next to me. A half drank bottle of water sitting next to a small open bag of chips. My fingers curled into the material of both sides of the shirt, tugging it closed over the front on my body as I stained to suck in a heavy breath. What the fuck am I even doing here?

Reaching across my upper body, I set my beer on the small table and began to scoot myself down towards the end of the bed, and just as I heard the hotel door open, I froze. My body tensed, staying as excruciatingly quiet as I could. Straightening my back, I tipped my head down to make sure everything was somewhat covered as my mind started to swirl with unpredictable thoughts.

I heard the door slam shut but couldn’t see him; Niall still haven’t moved past the door frame that was blocking me from the little hallway that entered the room. He coughed, the raspy sound echoing through the large room and I leaned forward a smidge just try and get a glimpse of him; barely catching a small sliver of his back in a wall mirror as he shrugged off his suit jacket and grabbed a hanger from the closet to hang it up. Turning himself around, my big eyes stuck to him as he began to walk into the room.

I didn’t know how long I had been holding my breath for, but as I saw him step into the room and watched his blue eyes flick over to me on the bed, that single look that spread over his face – eyes going wide and his mouth falling agape – I felt as if I was going to black out from the lack of air. The room suddenly felt heavy; air thick and sticky and it was like every exposed part of my body began to blush hot as his stare slowly started to fawn over the sight of me in front of him.

“Summer-...I-...how?”

The incoherent words stammered out off his tongue, his voice deep and rough but laced with softness as he continued to stare at me, his pretty eyes flowing across my half naked body. Timidly licking at my lips, my body began to grow warm as I felt myself calming down and settling into the comfortableness of him being there. He wasn’t mad nor was he upset. On the contrary, the slight smirk on his face and the bright pink that was slowly filling his cheeks and the way his eyes were beginning to faintly glaze over, it was all telling me something entirely different.

“Hey, Niall...I, um...” Catching his stare, my chest rose high as I tried to gather my breaths and get the words out, “I, um, wanted to surprise you...so...surprise!” I yelled it out a little louder than anticipated, my hands flying up in reaction.

Niall huffed out a laugh, his hand raising to nervously comb through his hair. “Wow, look at you…” he muttered under his breath. I gave him a small smile and he tilted his head, squeezing one eye shut in thought before he slowly started to walk over towards me on the bed. Sitting down on the edge, I moved my body up a bit to situate myself next to him and swung my bare legs to dangle over the side.

“How did ya even get in here?” He asked, his head turning to look over at me.

“Dan,” I admitted, flicking my eyes up to the ceiling as I knitted my brows and shoved my hands up under the bend of my knees, “Well, he gave me the hotel info and I just told the front desk that this was my room and they gave me a key. Which...when I look back on it now, probably isn’t the best security.”

I let out a giggle, tipping my face down to look at my bare legs. “I...I tried callin’ ya,” he muttered softly.

“I know,” I replied, with a short huff of breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I just...I felt kinda weird.”

“I-...I made ya feel weird?”

I quickly shot my eyes over to his. “No. Well...kinda, yeah.”

He lightly shook his head. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know. It’s okay,” I assured him, cutting him off. He darted his eyes with mine before he peered down towards his lap, his back hunching over slightly as he rubbed his fingers at the side of jaw. “I just...I just want to keep this fun and light, ya know? And us going out in public like that, it’s just...not good.”

He flicked his eyes back to mine, his brows furrowing. “Why?”

I sucked in a breath, tucking some hair behind my ear as I sunk my teeth down into my bottom lip. “Because...truthfully...I’ve seen what she’s done to you. I can see how much she’s fucked you up, and...I don’t want to be another her.” I paused, watching his bright eyes dance across my face as I spoke, his lips parting slightly. “I don’t want any of that from you, Niall. All that glitz and glamour shit, it’s not me.”

He swallowed hard at my words and dropped his stare. “I just wanna spend time with you, Niall. Have fun with you,” I continued softly. Pulling my hand out from underneath my knee, I reached over to run my fingernails down his bicep, feeling the crisp material of his white button up.

“I, uh...I didn’t even think of it like that,” he finally spoke up, looking over at me. “I’m jus’ so used to havin’ someone there on me arm, I guess I...just assumed-”

“Niall, please. It’s not like I wouldn’t be the proudest girl in the room if I was on your arm, believe me. I just...I want it to be us for now,” I told him, my voice trailing off as I faintly shrugged up a shoulder. Softly catching his stare, his blue eyes sparkled as they bored into mine. “Just you and me. Doing whatever we want.”

He licked across his lips, his shoulders rolling forward as he rested his palms on the mattress by his thighs, his eyes flicking about the room. “Can I tell ya somethin’?” He asked before settling his gaze back to mine. Rolling my lips into my mouth, I gingerly nodded my head.

“I really like spendin’ time with ya, Summer, like a lot. And I really can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout ya either.” He let out a breathy chuckle, his eyes squinting up from the rounds of his cheeks, “Hell, I didn’t even go to the after party tonight ‘cause I was comin’ back here to try and ring ya again!”

Letting out a giggle, I tapped my knees together as I leaned up on the balls of my feet, my heels resting against the side of the bed. “I guess...you don’t have to try and call me now, huh?” I whispered, playfully nudging his arm with my shoulder.

“No,” he chuckled out, “I guess not.”

“Niall?”

“Yeah?”

I turned my face to look over at him, my stare falling down the sharp points of his profile. “I like spending time with you too,” I confessed, my voice soft, “And, maybe...I think about you more than I should sometimes.”

He let a half smirk fall across his lips. “Is that right?”

Nodding my head, I bit at my lip. “It’s only ‘cause you smell good though.”

I watched his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth opening wide as he tipped his head back in a loud booming laugh. I couldn’t help but follow suit, throwing my hand up to cover my mouth and try to stifle my giggle. My head tipped down and I felt my belly do a wicked flip flop as he reached up and lightly rested his hand at the back of my head, his thick fingers carding down through my dark hair. “Never noticed how your face lights up when ya laugh. It’s stunning.”

Shooting my eyes over to his, I struggled to fight off a smile. “And look at you in this,” he commented with his brows raised, his eyes dropping down the span of my body as he gently pinched at the fabric of the plaid shirt right at my side.

“Does it look familiar?” I asked him, scrunching up my nose in a smirk.

He let out a snicker under his breath, the corners of his lips upturning as he kept his gaze on my body. “Yeah...but it looks a hell of a lot better on you.”

I felt my chest get heavy as he dragged his stare back up to my face, his rough fingers falling to sit right against my bum. He didn’t move them, just let them settle there, but I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. Quietly letting my stare slid over his face, I watched his tongue jut out between his slightly parted lips and I had to desperately hold myself back from jumping right on top of him.  

“Well, look at you!” I exclaimed, my voice breaking slightly as I swallowed hard. Reaching over, I slowly ran my hand down the front of his chest, my heart speeding up with every pass of my fingertips over his lean frame. “All spiffed up in a suit. Kinda turning me on.”

He dropped his eyes down to his shirt before peering back at me through the corners. “Oh yeah?”

I shrugged my shoulders as I whipped my head forward again. “Eh. Maybe,” I joked, trying to egg him on. He let out a snort and quickly leaned over, pressing his mouth right to the curve of my neck and gently nipped his teeth at the skin. I yelped loudly, raising my shoulder as my legs coiled up in reaction, a laugh cracking out of my bared throat. He pulled away, a huge pleased smile on his face before he pushed himself up from the bed and stood right in front of me.

Peering up at him, I felt the air in my lungs start to grow heavy. “What are you doing?”

His head rocked back a bit, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he quirked a brow. Sucking in a jumbled breath, his heavy lidded eyes fixated on mine as he reached up and began untying his tie. I could feel my heart pounding like a thousand race horses in my chest and I leaned back on my palms, my thighs spreading and faintly wiggling back and forth as I quietly watched him. Resting my head on my hunched shoulder, my dark hair cascaded down my arm and his fingers pulled at his tie, roughly yanking it from around his neck. I gave him a shy smile as he leaned over and placed it around my neck, the ends hanging just with the open lapels of the shirt. “You’re a nerd,” I softly giggled out to him.

Flicking up his eyebrows, he didn’t say a word as he slowly began to undo the buttons of his white shirt, tugging the bottom hem out from the waistband of his black suit pants as he shimmied himself closer to me. I spread my legs a bit wider to invite him in as I stared up at him and I bit at my lip. Quickly reaching out my hands, I hooked my fingers into the top of his pants and eagerly yanked him into me with a short huff of his breath. My body slid to the edge of the bed, his legs now slotted between my spread thighs as my head tilted all the way back to stare up at him. I could see his chest heave as he peered down at me, his little mouth parted as hot pelts of his breath blew out in uneven waves.

Placing my hands flat to the front of his thighs, I slowly ran them up his legs, my palms pressing into the hot skin of his hips and stomach as I curled them around the sides of his waist, up underneath his open shirt. His pink flushed skin was burning hot and his tummy trembled under the deep press of my fingers. I flicked my eyes up to his before I leaned in, pulling gently at his slim waist as I pushed my wet lips to the hot skin below his belly button. He sucked in a sharp breath, his big hand immediately coming up to rest at the back of my head as I pecked tiny kisses across his lower stomach, my tongue darting out to lick a short trail along the small dark patch of hair.

Groping lightly at his skin with my fingers, I dragged my hands further up his chest, attacking him with my mouth as I nipped gently at the flesh that rounded his hips. He tasted clean and sweet, my lips wrapping softly around his hip bone as I sucked hard. Shooting my eyes up to his face, I watched as his head lolled back at the feeling, his tongue shakily lapping at his dry lips and I curled my fingers around the collar of his shirt to push it down off his shoulders as I lifted my lips from his skin. Locking his stare with mine, he shrugged the shirt off completely, letting it drop to the floor before he leaned over and cupped my jaw in his hands, readily smashing our lips together.

Breathing him in, he slipped his tongue into my mouth as my hands dragged down the front of his body, my fingers fumbling to undo his belt. Humming faintly against my tongue, we inhaled each other's breaths between broken kisses, gasping and straining to hold back our whimpers as his hand moved to cup the side of my neck. His rough fingers dug invasively into my skin, holding onto me as his calloused thumb pressed under my chin to better lift my mouth to his.

Breaking the heated kiss, he lightly rested his forehead against mine, his steamy breath filling my lungs as I struggled to catch mine. I slowly opened my eyes to meet his stare and could have sworn with everything in me that the entire world had stopped spinning in that split second. That single moment when you look into someone’s eyes; when you share their breath and your hearts pound loudly in unison and let the heavy beats fill the stifled space around you both and just…know. It was that moment for me.

His warm hands began to knead at my skin as my fingers stilled on his zipper, finally gotten it pulled all the way down. I could feel his lustful stare soar through me, piercing through every fiber and vein and my body began to weaken with every second under his touch. “Niall…” I breathed out, my eyes blinking closed as he moved his mouth to press his lips to mine again. Cupping his fingers around the back of my head, he gently guided my body down onto the mattress, his knee coming up to rest between my legs as I used my hands to scoot myself up the bed a bit.

Staring up at him as he hovered above me, his lean body was pressed between my spread thighs and his nose nudged at mine as he kissed me again. He let his full weight rest on top of me, my hands coming up to wrap around his thick neck, my fingers brushing into the tiny curls that laid at the nape.

It got heated, fast. Our mouths hot, spit soaked as we ravaged each other, his lips sucking at my neck while whimpers flowed past mine. I tucked my legs up by his hips, his pants barely hanging on at this point. His big hand slipped under the hem of the plaid shirt I was wearing and he softly began to grope at my breasts. I bit at my lip, moans begging to come out and I squeezed my eyes shut at the feeling. Dropping his head, he met the cup of my breasts in his hand with his eager little mouth, his tongue flicking at my hardened nipple and his pink lips puckering up around it as he sucked and played. My chest rose high under the blistering hot of his mouth as his other hand kneaded lightly at my other breast, thumb rubbing hastily across my nipple and making me hiss in a breath.

I gripped my fingers into his hair, my hips rocking up off the bed to rub myself against his hardened length as I felt myself growing wetter for him with each tender sweep of his tongue on my heated skin. Popping off my breasts, his head shot up to look at me and I quickly caught his stare, both of us gasping for air.

“Summer...I…” His voice came out in a deep broken rasp as he darted his dark hungry eyes with mine. I pulled at him, desperate to feel his mouth pressed to mine again, but he resisted.

Knitting my brows, I swallowed hard, afraid I had done something wrong. “Niall...what’s...what’s wrong, are you okay?” I asked him, my voice barely coming out louder than a whisper. He tipped his head down, forehead pressing to my exposed chest as he sucked in a few deep and settling breaths.

With my mind racing, my fingers slowly carded through his hair and dragged down the clammy skin of his back. His heart was pounding against me and his body was shaking a bit from the strain of holding himself up on his elbows above me. Lifting my head up, I pressed a delicate kiss to the top of his head before my mind finally picked up what was wrong. Shifting my hands to cup around his brightly pink tinged cheeks, I gently tugged his face so he met my stare, his chin resting right above my bare chest.

I fixated my eyes on his, my thumb tracing across his pretty lips. “You haven’t been with anyone since her, have you?” I kept my voice soft as I spoke to him, not wanting him to feel ashamed or push the issue more than I should. He didn’t say anything in return, his half lidded eyes slowly blinking as he stared at me and swallowed hard. “You can tell me, Niall.”

“I‘m nervous, don’t wanna disappoint ya,” he huffed out under his breath.

Narrowing my eyes, I pulled him closer to me so that his face was now flush with mine. “You could never disappoint me,” I breathed out, faintly shaking my head.

He let a small smile spread across his face. “I feel like a fuckin’ idiot.”

Laughing out at him, I brought his mouth to mine, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You..” I whispered between hushed kisses to his little lips, “are...not...an idiot.”

“It’s been like six months, Summer,” he blurted out against my mouth and I froze, dropping my head back down to the bed as I peered up at him with big eyes.

“Jesus,” I mumbled.

“Yeah.”

I bit at my lip, my eyes slowly floating across his face. “Do you still wanna do this?” I asked him, my fingers pushing up to brush some of the sticky hair from his forehead.

“More than anythin’,” he breathed out.

Giving him a smile, I lightly nodded my head. “Me too. So, how about we just take it slow, okay? We have all night, no need to rush.”

He let out a huff of breath and sunk his head down, resting it at my cheek. “Yeah, yeah okay.”

Giggling at him, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and let my fingers trace up and down the warm sweat coated skin between his shoulder blades. “Awe baby,” I cooed out gently.

“Shut up,” he grumbled in return against my neck. I felt a smile form across his mouth and I burst out a laugh, my body curling up around him as I tucked my legs over his bum.

“Can you just fucking kiss me now?”

He lifted his face from my skin, his hands shifting to cradle my head as he looked down at me. “So demandin’, aren’t ya?”

I shrugged my shoulders, pressing my lips into a line as I flicked my brown eyes off to the side. “I like it,” he snipped before harshly pushing his mouth to mine. I chuckled into the kiss, my nails sinking into the hot skin of his back. He bit at my bottom lip, pulling back on it as he pushed himself off of me and leaned up on his knees between my legs. Pushing up to rest on my elbows, my gaze swam across his body as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear, sliding them and his pants down to his knees. I tried to hold in my giggles as he kicked a foot out behind him, and then the other, trying to rid himself of his clothes. My head fell back on my shoulders and I let out a loud laugh, my mouth opening wide as he did it again, the pants and underwear finally flying across the span of the room before peeling off his socks and tossing them to the floor.

“Ya laughin’ at me?” he asked, still kneeled between my legs but now completely naked. He reached down, his massive palms splaying out against my ribs as his fingers began to playfully dig into my skin.

My body curled up, gasping laughs escaping my mouth as fell down onto the bed. “Niall! Niall...s-stop!” I crie out, tipping my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. I choked out another laugh before my breath seized up in my throat, my eyes popping open as I felt the warm sensation of his wet mouth wrap around one of my nipples.

My hands immediately flew to his hair, fingers twisting into the dirty blond mess as he gently sucked at me, his teeth grazing across the tender bud. I let my eyes flutter closed at the feeling, tiny breathy whines leaving my lips as he cupped my breasts in his hands and licked his way back and forth between them. Slow and tender, my skin flushed wicked under the assault of his mouth, my chest rising high to meet the small greedy flicks of his tongue.

Kissing his way up my chest, his tongue jut into the hollow space of my throat before attaching to the side of my neck. Pressing his nose at the dip below my ear, his brushed his wet mouth at my skin, erratic breaths pulsing out against me. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled, his tone gravelly in his throat. I smiled at his words, my hands running through his hair as I turned and dipped my face down to push a tender kiss to his temple.

With his body resting on me, I could feel the thick weight of his hardened cock pressing between my legs and my teeth sunk into my bottom lip as I took in countless deep breaths trying to calm myself down, the relentless thoughts of him fucking into me rapidly filling my mind. My toes curled into the mattress as my back arched up off the bed. Slow, Summer. Slow.

I felt his body slowly peel away from mine and I closed my eyes as his warm hands wrapped around my sides right under my armpits and began to drag down the curves of my body. My mouth dropped open, my back arching even more as his clammy palms pressed in deep before stalling at my hips. Using his elbows to spread my thighs apart, I felt the heat of his mouth pelt out and hover over my clothed center. Oh fuck.

Gripping to the duvet, he softly laid his flat tongue to the outside of my soaked panties, licking a wide teasing stripe right up along my slit. I gasped in a breath, his mouth clamping down around my clit, the material of my panties still acting as a thin barrier between us and I rolled my hips down into the mattress as he started to suck at me.

“Oh my...fuck,” I breathed out heavily.

He pushed his mouth harder against me at my reaction, his tongue lapping at the drenched material before he ran his fingers over my hip to hook in the front of my panties, pulling the front down just enough to uncover my clit and giving me a tiny flick with the tip of his tongue. My body jerked at the sensation, my thighs clamping shut around him. “Feel good?” he asked, cockiness dripping off his tongue.

I hastily pushed back up on my elbows, bringing my desirous stare to his as he leaned back on his haunches and raised his brows at me. Grabbing at the sides of my underwear, he began pulling them over my hips and down my legs and I sat up a bit, shrugging my shoulders as I started to take off his plaid shirt.

“Keep it on,” he told me, his voice low.

Flicking my eyes back to his, my lips curled into a smirk. “Knew there was a dirty little boy in there,” I mewed out to him, rolling my tongue in my mouth as I obediently tugged the shirt back over my shoulders. He leaned his body back over me with a knowing chuckle, nudging his nose with mine as he pushed me back down to the bed.

Grabbing his face in my hands, I pulled him into another kiss, our bare chests tightly pressed together as he fell on top of me once again. I could feel the warmth of his rock hard cock slipping against my folds as his lower body rolled against me, his hips lifting just a bit as he let his swollen cock rub gently between my legs. I pulled his hot breath into my mouth, humming lightly as my fingers curled into the long hairs behind his ears and rocked my hips up to meet his needy grinds, my wet slit sliding along his throbbing shaft.

His fingers locked around my head, his lips moving from mine to kiss down my jaw. “Shit, Summer,” he mumbled out into the crook of my sticky neck. I sunk my teeth down into my lip, my heart beating faster and the warmth pooling at my center with each slow pass of his leaking tip over my clit. My body tightened around him; my feet sliding down the back of his hairy thighs as I begged him, pleaded with him to fuck me already. I wanted him inside me so fucking bad, I wanted to feel him filling me.

Digging my nails into his scalp, his mouth sucked fervently at the side of my throat, my lips falling agape as his perfect little teeth scraped at my heated flesh. “Slow….s-slow...slow,” I breathed out to myself, my body desperately trying not to fall apart underneath him. Hearing me, he sunk his teeth into my dank skin, a small cry leaving my lips before he lifted his face to look at me.

“You want me, don’t ya?” His voice came out in a raspy whisper as he stared down at me. I darted my eyes with his, his lips barely grazing at mine as he grinded his hips down against me, my body trembling as the swollen ridge of his cock hit right across my sensitive clit.

“Yes...God yes, Niall,” I mumbled into his mouth, arching my back to press my body harder against him. He was so warm, always so fucking warm. “I’m...I’m trying…” I got out between kisses, “Trying-...slow...”

He let out a breathy chuckle into my mouth and I broke away from his lips, tipping my head back into the mattress as he rocked himself harder against me. My thighs clamped tight around his hips and I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling sharply. “I...I need you inside me...right...fucking now, Niall,” I blurted out in choppy heaving breaths, my body shaking beneath him.

His body stalled, resting against my trembling frame and I felt the light brush of his finger over my temple, slipping my dark hair off my forehead. Bringing my eyes back to his, I was met with a slight smirk. “Say it again,” he whispered, “Tell me ya want me.”

Licking across my lips, I let my fingernails scrape down the side of his stubbled jaw, a coy smile spreading as I was more than willing to play his game. Lifting my mouth to his, I softly ghosted my lips to his. “I want you, Niall, I want you so fucking bad,” I mewed, my voice sickeningly sweet as I licked lightly into his mouth. “I wanna feel you inside me, fucking me...filling me up. Please. Oh God, please, I want you to fuck me.”

He groaned out at my words, his head tucking down against my neck to suck at the dip in my throat as he lifted his hips up off my body. I felt his hand shove down between us, the roughness of his two fingers sliding down between my soaked folds making me shudder as he slowly circled them at my entrance. My hands fell to his shoulders, my nails sinking into the freckled skin. With my breaths heavy in my chest, I rolled my hips up off the bed towards his hand, gasping as he slowly pushed his two thick fingers inside me. He worked me with them, his wrist twisting as he lightly pushed them deeper inside me with each pump of his hand, his mouth still sucking and licking along the jut of my bared throat.

My mouth dropped open, my stare shooting to him as he left my skin with the gentle smack of his pink puffy lips and locked in on his heavy lidded eyes, his pupils blown so wide the blue had completely vanished. A slight sheen of sweat covered his sweet red mottled face and his hot breath poured out of his parted mouth. I had never seen a more beautiful boy in my entire life. He didn’t utter a word, our eyes so heavily focused on each other that everything else in the room seemed like a blur.

I felt the slight pull of his fingers from my center, my body tensing at the empty feeling as he wrapped his hand around his cock and placed the tip right to my swollen entrance. Yanking his hand out from between us, he moved his arms to rest by my shoulders, his big hands cradling around my head as his fingers twisted into my thick hair. I slid my arms up under his armpits and hooked my hands up by his shoulders, coiling my body around him as I struggled to compose my breaths, just waiting to feel him inside me. Swirling his hips a little, he let the tip of his cock press slowly against my opening before dipping ever so slightly inside. Niall locked his eyes with mine and I sucked in a jumbled breath, holding it deep in my risen chest as he gently rolled his hips and buried his length inside me.

My eyes fluttered in a broken gasp, his mouth dropping open as we both whined out from the overwhelming feeling. Leaning down he roughly pushed his lips to mine, his tongue filling my mouth as my fingers kneaded at the balmy skin of his back, feeling the muscles tense and contract with each tiny movement. His thrusts began slowly, so fucking slowly. So much so that I could feel every fucking part of him, every thick swollen inch stretching my surrounding walls as he filled me deeper and deeper with every rock of his hips.

“Oh my God,” I moaned out as he pulled away from the kiss, my head lifting up off the mattress to tuck in by his sweaty neck. He felt incredible inside me, filled me perfectly, my body fitting around him like he was made just for me. Hearing his low grunts panted out heavy in my ear as he kept his slow steady thrusts, he pulled his slim hips back just enough to let the head of his cock hit right at my g-spot. I could already feel myself starting to succumb to my orgasm; faster than I ever had before and as much as I wanted to hold myself back and make it last, my body had other ideas.

Sinking my teeth into the curve of his neck, my mind became frazzled, hazy with lust and my eyes squeezed shut as I felt my lower stomach begin to tense, my trembling body helplessly contracting around him. My fingernails dragged down his back, muscles flexing as he moved above me and my neck was dripping wet with the steamy breaths of him that were pouring out against my clammy skin.

Gently crying out as my center tightened around him, my legs began to shake uncontrollably.  “Fuck, fuck…oh shit...yes!” My whole body curled tight to him as I moaned out, the words sticking to the back of my throat as I gasped for air. He kept thrusting, slow and tedious as my body continued to writhe beneath him, his lips delicately pressing to my neck as he sucked at my skin, a shallow broken ‘fuck’ falling from my mouth over and over with each rock of his hips. I had come hard, hard and quick. Quicker than I ever had with anyone before, which surprised me all on it’s own.

Gasping for breaths as I fought to bring myself down, I pulsed heavily around him as I felt his thrusts get stronger, his head lifting from my neck to peer down at me as I lightly laid my head back to the bed. He gave me a knowing half smirk and roughly pressed his mouth to mine before pulling back and leaning his body up a bit so his palms laid flat to the mattress beside me. I just stared up at him, my eyes fluttering with each thrust of his cock, studying the beads of sweat that were sliding down his temples over his pink puffy cheeks as he fucked into me. He tipped his head down to briefly watch himself slide in and out of me, his stomach clenching with each roll of his hips. I knew he was close, so very close.

Shifting his body, he leaned back even more, gripping his big hands around the small of my waist. He stared down at me, locking his arms as he rested the weight of his body on mine, using this as leverage to fuck into me at a different angle. Pushing in deeper, he thrust into me with everything he had, the sounds of our heated skin slapping as my wetness spilled from my center and his deep grunts mixed with my uneven shallow cries, generously filled the entire room. My mouth dropped open in a hitched breath, my fingers desperately grasping at the skin of his spread knees that laid next to my bum.

I could feel the warmth start to spark through my center again, my body clenching up around him as my next orgasm began to build fast. “Fuckin’...fuckin’ christ,” he breathed out as I tightened around him, his eyes pinching shut as he dipped his hips and fucked harder into me. Struggling for air, my chest heaved as his solid weight pressed into my stomach and the hard ridge of his cock dragged against my swollen inner walls, my orgasm begging to be released with every fervid pull.

My thighs clamped around his slim hips, my mouth hanging open as I felt the fire pulse under my skin and I pushed my head back into the mattress, my body stilling as I held a deep breath tight in my chest. “Niall...p-please...please,” I begged softly, begged for him not to stop, to keep fucking me, my second orgasm right on the edge. My thighs vibrated, my toes curling as I heard him suck in a breath.

“Fuck...Summer....I-…” his words stuttered out as he was trying to hold off, trying so fucking hard to hold off for me. Shooting my eyes open, I brought my chin down and locked my blurry stare with him. His pink swollen lips parted slightly, his hair wet with sweat and hanging down over his forehead as his hot breath rushed out over my face. My body trembled beneath him, I was so close. So fucking close.

Darting my eyes with his, I knew he couldn’t hold it any longer, his hips going wild and sloppy as he continued to thrust into me. Raising up a hand, I brushed the matted hair from his face and shakily nodded my head to him, my stomach tensing under his grip as my center pleaded to come around him again. But I knew. I knew he needed his. “Go ‘head. Come...come inside me,” I whispered to him, my voice soft and frail.

His eyes rolled back with my words and he hissed in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his little top lip curling up as he buried himself deep within me one last time, his breath catching thick in his throat. Stilling his sweat coated body, he came hard inside me with a low grunt, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt his thick warmth slowly spurt against my walls and fill me. I pulsed around him, my body still teetering over that edge as I rocked my hips up against him, completely desperate for my second release. My name slipped off his tongue under his breath and I gasped as I felt him pull out from my center and sit himself back on his haunches, his utterly fucked out gaze falling over the used sight of me.

Not being able to contain myself – my body screaming at me to come again – I gently peeled my eyes open and slipped my hand down between my quivering legs. Slipping my two middle fingers inside my heavily coated swollen center, I curled them up and flicked them around, gathering his warm cum on my fingertips before quickly bringing them back up to my mouth.

Tipping my head to the side, I caught his wide blue stare as I slide my slick fingers into my mouth and sucked the bitter combined taste of us off of them. His chest rose high as he watched me, his big hand now wrapped back around his length as he slowly began stroking himself.

Smiling at him, I brought my hand back down and pushed my fingers back inside myself, my hips rocking up to meet the tiny thrusts as I attempted to bring myself to my next release. I bit at my lip, resting my head back into the mattress as my eyes rolled closed, completely letting myself get into the moment. Bringing my legs up slightly off the bed, my fingers slipped easily in and out of my dripping center, my small palm rubbing at my clit as I worked myself, breathy whimpers now escaping my parted lips. I could feel my stomach start to tense, the burning warmth of my orgasm rolling through my body and my eyes shot open just as I felt the heavy tip of his cock press at my opening. Peeking down at him, he gave me a shy half smile as he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and yanked my fingers from my heat, slipping his fully hard cock back inside me.

I let out a loud cry, my body shuddering as he very slowly thrust in and out of me, his hips resting high to let the head of his dick hit right at my special spot. I could barely catch my breath, my legs tightening around his lean frame as I watched him bring my two used fingers up to his mouth and twirl his tongue around them, sucking the mixed juices off before popping them from his rounded lips and leaning back down over top of me.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I immediately wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my nails digging into the skin of his sticky neck as he fucked into me, my body coiling up and shaking uncontrollably beneath him. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes from the intensity and I gasped in choppy needed breaths; clenching hard around him as he pushed a hand down between us, his rough fingertips finding my clit and rubbing tight circles.

“Fucking... shit, Niall….f-fuck...Oh God...”

The words flew unwieldy from my mouth; the extreme sensations he was causing me had my over worked body hovering right at that sweet edge. I drew in a deep breath, holding it my chest as I felt the fingers of his other hand brush against my face as he still twirled circles at my clit. Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to mine, eagerly begging me for a kiss. I gripped tight to his hair, my body folding into him as I kissed him, my orgasm finally letting free and flowing through my body.

Arching my back high off the bed, my mouth fell open in a silent gasp, no sounds escaping as I began to convulse and writhe beneath him, a few hot tears slipping down the side of my face and over my reddened cheeks. Tightening around his thickness, his thrusts kept steady as he gently worked me through, watching me as his curiosity of me coming for him again left him almost breathless. A shallow weakened scream etched out out my dry throat and I furiously bit into my lip to try to control myself, control my body but to no avail. I was overpowered by my wild release, by Niall.

Raking my nails down his sticky skin, my chest heaved under him as my lungs demanded air and my heart thumped wicked against my ribcage. “Niall….fuck...Niall…” His name softly hummed off my tongue as I started to come down, my center still pulsing around him as he slid his fingers from between my legs, bringing it up to cradle both around my head.

Settling my body as best I could, I choked back a jumbled breath and carefully opened my eyes, meeting his glassy stare as my body faintly shivered under his touch. “That was fuckin’ intense,” he mumbled to me, his warm sweet breath spilling out onto my face.

My eyes blinked heavily as I tried to regain myself, a small contented smile coming over my mouth. “Yeah...it was.”

He huffed out a chuckle, his thumbs rubbing by my temples to wipe at the wet marks left by my escaped tears. “You were cryin’,” he mentioned, his brows knitting faintly as his concerned eyes floated across my face.

Breathing out a soft chuckle, my eyes fell closed for a second before I swallowed hard and peered back up at him. “You were fucking me.”

He darted his eyes with mine, both of us breaking out in a fit of laughter as he tucked his head down to my dampened neck. I could still feel him inside me, having fallen soft already and I curled my arms around his neck and pressed my mouth to the side of his face, my lips tracing to the shell of his ear. “Definitely not disappointed,” I whispered to him, letting my teeth nip playfully at his ear.

He let out a laugh against me, his lips tugging into a smile against my skin. “Good,” he muttered back, “‘cause that right there, that was fuckin’ somethin’ else.”

Tipping my head back, I gave him a small laugh, my fingers curling into his hair as I gently yanked his head back up to look at me, his perfect face now flush with mine. Tracing my lips with my tongue, my eyes flickered across his beautifully flushed face and I gave him a shy smile.

“That...was me and you, Niall.”

I felt a tender kiss press to the round of my bare shoulder and the slight drift of his hand slope down the curve of my side before the bed shifted and the sound of his socked feet padded across the carpeted floor. Hearing the bathroom door close partly as he flipped on the light, I blinked my eyes open through the dark room and rolled over towards his side of the bed onto my back. Rolling my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the bright red glare of the hotel’s alarm clock, I just could barely make out the time through my groggy sleep laden stare.

8:34 am.

Letting out a shallow groan, I tossed up a hand to rub at my eyes and heard what sounded like running water coming from the bathroom. I wasn’t quite sure if it was water from the sink or if it was him peeing. Shaking my head at my inane thoughts, a short vibrating noise startled me, making me flick my eyes over to his night stand.

Another vibrating noise. And another.

I quickly glanced over to the bathroom before I sat my body up a bit and tucked my unruly brown hair behind my ear before reaching over and picking up his phone, just gently tipping it to read the screen.

It was her. This early in the morning? Jesus Christ.

Hearing the toilet flush, I promptly set the phone back down where it was and hurriedly shuffled my naked body back down under the covers and onto my side right as he swung the door open and stepped back out into the room. I heard him sniffle as he shuffled back to his side of the bed and I pressed my eyes closed, pretending I was still asleep. He sunk back down under the covers into the bed with me, his heavy arm snaking around my waist as he nestled his abnormally warm naked body right up against mine. Burying his face into my fanned out dark hair that rested on my pillow, I pulled in a deep breath as I let the low drone of his open mouth breathing and the steady rhythmic beat of his heart, slowly lull me right back into a much needed sleep.