#HIS SMILE IS GONNA BE THE END OF MEEEEE

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DadBod!Miguel as a brat tamer

You’d been dying to go out dancing for a while now, but your man, Miguel, wasn’t too keen on going. Besides being swamped with work, he also wasn’t really into the scene due to his introverted nature. Not that you were an extrovert nor was it your scene either, however, you did love to dance. You didn’t need to drink or smoke or take those “poppers” or network with a bunch of fakes or whatever. You just loved to dance, and Miguel loves nothing more than to see you happy, so he agreed.

Miguel took you to a really nice spot in the city that played some salsa and reggaeton bangers. For Miguel, the smile plastered on your face made all the loud music and over-bearing people worth dealing with.

“Alright, mama, the floor is all yours. I’ll be waiting here.” He uses his lips to motion at a small table off to the side. Attached to his arm, you look up at him with a frown.

“You sure you don’t wanna dance with meeeee?” You bat your eyes, using one last effort to get him on the dance floor, but alas, he wouldn’t budge. To ease the disappointment, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead and tells you to have fun, and that he gets more joy out of watching you instead.

Making your way into the crowd, one of your favorite songs comes on and you immediately get into it, and like sew, you find a group of those sweet girls that are complete strangers but end up being your best friends by the end of the night because that’s how nights at the club go.

You all dance with each other, singing/screaming the lyrics at each other. Y’all salsa dance with each other, swaying your hips, letting loose. You’re having a blast, but a part of you still wishes that Miguel was dancing with you.

You glance over at the small table where he sits with his legs spread wide open, his black slacks that fit his thick thighs and ass perfectly, and his belt hugging his wide waist, his soft belly the cherry on top. His black top is buttoned up except for the top four, letting his chest hair peek. The long sleeves are fighting for their lives as they try to contain his bulging muscles. He makes the table look so small. His dress shoes are just as shiny as the thin, gold chain around his neck. He takes a swig of his drink as he looks back at you, practically undressing you with his eyes. You smile at him when you decide to give him a show.

Miguel lets his mouth sit slightly open as he watches you dance, your ass jiggling through the thin fabric of your dress. Whilst enjoying your show, he’s simultaneously looking around, making sure no one makes a move on what’s his.

The song comes to an end and a more slow one begins. You start seeing people couple up and you look at Miguel again, your hand motioning for him to come to you.

Miguel shakes his head and raises his hands in refusal, but you’re not giving up.

It’s corny, but you start lassoing a pretend rope, miming as if you’re pulling him onto the dance floor. This wins a chuckle from him, but he doesn’t get up, shaking his head ‘no’. You drop your hands in defeat then make a tear drop motion with your finger on your face and pout. He pouts as well, and mouths ‘I love you’ as a sorry for not wanting to dance.

You chuckle back and roll your eyes, walking toward the table.

“You’re really not gonna slow dance with me? Not even a little bit?” You ask with your hands on your hips.

“Baby, you know I’m not a dancer.” He says, grabbing your hand to rub circles on with his thumb.

“I’m not asking you to be a dancer, I’m asking you to hold me and step side to side with me for like 2 minutes.” You cross your arms, actually getting upset now.

“How about this, I’ll slow dance with you when we get home, alright?” He speaks lovingly, trying to compromise his own insecurities so that you were happy. You let out a short sigh, “You’re acting like an old man…” Miguel wasn’t amused by that comment, but he knows you’re just giving attitude at this point. “ay beba, por favor, no seas asi conmigo…” he tuts, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer in between his legs, his thumbs making circles on the fat of your hips.

“No, that’s fine. Be like that then.” You pull away from his hands to turn on your heel, going back to the dance floor.

Everyone is already paired up, and you look around awkwardly trying to figure out what to do. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see a guy.

He’s absolutely nothing compared to your Miguel but you guess he’ll do for now. You smile at him and begin dancing with him. It’s bachata, so your hips are extremely close to his, his hands tightly grabbing your waist to keep you tightly against his own body.

The glass in Miguel‘s hand could’ve broken had he squeezed any tighter.

You paid no mind to him, but you could feel Miguel’s eyes practically burning a hole into you. Maybe next time, he won’t think twice about dancing with you now.

He thinks about just running in there and ripping the guy to shreds, but he knew better than to embarrass his girl in public like that. He’ll have a talk with you later, privately.

2 hours go by and Miguel sits miserably at his seat after watching you dance with strangers. When you walk back to the table tiredly, you see how pissed Miguel looks.

“Okay… I’m ready to go home!” You’re breathing hard from dancing. Miguel is silent and cold, but still stands to take your hand and walk you out of the club, holding your purse, carrying your shoes, and letting you wear his jacket.

The whole ride home is quiet and his hand that is usually on your thigh isn’t there. You know why. You felt bad, but you never asked much of him, and the one thing you ask for, he wouldn’t give to you.

Still feeling guilty, you try to start conversation in the car, about what to possibly cook for dinner or if y’all needed any groceries, but he just kept facing the road, his brows furrowed and hands clutching onto the steering wheel.

Once you two get home, you reach for your car door handle, but Miguel spits out a curt ‘wait’. Miguel hates when you open doors for yourself. That’s his job, the gentleman. He leaves the car to go over to your side to open the door, but when he does, he stands in your path, and you’re not able to get out, “Care to explain to me what all that was?” His speaks with authority.

“What do you mean?” You play slick. You knew your boyfriend was a giant teddy bear at heart, but sometimes… it was fun pushing his buttons.

“Que tu creer? The stunt you pulled at the club, that’s what I’m talking about.” You’re really trying him, but Miguel is doing his best to control his temper.

“I was just dancing. I asked you if wanted to and you said no, so-“ and in less than a second, Miguel’s pulled you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house.

You laugh hysterically, kicking your feet, calling out his name and telling him to put you down. Oh, he was mad. You were laughing, but none of this was funny to Miguel.

“o, bueno, entonce baile con un cabron, right?”His voice starts to raise and his blood begins to boil as he walks through the front door and makes way to y’all’s bedroom.

He throws you onto your bed, your body bouncing on the softness of the comforter as you let out some giddy chuckles.

“Jealous?” You smirk, having a little too much fun with this.

“You think this is funny? Cuz’ I don’t.” His lips don’t curl even a bit, which meant you were in for it. You watch him start to unbuckle his pants, biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together.

Just when he was gonna pull down his slacks and briefs, you gasp when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you open. He basically rips your panties off to find that you’re already starting to drip. “Puta madre, you’re so needy…” he hisses under his breath while he pulls down his briefs, revealing his own dripping, hard mess. He goes to pump himself, inches away from your heat. Watching him fuck his own hand so close to your entrance, you needed some type of relief, so you reach for your clit, but Miguel is quick to catch it and hold it above your head, pinning your other hand shortly after, “Nuh uh, you don’t get to do that. Not tonight, baby.”

His vice on your wrist is tight, making you squirm under him while he thrusts into his one hand, your wrists pinned against the pillow in the other.

His breathing picks up as he edges to his climax, the squelching of his pre-cum in his hand ringing in your ears. He purposefully moans and whimpers into the shell of your ear, putting you through absolute torture. “You don’t like it, do you? Not getting what’s yours? Huh?” He breathlessly speaks between each pound into his fist, your moans becoming more desperate. You can feel yourself clench around nothing, your body weeping for his fat cock.

“Mig, please, pleaseeeee… not fairrrrr,” you beg, wriggling under his grasp, his belly grazing yours every time you arch your back. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and any time you tried lifting your cunt closer to his dick, he’d pull away so you wouldn’t reach, and you’d whine in defeat.

“Not fair? Dancing with some idiot when I told you to wait ‘til we get home isn’t fair.” He growled. With a small whimper, he did one last, slow thrust into his hand before he could combust, edging himself because he wasn’t gonna let you have the pleasure of having his come all over your stomach. Not yet.

He lets go of your hands and positions himself on his knees, moving closer to your leaking cunt. Getting hot, he unbuttons his top and throws it across your shared bedroom, unveiling his now glistening dad bod. You thought you could come just from the sight.

“Fuck, had you not acted up, I’d be devouring this… mierda…” his mouth waters from how wet you were, but he had to stand on business. You flinched when you feel one of his thick fingers drag along your folds, from the bottom to top. When his middle finger meets your pulsing clit, he draws small circles on it, making you whine, “Miguel! Please, I’m sorryyyy, pleasepleasepleaseplease…”

Your eyes are wide shut and your mouth completely open when he starts quickly shaking his forefingers against your clit, your juices flying and falling onto his lap. Miguel takes your moans as indications that you’re close, so just when you’re about to come,

He stops.

You literally cry when he pulls away his hand, a smirk growing on his face, “Mig, I- please, I can’t- I can’t, I’m sorryyy,” you plead for his fat cock, which is practically hovering over your aching heat.

He lowers himself to you, his hands gripping onto the softness of your waist. This allows you to feel his length against your pelvic bone, twitching and wet.

“Sorry for what?” He glares down at you, waiting for your reply.

“Sorry for being mean… just wanted to dance with my man, is all,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his forehead to yours.

“I won’t do it again, I promise. Please, fuck me?” Your eyes wide with innocence and pleas, you push over Miguel’s heart. You play with his chest hair as he scans your body, thinking if he should accept your apology.

“Coño… such a brat. I’ve spoiled you, you know that?” His voice softens, lining himself up with your hips.

“Because you love me!” You baby talk back to him, batting your lashes at him knowing you’re finally gonna get what you wanted.

“I do. Too much.” Is what he breaths out before rooting a hot, tongued kiss. He groans into your mouth when he starts grinding his cock against your folds, with the addition of your hand pulling on his curly locks on the back of his head.

He pulls away, a string of saliva breaking as he looks down to guide his puffy tip to your entrance. He brings his lips to your ear again and as he slides his dick in, he simultaneously grunts in your ear, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Giving you no time to adjust, he pounds your pussy into tomorrow. The room full with your pornographic moans as well as Miguel’s, the lewd squelching, and the bed creaking. If he went any harder, he’d break it.

Miguel has your legs pushed against your chest now, putting you in a panting mess. He bunched up your dress so that your skirt was up to your midriff and the neckline sat right below your bouncing tits. The way his tip meets your spot every time had you seeing stars and yelping high-pitched gibberish. His happy trail and lower belly slapping against your clit was the cherry on top of everything.

After groaning in your ear, Miguel whispers again, “Am I still an old man, Beba? Huh?” His lip curls as he watches you go dumb from his cock.

You didn’t even bother answering him because all you could think about was how good he was filling you.

He slaps your ass and this snaps some sense into you, somewhat bringing your gaze to his. “Answer me, baby.”

Your voice shakes from the rigor of his thrusts, but you still manage a, “N-no, baby… no…” While you were somewhat right, Miguel was still technically older than you, but that didn’t stop him from fucking you like a horny college boy. The man knew how to fuck and make you come.

“That’s right, mama… fuuck…” Miguel lets a couple more groans out, his ability to be so vocal helping the coil in your stomach unfurl.

“Baby, I’m- I’m gonna c- I’m gonna come…” you barely get it out in a whisper.

Miguel slaps your ass again, “louder.”

“I’m gonna come!” You cry out, your climax about to explode, but Miguel feels you clench.

“ay, diablo… you liked that, didn’t you? Squeezing me s’good…” he slaps your ass one more time before you let out a series of ‘yes’, your hips stuttering against his.

Miguel drags out his own high, slowly pumping in and out of you as he groans into your ear, “Mmmfuckkkk mami…”

He pulls out slowly as to not hurt you, his juices mixed with yours, eventually leaking out. After telling you how good you were and placing a loving kiss to your cheek, He grabbed some tissues on the night stand and cleaned you both up.

“Hey, I really am sorry about earlier. I feel bad for how I acted.” You finally catch your breath, speaking sweetly to Miguel who was changing into a clean set of boxers. He had put you in one of his t-shirts that fits oversized and grabbed a pair of panties for you.

Miguel insists on getting you everything and doing everything for you. When he said he spoiled you, he meant it. He took off your dress and dressed you, he wiped your face with toner, got you some water, everything. You were his queen.

“Mamita, please, I should be sorry for not dancing with you.” He coddled you, pulling you to his chest. No bed sheet or pillow could compare to his soft stomach. “Well, still, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.” You look up at him from his chest and he looks down at you, his hand rubbing your back underneath your shirt.

He lets out a soft chuckle, “It’s alright, mama. Besides,” he turns over to his side, making you two face each other and he whispers, “I can just fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder while he lets out a velvety laugh.

Even though the space between y’all is minimal, it is still too far for Miguel’s liking, so he wraps you in his burly arms, your leg instinctively slinking over his waist. His laughter dies down, your own giggling coming to a stop, and he just whispers, “You know I love you, right? So much, it’s crazy.” Which makes you smile like an idiot, so you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too, viejito.” Now it was Miguel’s turn to scowl and you laugh.

But his expression melts when you kiss his nose as a quick save. Not enough, Miguel cups your face for a full kiss. It was a less passionate kiss, but a long, loving one, putting the perfect seal to an incredibly romantic and intimate moment.

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Stephen Glass - FLUFF

Stephen Glass x reader

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 2

It had been a few days since the kiss happened between you and Stephen. For work you usually got up groggily, no interest in working. really. But today was different, today you got to see Stephen again since the party.

You got up early, all happy and motivated. Did your makeup, straightened your hair and put on a fitting office outfit like usual. You made your way to work and entered your office. Usually you didnt see Stephen until break so you werent stressed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

At break Stephen was avoiding you. Plainly just avoiding you, as if you did something wrong. Even tried everything there was. Searching for eyecontact, brushing up against him, but nothing. It broke your heart. Werent you just so in love at the party? It made you question yourself.

„Am I being too clingy?“ „Am I annoying?“ „What did i do to him…?“

You spent your lunch at your office, hurt and sad. Caitlin noticed and came after you. Knocking softly on the door before entering.

„Hey y/n whats wrong, sweetie?“ she asked softly.

„Stephen‘s ignoring me.. avoiding me. What did i do wrong???“ you blurt out.

Even held back tears which almost dared to escape your eye.

„Oh god im gonna kill him.. He‘s been avoiding you? How did your night end with him? You slept together? maybe??“ She asked curiously.

„No!! None of that! We kissed good night on my doorstep and then he left..“ „He‘s obviously playing me.. i shouldve known.“

„y/n no! I swear he‘s head over heels for you! I dont know what‘s gotten into him! I‘ll talk to him i promise!!! You guys are meant to be.“ Caitlin reassured you.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Then she left you alone with your thoughts again. Work went miserable. Zero motivation for anything, unlike other days where work could maybe, just slightly be fun.

After work Amy walked over to you.

„y/n!!! Come grab dinner with me..?“ she asked sweetly and you agreed.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

You made reservations and sat by a table. Ordered drinks and your meal. Amy then spoke up.

„y/n, Cate told me Stephen‘s been ignoring you.. im gonna kill him you know.“

„No! no dont do that. Just leave it be.. i knew he wasnt different from other guys.. theyre all the same.“ you sigh sadly..

„y/n i promise you he loves you so much! i-i dont know what‘s gotten into that freak. Cate‘s talking to him right know. Theyre having dinner too. If thats ok with you…?“

Ok? ok? why wouldnt it be.. wasnt as if he was your boyfriend.

„Yeah i mean i dont care anymore..“

„y/n.. you do care. She‘s gonna talk to him and help you.. well no help him and his stupid ass mind.“

You let out a laugh, finally. Ever since lunch you didnt even crack a smile.

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

After dinner you and Amy went to your apartment, got ready and decided to go to a club. I mean.. why not right? No one could stop you. You got into a revealing outfit and gave Amy some of your clothes to borrow.

You made your way into the night and into a club, a crowded club if i must mention.

Both you and Amy got yourselves a drink and as the night went on Caitlin joined you both as well. Little did you know that Amy and Caitlin had made a plan to bring Stephen to the club to make it up to you.

You were drunker than both of them and they had a blast with you.

Thats when you started SINGING LIKE CRAZY.

„You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress oooohhhhhh!!!!! Kiss meeeeee, beneath the milky twilighttttt“

„Lead meeeee out the moonlit flooorrrr!!“

Caitlin couldnt stop laughing at it. Amy‘s stomach hurt so much from laughing.

„God, y/n youre sooo funny!“ Amy laughed out.

Caitlin nodded while laughing as well.

That‘s when Stephen approached you from behind, Caitlin noticed and nodded at him. Stephen tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around. When you saw him, your whole mood ruined.

„What the fuck is he doing here!!“ you yell at the girls.

„Talk to him y/n!!!“ and then they left…

⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Stephen followed you around to see your face.

„Cupcake, please i can explain!!“

„noooooooppeeeee“ you drunkenly denied him.

„I dont wanna hear ittttt!!“

„y/n please!!“ he pleaded, begged for you.

You held your head up and rushed away from him. Giggling while at it. You were really out of it. Until he got ahold of you, grabbing you gently by the arm. He pulled you to a secluded corner of the club and held you. Tears in his eyes. Typical…

„Cupcake, please. Hear me out-.“

„Fine..“

„I-I thought.. you only wanted to kiss me for new years… and then.. at the office i thought you only wanted to tease me. I felt.. like.. like a freak…“

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. Rolling your eyes. „Oh please.. couldnt even talk to me? Dont play coy with me im not dumb.“

„y/n i promise! I felt like an idiot. I missed that kiss.. i missed you so much..“ A tear fell from his eye. It was real.

You wiped his tear and held his chin.. „Dont cry now.. im just mad. I mean.. I really like you and you do me like this.“

„I understand y/n but im willing to be better.. for you. At least now i know we‘re for real.“

„Yeah.. we‘re for real.. No misinterpretations.“

Stephen nodded and leaned in for a kiss, you giggled, your drunken self was back after being mad.

„You laughing at me now??“ Stephen chuckled and accused you.

„Yeeeahhhh“

He kissed you deeply with a smile and you kissed back. Both of you enjoyed the night, dancing together and making out.

Amy and Caitlin high fived. The job was done.

At least for now.

More was planned on their side.

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[solivagant242]

losing you pt. 3

remus lupin x f!reader

warnings: strong angst, losing a relationship, minor swearing (?)

pt. 1 pt. 2 pt.4

amberly is used as the MC here since i used to write a lot of fanfics with her, but feel free to self-insert or use whatever name you like <3.

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“How are you doing these days?”

The question catches Amberly off guard from where she’s sitting cross-legged on a clean (grease- and oil-stained) sheet on Sirius’ spotless (covered in nuts, bolts, and some parts she couldn’t even recognize) garage floor. She blinks, curling her bandaged fingers tighter together in her jacket pocket. “I’m good. Pretty tired, these days. I think seasonal depression is getting to me.” She forces a laugh. 

Sirius tilts his head at her. “You love fall, though. You were always that one fucking nerd who prayed for school to re-open every year.” He pitches his voice higher, reaching into the cardboard box of cookies. “Oh, look at me- I’m Amberly, and all the professors wish they could adopt meeeee!”

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “We’re not in school anymore though, Pads.”

“Be a man and go talk to her!”

“Shut up, she’s gonna hear,” hissed Remus, glancing covertly around the corner of the bookshelves. The quiet Ravenclaw had returned to her peaceful study alcove, big brown eyes flicking back and forth over the pages of her book as she scribbled notes on parchment. “D’you think I even have a chance? Like, really?”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “All I know is that I’m really fucking tired of hearing you rave about how beautiful her eyes are, or how insanely smart she is, or blah blah blah. Go do something about it, Moony, or I’ll fake a note from you!”

“You wouldn’t”-

Amberly looked up. She could just see the flicker of red as the two Gryffindors ducked back behind the shelves. Narrowing her eyes, she gave the shelf a final glare and returned to her work.

She didn’t know that two days later, Remus would ask her out. To visit Hogsmeade and ask for her help finding the right Potions book for next year, ostensibly since she was top of the class. Or that he would ask her to go skating the next week.

Or that he would be her first kiss under the mistletoe in the Gryffindor common room, as Sirius tossed eggnog over them and James showered them with glitter from the Christmas decorations. Or that they’d continue dating, all through the end of their four years there, or that she would fall so head-over-heels in love with him that she’d still yet to hit the ground.

She wouldn’t know that it would lead to this, either.

How could she?

“Are you okay?”

Sirius’ words seem to be coming from far, far away. Amberly shakes her head, bringing herself back to earth. Her throat constricts painfully and something hot drips on the backs of her hands. She hadn’t even realized she was crying. 

“I- I’m fine,” she manages to stutter, smearing at her eyes with the backs of her hands. “Just been a long week, that’s all.”

Sirius puts an arm around her, concern coloring his tone. “Are you sure?”

But now Amberly is remembering the cold, dismissive tone in Remus’ voice, the glare he’d given her as he called her clingy, those eyes that she’d once loved beyond all measure filled with nothing but annoyance and scorn. 

She breaks down in tears right there on Sirius’ garage floor. 

Sirius, to give him credit, doesn’t try to ask what’s wrong. Doesn’t ask for information or press for answers, just lets her cry all over his leather jacket as he holds her shoulders. He pats her hair soothingly. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s really okay.”

“It’s not,” she gasps, clawing her hair back from her eyes. “This is all my fault. All of this- if I hadn’t been too much, if I hadn’t tried too hard- nothing I can do is right and I don’t know how to fix it”-

The Gryffindor’s eyes narrow. “Is this about Remus?”

Amberly takes a beat to answer, too busy hunting through her bag for a handkerchief. “It’s nothing. Nothing, really. Just a long day, a bad day.” She’s aware that she’s babbling, trying and failing to draw a deep breath, but she can’t seem to stop. “I- I think I’ll head back now.”

“You are not going anywhere,” retorts Sirius, passing her an extremely filthy rag. “Blow your nose- this jacket is designer leather, you know.”

She glares at him, eyes red, and he grins. “Okay, sorry. But come inside. You shouldn’t be going anywhere like this. It’s fucking cold out- did Moony not drive you?”

“He’s not feeling well,” mumbles Amberly. Another excuse, the same easy lies coming to her lips to disguise what she didn’t want anyone to know. Because Remus was fine, right? They were fine. It was all okay.

Sirius shakes his head, unimpressed. “You were an awful liar in school and you’re an awful liar now.”

Sirius’ flat is surprisingly warm and clean, probably thanks to Lily. Amberly still remembers the way the redhead had marched in, taken one look at the sink full of dishes and the grubby windows, and directed her scathing gaze towards a blissfully unaware Padfoot. Lily had helped her set up their house too, hadn’t she? It was hard to remember now; the couch was soft, and so was the afghan Sirius had tossed over her legs. Something smelled nice, too; was that sandalwood?

Sirius appears in the doorway a minute later with two red mugs of cocoa. His eyes soften when he sees Amberly curled into a ball in the corner of the couch, and he sets the cups down softly so as not to wake her. 

He thinks of how excited Moony had been when they began dating, over the moon with happiness. Of how the pair had held hands in the hallways, blue and red robes overlapping, of how Moony’s bad days had seemed to vanish before Amberly’s gentle eyes and soft hands. Of how Amberly had somehow been added to their mismatched family, her quiet presence the perfect counterpart to him and James. Of how Moony had looked at her when they first moved into their house, as if she was the stars and moon and sky all wrapped into one person who loved him to heartbreak.

And his lips tighten. 

He needs to have a word with Moony.

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summary: i don’t know what im doing, i have free time and craving a good old fashioned fanfic with a love corner 🤓

Content: She/her pronouns. situationship, confusing feelings, smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hand job, spit, angst(?)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there's any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

I don’t know how it happened but this has become a series: part two.

“Thank you very much guys. It’s been really nice having you in the show.” a thick german accent thanks me and my co-star.

“No, thank you for having us tonight, it was really fun.” says Sam. I simply nod, wanting to go to my changing room and take of this ginormous fake lashes.

I follow one of the staff members, Hannah, to my room. “Hey, slow down there.” Sam Claflin says chuckling “Wanted to say bye by any chance?”

“Actually no.” i say playing. I reach to his cheek and kiss him goodbye, this was our last press interview to promote the movie, it was a nice ride. “Loved working with you, hope i didn’t tired you as much as you tired me.”

“Of course you did, Y/n/n. But actually wasn’t that bad. See you later?” i nod, from here we weren’t seeing each other for a couple of months until the premiere, he will go visit some family and i…

“See you.” i smile. I enter to my dressing room, there’s barely anything, just a chair with my other clothes, a small mirror with a shelf as a table underneath it and an empty closet.

As an instinct i check my phone, it’s been two hours since i saw it. three messages instantly pop out of the millions of youtube notifications.

‘Mom: Hope you are okay!! Send me cute photos of Berlin 😊😊🙏’

i laugh at it and quickly respond: ‘okay mommy, when i have the chance i will’

‘Louhgis: CLOWN I HEARD YOURE IN BERLIN, IM ALSO HERE SO COME SEEE MEEEEE’

‘who are you? please stop contacting me.’

and after it is a message from someone i haven’t talk in like three months. ‘Harry S: you’re in berlin. wanna see?’

I take a couple of minutes to reply, it’s a bad idea, i know, i just don’t really care.

A couple of minutes turn into tens and even a respond from Louis. ‘Loughis: ‘Your good and handsome friend Louis THE Tomlinson, please 😙✌️. Me and the lads are going to be at the Curtain club.’

‘oh, yeah… i’ll see you there 🙃’

‘Loughis: 🙃’

i give a final chuckle and respond to Styles.

‘maybe. i heard you’re gonna be at Curtain’s”

He responds in a matter of less than a minute.

‘Harry S: yes. stalker much?’

‘you’re annoying.’

‘Harry S: sure honey, so see you at the bar?’

‘maybe.’

Shit.

I arrive at the bar, it’s nicer and emptier than i expected, it’s not really the scene for a bunch of 20 somethings, it’s more for a bored dad or a business meeting place.

“Oi. Y/n/n! Here!” ah, that voice. I look at one of my only true friends in the world, he hugs me and says. “I’ve missed you giggles.”

“I’ve miss you, nugget.” i kiss his cheeks, he also does.

“Here is Harry, Niall and Liam.”

“Zayn?”

“Said he was tired, stayed at the hotel.” he says sadly.

“Oh, i hope he gets better.” he nods but leads me to the rest of the guys, here are at least five other girls who look stunning and some staff and bodyguards.”

“Hi, Y/n/n.” Niall is quick to leave his drink and head to me. Carefully placed his hand in my back, not too low, not too high, and leaned into a kiss, i think i’m well known as a cheek kisser more than a formal greeter.

“Hi, Nialler. Love the glasses.” i smile, he does look good in glasses.

“Thanks.” whispers.

“Hi, Y/n Y/l/n.” Harry is next in the line. He just waves his hand from his seat at the high bar. Very inauspicious Styles. I look at Louis who is uncomfortable at his friend and bandmate’s attitude.

“You’re rude Harry. Hi, Y/n. Nice seeing you.” Thank you Liam, that was awkward. I hug him.

“You too!”

I’ve been chatting with Louis for a couple of hours but he ended up going back to the hotel, management needed him. So since i’ve been with Niall and the bartender.

My phone rings when exactly an hour after engaging with the conversation. ‘Harry S: see you in the parking in 5 minutes’

I excuse myself to the bathroom.

‘okay, see you there in 6 minutes.’

‘Harry S: funny!.’

On my way to the restroom i hear his low voice say “Bye guys. I’m going to the club i told ya.”

“Don’t have too much fun!” a girl said giggling.

“Yeah!” Niall said.

I see him and a bodyguard exit the building slowly.

After two minutes, i counted, i go to say bye to everybody. Niall made me swear to write him when i get to my hotel.

“I’ve missed…” he kisses my neck and my heart jumps. “I’ve miss this.” he roams his hands along my sides.

“Shut up.” i whisper with my breath stuttering.

“I would tell you the same, i don’t want to wake up the neighbors.”

His teeth takes my lower lip, i moan, he grunts.

“I will take these off.” and he takes my top, then my pants, i’m just in my cherry pattern panties. He stays looking at them for a second before he whispers “i like them.”

“thanks i also do, don’t take them please.” i smile grabbing his hair and kissing him again, i don’t want to talk or i’ll get too sappy.

“i won’t this time, Louis discovered the last pair.”

“Jesus…” i laugh uncomfortable. i was going to say that it must not be a weird occurrence in his life.

“Yeah…” his lips return to my uncovered breasts but my mind goes to my previous thought, i’m just one of ‘his girls’. when i just want him to myself.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to take my clothes off.” he says softly. i didn’t noticed when we got to the bed.

“Oh. Sure.” i say shortly, making my way to sit on his lap, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Gee, don’t act as if i’m offering you a crisp.” he laughs, i don’t.

“I’m sorry.” i keep my eyes on his crotch, but don’t do anything else.

“What? No, i was joking… are you okay?” he takes my hand and puts them in his shoulders, also holds my face gently.

“Yeah. Let me do my work.” i say returning my attention to his clothes, specifically taking them off.

“Hey, i see you distracted. We don’t have to do this…”

“But i want to.” To spend the night with you.

“Okay…”

“Okay.” i smile at him to reassure my answer. he looks at my eyes and smiles before looking at the mirror at the side of the bed that seamed more interesting than me.

Once his tight jeans were around his ankles he seemed to focus in me, or a least my actions. He hugged my back with one hand and my hips with the other as he kicked his pants completely of.

My body seems to enter in the fucking mood like a switch was turned on, my hands push his shoulders to lay him down. They also snake down his with tshirt, softly caressing his sides, going down towards his dick. Palming over his dark blue briefs.

He exhales with a bit of shake to it. I just continue to pleasure him. Even if he is fully erect, a bit of attention never hurts. I plush his boxers just under his dick, purposely touching it with my finger.

“You’re taking your time, huh?”

I just nod and continue. Even with a bit of his precum already oozing out of him, it needs more lubrication.

My hand goes to my mouth, discreetly letting some spit scape my mouth. His emerald eye follow every movement as if they were in slow motion. He smiles as my lips shut looking juicer.

My hand begins to stroke from the base al the way to the tip, teasing in the spot i know he loves.

“Careful with what you do, I may take revenge.”

“Sure, pretty boy.” He tightly smiles as I push my eyebrows up and my hand works slowly back up again.

I stay massaging at a moderate pace, making sure to make him pay his past teasing, about two moths ago. I ended up crying at the despair, it was kind of fun.

“I get it, darling, i’ve paid for my sins.” He says in a strained voice. I laugh more genuinely than i wanted, stopping.

“Do you have a condom?”

“You know i do.”

“Extra small, i suppose.” I joke, still sitting on his lap, watching his large torso reach for the foiled packet. I see with almost white teeth show.

“If that makes you feel calmer, yeah.” he’s laying down under me now, between his pointer and middle finger stays the condom. He looks a bit spaced out, even high, but in a way that his features are relaxed, his smile is natural and charming, and his body seems at peace.

While I debate with myself to stop staring, he tuns us around, inverting out positions. He takes my panties off, we’re the trace of my excitement is apparent. He smiles.

“I’m sure we can keep going. Feel ready?” I nod with my blushing cheeks, i know i’m a people pleaser, but being this wet over a hand job makes me a bit embarrassed.

Since the beginning of this situation, or whatever it’s called, we’ve been very aware of each other, being as communicative as possible in bed, having the others confort in mind. But this time, this specific event in time, it’s extra careful and intimate, i didn’t even thought about until know, that his hand goes behind my neck, with his thumb caressing my hot cheek.

I feel extra observant and observed, with a slow pace that i think we’ve never experienced, or thought of going, but somehow we’re on the same page, he takes his boxers off, places the condom and passes his open hand between my breasts, stomach, opens my legs and softly spreads my wetness from my entrance to my clitoris, making around three circles before kneeling between my legs.

“Do it Styles.”

“Ah, there’s something missing to the sentence.”

“I will not say it.” I look at him smugly.

“Okay, next time, then.” He says before kissing my lips, once, twice, three times. Then entering straight and slowly into me.

I moan with his lips still on mine, my hand goes behind his neck, grabbing son of the small hairs there.

His mouth makes the noise of passing saliva before he starts moving rhythmically. The frictions makes my senses tingle and my back arch a bit, looking for a bit of closeness, more.

He lets about breaths, grunts and moans between kisses al around my face and neck.

I don’t know how, but his pace seems to specifically make me cum as quickly as possible. And with that my mouth becomes louder, so does his. My hands hug him around his neck, and his sneak around my waist, pressing me against his torso completely.

“I feel you close, cum, darling. Do it.” His deep voice is like a guide that makes me crumble.

“H…” I stop myself from naming him, pressing my lips together, arching myself and finishing. As he keeps going to finish himself.

“Yeah…” He shakes a bit, and i move a bit to help him out finish quicker. Then i feel warmth in me, th condom stopping it.

Like that, we stay laying down for maybe 3 minutes. Then he stands, goes to the bathroom and composes himself. I stay on the bed waiting to do the same myself.

“Shut that off…”

“I’m going to shut you off.” I whisper taking my phone. It was a call from Niall Horan.

“Whose calling now?” he groans and turns away.

I quickly get up and click answer, i go to the balcony to chat in peace.

“Y/n/n! I was getting worried.” he whispers as he was trying not to wake up someone, probably Zayn.

“I’m sorry, Ni. I fell asleep as soon as i laid in bed.”

“It’s okay” he laughs. “I’m pretty sure your day was exhausting.”

“A little bit” i giggle at his choice of doing conversation at 4 am. “but it’s okay, its better than doing nothing.”

“Oh, the grinder mindset, i love it” I laugh hard.

“Sorry, Horan. I know you prefer to stay playing guitar and eating, that’s just you, not me” he sights, he sounds tired.

“You’d love it if you had the opportunity to try it” he added. “What about i present it to you?” i know he is smirking.

“Oh, what a gentleman, i’d love to. You have a break coming soon, right?”

“Yeah!” he almost screams, then he lowers his voice after saying a sorry. “You also have free time?”

“Yep.”

“Are you visiting your family? We could meet up there! Even go together, my flight is on Wednesday.”

“Yes! I could change my flight, it leaves tomorrow.”

“Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t like to mess with your-”

I interrupt him quickly. “Don’t worry, it’s no problem, I would like company, especially if its you.” I don’t know why i say it.

“H…a, okay, then it’s done, we leave on Wednesday. Now, sleep, maybe we see each other at breakfast.”

“Same thing to you, brunette.”

“Okay, i hate you, bye.”

We laugh a second. “Bye” I finalize.

part 2

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Lucky

A/N: BTW I’m still very much stuck here so I decided to write a lil something about it. (Pardon me, I don’t know the terms for what I should call this)

Sorry if this sucks, I did it while I had down time at work. Not proof read. Hope y’all like it.

Warnings; none, pure teeth rotting sweet fluff

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It’s had been a pretty good day so far, I was sitting next to Noah on one of the sofas in the creative studio where all of desigin for their merch took place.

All of the guys where gather together having a good time after a good day of work. We were drinking our favorite drinks cracking a joke here and there. If I’m being honest I don’t really bring much to the table when it comes to designing stuff but my favorite thing is to hang out with the boys especially Noah, he was one of my favorite people ever.

“So Y/N, what do you think about the designs so far?” Davis asked, he was head of designs here so I appreciated that he even asked for my opinion.

“I really like them, fans are gonna go crazy over them, so cool that this time around you guys don’t have limited quantities so everyone can really get what they want”, I said

“yeah that’s a plus, I’m really glad we where able to do that this time around” Jolly chimed after he took a sip of his drink.

The conversation went on for a little while about random topics here and there . And somehow we ended up talking about true crime which is one of my most favorite subjects.

“Oh yeah! I recently watched a documentary about serial killers” I took a breath “sometimes I can’t believe what a human being is capable of doing whatever the motive is”

Folio looked at me “I don’t know how you can watch all that stuff and not feel sick, you’re so brave”

I chuckled a bit at the comment “my family is big on horror so I grew up watching docs and horror movies”

“that explains it” Nick said laughing

As I went on to explain something else regarding the topic I noticed that Noah really wasn’t involved in the conversation, he was just humming and looking directly at me. I turned my body so i could fully face him.

“hey big boy, what’s got you thinking and smiling like that?” I said intrigued

“Oh nothing” he chuckled

“Please tell meeeee!” I made my best puppy eyes at him, completely putting on second plain the conversation happening in the background. “Are you even paying attention?” I asked.

“Fine I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to make fun of me” he said looking quizzically at me.

“I can’t promise anything” I said looking around to the others getting up from their seats and making their way around the room, but when I looked back and catched Noah’s brown eyes looking at right at me I couldn’t resist “okay fine I promise I won’t make fun of you”

He stared at me with a wide grin “ Oh I was just thinking about how lucky I am”

“Lucky?” I questioned

“yes lucky, lucky to have you.” Noah mentioned

“silly old me?” I said joking

“Absolutely, I’m gonna be honest I haven’t heard anything you said in the last ten minutes but damn did I realize that I love watching you ramble on about your interests” he says laughing “I love looking at how you express yourself and how pretty that face of yours is” he said grabbing my hand.

“im lucky to spend everyday i can with you, and even know the rest may not realize it; they’re lucky to have you in their life as well, even if it’s just in little moments like these.” Noah said adjusting his position.

I didn’t know what to say; heat rose to my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful and I’m so lucky you’re in my life” he said leaving a small kiss on my temple .

I couldn’t resist just giving him the biggest hug, but what he didn’t know is that I was the lucky one to have him in my life.

[scaryscarecrows]

Ownership

Arkham City is the latest bad idea in a long, long line of bad ideas. Jason’s really not sure why, exactly, this was allowed to happen (well, money, but still), but it was and it’s making keeping tabs on the Batman a lot harder.

But Jason’s not here for the Bat tonight. He’s here because of the very persistent rumors that something’s wrong with Joker. Morbidly, he’d like to know. Practically, he needs to know; Joker, out of all the freaks in here, is likely to intervene in any of Jason’s plans. His obsession with Batman makes him a dark horse, and while Jason is inclined to kill him, that operation must be handled delicately. Joker’s the sick sort of bastard to booby-trap himself and if Jason never gets another faceful of laughing gas, it will be too soon.

Joker’s hideout is not hard to find. Even a complete fucking moron with no eyes and no ears would find it. It’s quiet tonight, only a few guards and–thank God–no sign of Harley. The guards go down easy, no bullets required, and soon enough he’s slipping into Sionis’ old mill.

…

Huh.

Penguin’s got a big sonofabitch on his payroll now, with one arm. One half of a pair of conjoined twins, apparently. He hadn’t realized the twin had come here. Somehow, the sigh of a ginormous clown is…a lot scarier than it should be. He’s just gonna leave that guy alone. He’s not here for him anyway, he’s just here for a little investigation. He’s even in civvies, to blend in a little better.

Creak.

He hears it too late; before he can turn, there’s a wire wrapping around his throat and pulling, bringing him to the ground and digging into his skin and he can’t breathe–

“Baby boy!”

Nononononononononononono–

Joker leans over him. Flesh is peeling off his skull and there’s pustules and he stinks like somethin’ Croc threw up. But dark spots are dancing in Jason’s vision now and all he can think is, I don’t wanna die here, please–

All at once, the wire loosens and Joker’s straddling him, those purple leather-gloved fingers stroking the brand lovingly.

“I’ve missed you!” He cackles, and it quickly turns into a nasty cough. Jason’s just frozen, gasping for breath and caught in a loop of don’t make him mad don’t make him mad. “Naughty, naughty, running away like that! But now you’re heeeere again, with meeeee.”

NO!

Jason elbows him the face, bursting a pustule and peeling a chunk of skin off. He intends to follow it by clawing the rest of the bastard’s face off, but Joker’s stronger than he looks, even now, and he lunges forward with one arm pressed against Jason’s throat. The other hand opens a switchblade and traces it under his eye first, then down towards his lips, and then back up again–

–and cuts the brand back open.

It’s not fully healed. Jason’s not sure it would matter. He can’t tell if the pain is physical, psychological, or both. It doesn’t matter, anyway: Joker draws the bloody knife back with a wide, wide smile, wipes the blade across Jason’s lips, and tucks it away.

“You’re mine,” he rasps. “Don’t ever forget that, Todders.”

Jason swallows. Old conditioning is pushing him to submit, to nod his head and whisper yes sir, m’sorry, sir, please don’t do it again.

The Arkham Knight, however, isn’t having being a goddamn chew toy. And that’s the side that wins out.

Mostly.

He brings his knee up to the bastard’s crotch and takes advantage of the immediate recoil to shove him to the side, scramble to his feet, and run.

He’ll tell himself, later, that he let the bastard live so he could die slowly and painfully. He might even believe it, after a while. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that he’s not going back, he’s not doing that again.

He can’t live through that again.

THE END

[baxteravenue]

JUST A FAN... RIGHT?

summary: during quarantine you find yourself finding comfort in an up and coming rapper from louisville who is pretty active with his fans, a couple later you end up messaging his fan number never expecting anything from it...

a/n: sorry if this sucks, this was one of those pieces i wrote mostly for me and what i wish would happen when i message that damn number lol, anyways hope you enjoy!!

Jack Harlow had always been one of your favorite artists since the early start of quarantine when you had seen a tik tok of a baby-faced rapper promoting a song that you had not been able to get out of your head. 

At first it was just his music, you loved it and literally couldn’t get enough that you would spend your quarantine listening to it and soon it followed with you diving head first into his  interviews and ‘Funny Jack Harlow Moments’... you were infatuated with and it bled into Twitter. 

You used your personal twitter, never fully committing to the whole stan persona because you were still kinda iffy about all that. 

In late 2020 and early 2021 Jack was still so active with everything and all the indirects he would get, he was especially active with the tweets that would come from you. You quickly became one of his favorite accounts.

You were super surprised one random day when he followed you, sending you a DM with your tweet linked to it.

YOURTWITTERNAME— dua lipa is stuck in my heaaaaaaad

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JackHarlow: My song or u just gotta crush on her ?

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YOURTWITTERNAME: DUA LIPA IM TRYNA DO MORE WITH HER THAN DO A FEATURE

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JackHarlow: You comin to any shows? |

YOURTWITTERNAME: maybe

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JackHarlow: Daaaaaaaaamn Y/N don’t treat me like a second choice

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YOURTWITTERNAME: next time to do something problematic so it’s easier to get tickets

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JackHarlow: Mmmmm

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YOURTWITTERNAME: not too much now sassy pants

It was the first and last time that the two of you had exchanged more than a few words or emojis from when he would reply to you on the timeline but it was also the last time that the two of you would talk before he went on tour and stopped getting so active on twitter in general.

You also slowly but surely stopped talking about Jack on Twitter since going back to school in person and just finding a social life, leaving your parasocial relationship with him in the past.

That was until a week ago when he had randomly dropped another album, and decided to promote it by releasing a number that he would be able to communicate with his fans with. It made you smile, this album was for him and the people who truly got him. 

You couldn’t help it, even though you hadn’t thought about Jack in a while it still didn’t stop you from listening to his album and eventually messaging the number. 

Y/N: i love the album, i know I don’t know you like that but it  feels so you… proud of youuuuu

You never expected a response especially since you were so sure that his inbox was probably flooding with messages from other fans but on the other side of the U.S. Jack’s eyes had caught your name, his head flashing back to yours and his relationship from once before. His number one. 

Jack: I’m so glad you love it Y/N , your opinion always gonna mean so much to me

Y/N: questions so about meeeee

Jack: Funny girl huh? You the one who stopped texting and tweeting making me think I fell off

Y/N: WAIT.. not you really texting lmao i thought this was AI

Jack: {SELFIE} Hi

Y/N: still sexy i see

Jack: Staaaaawpppp dont make me blush

Texting Jack felt so weird this time, because it felt normal… like there was no gap between the two of you. Like the two of you had known eachother forever and had always been friends. 

When you texted he would respond and sometimes he would even text you first. Things even started getting insanely personal and close when he had requested you on Instagram, something that completely took you by surprise since you had never even given him your name like that.

Y/N: did u just request me?

Jack: Was that weird?

Y/N: I’m confused…

Jack: Nothing confusing just press confirm 

Y/N: ok smart ass u know what i mean

When you had finally accepted him he was quick to text you.

Jack: I’m lurking 

Y/N: are you now?

Jack: You’re really fuckin pretty how come I never knew that?

Y/N: i don’t know about all that

Jack: Why is ur face not plastered everywhere 

Jack: It should be everywhere 

Jack: Gorgeous 

You could feel your heartbeat increase and as much as you wanted to allow yourself to feel something you couldn’t because you didn’t know him enough to take it seriously. He could very well be saying this to all his fans. Because that’s what you were… a fan.

You were in a random Barnes and Noble when an unknown number started calling you, you gave your phone a confused look before declining it going back to looking at the shelves. 

Unknown: Answer the phoneeee

Y/N: do i know u weird ass?

Unknown: Damn ur mean

Unknown: Answer the phoneeeeee

Your eyes widened as a live picture of Jack Harlow sent after the last text and then the phone began ringing again.

Was Jack Harlow calling you? There was just no fucking way.

“Did I win a giveaway or something?” You spoke softly into the phone and you almost dropped your coffee as a familiar voice spoke back.

“That’s how you sound? This shit is crazy…” Jack sighed.

You giggled, “I’m confused?”

“You sound just how I pictured.” 

“Why are you calling me, Mr. Harlow?”

“I want to meet you Y/N…” Jack spoke lowly, “I’m gonna keep it a buck and shit if you wanna sell this story to TMZ let me know but I don’t really do this and you know people want a lot from me but I feel like you don’t and shit I may just be talking but… Why you laughing?”

You smiled, “Because you’re you and yet you're stumbling all over your words.”

“What would the world think?” You could almost hear his smile.

“Jack…”

“Y/N…”

You bit your lip confused, “Why do you want to meet me?”

It was quiet for a second before Jack spoke. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

He let out a chuckle, “I believe that I have a crush on you, Y/N.”

“And what are you gonna do about that?”

And that was how you ended up in Las Vegas after being flown out by Jack Harlow…

You had told him once that you lived in Los Angeles, you didn’t expect him to remember but he did. 

Should you have been scared? A man you never met flying you to him to meet for the first time? Sure, but you weren’t because this was Jack, someone who you had been having regular conversations with daily for the past few months. The same guy who admitted to having a crush on you.

But then again this was Jack, a guy you really didn’t know if you were actually being serious. This could have been all a part of a really weird Hollywood cult initiation thing.

Jesus, everything that was coming out of your mouth sounded insane.

To say you were second guessing everything and anything was an understatement, and you were just about ready to hop on the next flight back to Los Angeles— Until you saw him, all covered up in a New Balance set as if it was doing a lot to hide his tall figure.

You smiled at him, instantly grabbing his attention making him do a light jog to you.

His smile was even prettier in person and if you took the time you could count all the freckles on his face. 

“Hi.” Jack smiled at you, before pulling a bouquet of…

“Are those Hyacinths?” Those were your favorite flowers, you don’t think you ever even told him that yet there they were in a bouquet in his hand.

Jack shrugged, smiling even bigger. “Like I said I was lurking and may or may not have found through a tweet about animal crossing, which by the way I would love to visit you on your island.”

He was perfect, insanely perfect.

You grabbed them, pulling the bouquet closer to your chest. “They're gorgeous, thank you so much.” 

“This is gonna sound really middle school but can I hug you?”

You laughed, before wrapping your arms around him feeling his wrap around you too. You could hear his heart beating.

You looked up at him seeing that he was already looking down at you, “It’s nice to meet you Jack.”

“Right back at you, pretty girl.” 

You felt like you were floating as Jack threw his arm over your shoulder, leading you through the busy airport to where his car was waiting. 

“Finally, they were just about damn ready to arrest me for parking here.” A familiar face appeared as you walked up to the car.

“Not your fault of course,” The guy winked at you, “I’m Urban.”

Jack quickly brought you closer to him, laughing. “She doesn’t care Urb, now get in the back.”

You smiled, “He doesn’t speak for me. Nice to meet you Urban, I’m Y/N.”

“I hope you chill him out, fame has gotten to his head.” 

“I’m sure.” You gave Jack a look before hopping in the passenger seat.

Jack sighed as he got into the car, “I’m not sure I like what’s going on here.”

The drive back to the hotel was full of laughter and getting to know Urban as he talked all the way back. You thought he was funny and could see yourself getting along with him. 

Your eyes widened as you rode the elevator up, having to tap the card and put a special code to ride up to a private floor that Jack was staying at.

“I’m not being promiscuous by the way, this penthouse has four rooms so you get your own, but if you want like your own room-room that’s cool too and I can make the call I just want you to be comfortable.”

“It’s fine,” You smiled up at Jack. “It’s perfect.”

“Like you.” Jack winked.

“And that’s my cue.” Urban groaned, “Let me know when yall are done being all cute and shit.” 

“Gonna be a while, I don’t think she can.” 

“Goodbye!” You could hear the elevator close leaving just you and Jack in the suite.

“I’ll show you your room, so I can put down your heavy ass bag.” 

“I told you, you didn’t have to carry it.” You said as you tried grabbing the bag from him, making him pull it up out of your reach.

“Nah, nah.” He shook his head, leading you to your room, the bag still being held up high, “I just did arm day so this is something light.” 

You looked at how toned his arms looked as he set down your bag on the dresser in the room he had for you. 

You sat down on the bed, “Comfy.”

“Better be, shit cost a ton.” He sat down next to me, “Still not used to all this.”

“Are you excited?” You asked him, “For tomorrow? I was lurking on Twitter and I saw that a lot of your fans are coming.”

“Yeah, I love em’.” Jack smiled, “Want to put on a good show for them especially for canceling so last minute last time. I even had my manager plan a little secret missionary party for them to get to know each other tonight.” 

“You’re so sweet, are you gonna make an appearance?” 

He shook his head, “Got something else planned for tonight.” 

“Like?” 

Jack shrugged, “I don’t know, like taking a pretty girl out on a date.”

You nodded, “Hope she has a fun night… I might go visit that Jack Harlow fan party because you know I’m a fan.” 

“You’re more than that to me, Y/N.” Jack shook his head, “I hope you know that.”

You wanted to believe it, you really did. But seeing as Jack had chosen a weekend where Vegas would be littered with his fans making it easy to move you into the fan category if he wanted to in case people started asking questions. 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up from an accidental sleep, you blinked as the once bright room was covered in darkness. How long have you been asleep? How did you even fall asleep?

The date, shit.

You quickly got up, heading to the restroom that was connected to your room brushing your teeth and splashing your face with water to wake you up some more. 

“She’s asleep… She got in early… No, it's only been like an hour and a half… Thanks, I'll let you know how it goes… I’m not talking to her… Enough, bye.”

You could hear him talking from the other side of the door. You waited for him to finish his conversation not wanting to interrupt anything. 

Slowly, you opened the door walking out in the living room area. His back was faced to you but it didn’t take long for him to turn around, giving you a smile.

“Have a nice nap, pretty girl?”

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” You asked, a little upset that you had wasted precious time with Jack. 

He stood up, walking over to you. “It’s okay you weren't even asleep for a long time. Plus that was my bad for booking you such an early flight. I would have done the same.” Jack took your hand leading you around the couch, “Hungry?” 

You gave him a deep stare, “Starved.”

Being around Jack felt surreal, almost like you were in a daze.

Eating breakfast, giggling like high schoolers, and just overall getting to know one another was unlike anything you had experienced previously. You were excited about it all— Until reality came to view.

Right when the two of you were about to head out to the dinner that Jack had planned for the two of you he had gotten a call that he had to take in the other room, leaving you with your thoughts about everything that was going on and how everything would end up when you eventually would have to leave.

You frowned as Jack came back in with an annoyed look, “I’m gonna make this up to you pretty girl. I promise.”

“What happened?”

“Club called, wanted me to do an appearance tonight supposedly it was on the contract which is bullshit.” He sighed, “I gotta be there for at least two hours.” 

“Two hours?” 

“Look when I come back we can—”

You felt like someone had slapped you in the face, “You want me to stay here?”

Jack felt like an asshole. “Pretty girl, it’s just… At these clubs it’s a lot and people take pictures and I don’t want them to ruin this.”

Right. Of course he wouldn’t  want pictures of the two of you together. Gosh, you hope your sadness and disappointment show on your face but when Jack looked at you again you could tell it did. He was looking at you as if you were a kicked puppy— like the girls used to in middle school when you wanted to hang out and they didn’t have the guts to tell you no but they weren't exactly gonna tell you yes either. 

“Oh, yeah that makes sense I guess. Um…” You didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, you couldn't exactly argue the two of you were nothing. “I’m tired anyways so yeah… Have fun Jack.” 

Jack shook his head, “You’re not tired and you know what fuck it. I’m my own person and if I wanna bring a girl out to something I can.”

Okay, now you were confused which was easily filled in by Jack.

“My management has this thing with image, they portray me exactly how they want me to be and if a heartthrob rapper is who they want me to be I can’t exactly say no… or I couldn’t before.” Jack sighed, “Look Y/N… talking to you these past few months on the phone, in text, and everything in between that's the realest I’ve ever felt with someone in a really long time.”

“Jack…”

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head, “I see the way you’re holding back with me and I don’t want you to. I flew you out to Miami because I needed to meet you, to see you, and I want to continue to see you because I really like you.”

“I’m nobody though, Jack. I’m just your fan.”

“And I’m obsessed that you're my fan but you're much more than that to me.” Jack smiled, “You’re Y/N, a girl who’s obsessed with Taylor Swift, and corrects people when they call Grogu ‘Baby Yoda’, you're someone who loves a cute drink even when they taste horrible, you're the only person I know that can spend hours at Barnes and Noble… You’re much more than my fan Y/N.”

You had spent so much time thinking all of this was one sided like you were the only one learning things about him but it just wasn’t true because he was listening. He was listening to it all, even the smallest details about you that you had only brought up for a second.

“That was the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.” You smiled.

“Not the paid for airplane ticket and expensive ass suite.” Jack smiled back at you cheekily. 

You shook your head, moving closer. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Jack leaned down, “I’d be offended if you didn’t.” 

And just like that, all the doubt and negative thoughts had washed away when his lips met yours because now you knew that it was all real. Every single feeling that you felt, every feeling that he felt… It was real.

The two of you pulled away breathless.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since you stepped off that plane, and I don’t think I’m ever waiting again.” Jack brought his hand up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “My pretty girl.”

[cyberhughes]

https://www.tumblr.com/cyberhughes/774411958142337024/tapout

This is…the most perfect thing i’ve read

…And the ending! Nico! omg after that…God please please please write a part 2

possibly with nico and boeser? if you find brock hot too your choice i mean

AHHH IM DYING

AHH IM GLAD U LOVE IT NONNIE

nico and brock….u guys are seriously tempting me i am actually losing it so hard its only 1pm it cannot be freaky hours yet.

nico cornering you into a room smiling at you sweetly but you know his intentions are far from it. you step backwards, having nowhere else to go, and you hit a hard chest behind you and, oh! its brock and he’s looking down at you with the same hunger in his eyes, “you gonna let us have our turn now?” yeah tag team me RIGHT NOW RAIL MEEEEE

[ysaefinn]

hiiii valeeee ^.^ gonna share a quick thought about incubus!sugu before I get locked away by exams 💔💔

Imagine waking up at the crack of dawn and needing to puke. You're hunched over the toilet seat taking a few deep breaths, thinking, Yeah, you probably should've never joined that bar crawl. You wipe the vomit off your lip with the back of your hand and hope you'll remember to wash it off later.

And since we're on the topic of remembering… you could barely recall what you did after getting home.

You don't remember changing into your pajamas, but you do remember doomscrolling and laughing at ...something something summoning something. Clearly clickbait for lonely incels. Probably a virus.

You're back to puking your guts out before you could think back to what exactly you did after that.

"Careful, little one." You almost choke after hearing that.

You feel a warm hand gather your hair away from your face, acting as a makeshift ponytail.

You blink and focus on the vomit in front of you. Surely, it must be the hangover.

"Are you done, sweetheart?"

And you're absolutely sure that you're alone in your apartment.

He tuts, wiping the leftover vomit on your chin with a tissue. The way he holds your jaw is delicate and careful.

You look at his lips, then his eyes, before finally noticing his horns. Really pretty horns.

Really pretty guy.

"Sweetheart?" He smiles down at you, his voice like honey. Maybe you should start drinking less from now on.

- 🪷 anon (I don't really write so um 😓🫶)

???????????????ANON???????????????ANON????????????????????????.

ANON OH MY GOD ANON TOT YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THIS AND SAY YOU DON'T WRITE????????

Fucking hellllll this is just...so perfect its so amazing. Call me weird asf but the intimacy of him seeing you in such a state is just!!!!!THE CHERRY ON TOP!!!!! Its the most Suguru ever in my opinion he wants to be there through thick and thin and you just highlighted that so perfectly this is just so intimate AND SO EXCITING AUUUGHHHH

THE USAGE OF LITTLE ONE AND SWEETHEART god my anons are out to kill me they're out to end meEEEE

Suguru geto THEEE man ever in all of his shapes and forms, yk i thinj the incubus trope fits him so well (i must be thinking of black lace again LMAO) but like I said and will always say, he's very seductive and his demeanor is very sultry yk??

Let me say this again, you cooked, cooked so hard and dopped it in my inbox like it was NOTHING then had the audacity to claim to have no previous experiences, anon don't lie to papa vale 🤨🤨

[lollytea]

https://www.tumblr.com/avatarmerida/737373887054135296

*KICKS IN DOOR* LOLLY

Hi Hello!! It's a bright day!! A happy day!!! Its been stressful with last minute Christmas stuff but I've been looking at these drawings in between doing tasks and it's had me like 😌 all day long. I love them so much, they're my sweethearts <333 Thank you Miss Terrace I am very grateful for these!! I never lost hope that you'd post hunlow one day.

It's giving "Barbie has a great day every day. Ken has a great day if Barbie looks at him."

Willowww!!! Her pumped fist!!! Her flexed biceps!!! The loud chaotic invigorating energy here!!!! She's got such a big presence I love her so much. I notice that Dana has a thing about drawing Willow with bandages, so I imagine the girl plays it way more loose and reckless than what's been shown in the series. In my head Hunter is the one who patches her up <333

And Hunterrrr he's so puppy. Literally love this art so much for the little glimpse into how content and happy he is in this relationship. He's all sappy and silly in love, I adore it. He gets a little affectionate touch from his girlfriend and he just happily melts into it. Man just wants her to keep touching him forever and ever.

Agsbdjnk it kinda looks like she's showing him off to other people. Either as her star player or her boyfriend. Based on the clipboard Hunter is holding its probably the former. Maybe they're looking for new recruits.

Willow: BEHOLD!! THE MOST INCREDIBLE FLYER DERBY PLAYER AT HEXSIDE!!!

Hunter: hehehehehehehe she's talking about meeeee 😊

They're precious. I'd die for them.

This is so soft I'm dying. Something about hunlow being touchy is super special to me. I still haven't recovered from the end of WAD where Willow was looking for her Dads and Hunter was comforting her with a hand on her back. That's what this reminds me of. I think it's interesting and super sweet that this was apparently a very early drawing of them, while the crew was still figuring out their relationship. His hand on her back, something that became a clear display of how protective and careful he was with her, and its the first thing Dana ever drew of them. I'm insane.

ASGBDJNK AND ALSO WILLOW'S HAND ON HIS WAIST. First Dana hunlow drawing and it involves Willow babygirling him. God bless.

It also looks like he's blabbering away about something, eager to show her. I'm gonna cry. He's happy. He's comfortable. He wants to share his passions with her.

And her soft fond little smile. AAAAA!!! The crew drawing heart eyes Willows will always be so special to me. I see Willow looking like Hunter like he's her whole world and I want to blow up the sun.

Anyway AAAAAAAA!!!! This has made me very happy. I love hunlow so much.

[gokusclit]

HIIII MICHELLE last night we watched more Buu Saga!! I would have sent an ask to you last night but I got a migraine so bad I almost threw up so. Well. Lol

Anyway we watched Vegeta's sacrifice all the way to Goku leaving to go back to the afterlife. Vegeta's sacrifice is GREAT as usual really powerful stuff. Also when Vegeta was nearing the end I really like how he got his arm injured and there's that shot of blood dripping from his arm and onto the ground before it slides up to show his arm limply hanging at his side like Gohan in Cell Saga. No idea if that was intentional but I thought it was cool. And him hugging Trunks for the first time...sniffle...whatever. Idgaf <- gaf

GOTEN AND TRUNKS ARE SOOOO CUTE AND SILLY Though it always makes me laugh when they're like sobbing profusely about their respective dad and brother being dead and Goku is like STOP CRYING!!! LOCK THE FUCK IN!!!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE TOO IF YOU DON'T!!!!! Like okay my loud and commanding mama

OH the scene where Buu kills Babidi is always like. So brutal to me. In a really cool way I'm just like damn that's crazy. Deserved tho

Idk if this is a hot take but I was never a fan of the Z Sword stuff. It goes nowhere, it's p boring along the way, and also it introduces one of my least fave Dragon Ball characters I fucking hateeeee that old man supreme kai. He's just NOT FUNNY and he's ANNOYING to me. But we haven't seen him yet and maybe my mind will change with a rewatch? Doubtful tho

OHHH MY GOD AND GOTEN SHYLY TRYING TO ASK FOR A HUG BEFORE GOKU LEAVES LIKE WHAT IF WE ALL DIED. He's SO cute and Goku is so cute and god...poor Goten...imagine you finally get to see your dad who's been like some mystical legend told to you and then you don't even get to spend that much time with him. And then when you do it's being trained because you're the last hope the entire WORLD has. And also you're 7 years old. And also your older brother who basically WAS your father is now dead too. Whatever.

Anyway SOLID STUFF!!! I can't wait until we get to the Actual fusion. Also I hope ur day is going good! Smile! 💜💜💜💜

FUSHDHJSS HI HOLLY I GIGGLED SO BAD AT MY LOUD AND COMMANDING MAMA. It’s so true he rlly is so loud and commanding mama and the way goten is so shy abt wanting to give him a hug before he goes T_T somebody kill meeeee. Vegeta and trunks as well. The way trunks is so distracted by a hug from vegeta bc it’s not something he’s ever gotten…..nods and stares into the distance w tears streaming down my cheeks

LISTENNN THE Z SWORD THING. I think it could have been so cool but as u said yeah it just goes nowhere. Like please let gohan save the day what the heck but anyways sigh. That entire bit with goku and gohan with the kais is rlly cute tho i will say and goku giving gohan that hug :’) sniffle

SO EXCITED FOR U TO GET TO FUSIONNNN!!!! YIPPEEE I await your post vegito ask >:3333

[sukioyakio]

START OF SOMETHING NEW

  POPSTAR!MIGUEL x NERDY!femreader

Summary: basically where reader come to an concert with her best friend to see the spider man’s,then she end up meeting him,and saving or helping his butt out of an situation

Warning:cursing,horrible at describing things,.

AN:umm hell to you guys who are reader this,this is my first time posting my work here,and I just WANTED TO SAY I HOPE YOU enjoyed this,I made my friends read this me,so yea,and helped me with their feedback and any feedback is APPRECIATED,and pls don’t be afraid to comment,anyway I hope you enjoyed this first chapter

words : 2k

she was woken by the sound of her alarm,causing to rub her eyes,and getting up from her comfortable bed,as she look at the  time to see what it was,she realized she was going to late for work,

Reader/y/n-“fuck,fuck,fuck,shit I’m going to be late for work again,ughhh” she says as she runs to the bathroom,take an quick shower,washes her hair,her face and body,then got out of the bathroom,drying herself really quickly,and then she gets dress,hurting herself with the corner of the bed,-“ahhh!shit,ufhh,jezz that shit hurt,oww”,she says while biting her lip,she was done getting dress,she put her shoes,-“should I eat something?nope that will take time”she says to herself,as she runs towards the bathroom,to brush her teeth and do her hair (well trying),her hair was messy and all over the place,as she runs towards the door grabbing her keys and her oversized jacket,and the important things,

She was running towards her work job,passing people,and finally she got to work (she works in coffee shop),she was sweating, “at least I got my exercise for the day”,as she look at her best friend who had her hand tied with work,and with the tons of customers,walking in the back she knew that this was going to be an very much exhausting day.

“So,what do you have for your excuse this time so being late to work,hmm?”-her best friend (let just call her Millie) while she was making the coffee,and the sweet tea,(tbh I was writing what Starbucks employees do😔🤫😭) as she look at her,with an teasing smile,as reader looked at her with playful rolling her eyes,”oh shut it,I just had an extraordinarily long night and woke up late,of study”-she said while finishing up someone coffee,and calling the name of the customer,giving them an fake smile,

as she goes back to her station,as she was making another customer order,as she hear Millie speak-“so your coming with meeeee to the concert Right,your coming right,it like the first time I actually see THE Miguel in person” millie said happily and nudging her arm,as reader mumbles some words under her breath, “Oh yea I’m gonna come with you,I’m so happy to see him and his performance” she try’s not to sound unpleasant,and not annoyed,but it come out sarcastic as fuck,

After the rush hour,of customers coming in,everything went to quiet and only an few customers were there,millie was the first to talk to her,as she walked to where reader was,

Millie knew she would be at one of the table and working on her own homework for her college assignment,as Millie sat next to her since there was nothing to do,as reader looked at her,with an raise eyebrows “yes Millie?what is it” she says with an playful smile and questioning voice,as she put her attention on her,just to see millie with her ionic grin,

”sooooooo,since you are going WITH me,to the concert,can I-“ Millie got interrupted by her “No,nope,nuh nuh,no make up ” she said to her with not wanting an argument with her,”yuh uhhhhh,just onceeeee,I won’t bother you,pleaseee” millie says with an desperate voice and an pout,as reader rolls her eyes 

“Mhmm,how about you ask your ghost friend to come you to the concert,hmm what was his Name Again,OH YEA it Casper”she says in an serious yet sarcastic tone,as she rolls her eyes,as Millie dramatically gasp at her word,and hold her chest with her hand and place where her heart is,” you wouldn’t dare leave me all ALONE in an concert,uhhhh fine I won’t talk about it” millie says defeating as she crossed her arms,”uh huh,good” she says with an chuckle and look at reader  assignment,and her face down In horror,”wait,wait we had homework for Ms Marine,UGRHH” millie says with an deep sigh,as reader look at her and reader said it ok that she can copy her own work 

Then it was the time to get ready for Miguel O’Hara concert,as reader didn’t really care about being fancy or anything she just got her t-shirt and her comfortable pajama pants and her comfortable hoodie,and wash her face,and waited for Millie to pick her up,as she was scroll on her instagram feed,after 10 minutes later,she see an text message saying “IM HERE BITCH LET FUCKING GOOO AND I BOUGHT THE CAR THAT MY DADY GOT ME!!”,she chuckles,and went through the front the door and got her key, her phone,and her wallet,and walked out the door and took the stairs down to Mille car,seeing she that she looked beautiful as always,as she opens the passenger door and sat inside to hear Mille speak “IM SOOO READY TO SEE HIM,OMFG What IF HE SMILE AT ME!but I’m not that delusional!” Mille says happily and smiling,as she drove to the concert,as reader laughed at her stuipdness,she can’t help but smile as well,at seeing her best friend being so happy

Trying to find an Dawn parking spot was  the hardest  getting inside was an absolute mission,with people coming in and out,but we got there,and Millie got to the one of the front row’s,and Millie wouldn’t stop talking about Miguel ohara,or the other members and then after 35 minutes of waiting for the concert to start,the spider Band (MOST creative name ever 😔😌✊)

Lyla:”HELLO Ladies and Gentlemannnnnnn,WHO IS READY FOR THE PERFORMANCE OF YOUR LIFETIME!!!! SAYYY hello to THE SEXIEST Band ever!! THE SPIDER’S!!!”lyla says happily,while holding the mic,she was smiling with such an adorable face,and her walk toward the stage was smooth,she was wearing an white colored suit with flowing yellow floral laced layer  that was strap to her waist of her suit,moving with her body,as she was infront of the stage,she put her hand in the air and positioned her finger in an gun position,and speaker into the mic 

“LET MAKE THIS ONE OF AN HELL OF AN NIGHT!!”lyla says with an smirk and  then she stomped on the floor then the whole stadium goes dark,Millie who was shaking reader the whole time and screaming like the other people around them,reader who thought she would loss her hearing,as she watched Millie screaming from the top of her lung,as she looked at the stage to see the crowd quiet down,as now the band was now there pairs such colorful clothes and designs,as the crowd gets loud as hell,with all of them saying “THE SPIDER BAND!!”,As reader see the light on Lyla and this guy with an sort of punk rock designed with such cool looking pants,and he was wearing makeup,an neon red and green stripes on his face only in the corner of her eyes,as he tap something on his ear,and speak to the crowd “let’m Rock and roll,BABY!!”hobie says with an playful voice,as he played his guitar,then the other band members,including Gwen,miles,Miguel,pavitr,Lyla,Margo,and Jessica (those are the people who are on stage,the other members who are peter b Parker,Ben Riley,Miles.G/Miles42 are in the back stage)

 *Insert any song that you think would fit all of them together,with of them singing*(I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD ALL OF THEM SING TOGETHER,😭😭☠️💀especially with Miguel,Miles,gwen,hobie,Lyla,Jess,pavitr and margo,cuz like I know what role Gwen and hobie would be,cuz of the movie,I for sure know that margo would definitely be an background singer or an lead up singer,but IDK WHAT SONG WOULD THEY SING TOGETHER,but if they were to sing there singles,I know what they would sing😭😭😭)as reader see an tall as hell guy standing there with an fake smile on his face,as he was singing the lyrics,he was wearing an turtleneck with so many accessories on his pants,and he had his hair combed back neatly,he was wearing gloves and sunglasses that put his outfit together,but reader wasn’t even interested in this concert to be honest with herself,she was just interested in the outfit they had on,

AFTER the concert was finished,everyone was leaving and so did she and Millie did,but after finding which car is her and where is it they found it,”come on,I can drive you home,it already late”Millie said gently to reader,as reader”im fine,Millie,it only an few blocks away from here,anyway you need to get some sleep,so you could copy my homework” she says with an calmly voice,but in an tone that Millie knows that no matter what she does she won’t get in,

”fine,I see you later,you better not get kidnapped,cuz I’m going to find who tf dare touch my nerdy friend”Millie says as she get inside the and starts to drive away waving goodbye to reader,

as reader starts to walk away from the stadium that was host inside of the concert,fixing her glasses and she was enjoying her late night walk alone,as she looks up at the moon light,putting her hands in her pjs pants,she was humming to her favorite song,after walking halfway away from the stadium,she hears an crowd of people coming here,their feet steps were coming to were she was,as she was still walking,she and someone bumped into her,as she just stumble an little bit,as she look behind as she see Miguel O’Hara standing there,

as she rolls her eyes,mumbling “ay great now im here with mr hot stuff” she says in an whisper voice she thought that she could only hear,but Miguel heard her,and said “I’m sorry, wait,esperar por favor,can you please hide me from those culo loco fans” he said in an annoyed,yet desperate voice,as he face showing his annoyance,as they could hear the group of people coming towards them,as she waits an little bit,and look at his face,and pushes her glasses,and sighs softly, “fine,I’ll help but when those people leave im leaving”she says with an scuff and take off her hoodie and handed to him,he looks at it and then get more annoyed at her “what now you want me to write an autograph on your hoodie,ah Que maravilloso” he said sarcastically,as he rolls his eyes out,and mumbles some words,reader who looks at him like he was slow, “no dumbass,I’m sorry if you can’t use your popstar brain,to figure out I’m telling you to wear it” she says in an harsh yet sarcastic voice,as she rolls her eye at him,and gave him an fake smile,as Miguel looked at her glasses,and then grab the hoodie and put it on him,she just didn’t care enough about his attitude at the moment and the only thing she cared was going home and not being bothered,”Now what,pequeña señorita”Miguel says in an stern voice,as the footsteps we’re getting louder,”now switch glasses,so it can be believeable,and ruffled your hair mr ohara,and start walking”as he did it and walked forward,as the group of people were the same street as them,and were asking where is Miguel or he couldn’t have gone that far from here,or that maybe one of the members got him,but in the end they left,as reader and Miguel were walking,and heard that they left,reader trip on an someone wallet,”are you seriously that blind without your glasses”Miguel says in his stern voice but his serious act was breaking up ,and chuckles at reader tripping over, “oh shut it mr bad boy wannabe,just give me my glasses and hoodie back and I’m be on my way” she say with an attitude,as she get up from the floor,and try to find where Miguel is,as she feel someone hand on her face taking off the sunglasses,and then put her circles glasses on her face,”there” he says to her,with an serious face,and he takes off the hoodie as well,giving it to her,”thanks” he says to her and walks the other way,”yea,hope…to never see you again” she say calmly and walked her way home,and when she finally got home with no problem,she didn’t care about shower,she was too tired to do anything but sleep on her bed.Meanwhile Miguel was at gas station,he needed to get away from his famous life and just chill,he needed to get away from those annoying flashing lights always on his face or his crew members faces,as he was sitting down by the side of an road eating an snack,as he watched the moon,as he recalled what that girl said “mr bad boy wannabe”as he scoffed at her comment,and rolled his eyes,”what an werid rude girl” as he got up,to only hear the sound of his phone,as he looked it was Lyla saying to come here,so they can go to the hotel,as he call an anyone to pick him up.

[minjiwritesstuff]

JustB Reaction: Their S/O does the ignore prank on them

Geonu

He thinks it's cute. Geonu knows you wouldn't ignore him, plus the boy is always on social medias so he knows about the prank. He'd just smile and let you do your thing and would just keep talking.

''Good try baby, i know it's a prank''

Bain

This boy is ignoring you back. How dare you ignore him as he's telling you about his day? So there's now two silent people sitting at the table. It's simply a matter of who will break first. Spoiler alert, Byeonghee will.

''Humph..''

Lim Jimin

Poor bean is confused. A few minutes ago you asked him how the recording went and now you're ignoring him? He doesn't understand if it's because he said something wrong or if it's because he's boring you out. You have to tell him it's a prank otherwise he'll never catch on

''Oh it's a prank? Kinda weird.. But at least I'm not boring''

JM

A WHINER. You can't ignore him, he's your boyfriend!! He's gonna pout and whine until you stop. He's so sick of your stupid little game (see what i did here? hehe). He just wants to talk to you, so please stop ignoring the baby. Will request kisses so that he can forgive you

''WHY ARE YOU IGNORING MEEEEE. Now kiss me and stop''

DY

He thinks you're being silly, so he'll be silly too. Will blow raspberries in the air, poke your cheek, and spread your lips into a smile. Will ruffle your hair if you're ignoring his silliness. In the end you both just are laughing together.

''You think you can be more silly than me? Bet''

Sangwoo

He thinks you're mad at him or that you had a bad day so he's dropping everything he was telling you to make you laugh. At first he'll try tickling you, if it doesn't work he'll go with extreme measures. Aegyos. Now this always work so you'd break out of your prank quickly enough.

''You were pranking me? If I knew i wouldn't have done aegyos''

[jobazzle]

in the final hours before father's day is over (in my time zone) i thought i'd make a silly little post of all my favorite things i've tweeted about my dad in the past (bc he was hilarious and i miss him today especially and looking through these made me smile)

gonna put the rest of the images under read more but this right here is my fav:

like pls. the grinning emojis. i'm cacklingggg

"someone hacked my tv" HOW WOULD THEY HAVE DONE THAT DAD. HOW. LMAOOOO

:')

he would ALWAYS get random food on his way home. wait omg his love language to show ppl he cared was 1000% giving random gifts

he knew me so well

no one hated trump more than my dad hated trump i'm soooooo sure of that lol

this one is kinda sad bc this was The Beginning Of The End but also hilarious how nonchalant he always was

AND WHY HASNT THIS LUCK BEEN PASSED ON TO MEEEEE

the way i literally never put the answer to this fucking riddle (i *think* i know what he was talking about but i can't be 100% sure hfkhfdskj)

no but like....did he outgrow his marshmallow allergy???

he loved listening to radio stations and countdowns like if radio had one fan!!!! it was him!!!! if they have zero fans!!! he is dead!!! wait-

REAL lmaooooooo

was he at a trivia night was he proving a point the world will never know

the advice he gave. truly one of a kind!!!!

no but like i'm laughing so hard about this he actually was one of the blank space starbucks lovers truthersfdhsjfhdsk

this is in reference to the world series and the cubs did in fact win the world series that year AND 1d never came back from their hiatus soooooooo

like wdym someone in the neighborhood was giving away egg rolls and wdym my dad went trick or treating and got one????

my fav thing ever was us watching tv shows together :')

i go to the movies alone allllll the time now so like. 10/10. good advice dad!!!! i've taken it now!!!!

he was a pop girlie at heart

will never forget this day!!!!!!

PLSSSSS he was so unserious

do i remember doing this NO do i think my dad even liked cookies that much ALSO NO but what a sweet gesture from sweet little 15 year old me awwwww :')

[caramelizedn]

just relaxing

benny “the jet” rodriguez x reader (y/n) joins the sandlot boys’ sleepover in the tree house. [benny and (y/n) are dating]

   “hey (y/n)!”

   a smile stretched across your face after hearing your boyfriend’s voice.    “hey, benny.” you greeted affectionately. he jogged up to you and took your hand in his.    “the boys are having a sleepover at the treehouse, wanna come?” he asked.    “sure, i just gotta grab some stuff,” you pulled him as you walked,    “you should come with.”

   “okay, okay.”

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   you rushed out of your house, in pajamas, with a duffle bag full of pillows and blankets.    “c’mon, lets go!” you grabbed benny’s hand and dragged him along—a common theme in your relationship. you and benny laughed the entire way, never letting go of each other’s hands. benny led you to the tree house, the boys inside whining about your presence.    “you brought (y/n)? c’mon man it’s supposed to be our night!”    benny rolled his eyes as the both of you climb up the ladder.    “ease up, blockheads.” he guided you towards the corner, where you laid out your pillows and blankets.    “who’s that?” some kid you didn’t know asks. you were gone on vacation for a week, so benny never got to tell you about this kid. you guessed it had just slipped his mind when you got back from your trip.    “oh yeah! you’ve never met (y/n).” ham realized, all the boys agreeing with him.     “benny and (y/n) have been going steady since last year.”    “yeah, yeah! i bet they make out everyday.”    “not true!”    “yeah, but you wish it was!”    you laughed loudly, causing stares to come your way.    “so, new kid. you got a name?” you wrapped your arm around benny’s shoulders, grinning at the new kid.    “scotty smalls.” he said, fiddling with his thumbs. you stepped over the others’ stuff and held out your hand. he gladly took it. then, you went to sit down on your little nest, pulling benny down with you.     “hey, cutie.”    “don’t call me that, it’s embarrassing.” he chuckled, playfully hitting your arm. you latch onto him like a koala,    “but you love it when i embarrass youuu.” benny rolled his eyes playfully, prying you off of him.    “get off of meeeee.” he dragged the last word, making fun of you. you laughed softly, guiding yourself to his back. wrapping an arm around his neck, you pretend to choke him.    “you’re gonna have to drag me off of you” benny chuckled, and played along. you both wrestled for a bit, trying not to move too much since it was a confined space. the little fight eventually ended in cuddles and giggles.    “okay. quiet, you guys.” everyone kept talking.    “quiet! are you trying to wake it up? it just went to bed.”     “what just went to bed?”     “shhhhh!”    “the beast.”    “oh yeah!”    “shhhhhhh!”    “jeez”    “dang”    squints hushed everyone, then proceeded to tell the supposedly real story about “the beast”. you scoffed light-heartedly. you knew the story wasn’t true—you talk to mr. mertle and play with hercules sometimes, but you didn’t wanna ruin their fun.    leaning your head against benny’s chest, you squeezed his hand. you smirked at him. in a way, you were taunting him. benny tried to act tough. god, he’s adorable.    “do you really believe it?” you whispered.    “of course i do, how could you not?” benny reasoned.    suddenly the candles were blown out, and you were left with simple eye contact with your boyfriend. you let out an airy laugh before giving him a peck on the lips and tucking yourself in.    you felt benny wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close.

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   your eyes fluttered open, the feeling of benny long gone. it was still dark outside… propping yourself up, you lazily leaned on your forearm. benny was probably out on the grass. it seemed like he took some blankets too.    “is it that hot in there?” you smiled, climbing down the ladder to see benny stargazing on the grass. he scooted over to give you space    “yeah, it’s pretty stuffy.” he slung his arm over your shoulder. you tiredly leaned your head on his shoulder. to which he leaned his on your head. the next few minutes were comfortable silence—the faint sound of the wind lulling you to sleep.

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   “GROSS, GUYS! YOU COULDN’T WAIT ‘TIL LATER??”

   “OH (Y/N), MY DARLING LOVER! KISS ME!”

   “shut it!”