#We love it when they start yelling at each other 😌

[soft-serve-soymilk]

Bitches be fighting (it’s the head children 😘☺️)

[wcters]

𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: what christmas looks like with you and lando

warnings: established relationships, sexual innuendos, wanted to give you something for christmas and as an apology for not getting all of the 1k celebration requests out !!! going though a bit of writers block :((( | christmas is almost here !!!! merry christmas and happy holidays if you don’t celebrate christmas🎄 , wanted to get a little something out before the holidays, hope everyone has a good time with friends and family !!!!

- first of all, you take christmas very seriously

- you’re not one of those people who set the tree up super early, you wait till remembrance day or american thanksgiving, but you still plan it out

- you have a planned tree aesthetic for now, when you guys are older and have kids then you’ll let them decorate, but for now it’s you and lando

- if lando isn’t there with you while you set it up, you will get the christmas tree up by yourself ‼️

- #independentwoman

- sooooo many decorations

- like you move some of lando’s mini helmets (sorry) to fit them

- you’ve got snow globes, garlands, mini christmas trees

- all of it 🎄⛸️🎁

- you’ve definitely made one of his mini helmets into a snow globe

- christmas flannel bedsheets and bedset

- binge watching christmas movies 🎥

- complete with charcuterie boards, wine, cookies you made

- LOVE christmas baking ‼️

- if it exists, you make it

- shortbread (my grandad made the best), snickerdoodles, gingerbread, peppermint, sugar cookies, etc

- that mostly consists of you baking and lando helping when you tell him too . . . and eating the batter while you slap his hand away

- you also cook a lot as well

- especially soups, you miss soup season 🥣

- music always coming from the kitchen

- lando just likes to watch you sometimes, other times he’ll start to dance with you

- when his hands start to wander (cause you know they will), you push him away and he gets sad

- MATCHING PYJAMAS

- if you have a pet or something, matching with them as well

- you love gift giving so you love going shopping for things 🛒

- we all know you help lando get gifts for people 🎁

- you spoil mila and athena 🥺

- we all saw the car lando got her BEFORE she was born, you go all out

- go out for any young kids in your family as well

- going out to christmas markets with him, max, and pietra ❄️

- sometimes it’s just you and pietra as the boys are big losers

- soooo many pictures being taken

- some for online, but most are for you to keep ❤️

- skating with each other ⛸️

- though it’s mostly lando holding your hands and helping you balance while you yell ‘lando!’ when you get scared or nervous

- trips to the alps with friends

- over the years you’ve learned to ski and you think you’ve gotten pretty good 😌

- so many nights of you and lando sitting together by the fire, blanket in top of you, max taking pictures because he finds the face lando makes when he’s sleeping hilarious

- you love taking baths, but especially during christmas time 🛁

- you and lando love having baths together after longs days and talk about what you’ve missed

- every soap is christmas themed, dish towels, pillows, you’re serious about this time of year

- each year you switch which persons house you’ll be spending christmas eve at

- you spend time with the others family as well but it switches for christmas eve

- if you decide to spend christmas eve at your house, you have traditions

- KARAOKE 🎤

- making christmas dinner together

- fighting over who makes what

- “i’ll take care of the turkey and stuffing while you take the carrot cake”

- “but i want to do the stuffing!”

- “you always burn it”

- “that is such lies”

- dancing in the kitchen 🕺

- at the end of the night you’re PLASTERED

- best sleep ever, though you are very excited for christmas day

- even more excited if you are spending it with family though ‼️

- you and lando are woken up to mila jumping in your bed and savannah coming in to grab her while apologizing profusely

- you just laugh it off and tell her not to worry while getting up because lando never likes to wake up that early on christmas

- you help make breakfast with sav and cisca while oliver helps when needed though he’s mostly playing with mila and athena with adam 🥺

- one of your favourite images is lando on christmas morning: his hair messy in the best way, the morning glow . . . when he goes to stretch and his stomach and the lining of his underwear show 😉

- you have breakfast first (obviously with some complaints from the kids) but you adults need coffee to get through the morning

- lando eats a lot because he doesn’t have to be on his diet

- after that it’s time for presents !!!!!! 🎁

- for some gifts you coordinate with sav and oliver so they go together

- lando sits on the couch and if you’re not on the ground with the girls you’re with him, back against his chest as you watch with so much love in your eyes

- you do the adults gifts on the side because you all want the attention on the girls

- lando LIVES and lives to spoil you

- he does all year, don’t get me wrong, but at christmas? it’s another level

- he waits till you guys are back at your house or alone when he gives you all the super expensive ones because you KNOW this man spends a ridiculous amount of money on you 💵💵

- you love to see everyone’s faces when they see their presents

- especially cisca and adam’s when they receive their vacation tickets

- spend the day catching up and doing family things

- the girls obviously have a gossip session about what’s been going on 💅

- naps when you both get home

- you are SPENT since you aren’t used to that much energy

- spend the next day together and giving each other the presents you got for each other

- lots of hugs, kisses, smiles, and cheeky jokes

- it’s mostly a lazy day after the last couple of days of getting ready

- just being close and spending time with each other ❤️ gives you guys a slow moment in your fast paced lives

- obviously visit max and pietra while you are in the UK

- gift exchanging as you do every year, though it’s mostly you going overboard with gifts for them and their dog 🐕

- again, gossip sesh with pietra filled with drama and wine

- just a great time of year where you get to catch up with friends and family and be together in each other presence ❤️

[joeshiestyslover]

moth to a flame- m. sturniolo

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: you and matt have hated each other since you were kids, you two constantly bickering and arguing. however, there has always been an underlying tension, but you and matt have always chosen to ignore it. yet, the unspoken tension begins to break when another guy takes an interest in you.

warnings: language, angst, smut, oral (male receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that), fluff, cheating (don’t do this either pls), nick once again being a g

masterlist

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a/n: does the smut suck? yes probably but it’s okay 😌

“you have a date? how much did you pay him?” matt asks you, a snark evident in his tone. you roll your eyes at his comment. “guys find me very likable, thank you very much.” you retort. “oh i’m sure.” he scoffs. “can you just shut the hell up?” you snap, looking into the eyes of the boy you’ve hated since freshman year.

you met the triplets when you moved to boston in the ninth grade. you shared a class with nick, and you two quickly hit it off. he then introduced you to his two brothers, matt and chris. chris was super sweet and welcoming towards you, but matt was the complete opposite. he barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was to make some snide remark. at first, you let it slide, thinking he was just uncomfortable around new people, but the mean comments never subsided, so one day, you snapped back at him, much to his surprise. thus began the endless fighting and screaming matches between the both of you. it got so bad that nick and chris wouldn’t allow you two alone in the same room out of fear that you might kill each other. you two found ways to argue about anything, even things as stupid as what the best soda is.

although you hate matt with every fiber in your being, you still love nick and chris as if they were your own brothers, and they obviously felt the same. when their youtube channel first blew up, you were always by their side to support them. eventually, they decided they were going to move to los angeles, and they asked you to go with them. you immediately accepted because the course you wanted to study in college had great programs in los angeles.

you’re currently in the triplets’ apartment, telling them about the most recent development in your life: you got a date. “y/n, just ignore matt.” nick interrupts yours and matt’s squabble. “so, what’s his name? how did you meet him?” nick asks excitedly. “well, his name’s blake and we met at the coffee shop on campus.” you smile. matt rolls his eyes. “blake? the guy sounds like a douchebag.” “and you would know all about douchebags wouldn’t you?” you ask with a false sweetness in your voice. “what the hell is that supposed to mean? you saying i’m a douchebag?” matt narrows his eyes at you. “if the shoe fits.” you shrug. “okay can you guys not for like two seconds?” chris asks. you raise your hands up in surrender, “fine but he started it.” “sure blame me for everything.” matt says sarcastically. “fuck off.” you reply. “guys seriously, stop.” nick tells you sternly. “anyway where are you and blake going?” chris asks, trying to lessen the tension between you and matt. “we’re going to this restaurant down the street from my apartment. it’s pretty nice actually.” you tell him, smiling slightly. you then stand up and grab your car keys. “i’m gonna go get ready, and i’ll tell you guys all about it after.” “you better!” nick yells out after you as you walk out the door towards your car.

nick watches you leave, then turns to matt, “we need to talk.” matt raises an eyebrow, “okay…” he says hesitantly, setting down his phone. “what the fuck is up with you and y/n?” “what do you mean?” matt asks. “you two have been at each other’s throats for years! it’s so exhausting watching you two constantly fight over dumb shit!” nick yells at him. “what about her? why is she not included in this conversation?” he retorts. “because you started this shit! you were awful to her when you first met! this whole situation could have been avoided if you were man enough to tell her you like her!” matt’s taken aback by nick’s outburst. “tell her what?” he asks, hoping he heard his brother wrong. “come on matt, it’s obvious that you like her.” nick deadpans. “you’re kidding right? she’s disgusting, and not to mention, a total bitch. how you guys tolerate her shit, i’ll never know, but i sure as hell won’t.” matt rants. “okay matt, whatever you need to tell yourself.” chris adds, rolling his eyes. “you agree with nick? seriously?” matt turns to the youngest triplet. chris just shrugs, “i mean, yeah. i might be an idiot, but even i can tell that you like her.” matt scoffs, “fuck you guys. i’m going for a drive. i’ll be back later.” he stands up and grabs his keys. he then walks out the front door, making sure to slam it shut.

matt gets into his car and begins to drive, not knowing where to go. during his drive, thoughts of you begin to invade matt’s head. there is absolutely no way he likes you. you’re annoying, you’re stubborn, and you’re just so insufferable to be around. sure, you’re conventionally attractive, but that doesn’t mean anything, it actually pisses matt off more because he doesn’t understand how such a pretty face could have such an awful personality paired with it.

after driving for a while, an idea pops into matt’s head. matt knows you well enough to know which restaurant you would go to because it was always one of your favorites. he begins to drive that way and plots what he’s going to do once he gets there. after a few moments of contemplating, he decides to just sit a couple of tables away from you and your date, just to make you uncomfortable and on edge.

he arrives at the restaurant and walks in through the large glass doors at the front of the building. the moment he walks in, he can spot you and blake in the back. you’re laughing at something he said, and an unfamiliar feeling began to pool in the pit of matt’s stomach. his thoughts are cut off by the hostess coming up to the stand, “how many?” she asks. “umm just one, and is there any way i can get a table back there?” he points to where you’re sitting. “of course. follow me.” she smiles as she begins to walk towards the your table, matt following close behind. “here you are, sir.” the hostess sets the menu down on the table before walking away. he sits down and looks at the menu, waiting for you to notice his presence.

as you’re talking to blake, you notice a familiar head of hair out of the corner of your eye. you look over an see matt sitting diagonally across from your table. your eyes widen when your eyes meet his. what the fuck is he doing here? you try your best to ignore him, but you can see him continuously glancing at you. blake notices you looking over to your right. “are you okay, y/n? is something wrong?” he asks. your eyes snap back to his. “no i thought i saw something, but i didn’t.” blake just shrugs and continues talking. you try to listen to his words, but you can’t. your mind constantly drifts back to the brown-haired boy sitting to your right.

after a couple hours, and some very awkward glances to matt, your date finally ends. you and blake bid each other goodnight before you walk back to your car. you see matt walking to his own car and you send him with a death glare, to which he just responds with a cocky smile. you wait for him to drive out of the parking lot, and once he does, you follow him home, wanting answers as to why he thought it was a good idea to crash your date.

as he pulls into his garage, you park on the street. you turn your engine off and get out of the car, storming through the front door, where you see matt standing in the kitchen. you walk over to him and slam your purse down on the counter.

“why do you feel the need to ruin every good thing that comes my way? what do you have to gain from that?” you ask matt frustratedly. “i don’t ruin every good thing. i just wanted to make sure he’s good for you.” he replies nonchalantly. “that’s not for you to decide matthew!” you yell, moving closer to him. “y/n, you just need to trust me.” his calmness is pissing you off even more. “but i don’t trust you! all you’ve done since we met is berate me and talk shit about me! how can i trust your words when i can’t even trust you?!” you begin to wave your arms frantically. “look,” he begins, “i know guys like that and i just-” “guys like what matt? guys like you?” you ask accusingly. “no. guys that will treat a girl right until they get into her pants and then leave once they get what they want.” you scoff at his words. who does he think he is? “you don’t know what you’re talking about. did he say something to make you believe he’s like that?” matt averts his gaze to the floor. “no, but i have a feeling.” you laugh, not believing the words that are leaving his mouth. “a feeling? so you just made it up.” he looks back up at you. “god, i didn’t make it up y/n! stop being so naive and open your fucking eyes!” matt begins to raise his voice. “you are such a fucking asshole! you have no right to stick your nose in my love life! just because no one wants you doesn’t mean you get project that onto me!” you yell in his face, seething with rage. matt’s face turns cold, his eyes boring into yours with a look you can’t make out. he remains silent for a few seconds. “what no snarky comment? did i hit a sore spot? it’s so pathetic that you’re so insecure that you feel the need to-” you’re cut off by a pair of lips smashing against yours. your eyes widen and you can feel yourself almost melting into the kiss before you realize who it is you’re kissing. you quickly shove him backwards, and matt stumbles a little. you look into his eyes, the both of you saying nothing. you don’t know what comes over you, but before you can think it through, you take a step forward, grab the back of his neck, and press your lips against matt’s once again. the kiss is rough, teeth and tongues clashing together. 

matt’s kisses begin to fall from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking as he goes further and further down. “matt” you moan breathlessly. “what is it baby?” he asks in a husky voice and you could cum from just the sound of his voice. “we should go to your room.” you say between small moans. you can feel him nod against the crook of your neck as he put his hand under your ass to pick you up. you immediately wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to walk towards his room. you get into his room and he sits down on the edge of his bed, so now you’re in his lap.

matt removes his head from your collarbone and he finds your lips again. you subconsciously begin to move your hips against his, a soft groan leaving his lips and you can feel yourself clench at the noise. matt’s hands slowly trail up your back and you can feel his right hand grip your hair. he gives it a quick but firm tug, pulling your head back which gives him the opportunity to attack your jawline. “matt please.” you breathe out, needing his touch. “what do you want, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well what you want. “i need you.” he looks up at you with a smirk on his face. “yeah? then show me how bad you need me.” you feel his grip on you relax slightly, so you get off his lap and drop to your knees. your eyes immediately find the large tent in his sweats. you can feel your mouth water with desire.

you grab his dick through his pants and matt lets out a light gasp. “don’t tease me baby.” you bite your lip and tug his sweatpants down to his thighs, his extremely hard dick slapping against his stomach. you wrap your hand around his base and begin to stroke him up and down. you then bring your lip to his tip, giving it a few kitten licks. matt’s hand finds your hair and forces himself down your throat. you feel your eyes begin to water as you find your rhythm. you continue to bob your head up and down and pump what you can’t fit in your mouth. “fuckkk” matt moans, his hand tightly gripping your hair. “i’m gonna cum baby.” you quicken your pace and you can feel your cunt dripping, making a mess between your thighs. matt’s groans become louder and louder as he feels himself getting closer. his dick twitches in your mouth and you still your movements, feeling his thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. you swallow every drop before pulling off him, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath.

“fuck that was so good.” he praises you as he grabs your hands and leads you back onto the bed. he flips the two of you around so now he’s on top of you. “you’re such a good girl for me.” he says before he kisses you again. he bites your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth. you can feel his dick sliding up and down your clothed cunt. “please fuck me matt.” you whine against his lips. “patience baby.” he demands. his hands find the waistband of your pants, yanking them down so your bottom half is only covered by your thin panties. he looks down and sees the wet patch that covers the bottom of them. “holy fuck you’re soaked. you really liked sucking me off that much, huh?” he then gets up on his knees and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach, and you can somehow feel yourself become wetter. “how bad do you want me?” he asks you cockily. “so bad matty. please fuck me.” he chuckles, “so needy.” he then lines himself up to your leaking hole, swiping his tip against your clit a few times before sliding himself inside you slowly. you let out a loud moan and he covers your mouth. “shhh baby. we don’t want nick or chris to hear how good i’m making feel do we?” you shake your head as he continues to rut his hips into yours. he removes his hand from your mouth and it soon finds its place on your throat. “fuck you’re so fucking tight. oh my god.” he throws his head back in pleasure as you moan out his name. “you’re such a little slut for me aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you like this?” he smirks down at you, admiring the way your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back. he tightens his grip around your neck as a warning, “answer me or i’ll stop.” “fuck yes matt i love it.” you moan out. he takes his hand off your neck and trails it down to your clit. he begins to rub it in small, tight circles and you can feel the coil in your stomach begin to form.

“fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum soon.” he picks up his pace, going harder as his hand rubs your clit faster. you can feel yourself begin to clench around him, matt starting to let out broken moans at the sensation. “you gonna cum baby?” you nod, on the verge of cumming around him. “give it to me baby. cum on my dick.” he urges. at his words, you let go, letting out a loud and long moan as you release around his dick. matt’s pace begins to falter as he feels himself about to fall apart too. “where do you want it baby?” “inside me please.” you beg. he twitches inside of you and you can feel him cumming inside you, painting your swollen walls white as he lets out a groan of your name. he stills inside you for a few seconds before pulling out. he gets up from the bed and walks to his bathroom. you feel the sink run and turn off and he returns to the bed with a damp towel. he begins to clean you up a bit before tossing the towel to the side. he crawls towards you and lies down next you, pulling you into his arms.

you both lie in his bed for a few more minutes before you speak up. “this can’t happen again.” matt turns to look at you, “why not?” he questions. “i don’t want to hurt blake. he’s a good guy.” matt scoffs. “sure he is.” he says, sarcasm evident in his tone. “you don’t even know him matt.” you try to reason. “i don’t need to know the guy to know he’s an asshole. his name’s blake, and that says enough.” you roll your eyes at his childish behavior. “okay matt whatever.” you pull the covers off your body and you begin to put your clothes back on. matt grabs your arms and spins you around to face him. he looks into your eyes for a few moments before crashing his lips against yours. you want to pull away, but you can’t. the kiss becomes more and more heated as he backs you up until you’re both lying on the bed with him on top of you. “this is the last time.” you demand, knowing that’s probably a lie. “no it’s not.” he says against your lips as he begins to trail kisses down your neck.

weeks pass by, and you and matt are still hooking up. because of this, you’ve become more tolerant towards each other. you don’t necessarily like one another, but you can at least go a day without arguing. nick and chris begin to notice the change in dynamic between the both of you. they don’t ask questions because they’re just happy you all can hang out without the two of them being caught in the middle of one of your petty arguments.

much to matt’s dismay however, blake is still in the picture. you haven’t become official with him yet, but you both have gone on many more dates and even kissed a few times. of course, you felt bad for lying to blake, but what are you supposed to do? you just can’t escape matt. you’re a moth to his flame. you’ve come so close to breaking it off with matt, but each time you fail, somehow always ending up naked in his bed.

this is one of those times. you came over to the boys’ apartment to break it off with matt, but of course, you couldn’t. instead, you’re pinned against the wall of his bedroom. “matt we can’t keep doing this.” you breathe out against his lips. “doing what?” he asks, backing away and raising one eyebrow. “hating each other in public and fucking in private. i can’t do that to blake.” you try to reason with him, but matt simply rolls his eyes. “then just end things with him. i told you he isn’t good for you.” “he’s a good guy, matt.” you reply. matt takes a step closer to you, “well, if he’s such a good guy, then why are you here? why aren’t you with him?” he asks, knowing the answer. you look down and shake your head, “i don’t know. i shouldn’t be here. i should go.” you grab your purse from the counter and swing it over your shoulder, but before you can walk towards the door, matt grabs your wrist. “wait, don’t go.” you turn towards him, “why not?” there’s a few seconds of silence before matt answers your question. “i don’t want you to.” “okay.” you concede.

about a week later, you get a text from blake, asking you to go over to his apartment. you get into your car and drive to his place. you get out and walk up to his door, knocking twice. he open the door with a smile on his face, and it fills you with guilt. he invites you in and sits you down on his couch. “so i invited you here because i wanted to ask you something.” he begins. you nod, nervous for what he’s about to say. “i wanted to know if you would be my girlfriend.” he asks hopefully. you sigh softly and look down. you can’t hold it in any longer. you can’t keep lying to the poor guy. “look, you’re an amazing guy, don’t get me wrong, but i can’t” you tell him. his smile drops instantly. “oh. can i ask why. i thought we were doing good.” “i’m just not ready to be in a serious relationship. i thought i was, but now i know i’m not.” it’s not totally a lie. you’re not ready for a relationship with someone that isn’t matt. “okay i understand.” he says sadly. “i think i should leave. i’m so sorry blake, but i know you’ll find someone as great as you are.” you smile to try and lift the mood. he just nods while staring at the ground. you stand up from his couch and walk out the door, wracked with guilt.

you get in your car and drive to the triplets’ apartment, needing to talk to matt. you have to tell him how you feel. you arrive at their apartment and place your car in park. you walk up to the door and knock. you wait for a few seconds before the door opens, revealing matt. “hi.” you break the silence. “what’s up? you need something?” he inquires. “i actually need to talk to you.” you can feel butterflies in your stomach as you rock back and forth on your feet. “ummm okay come in.” he motions for you to enter the apartment. you walk inside and matt closes the door behind you. you both stand in the living room and you set your keys and phone down on their counter. he stands there, waiting for you to speak.

“i broke up with him” you break the silence. “what? why?” matt questions, his head immediately perking up. “you were right. he wasn’t good for me.” he scoffs, “well no shit. what does that have to do with me?” “i also broke up with him because i realized something.” are you really about to do this? are you really about to confess your feelings to the boy you’ve hated for years? matt gives you a look, telling you to go on. “i know we’ve always hated each other, but since we started sleeping together, i realized that i don’t want blake. i want you, and not just in a sexual way. i want to actually be with you.” you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding, waiting anxiously for his response, but he says nothing. “matt? please say something.” matt looks down at the floor and shakes his head slightly. “i can’t, y/n.” he says softly. “can’t what?” you’re confused now. what the hell does that mean? “i can’t be with you.” your heart drops. “why not?” you ask. “i… i just can’t.” you’re start to become irritated at his words. “what can’t you do matt?!” “i can’t give you what you want. you want to date and do couple-y stuff and i can’t do that.” his gaze remains on the floor. “so i’m good enough to fuck, but not good enough to date?” you ask condescendingly. “that’s not what i’m saying, i just-” “you just what matt?! what is so awful about being in a relationship?!” you begin to yell. “i don’t do relationships! the fact that you’re whining and screaming about it is the reason i don’t! you’re being fucking dramatic and i’m sick of it! we’re not dating and we’re never going to so just accept it and stop being so fucking clingy!” he yells back at you. your jaw drops to the floor at his words. “fuck you matthew. don’t text me again.” you walk towards the front door, making sure to bump his shoulder on the way out. you open the door and slam it shut, shaking the walls of the apartment.

hearing the commotion, chris and nick walk downstairs into the living room. “what the hell happened?” nick asks. “nothing happened. she’s just being a bitch as usual.” matt replies, rubbing his temples. “what did you say to her?” nick sighs, knowing you’d never react that way unless matt said something really fucked up. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” nick scoffs. “well too bad. if i just lost my best friend because of you then we’re gonna talk about it.” nick and chris drag matt over to the couch and sit down. matt sighs and begins to explain everything that happened between the two of you. “why would you say something like that to her?” chris asks him, disappointed in his older brother. “i told you, i’m not a relationship guy.” nick looks at him with a look of worry. “but do you like her?” matt looks at him and nods. “then tell her that you dumb fuck! you just broke her heart for no reason!” he yells in matt’s face. “look, i can’t do this right now. i’m going to bed.” matt sighs softly as he walks out of the room.

as soon as matt gets into his room, he shuts the door, lying down in his bed. his mind is racing with thoughts of you. nick was right. he should have told you that he wanted to date you too, but he was too much of a pussy to actually say it, so he hurt you instead. matt knows you’re probably still mad at him and would slam the door in his face if he went over to your house now, so he decides to wait a day or two. after contemplating it, matt walks over to nick’s room and opens the door, knowing he needs help getting you back. “how do i win her back nick?” he sits down on his brother’s bed. “look, i don’t know if she would take you back for sure, but what you need to do is give her a heartfelt apology and tell her how you feel. that’s your best bet.” matt nods, taking in everything he says. “and flowers. get her some flowers.” “i’ll go over there tomorrow.” matt states. ���good because if i lose my best friend, i’ll actually kill you.” nick says with a glare.

the next day, matt woke up ready to prove to you that he wants to be your boyfriend. however, the anxiety was pooling in his stomach. what if you didn’t want him? what if you went back to blake? he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, but they still lingered.

once he gathered the courage, he got up out of bed, throwing on a sweater and some jeans. he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair until it looks presentable enough. matt throws on his shoes and grabbing his keys. he begins to walk towards the front door when he passes by nick on the couch. “good luck matt.” nick tells him. matt just nods and walks out the door towards his minivan.

on the way to your house, he stops by a flower stand and gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, hoping that it’s enough for you to forgive him. as he speeds toward your house, matt’s mind is going a million miles a minute. he’s continuously going over what he’s going to say to you in his head. his thoughts are cut off by him arriving at your apartment. matt looks at himself in the mirror once more before grabbing the flowers and stepping out of the car.

matt walked up to your front door and took a deep breath before knocking. he waited a few seconds then the door swung open, revealing you. your hair looks disheveled and your eyes puffy. “what are you doing here?” you cross your arms at the boy. “i’m sorry y/n. i’m so sorry.” he holds out the flowers for you to take. you grab them hesitantly and turn around to put them in a vase. matt follows you inside towards your kitchen. “so are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here or can you leave now?” you ask, a harsh tone in your voice. matt sighs, “you were right. i’m an asshole. i never should have said those things to you. i was just so scared.” you tilt your head to the side. “scared? of what?” “what i feel for you, what i’ve felt for you since i met you, it’s unlike anything i’ve felt before. i’ve been in love with you for years, and i was too fucking stupid to tell you. i’m sorry for everything i’ve done to you over the years. you didn’t deserve any of it.” you can see matt’s eyes start to become glossy as you step towards him. “what changed all of a sudden? last night you were dead set on not being with me, but now you do? that doesn’t make any sense matt.” you tell him, still skeptical. “nick and chris laid into me last night. they made me realize that i hurt you for no reason and that i was being selfish. i told you i didn’t want to be with you, but it was a lie. being with you is all i’ve ever wanted and when it was right in front of me i panicked. i know that i probably fucked everything up, but please, if there’s any part of you that can forgive me, please give me one more chance. let me prove to you that i can be the man you deserve.” you take a deep breath, tears beginning to invade your waterline. you want to tell him off so bad. you want to tell him that you would never take him back, but you can’t. before you can overthink it, you take a few steps towards matt and wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder. “do you really mean it?” you ask him softly. “i mean it baby. i promise i’ll never hurt you again.” he pulls away and looks down at you with a small smile on his face. you reciprocate the smile as he begins to lean down. your lips brush against each other before he presses his lips against yours. the kiss isn’t like any other kiss you’ve shared before; it’s soft and sweet instead of hard and rough. you both break away and rest your forehead on his. “you’re so beautiful, y’know that?” you feel your face heat up and a smile forming on your face. “shut up.” you tell him before reaching up and kissing him once more.

[goldfades]

Could we get something with crashout queen about her upbringing, family, and background? Specifically as to why she gets so fierce and stuff, I'm thinking more of your personal head cannons if that's okay , I'd love to get to understand her as a character better 😌

ohhh i love this question bc i’ve been thinking about her backstory for a while now. like, how do you become the wnba’s resident hothead with a courtside menace for a boyfriend? it had to start somewhere. so here’s my personal little headcanon deep dive on the crash out queen’s upbringing and why she’s that girl:

first of all—new york born and raised??? that already tells you everything you need to know. like, imagine growing up in a city where you have to fight for everything—space, attention, respect. and she learned early that you either speak up or you get drowned out.

she probably grew up in one of those neighborhoods where the park courts are sacred. like, you had to prove yourself to even get a run. those courts? they don’t care if you’re a kid. you miss a shot? you’re hearing about it. you call a soft foul? “play through it.” so she learned how to talk back. learned how to win.

she wasn’t just good—she was tough. elbows out on rebounds, chirping right back at the dudes who didn’t want to pass her the ball. like, i fully believe she earned her respect the hard way. no handouts. no special treatment. just work.

her family dynamic is also so key here.

i imagine her coming from a loud, passionate family. like, the type where love is shown through roasting each other at the dinner table but god help anyone outside the family who tries it. you know the vibe—we can joke about each other, but no one else can.

she’s got older siblings who never let her win at anything. like, her older brother/sister would block her shots, steal her snacks, talk trash during pickup games. and that’s where the fire started. because when you’re the youngest, you either stay quiet or you get louder. and she chose loud.

her parents? i see her having a mom who is no-nonsense but deeply supportive. like, the type of mom who worked two jobs but still found time to pull up to every game—sitting in the stands with a folding chair, yelling louder than the coach. and a dad who taught her the game but also taught her the attitude. “if you don’t believe you’re the best on that court, why should anyone else?”

the competitive edge? the fierceness?

oh, that comes from losing. not the pretty, motivational kind of losing—but the ugly kind. and she got injured in high school at a crucial moment. maybe there were coaches who told her she was “too emotional,” “too much,” “too aggressive.”

and she took that personally.

so by the time she hit college ball, she had something to prove. every bucket, every steal, every shove—it was all part of her making sure nobody ever doubted her again. and when she hit the wnba? oh, it was on.

and she didn’t get recruited the way she thought she would.

so, uconn. the dream.

growing up in new york, uconn was it. the gold standard. the dynasty. every little girl with a basketball dream wanted to play there, and she was no different.

she worked her whole life with uconn in the back of her mind. every early morning workout, every late-night shootaround, every pickup game in the park where she had to prove herself against dudes who doubted her—all of it was fueled by the idea that one day, she’d wear that uconn jersey.

she wasn’t just good—she was great. one of the best guards in the state. fast, aggressive, unrelenting. the type of player who could take over a game and talk her talk while doing it. but there was always this whisper around her:

“she’s too fiery.” “too emotional.” “great player, but does she know how to be coached?”

and that’s where it started to hurt. because deep down, she knew what they meant. they didn’t want someone who would argue with refs or stare down opponents. they wanted someone polished. someone who fit the mold.

and as the recruitment period came around, she waited. she waited for the call from uconn. from the coach she idolized. she kept thinking, any day now.

except it never came.

instead, she got the offer from duke. and duke? duke was… complicated.

they weren’t at their peak. the program was rebuilding. they weren’t a powerhouse like uconn. people whispered that going there would be a waste of her talent. that she should hold out for a bigger offer.

but the thing about her? she wasn’t afraid of a challenge.

she was hurt—deeply—by uconn’s silence. she’d given everything with the hope of that offer, and it stung that they didn’t believe in her the way she believed in herself.

but when duke came knocking, offering her the chance to lead something new, to be the face of a rebuild? she said yes without hesitation. because if there’s one thing about her—it’s that she doesn’t run from hard things.

and the second she committed to duke, the narrative started:

“she should’ve waited.” “she’s settling.” “she’ll never win a title there.”

ohhhh, and that fueled her.

her freshman year at duke? absolute chaos.

she came in with something to prove—to herself, to uconn, to everyone. she took over from day one. dropping 30 in her first college game, flexing at the camera, talking wild on the court. the media loved the drama of it all—this fiery freshman carrying a rebuilding team on her back.

and guess what?

they won the natty. freshman year. (in this universe ofc)

against all odds.

duke, led by the girl no one believed in, became national champions. and it wasn’t just a win—it was a statement.

and then uconn came calling.

suddenly, after she’d proven herself, after she’d done what they never thought she could—they wanted her.

the coach she admired growing up finally picked up the phone. “we think you’d be a great fit here. we’d love for you to consider transferring.”

it should have felt like validation. but it didn’t. it felt like a slap in the face.

because where was that call when she needed it most? when she was begging for that chance, working her ass off in high school, waiting for them to see her?

they didn’t believe in her until she forced them to.

and here’s the thing about her: she’s loyal.

she didn’t take the easy route. she built something at duke. she led that program to a title when nobody believed she could. and now that uconn finally saw her worth?

she said no.

no hesitation. no regrets.

“they didn’t want me when i was grinding. they don’t get me now that i’m shining.”

oh, and when she faced uconn the next season? she torched them. 35 points, waved at their bench after hitting a dagger three, blew a kiss to the crowd. postgame?

“yeah, that one was personal.”

iconic behavior.

but beneath all that fire? the rejection hurt. more than she let on.

because deep down, it was never just about basketball. it was about validation. about being seen. uconn ignoring her felt like the basketball world telling her she wasn’t “good enough” unless she toned it down, played the “right” way.

but instead of shrinking herself, she got louder. instead of changing, she leaned harder into who she was.

and this whole experience? it defined her career.

that’s why she’s fierce. that’s why she’s loyal. that’s why she rides for her people no matter what.

it’s why, when luka came along—chaotic, loud, unapologetic luka—she recognized that same fire. the same “i’m gonna prove you wrong” energy.

she didn’t need uconn’s validation in the end. she carved her own path.

her personality on the court vs. off the court is another layer.

like yeah, she’s fiery on the court—talks trash, gets techs, doesn’t back down. but off the court? she’s lowkey funny as hell. sarcastic, quick-witted, that classic new york humor. the kind of person who can roast you and have you laughing at the same time.

and honestly, that’s what drew luka in. like, everyone expects him to go for someone chill, but nah—he met someone who matched his energy, who wasn’t scared to check him. she’s the only one who could call him out for arguing with refs too much and then turn around and get ejected for her own argument three minutes later.

and the fierceness runs deeper than just competitiveness.

it’s comes back to loyalty. she grew up in a place where you ride for your people—no matter what. that’s why she and luka are so chaotic together. because she’s always going to stand up for her own, and luka? that’s her person.

like, imagine a press conference where someone tries to shade luka. reader just leans forward into the mic like, “you got something to say? say it directly.” and luka is sitting next to her, grinning like an idiot because he lives for this energy.

honestly, her upbringing explains everything.

growing up in new york taught her to be tough. her family taught her loyalty. the courts taught her grit. losing taught her hunger. and luka? well, luka taught her that someone could handle all of that fire—and match it with his own

[rascal-xo]

Ghost fanfic idea!!

He is in love with reader and has expressed it to her on multiple occasions but they discuss it and realise that their line of work isn’t ideal to have a relationship. So they keep at this game with flirting and just barely being sexual with each other

Until! Konig comes into the picture and she genuinely falls in love with him too. He shows her another way to be treated (we all know Ghost is stiff and gruff) as in all soft and puts flowers in her hair. ONLY THEN GHOST GOES CRAZY, LIKE EYE TWITCHING CRAZY AND STARTS TRYING DOING THE SAME THINGS AS KONIG TO GET HER BACK. READER THEN DECIDES WHO SHE WANTS TO GIVE HER HEART TO — you make that call cos I cannot choose between those 2 hunks.

Just an idea 😌 I’m a lil crazy so ignore if none of this makes sense

Unspoken Love | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader

A/N: I love this request omg. I hope I was able to do your vision justice :) Part 2

Chapter Summary: So many things are left unsaid between you and the Lieutenant, but one way or another they’ll come out.

Warnings: Angst, cursing, SMUT, fluff, smoking, injuries, violence, ghost being hostile at times

Word Count: 1.3K (Its a long one, i’m sorry 😭)

For a soldier, love is war.

For Simon Riley, love is you. It’s the way you look at him in the plane when he’s giving orders, the way you accidentally kick his boot under the table during a meeting, without even realizing it.

For Simon, love is the way sunlight filters through the windows and casts a warm glow on your face. But Simon Riley is the man underneath the skull balaclava, the man you don’t know.

You know Ghost. Ghost whose name falls from your mouth like a prayer when his hands are tightly grasping onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as you ride him, chasing after the coil that begins to form in your stomach, as you cry out for him while his cock slams into your, causing you to deathly grip the duvet.

Ghost is who you glance at only when you have to during briefings. But Simon Riley, the man behind the mask, the man who watches you from across the room, with a yearning in his eyes that you don't see, are eyes you look into when Ghost tells you “We can’t go farther than this.” And you agree, pushing down your feelings you almost had, knowing it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.

That’s what you tell yourself when you lay in his arms with a leg over his stomach, as his fingers run gently through your hair. All the while so many words go unspoken from underneath the skull mask.

In the moment it only seems like a task, maybe even a ploy you think, to keep you coming back to each other for more release. But again, that’s what you tell yourself, because it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.

As the weeks go by, the tension between you and Ghost is practically yelling for no strings attached. It’s what you repeat in your head as you find yourself at his bedroom door during the ungodly hours of night, after the others have long gone elsewhere.

But when a new member is recruited to 141, the rules begin to change. You meet Konïg. The soldier in the sniper hood and the reaper build that are no match for the kind and soft voice soul underneath. You end up working together on multiple missions, learning each others crafts.

You find yourself no longer aching to find your release, but unbeknownst to you Ghost has found a reason to push you away, when all Simon underneath is wants you to himself, to feel the way you feel tucked in his arms. He finds himself doing the worst. Telling Price you’re not in the right state of mind to be fighting leads you to find yourself at his door again, but this time making yourself known.

“You took me off of the fucking mission!?” You yell, not wanting to but feeling the need to. Knowing whatever it is has nothing to do with your performance in the field.

“You're a liability, Sergeant." he says, his voice low and menacing. "You let your emotions get in the way of your judgment, and thats get you or your teammates killed." You bristle at his words, feeling the anger and hurt rising within you.

"You had no right to bring my job into your hands." you shoot back. Ghost walks closer up, towering over you with his intimidating. "It’s not up for debate. That’s a direct order." he says, and for the first time you can see his eyes blazing with intensity. You can see Simon.

After a few more weeks, the late night visits become a distant memory. As you come in the pub with the team after a victorious mission, Konïg finds his seat next to you. “Look what I found, Schön.” (Beauty) He calls you, capturing your attention. It’s one of the many endearments you hear from him as you two get closer, and Ghost drifts away farther.

He listens to the conversation, only sitting a few seats away next to Soap. He doesn’t want to but he does, only hurting himself more. His knuckles turn white around the class of liquor, seeing the way Konïg makes you smile.

Did Konïg see you the way he did? Simon thinks to himself under the mask. Did Konïg fuck you like he did?

His blood boils at the sight of his hand resting on your arm, playfully. Ghost finishes his drink, but Simon is the one who leaves the pub without saying a word, beginning to resent himself for not telling you what you are to him when he had the chance.

A week later, you're back in the field with Ghost and the rest of the team, determined to prove to him that you belong. The mission is a covert operation to take out a high-value target, and everything is going smoothly at first.

But then, as you're moving through the enemy stronghold, a hostile sneaks up on you from behind. You don't see him coming, but Ghost does. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the ground and in a flash the bullet hits him in the one spot his vest doesn’t cover. “GHOST NO!”

In a haste attempt you cover against the remaining hostiles in your zone quickly getting on the radio,

“This is Delta 6-2, Ghost is shot, I repeat we need Evac NOW.” telling your team over the comms confirms your worst fear; Losing him. You’re rushing towards the extraction point, heart pounding not sure what to think, how to think. It all becomes a blur.

Blood stains your clothes as you realize you have been badly cut. Medics take you away as soon as you step foot on base, not even getting a chance to see him. The thought of him dead almost eats you alive.

You spent the a day waiting anxiously for news about his condition. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you received word from Captain Price that he had made it through surgery and was stable back at base.

You were discharged from the med bay the next day, and as soon as you were able to, you made your way to a place you knew too well. Without even bothering to knock, you pushed open the door and walked in. And there he was, sitting at the edge of his bed with his back facing you.

He instantly turns around, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Simon…” For a moment, you were frozen in place. The stone cold man you had been so intimate with, the man you had shared so many nights with only to avoid in the mornings, is now right in front of you, exposed and vulnerable. He puts out the cigarette between his fingers, on the ashtray next to him.

His eyes are full of emotion you can so clearly see looking right back at you. “I thought you died.” Your voice breaks, as you try to compose yourself, but it’s no use, the tears now falling from your face.

“How could you put yourself in that position? You could’ve died!” You started, moving closer. You can resent me all you want Lieutenant but-“

“I love you.” The world ceases to move. You're stunned, unsure of how to respond. All the words you'd been too afraid to say, all the feelings you'd been too afraid to reveal, are suddenly laid out in front of you. And now, standing before you, is the the man who had been there all along.

You had finally come face to face with the man underneath the mask. “I’ve loved you since the day we met, Y/N. I’ve loved you through every mission, every bullet we’ve dodged.” You forget how to simply breathe. “Everytime you have walked through that door, I have loved you. And I cant stop.”

Without another thought, he takes takes your face in his hands, his bruised knuckles gently on your skin, as you meet his lips. His lips are soft and tender, yet urgent and passionate. It’s a kiss that conveys all the unsaid words and phrases.

As you pull away, he look into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but instead he sees the very same love looking right back.

For a soldier, love is war.

For Simon Riley, love is you.

A/N: Any comments for future fic suggestions?

[gunilslaugh]

Heyy!! Hope you are having a great day 🩷

Can you maybe ot6 hiding your relationship from their members and how they got caught? It can be angsty as well, i love me some good angst 😌

I hope you're having a great day too 💙 I didn't really know how to write this as angst, but I tried my best! Sorry if it's not that good.

All members < ˆ ~ ˆ >

Summary: Xdinary Heroes were hiding your relationship from not only the public, but their members too… their members just caught them.

WC:~2.3k

Warning:a bit of angst

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

It wasn’t Gunil’s initial intention to keep your two’s relationship hidden from his members, but that’s how it turned out. He was going to tell them, but there was this part of him that likes how you were only his. Something that he didn’t have to share. He found a bit of fun in sneaking around with you too. It was a bit like he had a secret life. A secret life where it could just be the both of you together without any other worries. He wasn’t ready to give that up yet, so he decided to hold off from telling his members about your relationship. 

“You’re dating someone!” Jiseok yelled out. He was looking at some of the pictures Gunil had taken of him and he scrolled one photo too far. Revealing a photo of Gunil kissing your cheek while two of you wore matching hoodies.

“What?” The rest of the members called out. All of them were currently in the green room for a music show. Gunil immediately became very flustered and a stuttering mess.

“I- wh- I-it’s.” He lets out a sigh. “Would you believe me if I said they were just a friend?” Although he already knows the answer. By now Jiseok has shown the photo of the two of you together to the rest of the members. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Seungmin asked. He was clearly hurt by Gunil keeping your relationship hidden from them. Gunil looked around at the other members. They looked hurt too and confused as well.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you guys or anything like that. I was going to tell you all,” Gunil defended. 

“When?” Jungsu pressed. He was clearly annoyed and didn’t look like he fully believed Gunil either. Gunil lets out another sigh.

“I don’t know. I just liked that they were only mine. Being with them was like an escape.” Gunil tried to explain.

“It’s not like we would take them from you,” Hyeongjun stated. Guilt starts to build up in Gunil’s chest. He knows that if he just told them that they would have been supportive about it.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was just being selfish,” Gunil apologized. It was all that he could do. Now he has to wait for his members to forgive him.

Jungsu

Jungsu and you were friends. At least that’s what Heroes knew the pair of you as. Jungsu never told them about you and him getting together. He was too scared about how they would react. Jungsu himself thought that this fear was irrational, however his mind resulted to the worst case scenario each time he thought about telling them. That he would tell them, one would accidentally slip to a manager or staff and then the two of you would have to break up. He didn’t want your relationship to come to an end, so he kept silent about your relationship.

“Since when do you call y/n ‘baby’? Did you two start dating or something?” Jooyeon spoke, with the last sentence holding a sarcastic tone. He happened to be peeping at Jungsu’s phone screen, seeing him texting you. It would have been fine if Jungsu just played it off as a joke, but instead all he could do was laugh awkwardly. Making Jooyeon realize that his use of sarcasm wasn’t necessary. 

“You two are actually dating?” he asked in disbelief. He said it so loud the rest of the members in the dorm heard him. 

“Who’s dating?” The members questioned, coming into the room. 

“Y/n and Jungsu,” Jooyeon informed. Disbelief makes its way onto the rest of the members' faces.

“Seriously? Since when?” Seungmin asked.

“...Two months,” Jungsu revealed. His voice was barely higher than a whisper. 

“Two months? Two months and you never told us? Why?” Gunil questions. It was clear by the looks on the members' faces that they felt betrayed by Jungsu not telling them.

“I was scared,” Jungsu admits. 

“Of what? You know we like y/n.” Jooyeon noted.

“That management would find out and make me break up with y/n.” He voiced his concern.

“So you don’t trust us to keep it a secret?” Hyeongjun accused. 

“No, I didn’t say that. It’s just a worst case scenario. That I know is unlikely to happen, but it could and that really scared me,” Jungsu reasoned. The other members understand where Jungsu is coming from, but they still are hurt. They never thought that Jungsu would keep his relationship hidden from them. It will take a bit of time before they’re able to move on from this.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok liked the thrill of being in a secret relationship. The fact that nobody else, besides you, knew. He was having fun sneaking out to go see you in the middle of the night or lying about spending time in a studio when he was really going to hang out with you. He never meant for the secret to go on for this long though. He thought he would enjoy it for a few weeks, a month even, but then come clean and tell his members about his new relationship. However Jiseok just wasn’t ready to reveal his romantic secret. He can’t even think of a good reason for why he doesn’t want to tell his members.

“Didn’t you say you were gonna be at the studio today?” Jungsu prompted. Jiseok begins to slightly panic. 

“Yeah, I was why?” He tried to sound casual. 

“Really cause I went there to see if you wanted to grab dinner, but you weren’t there.” The panic begins to fully set in now. 

“Must’ve been when I stepped out for a moment,” Jiseok’s voice wavered. 

“I thought that too, but then I ran into Gunil and he said that you never came to the studio at all today.” Jiseok knew that he had been caught. Gunil entered the room along with the rest of the members. They had a feeling Jiseok was keeping something from them. It’s not the first time Jiseok wasn’t where he said he was going to be.

 “Yep you were never there,so where were you?” Gunil pressed.

“On a date with my significant other.” Jiseok looked down at his lap, not knowing what else to say. 

“Why did you hide it from us?” Jungsu inquired. 

“I didn’t mean to keep my relationship a secret for this long I swear. It was fun having it be a secret y’know. I liked it. I originally planned on telling you guys about it after a couple of weeks, but I just never felt ready to tell you guys. I don’t even have a reason for why either. All I can say is I’m sorry.” The members weren’t too upset with Jiseok. They did still feel hurt about Jiseok not telling them about his relationship, but they understood that it wasn’t anything personal. He was just having fun with his secret.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin knew that if he ever got into a relationship that he would have to hide it from the public, due to him being an idol, but he didn’t know that he would end up hiding it from his members as well. A lot of dating rumors about idols had been going around recently and seeing all the hate these idols got for mere rumors put Seungmin off to telling anyone about your relationship. It’s not that he thought his members would disprove of him dating, but rather that he thought it would be safer for his members to not know.

“Who’s y/n?” Hyeongjun asked. Seungmin was currently showing Hyeongjun a video on his phone when you just so happened to text him. Seungmin panicked for a moment. 

“Just a friend.” He played off. 

“You save all your friends contacts with hearts after their names?” Hyeongjun arched an eyebrow. The other members happened to catch wind of the conversation taking place between Seungmin and Hyeongjun and made their way over to them.

“They’re my favorite one.” Seungmin tried to pass off, but he knew that he would have to come clean.

“You’re really still not gonna tell us. Seungmin, it's obvious they're not just a friend,” Hyeongjun said. 

“Yeah either you are dating whoever this y/n is or you wish that you were,” Jooyeon stated. 

“I am,” Seungmin came clean. “I’m in a relationship with y/n.” 

“And you didn’t tell us because? I thought we were close man.” The members never thought that Seungmin would keep quiet about being in a relationship. It hurt them. They would tell Seungmin about their crushes, but he failed to mention that not only he had a crush, but was also in a whole relationship. 

“There are a lot of rumors going around about idols being in relationships. They get so much hate just for these rumors. I thought that it would be safer for you guys if you didn’t know, so that if my relationship got out that you guys wouldn’t get unnecessary hate for knowing that I was in a relationship. I don’t really know if that makes complete sense, but I just thought that it would be for the best.” Seungmin explained. The members could see where Seungmin was coming from, but they were still hurt and needed time to forgive him.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeongjun and you were childhood friends. The rest of the Heroes knew all about your guys’ friendship. They thought that it was cute and were glad that Hyeongjun had such an amazing friend like you but his side. What they didn’t know was that you weren’t just his longtime friend. You had become his significant other as well. Hyeongjun didn’t tell them: A) he wasn’t sure how to bring it up and B) he was worried that with more people knowing about your relationship that there would be more chances for someone to slip up and accidentally reveal it. Rationally he knew that his members would keep it a secret, but there mere chance that the two of you being together could be revealed was enough to scare him into keeping quiet.

“I know that you and y/n are really close friends, but isn’t kissing their temple while hugging them like that a bit much?” Jungsu asked. Jungsu was scrolling through the practice videos Hyeongjun had on his phone when he came across the photo of you and Hyeongjun together. The color drains from Hyeongjun’s face. 

“Um…it was just for the photo? Like a joke.” Hyeongjun’s voice was not believable at all. He knew what he was saying held no truth to it anyway. 

“When did you two start dating?” Jungsu asked. 

“Who’s dating?” Jiseok questioned upon entering the room and of course his statement was enough to catch the other members attention as well.

“Y/n and I” Hyeongjun found his voice enough to reveal your twos’ relationship.

“Why would you keep that a secret from us? You know when you first told us about them we thought that you guys were dating anyway,” Jooyeon said. 

“The more people who know the more chances there are of it possibly getting out. It’s not that I don’t trust you guys, but the thought of our relationship getting exposed to the public terrifies me,” Hyeongjun reasoned. 

“Still sounds a bit like you don’t trust us,” Gunil stated. Call it the hard truth Gunil said what the other members were thinking in their minds. Yes, they could see and understand Hyeongjun’s point of view too, but it still hurt that he thought one of them would slip and expose his relationship.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon himself is shocked how he has gone so long without telling the members about his relationship. Being in a secret relationship was a fun game to him. A game that he didn’t want to stop playing anytime soon apparently. Everytime he would go out on a date with you without getting caught filled him with a great sense of accomplishment. He didn’t really think about how he was lying to his members, too busy being blinded by the thrill. Plus sneaking away to see you was also a much needed break from the stress that came with his occupation. He could forget about work while he was with you. He didn’t need to be Jooyeon from Xdinary Heroes, only Jooyeon, your boyfriend. 

“Where have you been?” It was like a scene from a movie. Jooyeon silently crept back inside of his room. Only to be discovered by Seungmin who was waiting there in the dark sitting on a chair. His voice scared the crap out of Jooyeon making him jump.

“I thought that you were sleeping,” Jooyeon siad. 

“I was until I heard what I thought was you going to the bathroom around one am, but you didn’t come back, so I checked the bathroom to see if you somehow fell asleep in there. I only discovered that you weren’t in the dorm,” Seungmin explained. Jooyeon realized that he had been caught. His little secret relationship game was over. 

“I have something to tell you and the other members,” Jooyeon confessed. 

That’s how all the members found themselves gathered in their dorm living room half-asleep and bed headed. 

“I’m in a relationship,” Jooyeon disclosed. The room fell silent. It was broken by Jiseok’s laughter. 

“That’s funny Jooyeon, good one.” Jiseok smacked Jooyeon on the back of his shoulder. 

“I’m serious,” Jooyeon told. It seemed like his members had gone into shock. No one said anything as if they couldn;t process Jooyeon’s words.

“How could you not tell us before?” Gunil was the first to speak and he was clearly hurt. 

“I was having fun with it being a secret. I liked sneaking around. I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without telling you guys honestly,” Jooyeon answered. “I’m sorry if you feel hurt by me not telling you,” he added, but the members did feel hurt and they would need some time.

[carmenized-onions]

okay am i insane, probably, but hear me OUT!! yk i am yelling for that squidink spinoff (LETS GO LESBIANS (bi actually)) but a richip au/spinoff/something??? you cooked a bit - a lot - with that vision. like again HEAR ME OUT. i LIVE for platonic richip, my fave besties!!! but also chip being planned for richie makes so much sense??? and also after his speech to david (blegh) ‘I WOULD BE SO LUCKY’ (he has her number memorized!! her biggest defender!!her guard dog!!) how can they not smooch?? at least in one universe?? and also chip is the best and coolest aunt to eva, so imagine chip as a step mom?? and chip thinking her and richie weren’t friends (/only friends by circumstance) when in fact he was fucking fighting for her the whole time and then years later their friendship evolves into something more??? i love a friends to lovers what can i say, and richip would be PEAK, devour the dynamic in fact.

also for shits and giggles imagine MIKEY’s reaction to canon richip (yes you’re the canon actually😌). like either if mikey is rip, then imagine richip joking about what his reaction would be (which is sweet but sad at the same time) or if he’s alive yay!! then MAN would he have some thoughts!!

(also richip in the mikey era would be so cool to see because being in that era is so interesting but i don’t think there’s any way around what mikey was going through so i can’t really see richip happening organically during that time cause they were both hauling ass to keep mikey alive)

SO I GUESS WHAT IM SAYING IS WE NEED FUCKING RICHIP AS WELL

is this just my sneaky way of making you write more for the bear because we need every pairing cause you’re the best one out there and no one else can compare (in my eyes)??perchance, a smidge

I HONESTLY LOVE TO HEAR THIS HAHA, oops all romance for everyone !!!

RiChip dynamic is so fun to me, I think I've said before but I'm nothing if not a parrot of myself--- they are just so everything to each other, yknow? Like thats my road dog that's my best friend that's my work husband but maybe my real husband but also my cousin but not in a weird way but also my dad but also my estranged other half

yknow?

it's so far away in my brain now, but i remember my whole idea with 'Handyman and Richie' started out not even as her being this integral past but actually just a called in handyman that is really the ONLY ONE that notices how hard richie works, and how much shit he STILL gets despite growing so much; like, the scene from Just Dropped in the parking lot was the FIRST scene i thought of, in this series, but as Richie/Chip's like ooo la la sparks fly i see you omg let's kiss, type beat. when he death grip hugs? that was the smooch moment!

they were gonna be a very messy almost friends with benefits basically (but the benefits are that she can fix his broken shit). they were SO casual by chappell roan core. in the end i am happy where i landed with carmen, but just fun behind the scenes facts, ig

but anyways, i think in CK, because of Richie and also even Syd being my first ideas for a romance, i truly can't help but put a sprinkle of tension in everything. a dash, perhaps. I should make a compilation of Richie Chip moments for myself. I love them dearly.

OH. fun fact, on the topic of the David speech; little piece of CK canon that, i should probably maybe write a blurb for at some point: Richie has her number memorized because she's his emergency contact!

I think initially it was probably Tif, then Mikey, then Donna. And then post Mikey, Tif and Chip, and post BAD NEWS, just Chip.

And a lil extra bit: 100% when he went to jail, he was highly considering calling Chip, but figured, probably NOT the best way to reintroduce himself. ugh. i just think it's a fun parralel to syd, who also called when shit went sideways

i need to stop yapping it's past mid night but truly now i gotta consider the ramifications of mikey's feelings about Chip and Richie. I am so unsure.

I think he'd just be like oh of fucking course. But with his whole shipping of Carmen and Chip, I think he'd be tastefully bitchy about it, honestly. I imagine Mikey'd probably off-handedly mention her fitting Carmen well, and Richie would have to debate either going "haha,,,, yeahh,,,,, for surrreeeeee maannnnn" or telling him TO "LAY AWF THAT'S MY BROAD", those were his playful misogyny days, so. lil bit probably.

anyways. gotta go ruminate on this some more. richie and chip are fun. the man really knows how to express his gratitude for her, and i think that's what gets y'all ABSOLUTE HORN DOGS the most riled up. praise kink?

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 13

GROUP TEXT

Sam is notorious for struggling with modern text language, memes, etc. and is always teased for doing so, but when she misspells a word on the same token, the rest of the Core Four can't let her live it down. (AU: Dead characters are alive)

Primary help from @samcscreams, @dreamersbcll, & @zombiemeadow Other contributing writers: @alkivm & @fantasylandbitch - ty so much for the help!! i couldn't have written it without each of you ♡

Core 4 ❤️‍🔥💪

Sam: Guys, I gotta question.

Mindy: What’s up??

Chad: Shoot

Tara: what is it?????

Sam: What does “IDK, LY,” and “TTYL” mean?

Tara: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Sam: Ok, love you too Tara ❤️ Chad, Mindy, do either of you know??

Mindy: omg 😂

Chad: I don’t know, love you, and talk to you later

Sam: Oh ok. Wow I guess I asked at a bad time. Everyone’s busy haha

Mindy: NO SAM THAT’S WHAT THEY MEAN!!! IDK means “I don’t know”, LY means “love you”, and TTYL is “talk to you later” 🤣🤣🤣

Tara: lmfao DUHHHH

Chad: #sendhelp4sam

Sam: Fuck..

Mindy: Girl keep up!! 

Tara: that’s hard for her bc she wasn’t born in this century. she’s like lowkey a boomer fr

Mindy: Ahhh right

Sam: I’M LITERALLY IN THE SAME GENERATION AS YOU TARA

Tara: ok, boomer

Mindy: just by a year, barely

Chad: wait… Sam are you related to Uncle Sam????

Tara: A DISTANT ANCESTOR?????? o.O

Sam: Are you serious… no, I’m not..

Mindy: OK gotta agree with Boomer Sam here. Just because they have the same name doesn’t mean they’re related, dingus

Sam: Stop.

Tara: lol “boomer sam”

Sam: . . . . .

Chad: 21th century got ur tongue there, old timer?? 😂

Tara: nah her dentures probably fell out

Sam: You don’t need your mouth to fucking text…

Tara: ah my bad, then is it the arthritis?

Mindy: Bet it’s the arthritis 100%

Chad: LMFAOOOO

Sam: That’s not funny.

Tara: NO UR RIGHT IT’S HILARIOUS

Mindy: No, T, don’t shout out her, you know how the ol’ elders feel about loud and obnoxious noises 

Chad: OHHH Sam’s that old fish from that one episode of spongebob that kept yelling “Too loud! Still too loud!” it’s so sam-coded 🫡

Tara: ahahahahaha fr tho!!!!

Sam: No, it’s ducking not.

Sam: *fucking

Chad: Ducking??????? DUCKING???!!!!!

Tara: poor thing hasn’t gotten reading glasses yet. I told u to get some a looooooonnngg time ago Sam! did u seriously forget again?? 

Sam: Give me a break, it was autocorrect…

Mindy: Uh.. of course she did! She probably hasn’t refilled her dementia medication yet smh

Sam: SERIOUSLY??? WOULD YOU GUYS STOP!!

Chad: *WOULD YOU GUYS STOP?! - You forgot the question mark there, senior citizen

Chad: Now, she can’t grammar correctly.. Someone get her Life Alert before she does anything else!!!!! 

Sam: Fuck you.

Chad: Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌

Sam: You’re not even using correct grammar either so stfu.

Tara: oh man, I hope you’re sitting down, Sam. don’t want u getting so worked up that u fall and break a hip.. 🫣

Mindy: emphasized “Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌”

Mindy: replied to “Hey hey easy, I’m just respecting my elders 😌”: Oh my God, THAT’S IT!!!

Mindy named the group chat “Granny Sam’s LifeAlert Team 🚑🏥”

Mindy changed Sam’s contact name to “Granny Sam 🧓”

Mindy changed the group chat photo.

Chad: 👏👏👏

Tara: GRANNY SAM??? I’M DEAD 🤣🤣

Mindy: Yesss! We must protect Granny Sam, she’s quite frail after all 🙏

Tara: true, very true

Granny Sam 🧓: 🖕🖕🖕

Chad: rude.

Mindy: Don’t take it personal. She’s just cranky because she hasn’t had her afternoon nap. Who wants to volunteer to take her to bed???

Tara: nose goes! 🫢

Chad: Not it!!

Granny Sam 🧓: I swear to God if I hear someone outside my door, I’ll fucking show you how to take it personal, starting with you, Tara.

Granny Sam 🧓: How’s THAT for cranky?

Chad: Oooooohhhh she mad now…

Mindy: It’s fine. By the time she would get across the room, she’d probably have to sit down. Bad back and everything yk?? Old people probs 🤷‍♀️

Granny Sam 🧓: Ok, Tara, you can thank Mindy because she just took your place in being the one I beat the shit out of first.

Tara: Thx Mindy, love u 🩷

Mindy: Is that supposed to scare me, grandma?

Granny Sam 🧓: It should.

Granny Sam 🧓: Change my name back. Change the group name back. And change the goddamn picture back!

Mindy: Uhhhh excuse you… magic word???

Granny Sam 🧓: Are you serious?

Mindy: Damn straight.

Granny Sam 🧓: Fine.

Granny Sam 🧓: Please.

Mindy: Nah, I’m good

Granny Sam 🧓: MINDY

Tara: PFFT XD

Chad: I’m finna bet money. Fight! Fight! Fight!

Mindy: Okay, but I hope you have medicaid, Ms. Nancy Loomis II

Granny Sam 🧓: THAT’S IT

Tara: O-O 

Tara: shit just got real

Chad: yep. U shouldn’t have brought her real grandma into it.. It was nice knowing u, Mindy 💀

Tara: rip 🪦💐

Mindy: Okay guys, send help. I actually think she might be coming to kill me…

Tara added Billy to the group.

Tara: BILLY!!! ok u know I would never ask for ur help but… CONTROL UR DAUGHTER SHE’S GONE MAD

Billy: We all go a little mad sometimes.

Chad: Ok, well she’s dead

Mindy: Chef’s kiss perfection tho!! 🤌🤌

Tara: NO SERIOUSLY!!! she’s gonna kill Mindy any minute now. U need to stop her 😳

Billy: I’m guessing Sam’s pissed because of the group name, icon, and… her contact name?

Chad: YES!!!!

Tara: YES AND NOW SHE’S GONNA KILL MINDY PAY ATTENTION AND DO SOMETHING

Billy: Sam, you’re not killing Mindy.

Granny Sam 🧓: You asking me or telling me?

Billy: Good point. I’m TELLING you. You’re NOT KILLING Mindy.

Granny Sam 🧓: Or what?

Billy: Well I’d tell you, but I don’t think you want the other 3 to hear.

Tara: 👀

Chad: 😳

Mindy: ?????

Granny Sam 🧓: ……

Granny Sam 🧓: You’re lucky I love you, Mindy..

Mindy: I know I am 😎

Billy: Good girl.

Granny Sam 🧓: Don’t even start.

Billy: Hey, they called me for you. You’re the one who started shit.

Chad: Hey Billy, if I paid you, would you tell us what you would’ve done??

Tara: O.o

Granny Sam 🧓: Hey Chad, if I paid you, would you shut up?

Chad: nope!

Granny Sam 🧓: Fine. Then Billy, if I paid you, would you get the hell out of here?

Tara: lol

Billy: Sorry Chad, but as tempting as that sounds, no. And Sam, how much are we talking?

Granny Sam 🧓: A dollar.

Billy: No.

Granny Sam 🧓: Get out.

Billy: Someone change everything that was changed back to normal first. If I leave and get dragged back into this, you’re all gonna pay. 😈

Chad: Yes sir! 🫡

Tara: that’s you, Mindy

Mindy named the group chat “Core 4 ❤️‍🔥💪”

Mindy changed Granny Sam 🧓’s contact name to “Sam”

Mindy changed the group chat photo.

Billy left the group.

Sam: Thank you.

Chad: Don’t thank us, thank your dad

Sam: Take the win, Chad.

Chad: 🫡

Mindy: Okay sooooo what was all that about between you and your father, Sam???? He was like gonna.. Punish you or something?

Sam: Or something. I honestly don’t know what he was getting at, but I wasn’t about to let it get far enough to know so… 🤷‍♀️

Tara: OR you’re secretly a “daddy’s girl” and don’t want us to know?????? 🤔

Sam: Tara…

Mindy: Hmm that gives me an idea… 💡

Mindy named the group chat “Princess Loomis 👑🔪”

Mindy changed Sam’s contact name to “Daddy’s Girl”

Daddy’s Girl: FUCK

this was so fun to write holy shit xD but my apologies if anything said by any of the characters offends you.

to all of my mentioned peeps above, i hope i did your ideas justice! ik i didn't do everything, but i had so much fun writing this that i know i will definitely be writing more text chats at some point. i'll get to the others! thank you again and blessings to you all. ☀

All my best! ♡ - parker

[sturniolo-rat]

Too Sweet: Prologue

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

A/N: I did a poll to see if y’all wanted this but I already had it written so it was a trick question 😌😌😌💕

Contains: literally nothing, no smut no fluff just story

TW: alcohol abuse?, drunk driving, existential dread

Matt is an optimistic do gooder on his way to Redwood University to start his masters degree. He’s far from home but he feels like the world is at his fingertips.

Cricket is a high school drop out going nowhere fast. She’s deeply unhappy with her job as a bartender at a tavern frequented by Dungeons and Dragons larpers.

They can’t help but feel drawn to each other, but is he too sweet for her?

This is what they were doing the morning of the day they met.

Y/N’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday. I take a shot of fireball in preparation for my 12 hour shift at The Enchanted Mushroom Tavern and Inn. It is a belief commonly held that taverns and inns only exist in dungeons and dragons. This is false, as all well loved imaginary things come to life with time. That’s a fancy way of saying this place was built for people who LARP and I have to pretend I’m a medieval bar wench.

I squeeze myself into my costume that consists of an off white shirt with puffy off the shoulder sleeves, a mossy green skirt with a tattered and uneven hem, and a brown corset over top that I will note is Elizabethan and not medieval. The woefully inaccurate uniform isn’t the worst part of the job though. While at work my name is no longer Y/N it’s Petronella Epworth the fucking third and I wear the dumbass name tag to prove it.

“Let’s go, Phoebe!” I yell from our living room. I’ve never been a patient woman. Not even when we were kids. We met in kindergarten when she was hesitant going down the big slide at the park and I decided she was taking too long and pushed her. I’m bitch but I’m an insanely efficient, hardworking bitch that gets what she wants.

“Give me a minute!” She’s been working at the Tavern with me for a year and a half, and I’m always 15 minutes early for work. Because we carpool, she is always 15 minutes early for work, which has given her a reputation of reliability that she does not deserve. Phoebe has a few redeeming qualities to make up for her flakiness. When I need her, and she actually shows up, she’s unreasonably nurturing. One time, when I got sick after I dropped out of high school, she played hooky and stayed in my family’s trailer to take care of me. She brought ingredients for homemade soup and blankets. Nice blankets, too, the fleece ones that go on sale around Christmas time. The book she stole from her mother’s collection to read to me was the highlight of my week. It was called “My Alpha Mate.” The main character was an omega, and her love interest was an alpha. I think they were like werewolves or something. It was extremely smutty.

“I’ll just wait in the car, then!” There’s a loud thud as I close the front door. My van is objectively shitty. It’s a 1998 Nissan Quest that I’ve named Ted. I do, however, feel that if you’re 24 and own a van, you ought to be either a mother or a hippie with that cool Volkswagon. My vehicle doesn’t match me at all, but at least he carts around all the shit I own that doesn’t fit in my apartment. While I wait in the driver’s seat, I take a swig from the flask I keep in the car—fireball, of course, always fireball. I take a long look at myself in my rearview mirror and wonder what I’m doing with my life.

Matt’s Pov

It’s 8 am on a Tuesday and the sun is shining down on me through the sunroof of my car. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I already know it’s one of my brothers.

We’re triplets and have never been apart for more than 3 days at a time. When I was getting my bachelors degree they got an apartment two blocks away from my dorm. Chris and Nick never went to college and started a clothing brand called Fresh Love and a chapstick brand called Space Camp. Safe to say my lips are well moisturized. I’m actually wearing gray Fresh Love sweatpants right now. They’re very comfortable and perfect for long drives. I’m embarking on a 10 hour road trip to my new apartment near Redwood University where I will be studying for the next 5 years. My brothers think I’m absolutely insane for moving this far away from home.

“Chris, you know I hate answering the phone while I’m driving.” He does this on purpose to piss me off, but when I get into an accident because he divided my attention, he’s going to be sorry.

“Dude, did you know Red U’s mascot is a booby.”

“Yes, I did.” I most certainly did not know that.

Nick chimes in because, of course, Nick is there too. They’re never far apart. “Okay, but, listen to me when I say this, Matt, it’s a blue-footed booby at Red U.” He puts emphasis on blue and red. “Doesn’t that bother you? It bothers us!”

“Why on earth would that bother me? I’m not going for the sports anyway.” It bothers me a great deal. I can’t believe I have to rep the Redwood blue-footed boobies. This will surely tarnish the Sturniolo family name.

“Shut up!” says Chris. “I know it bothers you, and that’s why you have to turn that car around immediately and come back home.”

“Chrissy, I love you and Nick the most, but I have to go. I’ve got a scholarship and a once-in-a-lifetime internship.” Red U is home to one of the most prestigious research labs in America, and I have an internship there. It’s the whole reason I applied to the university; the scholarship was just an added bonus—the perks of being a straight-A student.

He groans, “I know. We know you’re going to go out and do great things.”

We’re just gonna miss our little Mattmallow,” adds Nick in that weird baby voice people use sometimes. My heart sinks at the use of my childhood nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you guys too.” More than I’ve missed anyone ever.

“Alright, man. I’m gonna leave you alone. I know you hate talking and driving,” Nick says, and I know he’s feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Love you, guys.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

The line goes dead and I know I should feel some sort of sadness but really I just feel loved. I am deeply loved, my future is bright, and I feel like today is an omen.

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[deepestarbiterkid]

4.) Séance session

It's s cold and unforgiving nigth and the moon was full and shiny in the night but this is not just normal night no no no. It's a night when all ghoul and ghost will coming out the grave and haunting everyone and it's a perfect night for Séance session neo for neo trio and they did every oktober night but nothing is work but they don't care if it's working they doing for fun and it's a tradition for them but until one night the Séance session willl be different.

One night the neo trio walking to the same haunted house and they holding all Séance session tools and they talking each other and wondering which ghost they going to summon.

Molly, so trixie🙂 what we going to summon now🫤

Phoenica, and i hope it's not a scary one😰

Trixie, no no no😄 this time we not going to summon a scary one😌 today we going to summon a ghost named lily smökret😀 Lily smökret is a explorer and she love exploring and finding some mythical creature who lived in the earth but one day she saw something interesting of a book of wild north and she reading of a monster named james mckoko and she was fascinated because people on wild north reporting of many people dissapered in the snowstorm and everyone say it's was james mckoko who killed and eat the lost traveler in the snowstorm storm and she was so fascinated that she travelling to a mountain of wild north and it's was a strong snowstorm and the snowstorm came no where until she saw her own eyes. People on wild north was right, james mckoko is real but the problem is he is real and she become a prey to him and then he running to her and james start killing and consuming her and then she killed by the wild north boogeyman😄

Molly, that's sound horrible😰

Phoenica, and sad😢

Trixie, but don't worry😄 we going to summon her so that we can hear her story of adventure or mabye we can send her to heaven if we can help her😁

Molly, that sound pretty good idea😀

Phoenica, I love it😃🤩

Trixie, come on girls😄 we have a ghost who need a help😁

When the neo trio is in the same haunted house thet perparing of séance session so that they going to summon lily smökret and when they are finish of séance session the neo trio sitt in circle and Surrending the table and now they are perparing to summon the ghost of lily smökret and now they talking together to summon the ghost.

The neo trio, we have gather to summon the ghost of lily smökret. We want to summon lily smökret so that we can help her to move on. We want to summon lily smökret to make her suffer to end.

Trixie, LILY SMÖKRET😫 SHOW YOURSELF😫

After trixie yell her name everything goes silence till they laughing so much because it's still not working but they don't care because it's fun to hang out together and everyone laughing together so much but until Phoenica stop laughing and she look shocked.

Phoenica, uhhh molly, trixie😰

Trixie, what😂 huh😧

Phoenica pointing at ouija and when molly and trixie look at ouija they was shocked like phoenica because the planchette start moving and stopping for a letter and trixie was shock that she actually summon lily smökret.

Trixie, quick molly write that down😨 write that down😨

Molly grab her paper and pen inside her bag and start writing quickly till the planchette stop moving.

Trixie, so what does it say���

Molly, it's say😦 give me some booze😐🤨

Phoenica, booze😐

Trixie, booze🤨

Trixie know what booze because them's father have a cabinet with full of booze and he told his children that no one will ever take is booze.

Trixie, wait a min😧 lily never drinking some booze🤨

Phoenica, but If she don't drink some booze😟 what did we summon then😰

Trixie, I don't know but I think we need to leave now😰

But the door close and locking itself and neo trio hear a eerie voice that sound not like lily smökret, It's sound like a ghostly dark voice and he sound very grumpy and thirsty.

Unknown ghost, GiVe Me ThE bOoZe!

Molly, but we can't give you a booze we are a kid😟😰

And when molly say that everything goes shaking like a earthquake and all object start floating around and throwing everything and a one bottle throw at phoenica but molly catch it with her great reflex.

Phoenica, molly😦 you😧

Molly, I know😄 I just train a little😅

But it's still contuning throwing everywhere and and the house start shaking even stronger and neo trio can hear a anger voice.

Unknown ghost, GIVE ME THE BOOZE!!!!!!!

Molly, trixie make it stop😰

Trixie, I CAN'T😰 only a ghost can but he can stop only he want something😰

Molly, he want booze but how do we get some boo-

Phoenica can't take it anymore and she start yell loud.

Phoenica, OKAY WE WILL GIVE THE BOOZE YOU WANT BUT PLEASE JUST STOP ALREADY😫😭

And then everything goes stop and and all object falling down ans everything goes silence.

Trixie, Feenie😦 WHY DID YOU DO THAT😡

Phoenica, I don't😟 it's just😰 i🥺😢

Phoenica start falling apart and start crying and having mental breakdown anf trixie was silence and realize what they did and start regretting what they done.

Trixie, feenie😟 i'm😰 i'm so sorry😞 I didn't mean that😢

Trixie hug phoenica gentle and molly joining to hug them gentlely and they start crying until they hear a hard landing at the table and they look at the table and there a hourtime start flowing down.

Molly, uhhh guys😟

Trixie, I think we need to hurry😰

Molly, why😰

Trixie, because if the hourtime run out we all be haunted forever till we died😰

Phoenica, hunted😟 forever😰

Trixie, yea if you don't get some booze right now😰 we all screwed😰

And after that the neo trio start running and they start searching of a shop that sell some booze before the hourtime running out but they don't know where they can find it.

Molly found one beer in a supermarket and she took one beer and try to leave but she got caught by employer and she use her epithet to dumber the employer and then she escape with the beer.

Phoenica try to sell a whole box with full of whisky but how much money she going to give the cashier refuse to sell a beer for children so phoenica just give up.

Trixie try to stealing father's cabinet with full of booze but them was caught by father and she was in trouble.

The neo trio was about to give up and have no hope until they see a light shining their face and they see nothing but a miracle. There's a alcohol shop with all beer, whisky, booze and every alcohol you can buy it and the neo trio start running to alcohol shop and when they are inside the alcohol shop.

Alcohol shop owner, what do you want kids😒😑

They was just silence and didn't know what should they say until phoenica walk to the alcohol shop owner and she ask to him.

Phoenica, hello my gentleman😄 can I buy your shop and I will sell you one million dollar😊

Alcohol shop owner, ............ deal😐

After that the alcohol shop owner sold is shop for one million dollar but he don't care of if kids get drunk of his alcohol he just go away with all money and molly and trixie was silence while phoenica feel proud of her.

Phoenica, you welcome girls😉

Molly, well that was uhhh😦

Trixie, okay we have no time for think😟 we have all booze we needed so let's go😠

The neo trio grab all box full of beer, whisky and booze and return quickly back to the same haunted and when they are arrived they look terrified because the hourtime is almost run out.

Trixie, quick we must give all alcohol to ghost before it's too late😰

The neo trio start laying all box of alcohol quickly and then they are done they start having goosebumps and they feel someone looking at them behind and when they look at behind there's no one is behind them and when they look at forward they was scared because they see a ghost with black cloak that look like a grim reaper and they was paralyzed of fear and then when the ghost slowing to the box if all alcohol and Suddenly came a thunder from nowhere and everything goes dark in 15 second until everything is back to normal but the ghost and the box are gone and the sun start rising up and the neo trio walking back to home and they all are terrified yet tired.

Trixie, so😟 do you all believe ghost now😰

Molly, I feel i will never sleep again😰😓

Phoenica, me too🥺😢😭

Trixie, same😔

Meanwhile on the top of the tallest building there's a same ghost with black cloak just sitting there and watching the sun shine start rising up of morning and when the ghost with black cloak take the cloak of and it's revealed that it's was B.E: G who haunting neo trio and told them to bring some booze or they will be haunted forever but we wasn't alone because he got helped by epithet who was camouflaged whole time so that he can use his telekinesis to make everyone floating and shaking.

B.E: G, thank for the help epithet😉

Epithet, na😈 i'm just want make everyone traumatized because it's fun😈

B.E: G, so what are you going to do now🤨

Epithet, I going to scare some child and adult for fun so bye😜

Epithet start camouflaging and disappearing and B.E: G was silence in min till he contuning to relaxing of watched sun rise and he open the box and grab some flask with whisky and drinking all of it and throwing the flask out of the building and he contuning drinking it.

B.E: G, man😄 i love séance session prank😁

(The end)

[narhinafan]

Naruto was clueless about love from the start but here boruto knows and understand it because of him surrounded by his family and in terms of shipping he treats sumire diffrently from other girls, like listening to her advice and taking care of her and I think he is scared of being rejected by her as she did to magire(he was shown jealous, angry and worried. Even sumire treating kagura shows boruto face with jealous face👀

In boruto sd which is not cannon hinted boruto being scared of sumire's love confession, saw dream of sumire in a wedding dress, even eats her fallen valentine chocolate from ground which she made for him and imagine nue as her father being angry for marriage permission!

As rocklee spin chibi manga was filled with every moment of narusaku in each chapter, and here borusara got same treatment in boruto sd.

Naruhina parallels minakushi from the start so bsu really parallel nh.

But fr my fav parallel will always be naruto being angry at tobi and when hina ask him que, he answered her smiling and that same happened in boruto manga when momoshiki annoyed boruto after hinata crying for his safety and him angry yelling in front of salad and mitsuki that he hate is life and next moment when he met sumire he's like🤗🙂☺️ to her greetings and even said sorry for making her worry.😌

Boruto is still only 12 though I agree he would have an easier time understanding love then Naruto did since he is surrounded by family and friends, but falling in love would still be a new experience for him and take him time to realise. I agree the way he treats Sumire is different you can tell he is closer with her then any of the other girls.

Nue would like be all for shipping her with Boruto I hope we get to see Nue warming up to him one day.

Liking all the BoruSumi moments and parallels it really needs to happen.

[sapnapmybeloved006]

GETTING DRUNK W THEM? (I LITERALLY LOVE YOU*sorry if it makes you uncomfortable😭🥲*)

That doesn't make me uncomfortable 🤣 I love you too🥰🥰 I also love this idea!

Getting drunk and playing cards against humanity with DTQK + Foolish and Punz!

You guys were throwing your own party at Foolish's house and got wicked drunk :3

Me and the boys had just gotten back from the store, got alcohol and a card game. Karl said he had played it before and that it was fun so we decided to try it out. We hung out by the pool for a while just getting drunk and shooting the shit waiting for it to get a little later, played some never have I ever, truth or dare and shit like that for a while.

"Can we go back inside now it's getting windy." There goes George complaining again 😂.

"Yeah but we're gonna have to dry off and change out of our bathing suits" I replied not wanting to get out yet.

"Noo, Y/N you should stay in yours, you look so sexy like that" I blushed at that, hoping he wouldn't do it again.

"Ew Punz, stop, don't ruin things 🤣" Foolish (being the only sober one) elbowed him and started to get out and grabbed me a towel so hopefully punz would stop being weird.

"Bro why do you always get so fucking weird with Y/N when you're drunk, it always ruins the mood" Sap stood next to dream by the side of the pool.

"Sap it's fine, he's not ruining the mood, but seriously Jake, please stop flirting with me when you're drunk."

"Sorry, you're just pretty" I giggled a bit to myself while drying my self with the towel and wrapping it around me.

"Thanks Noah. You're a life saver 😌"

"No problem Y/N, you can change in my bathroom if you want, little extra privacy. We'll be right in."

"Thanks" I walked inside and grabbed my clothes off of the couch walking to Foolish's room.

I locked his door and then went to the bathroom, also locking that one just in case. I laid out my towel on the side of the tub so it could dry and got changed. I stood there naked for a moment, giving myself extra time to air dry so nothing would stick to me. I slipped on my underwear, sports bra(if you has tibbies)and pants, not bothering to put on a shirt.

I walked downstairs to find the boys, except for Foolish and Sapnap in the living room, they must still be changing. He only has two other bathrooms so it would make sense. I took my seat next to Quackity on the couch and waited for the other two to return. Punz sat in the chair, George Dream and Karl were on the other couch, the ottoman and third seat awaiting the two boys

"Hey Y/N!"

"Hey Q, Karl you remember the rules right?"

"Of course, we each get 7 and someone reads a black card and we each pick a white one. It's pretty easy."

"Well save room for two more, jeez" Sapnap plops down on the ottoman and Foolish walks over and sits with me and Alex, putting me in between them.

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?" Foolish whispered, all concerned. You were confused.

"Uhh, I feel fine why"

"Because when you were walking in the house you seemed really uncomfortable."

"Oh, no it's okay, Jake is just like that, I gotta get used to it I guess"

"Okay, just lemme know"

"I will"

After a few rounds, I was winning with 5 cards. Foolish with 1 Dream with 2 and no one else had any yet. We were playing to 6 so I was getting really close.

"Your turn Dream" Karl handed him the box of black cards to pick from.

"Oh, yeah alright. Umm, oh jeez 'TSA guidelines now prohibit blank in airplanes"

"Oh my god, Noah look" I showed him my card, knowing he would laugh.

"Holy shit, use that one, use that one l😂"

Clay shuffles the cards we each gave him and read them aloud.

"Alright, 'Owning and operating a Chili's franchise' 'Repression' 'Former president George W. Bush' 'Lumberjack fantasies' 'Mike Pence' 'Vomiting seafood and bleeding anally' (we all laughed at that one) and 'Cuddlin' this one's pretty good. I'm gonna have to go with Chili's though, love me some Chili's."

"YES! YES! I WIN! SUCK IT LOSERS! GAME OVER!" I stood up and yelled in victory.

"Yeah, yeah" Sapnap face palmed and they all sighed in artificial annoyance.

"You win every game Y/N, you're to good, you gotta be stopped, you guys are losers haha" Punz teases me as well as his fellow last placer's.

"I had fun tonight guys but I'm ready to go home, Can you bring me?"

"I was planning to anyway, just gonna let them crash on the couch 😂🙄"

"Sweet, lemme grab my towel and my bathing suit real quick, out in my shoes and I'll be out to the car in a minute."

"Sounds like a plan, I'll be waiting, take your time and say your goodbyes."

[baahsu]

omg hi baah itsa me J.J :] anyways WHY is writing like an actual fanfic so HARD?? whenever i do hcs/ficlets shit comes so easy but the second i gotta formulate my word vomit into actual musings?? brain go THUNK. also the fact that i elected to write this from ichijs pov (the. the hardest sib for me to write for.) is NOT helping 😭😭 first 1k is just him being melodramatic and very sad as fuck

anyways i didnt just come into your box to yell-- heres some food. and also my hesitant attempt to see what reiju would be like as anything but a dom bc ive been curious abt it:

so whenever reiju loosens her dominatrix reigns a bit niji brings out a bit of tha whore in her and she loves it :) (but also a situation like this happens SPECIFICALLY and ONLY post wci/germa cover story bc i feel like reiju would soften up on niji and yonji a bit after they showed genuine concern for her when she was in danger during wci and also bc they were literally kidnapped and presumably tortured by the Charlottes in 'emotionless excursion') this is a hill i choose to die on

like theyd just be chillin in bed together doing nothin in particular, vibing in each others presence, and suddenly niji begins running his hand up and down reijus thigh and at first shes like "aw affection attempt how cute :]" but then his hand starts moving more and more inwards and she goes *"ah."*

they dont even have to say anything bc its just an all around safe, chill environment all while nijis hand keeps moving up until it's slipped under reijus dress and underwear (if she was even wearing any underwear in the first place 👁👁)

during all this they fr just stay where they are and continue what theyve been doing this whole time, the only difference being niji now fingering reiju and she just relaxing back into a pillow and sighing happily about it

ofc after she came (niji definitely didnt send out little electric sparks on her clit periodically to make sure she squirted and was overstimulated nooo i dont know what your talking about 🙂🙂) she turned to him and said smthn like

"youre getting tied up for that later."

and niji (with his fingers in his mouth bc. yk 👁) gives a muffled sarcastic reply of "fine, whatever. why dont you invite ichiji and yonji to watch while you're at it."

and reiju just chuckles bc like. thats not really a bad idea :]]

WOWOWO sorry for all the reiju spam recently bc i know you prioritize 1234ji together over her but shes been rotting my brain sm lately its crazy. i love my wif e :,]

J.J HELLO

Don't get me started at how words just stop wording when you try to write fics because that's definitely I thing and it's frustrating. A fic from ichiji's pov tho?? With possibly going through it and feeling feelings??? Yes pls??????

Now, while you're write about me kinda preferring 1234ji together I have to say this dynamic between niji and reiju is so tasty 🤌 I love reiju having a soft spot for him (and yonji too (and also ichiji bc why not lol)) and just letting him touch her as he pleases. It's also endearing how he started slow and soft, like, he was really trying to be a good boy and not rush things

THE BEST PART THO, NIJI USING HIS POWERS??? TO MAKE HER CUM LIKE SHE DESERVES?? WE LOVE A MAN THAT KNOWS HOW TO DO THEIR JOB. Damn I never thought of that but that's a perfect use of his abilities, I can imagine reiju trained him to do just the right amount so he wouldn't overstimulate her, but he felt daring this time and took it up a notch. And you can't convince me he wasn't considering he'd be punished for it later, he knows reiju and knows that her letting loose and relequishing control like this would come with a price later)

And of course he told her to invite ichiji and yonji on purpose too, there's no way he didn't!! He's a whore after all 😌

[izloveshorses]

What about your most recent one?

send me a fic and i'll write up a director's cut commentary for it!

No More Pretend:

this one is sort of a combination of a few ideas and concepts that have been sitting in the back of my notes for a while, but i was never sure where i would put them/when i would get to them. so if it reads like three parts, this is why lol. i have been wanting to write the trio Improving and Performing A Con together for a while, and then i wanted to write a classic traveling sequence bed sharing moment, and i wanted anya and dmitry to bond over some shared trauma while having a little slumber party. it came together somewhat nicely, no?

you just know dimya had to pretend to be married at least once during the traveling sequence. it's too delicious and awkward not to think about. even though they're not as malicious against each other as they were at the start of the show by this point they still haven't quite crossed into the 'friends' threshold yet, so i don't think they would be exactly enthusiastic about the idea. and we don't see enough of vlad and dmitry working together to pull a smaller con. i think they would have, like, preexisting characters they play, depending on who they're trying to trick, and sometimes even have costumes and stuff (think dwight and jim playing brothers on the office to make a sale, for lack of a better example). and while anya doesn't like lying, i think she loves acting, pretending, playing a part. so it's delightful when she gets to exist in that sort of gray area.

i read a book recently where one of the main girls had to pretend she was kidnapped over the phone, and was like sobbing and yelling and stuff, but when she hung up she just wiped her tears away like 😌 and i just knew i had to write anya doing something like that at one point. idk about y'all but the bit where she reveals her 'pregnancy' is so funny to me. everyone is so uncomfortable. at this point in their relationship dimya would definitely be particularly squeamish about the thought of anya carrying his baby, but it was so fun to write, and i think dmitry is like really obviously attracted by her ability to act so well (obvious to us, maybe not to anya lol).

the bit where dmitry gives anya her food belongs to a thread that i ended up not pulling, but i think i was trying to think of excuses for them to go take a walk in the middle of the night, and one of those would've been that dmitry actually was hungry so anya was gonna be like smh let's go find an open kitchen or a bakery somewhere 😤 but this was already getting so long. i do like including dmitry feeding her in a lot of my fics, it's just such a simple and quiet way he can take care of her. and i just think she is so so hungry.

this isn't that important, but i really like the line where anya originally thought dmitry messing with his hair was a vanity thing but she's since learned it's actually just a nervous tick, that never gets old to me. she's just... always watching him 👀

the latter half of this fic was a lot more complicated to write. little confrontations and scuffles are always so hard to write with them, since they both know the other can handle themselves, but i think dmitry is protective of his own, and i think anya has mixed feelings about that whole thing. it's basically like... being vulnerable is just really Really hard lol. physical responses to past trauma are so So embarrassing to have. like, logically you know you're safe, whatever, but you feel all hot and sweaty and itchy and breathing is really hard and your hands are shaking and you just know you look like you're about to crack, and it's embarrassing!! so someone witnessing that as it happens is really uncomfortable!!

anya's trauma is a little more difficult to conceal than his, and i think she would be a little embarrassed to be seen as someone who falls apart so easily, so she's assuming he just sees a mess of a person, since he has witnessed a lot of her little panics and meltdowns by this point. and she really cares about his opinion of her for some reason. so of course she gets defensive and of course she misinterprets his protectiveness/attempt to relate as just a clinical obligation and fascination with a 'crazy' girl, and of course he gets defensive right back. but deep down they're both equals™ on every level and there's this deep respect they have for each other above all else. they're just bad at communicating that lol.

and on top of all of this, they have to share a bed, so they're about as uncomfortable as they can get. but this fic ended up being about sitting in the discomfort a little bit, and that discomfort brings out a vulnerability and sign of trust they probably wouldn't have reached without it. they're ironically the most authentic and honest they've been with each other while lying to strangers for food and shelter lol.

and again, trauma is embarrassing. she's already had to be so vulnerable with him, now she has to force him to witness her nightmares firsthand. it's like... when you're anxious, you build up a little thing in your head until it seems impossible to stop thinking of it that way. and this fic ended up being a little bit about consent and autonomy, too, and i think dmitry feels bad anya was put in this situation to begin with, no matter how dire the circumstances are. idk how y'all feel about them having kids, but i liked how they get to discuss the idea this way, apprehensive yet open for debate at the same time. slumber party talk fr <33

dmitry's confession is sort of the big punch of the whole fic. i had that scene written on a scrap document deep in my fic folder, like, years ago, but i never attached it to anything larger until now. i was nervous about posting this fic because while i've hinted at dmitry having some sexual trauma and a history of prostitution, i've never written him explicitly saying All That before. it's definitely a headcanon i will carry with me to my grave tho 😤 he just has so much Self Loathing already, being objectified and seen as someone only good for his body and nothing else had to have affected him. and of course he tries to downplay it, make it sound not so bad or at least not as bad as what anya has been through, but anya thinks it's important that he understands how similar they really are, how they understand each other, how grateful she is that he shared this with her and he trusts her enough.

i didn't want this whole scene to be super sad and heavy, even with the darker topic, so hopefully it's still sweet enough to swallow. we're trying to set them up to be besties by the time they hit paris, after all <3 and what's an izloveshorses bed sharing fic without some platonic snuggling 😤

overall, this one was fun to write. working on something in canonverse between long au chapters always feels like coming home <3

[whatsupsonnyboy]

burning love. || Joseph Quinn

SUMMARY: You and Joseph were the best friends back into your teen years but… life happens. You go separate ways and happen to bump into each other ten years later. You know nothing about him being Joseph Quinn, he loves it

warnings: smoking, swearing, drinking, a little amount of angst (but its just a little), fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, mentions of dysfunctional families and drug use (it’s just a mention, nothing big) 

wc: 4.6K

a/n: Sooooo, this had been on my mind the moment those new york pics dropped and I really needed to get it out. Probably making a second part for this. // Please, this is my first time posting my writing here, so I beg you to be kind (also English is not my first language so sorry in advance for any typos). I accept any kind of constructive criticism 😌 

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part I | part II

burning love

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Like, you weren’t even 100% sure that it was him but at the same time, there was not a chance that those big brown sparkling eyes could belong to anyone but him. You tried to take another look to the 5 feet something man that had just passed along, too close almost touching your side. That was actually what had made you look, the proximity of his body to yours as he walked across the room to get back to his table. Two pints of beer in his hands.

“Ey, y/n!? Are you even listening?”. Your friend shook her hands in front of you and you immediately apologized. “What’s the matter?” she asked again seeing you were completely distracted.

“You see that guy in the back” your friend took a look in the most noticeably way ever, so you almost hide under the table when he quickly glanced toward your table.

“Oh, I see, he’s hot”.  She laughed. Was he? Oh god… “But looks like he’s already taken hun”.

“Shut up!” you hissed. “That’s not the reason I’m staring… I think I know him”.

“Seriously?” your friend sounded unexplainably enthusiastic about the info. “Why don’t you go and say hi then instead of creeping on him like that”.

“I wasn’t creeping on him…” your friend laughed loudly in disbelief. “Anyways, I’m not even sure if it’s him. It’s been like… dunno, maybe seven or eight years”.

“Go and say hi” she insisted, and you felt like she was the one not listening now. “If it’s not him you just apologize and that’s it”.

You gave it a thought. Maybe you could do that… or maybe you could pretend you have to go the bathroom and casually have a closer look.

“Remember his name?” your friend asked, and you frowned. Of course you remembered.

“Joseph. We used to be close friends back when I lived in Lon…” she didn’t even let you finish when she was yelling his name not one but twice. You immediately tried to disappear behind her, your nerves mixing with shame and an outrageous need to kill her right there and then.

“I’m pretty sure he looked over” she said, no hiding her amusement. “You have to go and say hi”.

“Everyone in this fucking pub looked over” you angrily replied. “This is a nonsense. Common, I need a smoke”.

You stood up quickly from your seat and started walking to the exist without even checking if your friend was following you. You didn’t really care; you just need some air and a cigarette.

The New York cold breeze of October helping you to feel a little relieved. You took out your lighter and a cig from your packet as you walked away a few meters from the entrance. You rested your back against a wall and tried to recover your nerves. You weren’t really angry at her, like… she didn’t know. She had no idea who this guy, if it even was him, was… what he meant to you, or used to mean. Because, if you were honest to yourself, why have you reacted like that? Why did you care that much? Was it the fact that a lot of years had passed and you felt embarrassed by your friend behavior or was it because you were almost certain about him being actually him and the mere thought of it make your stomach flip and your heart skip. Suddenly you were seventeen, laying on the grass of the nearest park to your place while sharing a cig with your best friend as well as your thoughts and some laughs, loud laughs that he loved to provoke with bad jokes and constant banter. God… not in a million years you thought that he could still had that effect on you.

Yet there you were, trying to put yourself together. You remembered the unlit cigarette on your hand and brought it to your mouth. The same breeze you had been grateful about just a few moments ago was now annoying. The damn air was making really difficult to light the cig. Without notice, a hand joined yours to cover the small flame of your lighter and finally you could light your cig. You took a big puff without even thanking nor looking to the person that had helped you.

“This awful air makes you feel defenseless uh”. That accent… the voice. It was him. You didn’t even have to look at him.

You didn’t even try to look cool and even if you had tried, your ridiculous loud caugh would have given you away. Joseph put his free hand on your back as he rubbed in a sweet attempt of helping you as you were choking on your own damn smoke. God you felt like you could die of shame right there.

“Ey, sorry I didn’t pretend to scare you” he apologized as soon as you stopped coughing. That’s when you looked at him. His big sparkling eyes sent shivers along your spine and the way his hand wouldn’t left your back didn’t help with the feeling.

His name was the only thing that left your lips and it did in such a terrible weak whisper that, for a second, you thought he hadn’t got it. His laugh was a clear signal that he had heard you.

“Were you planning on running away or what” he said playfully just after he took a puff from his own cigarette. You were too caught up in the feeling that you just shook your head and then shrug your shoulders. “Gosh, I cannot believe you’re here”.

“What?!” you chuckled “I cannot believe you are here”.

You stared at each other for a second, you felt his soft gaze checking you in disbelief just as you were doing with him. For a moment you considered throwing yourself in his arms, but you had already embarrassed yourself enough for one night. Instead, you had a puff from your almost burn out cig. No chocking this time, thanks god.

“You look… grown up”. It slipped without even thinking and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, you know, years do that to people” he answers with kindness. “I think you had grown up to y/n”.

You laughed together this time, and you moved your head in acceptance.

“But, thankfully” you replied before taking your last puff.

“Seems like life has treated us nice, uh” he took your butt and his and threw them into a near ashtray.

“Yeah” you reply with your softest of the smiles as he came back to your side. “But… sorry to ask, what you doing in The City?”  

“Work” he simply responded, and it made you even more curious.

“Work?” you enquired.

“Yeah, got some meetings and press… but it’s just a couple of days” he said calmly. Maybe even with a bit of dullness.

“Press?” you didn’t want to be annoying but the whole thing was killing you.  

“You seem to be the only human in earth to not know what I do for a living”. He let it out as if he wanted to downplay the thing.

“I’m so confused… what are you talking about?” again, you didn’t want to insist but the intrigue and the mystery didn’t help. You for sure had no idea what he was talking about you almost feel bad.

“Nothing” he smiled tenderly.  “You don’t want to know, trust me” he said laughing and then changed the topic. “Tell me about you. You live here?” He almost sounded demanding, so you decided to drop it.

“I do. Yes.”

“Yeah, that accent speaks for itself” he replied in a New York accent that made the both of you bust into a laugh. It amazed you how that made you feel as if any year had passed.

“Cant’t believe you’re still into that”

“Ey! How am I supposed to stop doing something I’m hella good at”

“Right, sorry. You’re totally right”.

Joseph took out a packet and offered you his last cig. You denied at first because making him run out of them was the last thing you wanted to do.

“We share” he insisted and made you take it. “Like the good old times” he said with a grin as he lit up the cigarette in your mouth. He was so close to your face you could perfectly feel the heat of the air leaving his lungs. You look at him almost astonished, for fucks sakes. It had passed years… what the hell was happening? What the hell was he doing?

“So, what do you do?” he asked when you passed him the cig.

“I’m a doctor” you explained and this time he was the one to almost chock into his own smoke. “Ey, what is it” you whined. But you actually knew.

“Oh, common y/n! A doctor!” he called out still laughing. “You, the number one ‘you only live once’ person I’ve ever met… you know it’s witty”.

“Woah, woah, If my mind doesn’t fail… I’m pretty sure I didn’t take all that shit by my own” you winked and eye to him and if it hadn’t been for the darkness you would have sworn that he blushed in shame.

“Ok, fine… I’ll take my part” he laughed and passed you back the cigarette.

“But as you seem that concerned, I quit the moment I left London”.

“I see… I was the bad influence then” he joked and this time you were the one blushing.

“Shut up” you replied with a grin and he pinched your arm. Damn, he was too touchy. Just the same as he was back in your teen years.

“You smoke though” he pointed out.

“I occasionally do” you defended yourself quickly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve become one of those social smokers” he said in a silly tone. And when you shrugged your shoulders, he laughed again. “At least tell me you’re not a pediatrician or something like that”

“Anesthesiologist” your proudly claimed.

“Woah, that’s mental!” he answered with a half-smile. “It actually suits you”.

You frowned, what does that exactly was supposed to mean. But you couldn’t even ask because you noticed he wasn’t looking at you anymore and he had taken some steps away. He was looking towards the entrance of the pub, the blonde girl that you had seen he was sat back in there waving a hand to him. He raised his hand in a kind of signal that he was going to be back with her in a second. Joseph faced you again.

“I gotta run” he stated and somehow sounded sad. “It was so lovely to see you again, and not to mention how great you seem to be. I’m so glad”. He stepped back into your personal space, but you didn’t really mind.

“Don’t worry, I’m glad too you… are doing whatever you’re doing. You look happy”.

The smirk o his lips turned into a full and big smile as he said goodbye again and touched your arm gently. You watched him walk away as if you were petrified.  Again, that overwhelming feeling taking over your body when he suddenly turned around and run back to you.

“Ey, y/n, got you phone with you?” he talked fast. You search for it with hurry but unexplainably you couldn’t find it. “Doesn’t matter, tell me you number, I’ll write it down”

For a second you feel like your brain didn’t work, was he asking for your phone number? Was he planning on talking again? What was happening.

“Unless you…” you didn’t let him continue. You forced your brain to work despite all the emotional baggage that you were feeling and spill you phone number for him to add it into his contacts. “Banging!” he almost yelled as he waved you goodbye and run back to that blonde girl.

Banging… oh my god, you laughed at his expressions… how British he was. You stayed there for a moment, watching him walk away with that girl you were assuming was his girlfriend and trying to get your head around with everything that had just happened. You had never thought you would run into him again.

If you were honest to yourself, you weren’t even sure why you had grown apart. You remembered that the moment you left the country you tried to keep up with him, as well as with other friends from London, but trying to get into college and working full time didn’t really leave you much time for anything. Maybe it had been an excuse and eventually he stopped making calls and sending messages that were almost always left unread. You were too busy building your new life far away from your past demons that you forgot about him, the only person that had had your back in the most difficult times of your life as a teen. You started to feel really guilty about behaving like and it amazed you how lovely he actually had been to you. You didn’t remember him being the resentful type but…  you didn’t feel like you deserved his sweetness and amiability.

All the thoughts and memories were making you feel kind of anxious and overwhelmed so you slapped your internal self, composed yourself and walked back to the pub where you assumed you friend was waiting, maybe flirting with some stranger just for fun as she used to do. You could go over the whole thing in another moment.

-

You didn’t even know how you had found yourself in that situation. It was so weird, almost absurd you thought sometimes… still you spent almost every free moment you had to talk to him. It had just happened. Call after call you two had turned up developing this nice and lovely dynamic that would hold the both of you into a facetime call for hour sometimes, for less than five minutes others. It depended on how much time either of you got.

Eventually you found out, oh my god… you even feel embarrassed at first. How could you not know? “What kind of cave do you live in” he picked on you when you sent him the magazine cover. You were pretty sure you would never forget the way you felt when you discovered the pictures, and then an article and after that content wouldn’t stop popping up. You thought it was pretty awesome but at the same time it was really weird for you. Sure, he had always been a drama queen, and eccentric and a little bit hectic and if you thought of it a bit, it really made sense all the actor thing, but never in a million years you could’ve imagined him like this. It was big, it was huge. If you were finding it hard to swallow, you just couldn’t even imagine how it was being for him. Although that was the least of your topics, you noticed how comfortable he was chatting about shared old memories, letting him tell you every single detail of his day or just gossiping about some of your hospital coworkers or some random news about a friend in common that your mom shared with you. The both of you enjoyed the dynamic a lot.

On the other hand your mom wouldn’t shut up about it, constantly pointing out how uncanny all of it was and how your behavior was being “totally childish”. It made you regret telling her about him, not that she had leave you another option with her inquisitive questions and her way of cornering you the moment she noticed how “unusually happy and relaxed” you were looking. You didn’t think it was that much… but your best friend also mentioning didn’t help.

You hadn’t even wanted to give it a thought… it didn’t seem necessary, getting to talk to him about whatever any of you feel like in the moment was enough. It seemed to work just fine for Joseph and you so why did you had to question… why did other had to question it. And you were not catching feelings, for sure, you were not. Your heart skipping each time he said “oh boy, how much I’ve missed you” didn’t have anything to do with that. Nor the way his big eyes stared at you with mesmerism when you were telling him about your day. Not even the knot that started to grow in your stomach when you couldn’t reach each other for more than two days in a row. Of course, no. You were just old friends getting to reconnect… to catch up, and it happened to be  extraordinarily easy and comforting.  

However, the day you were looking for flights to London and considering spending Christmas with your family for the first time in almost six years just so you could actually hang up with him since he was going to be there to, was the day you started to think that maybe… just maybe, everything was getting out of hand.

You were about to collapse when your best friend called.

“What’s up? Have you booked your flight already?” she asked.

“I… I’m not sure about it”

“What?!” you heard the confusion in her voice “What you talking about? You were blasting about it yesterday! What do you mean by “I’m not sure about it”” she mocked but you were dead serious.

“I mean… what am I even doing y/bf/n. This is ridiculous. I cannot just fly back to London and stay at my parents’ playing «happy family» and all, and then just go and hang out with Joe like we are two careless teenagers and pretend it’s not nuts”.

“Are you finished?”.

“Take it seriously please”.

“Oh I am… you’re the one panicking over nothing y/n! You need to relax. You’re gonna travel back home for a week, have the nicest of the holidays, take it easy with your dysfunctional family and enjoy your time with this friend of yours. That’s all and it’s gonna be great”. Your friend sounded convincing.

“Looking at it like that it doesn’t sound that bad”

“That’s because it’s not, period”. The both of you laughed. “Relax, book that flight right now, and lets got out for a drink, deal?”.

“Yes mom” you joked but your friend didn’t reply, she had already hanged up.

So, London it was.

-

Joseph was the one waiting at the arrivals at Heathrow, not your mum, or your dad or your older brother. Joe was the one standing still next to an old couple searching for you in the crowded room. You had immediately spotted him as the automatic doors had opened. It amazed how good he looked, how good looking he was in fact. The last time you had seen each other, without considering your quick encounter two months ago, he still wore his glasses time to time, especially during classes, and he wouldn’t shut up about his “brand new smile” since he had just got rid of the brackets. Always goofing around, smoking cheap cigarettes and talking you into skipping Mrs. Davies period. And now… wow, the man he had become. He looked classy in that black large coat, sunglasses on the top of his head, his brown curls slicked back. How could someone look so damn hot by doing the bare minimum.  

The moment he saw you his eyes lighted up and an enormous smile appeared on his face. Your stomach flipped. As you were getting close to each other you were trying to figure out how were you supposed to greet him, but Joe seemed to have it pretty clear because as soon as you were in front of each other, he didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms. You couldn’t help but sigh at the ease feeling that took over you mixed with the essence of his perfume and cigarettes. He held you so tight that you thought for a second that his body would swallow you, not that you minded.

“God, I’m so glad you’re here” he said into your ear.

“I am too” was the only thing that you could said.

After driving you to your parents’ home so you could leave your stuff there, have a quick shower and show how happy and grateful you were to being there with them, Joseph took you out for lunch. He had bombarded you about a place called “The French House” for weeks and now that he had the chance to take you there, you were almost sure you were not going to visit any other restaurant during your stay.

You let him order your food, trusting him completely about how everything in the place was finger licking good. He really emphasized that part and it made you laugh out loud about it. He’d always been a foodie; you could even tell that his love for good food had increased, and it actually amazed you how those little details hadn’t changed at all. For sure he was different from what you remembered, as well as you knew you were different from his memories. But the essence was there. It seemed like he had taken all his best features and made them better if that even made sense.

Het let you finish your meal before asking. You knew he was dying to hear how right he was about the place and the food but you liked playing around.

“Well, it’s not bad… but maybe your irrational love for oysters can’t let you think properly”.

“Oh, common y/n! Don’t be a little liar. You know you enjoyed every piece of that…” he pointed to your empty plate, and you laughed. “You can’t say it wasn’t so fucking good”. He spilled each word slowly, looking at your eyes directly. You didn’t stop laughing, trying to play cool but the truth was that you were internally screaming. What the fuck. Why did he had to be that filthy around food.

“Shut up, oh my god…” you said as you stood up and he followed. “I bet you spend all that nasty amount of money you’re making on super expensive food and fancy restaurants” you teased.

“I do” he admitted with a grin on his face. “And suits. I love posh clothes” he stated and you laughed together.

You made your way out of the restaurant and took your packet out and got two cigs.

“How about we take a walk?” he suggested, and you agree. It wasn’t a really cold afternoon for the time of the year and lucky for you two it was not raining. You lit up your cig and did the same for him. When you got close to him the urge of ending with the few inches that separated your faces was unbearable. You had to recognize that he made you feel extremely needy and his touchiness didn’t help with the feeling either. Each time he touched your back, or your arm, or your hand a shiver would shake you, head to toe. God, he was so handsome and so charming. You were feeling like a dumb teenager with a crush on your best friend.

“Ey, y/n you okay?” he asked when he realized you were not listening to him.  

“Oh, yes… sorry. Gosh I’m so sorry I was not paying attention Joe” you saw in his eyes that he wasn’t mad but you felt terrible, especially because of how attentive he was every time you talk. “I’m so sorry I was just… sorry”.

“It’s fine” he said touching your arm gently, but you looked at him and it didn’t really seem as everything was fine. You were about to ask when he spoke again “Who would have said we will end up like this, uh… specially after everything”.

“What do you mean?” you inquired. “Like, is this that weird for you?”.

“No, no. Don’t panic, okay?” your heart skipped anyway, you didn’t like the turn it was taking. “It’s just… common. When was the last time we actually hanged out together as friends? I’d swear it was 2012 or so…” as he spoke, you stopped walking and so did he.

“What are you trying to say Joseph” he was starting to get on your nerves. “Just say what you want to say and that’s all”.

“I… See, y/n I don’t know, okay? I’m just so confused with everything. I’m not saying I don’t like it, but… oh, please, don’t look at me like that”. You couldn’t understand anything, and your face was probably making it quite clear.

What was happening? You get it, it was weird for you as well but why was he suddenly overthinking about it. You could almost say he was the one panicking as he had said. How the fuck you had gone from laughing about the way he had his oysters just an hour ago to this. To feeling as if he wanted to run away in that instant moment.  

“I… I’m gonna go home, okay?” you simply said. He tried to stop you by grabbing your arm. “Joseph, please” you asked him to let you go. You didn’t want to do this anymore.

“Y/n, look at me, would you?” You slowly faced him until your eyes reached his. “I don’t want this to end I really like this… whatever it is, for fuck sakes I really fucking like you”.

“You…” he didn’t let you speak.

“Let me finish because otherwise I’m not sure I’m gonna have the guts to say it” you realized he was suddenly a nervous wreck so you nodded and he kept going “I like you, okay? I really do and don’t even ask how or anything that tries to find any kind of logic because I’ve already done that and believe me… I wouldn’t be able to give you a decent answer because this feeling is just the most insane I’ve ever experienced” your heart was racing, almost as if it’d scape from your ribcage. “But I love it y/n. I absolutely adore the way you flip my feet over the ground with your laugh and how much you care about me and how can you remind every detail of all the stories I tell you. It drives me crazy”.

“Joe…”

“Please. But I’m scared as fuck” he confessed, and it nearly broke your heart. “I’m fucking scared that you’ll go and break my heart… and I didn’t want to bring all this up because I also didn’t want to ruin everything but I had to because I didn’t really know how much I could hold this…

“Could you, please, shut up and kiss me” you asked in a soft tone, trying to not to go crazy over his confession despite you were backflipping internally.

You didn’t have to ask twice, he pushed you closer and locked your lips together. The kiss was soft, slow, gentle, you weren’t even sure you could call that a kiss.

“Don’t break my heart, please” he said.

You didn’t say a word, instead you went for his lips, they were soft and warm. He pressed your body to his as his lips parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. God, how much you needed this. You could taste your shared breath and felt the urge growing in both of you.

“What if we go to my place and do the rest of the talking” he spoke almost against your mouth. You could only hum since you didn’t want to part away. But you knew it was better to do as he said.

“Okay, sure, let’s go”.

You stare at each other and laugh, you looked at his plumped and pink lips, you were already desperate to kiss them again.

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Movie Night 🔥🌸

Okay, so I decided to participate in this challenge and I hope you all love this. Now, let's go! 😌

This is not edited, so I apologize if it's terrible. It's about to be 5 AM for me, so I'm not gonna bother. 🤣

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+ ONLY

Just crack smut because we all need humor in our lives.

"All right, guys. You all get situated, I'm gonna check on Lily." Leo says as he heads upstairs to his and Lily's apartment suite.

It was a movie night. Usually they would have it at the Lair but, due to the snowstorm, they went with Leo's place instead. The guys made sure their father was okay and had proper heating sources for the harsh weather.

The leader heading towards the master bedroom, he knocked on the door (out of habit) and opened it. His eyes widened then filled with wanderous desire and lust as he took in his wife's form. No matter how many times he saw her, his body would always go up in flames.

Her long white hair stuck to the bottom of her back, clearly finished drying it off as she worked on her arms and breasts.

Oh, he could taste her skin ready.

"Can I help you?" Lily's tone was filled with innocent curiosity, but he knew better than to fall for it. She wasn't as innocent as she made out to be. Used to, yes, but now she's just filled with surprises.

Leonardo chuckled with some sort of mischief as he closed the door behind him. "I think you already know, blossom."

Even with the stoic face, his heterochromatic eyes were gleaming with amusement. Clearly entertained by Leo's confession. "Do I, my dearest? We have guests downstairs. You better behave."

She gasped as Leo took grasp of her; the woman's breasts pushed against his plastron and the man can't help but smirk. "Then you better be quiet."

Raph sighed as he looked towards the ceiling. "Why are they taking so long?"

"Maybe a malfunction?" Donnie concluded as he started typing on his phone, clearly talking to his wife while she traveled to London for business purposes.

"What kind of malfunction? For clothes? This woman is rich beyond belief. I won't be surprised if she has three closets worth." Raph grumbled as he started pacing. When he got older, he used to learn a little bit of patience. But he's starting to be on edge since his wife wasn't next to him.

"Dude, can you hear that?" Mikey said out of nowhere and that's when the brothers kept quiet and listened in. That's when their mouth gaped when they could hear moans from upstairs.

"Well there's your answer, Raph," Donnie whispered as the brothers gathered around each other as smirks were plastered on their faces.

"Man, Leo must be giving it to her good if she's making sounds like that," Mikey snickered as he rubbed his palms together. "You're thinking what I'm thinking, guys?"

Their plan was now set in stone.

Lily couldn't hold it in even if she tried. Her beloved knew her weak points and he took advantage of it. Moans and whatever sounds came out of their throats as she gripped the sheets, her nails digging into them like a vice. His palms held on to her hips, his pelvis working wonders to her and she let out a pleasured wail of ecstasy.

"Thought you're gonna keep quiet?" He teased as his thrusts picked up speed. "You're so beautiful like this, Lily. I could ravish you like this forever if you let me."

Oh, she will definitely let him.

She knew he would take good care of her, and proved to her that he would.

With that, she held onto his shoulders as she could feel the edge of release. "Leo, I'm close!"

"Finish her, Leo!"

Leo all but stopped as he heard Raph yell from downstairs and the laughter that came with it, he knew his brothers heard everything. How could they? His wife was letting everything out and he almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

Her face says it all. She just wants to be buried under the covers.

And an idea but him, but Lily will either love it. Or he was sent to the dog house.

His thrusts continued and she gasped out at the sudden pleasure. "You heard him, little one. Come on, give me an orgasm."

She can't deny him of such a request, not when she was so close to the brink of paradise. Her back arched as she came for him and only him, screaming out his name as her small palms clutched him like her life depends on it. Leo can't help but to stagger as his release washed over him like a hurricane.

She just felt so good.

Oh, how he could just drown in this woman.

Her arms grew weak as she tried to catch her breath and his lips formed a prideful smirk.

"Fatality!" Leo yelled back to Lily's horror and the turtle brothers' laughter was heard soon after.

Oh, she could just kill a man right then and there.

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