#and doesn't he just look like the most handsome guy you've ever seen with those noticeably rotted pieces of flesh over his face? 😍 / j

[mad-hunts]

[thepixelelf]

warnings: coarse language. jihoon is so in love it's probably unhealthy. wc: 1092

love triangle au requests

[who's this guy who's everything I'm not?] There is a universe out there where Lee Jihoon is able to say everything he wants to say, when he wants to say it, and exactly how he wants to say it.

But that universe isn't this one.

No, in this world, Lee Jihoon is standing like an idiot in front of the person he came all this way for, in a city he's never stepped foot before, with his mouth opening and closing like those dogs moviemakers would give peanut butter to to make them look like they're talking.

"Jihoon," you say, blinking as if it'll make the mirage he must be disappear. "Holy-- What are you doing here? When did you..."

From your open doorway, you tilt your head to take in Jihoon's appearance. Sweaty. Floundering, and yet with a determined furrow between his eyebrows.

His passport and boarding pass in hand, and a distinct lack of luggage.

"...Did you just fly in?"

He opens his mouth. Closes it again.

God damn it. He got on a plane for this and his tongue still doesn't work -- the same way it didn't when you asked who left the only valentine on your desk in eighth grade. The same way it didn't when your prom date ditched you for some girl, and you finally told Jihoon after his three weeks of torment that it was a ruse you and your date came up with to get that girl jealous all along. The same way it didn't when you told him you applied to a university in a city he'd never even heard of, and to your surprise but not his own because he knows you're capable of anything, you got in.

Today should be different. He clamours, "I-- I had to..."

"Where's your stuff?" you ask incredulously, but there's always... that behind your words. That which made him feel like he could trust you to watch his intricate sand castle in the playground. That which made him go to you with his first ever song lyrics in middle school, when no one else has ever seen them, ever. That which he feels vibrating in his bones or maybe even deeper because you care. You care when you go, "Do you literally only have the clothes on your back?" Even if it sounds blunt. "I swear you've had those shorts since forever. And-- wait, where are you staying? Have you eaten? You're always stupid about hydration, too."

He wants you to shut up so he can talk. But god, he loves when you tell him you care in the most words possible.

"I gotta put some water in you, hold on--"

You go to back up from the doorway. Jihoon's hand shoots out to grab your wrist before he can think about the fact that now that he has you in his grasp, he definitely has to speak.

Shit.

You process his hand around your wrist slowly, your eyes blinking slowly like a cat before they look up at his face. He loses all thoughts again.

Well, not all. It's more like his brain fills to the brim with how your eyes look when your face is this close, and it literally can't fit anything else, much less what to say next other than wow.

And he probably shouldn't say that.

But what... (the sunlight is hitting your irises so perfectly) ...should he... (even the concern seeping into your expression is cute) ...say...

"Jihoon--?"

Whatever question you're sure to have asked is cut off when a strong hand separates Jihoon's from your arm, and he breaks his gaze away from you to see a handsome but clearly unwelcoming face. The man regards Jihoon with a certain cautiousness as he wedges himself between you and him, almost pushing you back into your home with a protective arm.

"Are you okay?" he asks you, though he doesn't take his wary eyes off Jihoon. "Who's this?"

You seem a little thrown off. "Uhh..."

Jihoon looks this man up and down, taking in his white tank top and the buff, tan arms that it shows off. His cropped hair isn't styled, but somehow it looks good on him anyway. He's tall.

Annoyingly tall, because to see you, Jihoon has to lean to the side rather than just look over Tank Top's shoulder.

"Who's this?" Jihoon asks right back.

You meet his eyes and come back to the here and now. "Right, uh." Poking your finger into the man's stupid naked bicep, you point at him. "This is Mingyu, my--"

Tank Top interrupts you with, "Husband," as soon as you say, "--roommate."

Your pointed hand transforms into a fist, and you punch it into Tank Top Mingyu's arm. "Hey," you say when he recoils, covers the apparently instantly sore spot, and pouts at you. "I'm fine-- He's an old friend."

But Jihoon can't really focus on that. He's too busy processing.

...

...

...

Husband?

"This is Jihoon," your voice says from somewhere far away. "I've probably mentioned him before."

"Oh." Tank Top straightens up, and after faltering for only a second, his eyes brighten like your words flipped a light switch. "That Jihoon?" He turns towards Jihoon. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry! I just thought, I mean, you know..."

This new Mingyu acts like one of those golden retriever boys from the internet.

You love dogs.

Fuck.

Puppy Mingyu holds out his hand to shake.

Jihoon just stares at it. Then looks at you.

"Husband?"

You shove your way back in front of Mr Sunshine and lightly touch Jihoon's arm. He can barely breathe. "No, no, that was just... I mean, well, kind of-- but also not really because, well..." Pausing, you think for a moment and torture Jihoon for one million years. "Okay. We're roommates, but Mingyu started telling people at work that he's married so people would stop hitting on him or trying to set him up with their kids... except that was obviously stupid and now I'm kind of caught up in that lie and occasionally picking him up from company gatherings pretending he's my, uh, 'husband'."

"Oh." Jihoon nods slowly; he's underwater, ears plugged. "Okay."

Mingyu drops his hand after a couple seconds of zero reciprocation. "Haha, uhm, anyways... Did you want to come in?"

"Oh." Jihoon nods again. "Okay."

Your touch on Jihoon's arm becomes a little stronger. "You look a little pale. Come in and let me get you that water, yeah?"

"Oh." Yeah. "Okay."

As Jihoon ambles into your home -- your shared home with some guy who introduced himself as your husband but isn't your husband but chose you to be in his marriage but it's a fake marriage but -- he wants to say the things he's always wanted to say. Fuck, he's been wanting and wanting forever.

But he can't.

Not only because he can't form the words; that's been his problem since the beginning and was supposed to be his last hurdle today.

No.

He can't because your fake husband smiled at you in front of him.

And that smile looked nothing like a lie.

--

part 2 (mingyu's pov)

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒌𝒚𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝒄'𝒔

Warning : you read it pretty well. NSFW. Which means minors do not INTERRACT.

Ft : Rindou, inupi

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙞 :

Perfect boyfriend, right ?

You'll never run out of playlists to listen to with Rindou as boyfriend.

Cold ? He's got about ten hoodies that he likes seeing on you, hanging lose on your thighs, would spray them of his own fragrance after washing them just to know you have his perfume on you wherever you are.

I'm getting at the main point which is...

The jealousy of this man is vice.

As you know, Rindou is a man of few words. Your boyfriend would never tell you straight forward that he is jealous, or have a healthy, honest conversation with you.

He would rather...

Why did he introduced you to Haruchiyo at first ? He should have known that guy would always go out of his ways to make him mad. Just like he was doing now, brushing his lips every now and then against your cheeks as he tells you jokes that Rindou thinks really do not deserve such overdone laughs from you.

The uncomfortable feeling makes his chest tingle, yet Rindou would rather die than admit it to you. But don't you think he would forget, this guy is like a ticking clock, registering every little thing you do for the right time.

In the mean time, you would never get to see Haruchiyo again. Nor any other Tenjiku member.

Rindou really thinks he loves you. Though he still holds that grudge, he can't help but driving you home from school every evening, can't help but think about you randomly during the day, or at night when he's fucking that fist on a pretty nude from you.

But he's registering, and he secretly hoped you would not make any other "mistake", but you do.

You were having so much fun tonight, and if Rindou was anyone else, he would have felt guilty.

But he is Rindou fucking Haitani, and he warned you. These days, Tokyo, at night was not one of the safest places, Kanto Manji was having some troubles with an opponent gang. Would you have been any other girl he dated, he wouldn't have cared. But again, you're so more than that.

He thinks you're so pretty, so eyecatchy. As always, your eyes are the shiniest, and when you spot him from the other end of the club, making his way toward where you're dancing with your friends, they widen the slightest.

He is not the type to embarrass you in front of your friends or anything, believe me.

Close your eyes, imagine this.

The crowd, the dancing bodies, and everything disappears as soon as his lips brush against your cheeks. His blonde locks tickle your neck, and his hands too gently lays on the small of your back. Rindou's fragrance invades your nostrils as much as his deep voice does with your ear.

-" have it your way, love. 'm just gonna sit here and wait for ya. Just be sure you're ready for whatever I got for you. "

Then, just as if it was a dream, his touch flies away, as much as his perfume which lingered a little longer behind him, reminding you just how fucked up you are.

From the other end of the club, your boyfriend looks... Devilishly handsome, first buttons of his white shirt are undone, hair slightly messy, you could almost see his bloodshot eyes from afar watching every move you make. At some point, you're pretty sure you've seen those pretty lips smirk.

This is where I'm getting at, my next main point.

The most important thing I could say as a nsfw fact about Rindou, is his relentless dominance.

He is, the perfect boyfriend from outside. The most protective, caring lover you could ever dream of.

Perfect boyfriend, has his hands around your neck, his tie wrapped tightly around your wrists, that purple gaze usually soft for you looks like it could kill you right now.

-" I'm sorry- Rin', move please, I'm so... So, so fucking sorry, just move " moving your core to chase some friction doesn't even work, he's hell bent on making you cockwarm him all the night, watching you slightly struggling to breath with his hand on your throat.

Usually, he is a man of few words mainly because he is a good listener, especially when you are talking. But tonight, he doesn't even care to hear a word you're saying. He dives deep in the feeling of your pussy wrapped up around him, an expressionless face while he presses kisses on every damn inch of your face and neck.

You both know that these kiss also aren't meant for reassuring, just because he can't seem to get enough of you.

The cold metal of his rings tightens slightly around your throat, having your eyes widening, a groan leaves his mouth so much your doe eyes make his cock throb.

-" Love the way you're taking me. Got me goddamn obsessed. "

Just because you're his own little addiction, just because your walls clench tighter around him at his words, he rolls his hips the slightest bit, making your eyes roll back in your head.

-" You look just as good as a Haitani's wife, laying all pretty under daddy, hugging my dick like my lil pillow princess ".

Because that is what he had wanted to make you, and no matter how independent you are, there is no other way being around Rindou. He lived to mold you into his perfect girl, no way of taking the lead, a simple sharp glance from him makes your heart drop.

Best Tenjiku boyfriend, they say. Yes, he is. So caring, always so much...

And the smirks, small laughs from that pretty face seeing the pain mixing with pleasure on your face are the proof. The perfect, most sadistic boyfriend. Giving a sharp, rough thrust inside you so suddenly that it had you crying his name, balls rubbing against your abused clit.

-" cry all you want " he crooked an eyebrow. "Your screams only got me wanna ruin this pussy. Ain't it the best way to make sure my baby's gonna behave ?"

-" Hm ? Say, love ?"

-" What a man gotta do to protect his best fucking girl, nah ?"

𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 :

What a sweet guy, he is sugar coated, honey dripping.

You two could have met after a kinda hard time of your life, you were lacking a lot of trust in people in general and particularly in men.

But Seishu was so soft with you, so careful and fair-play that you ended up trusting him with your life, going around everywhere calling him your...

Your best friend.

Maybe he hadn't been perfectly fair-play into that last one... But he swears he had wanted to be your best friend, at a time.

It was just about how your hands moved around your face as you talked with excitement, about your teeth flashing and eyes sparkling with every smile you reserved only for him. It was about your scent lingering in his t-shirts after hours of hugging him from behind on night rides on his bike, the scent he never truly wanted to wash.

And soon, he started noticing his eagerness to have his hands lingering on you ( what was honestly foreign for Seishu), began feeling the need to find hidden meanings in the books you recommended him, and being even more protective toward you than usual.

Now Seishu would never disrespect you, or your will. If you wanted him as a best friend, then he would take what you had to give him. He would rather suffer that way than lose you at all, believe me, for someone who experienced loneliness, he would rather not go through your absence.

And so it goes, the play starts, he puts the mask, some make up on the ugly unwanted feelings, carries your shopping bags for you, helps you chose your outfit of the day, listen to all your stories about you how much of a loser your ex was, and kisses your cheek goodbye right before turning his back, dropping the mask, and untying his lacerated heart.

But deep inside, Seishu Inui is not as sugar coated as you think he is. Seishu Inui wished he was as innocent, honest with you as you thought he was, but he was not, and the first time you discovered it was...

-" You're my best friend, Sei. It's pouring outside, no need to argue, no bike. you're staying the night. "

It's too late now, you fell asleep, and he should've known, not even a king size bed could've prevented this from happening.

Your ( his) shirt was riding your hips, the covers sliding lower, the cold weather pushed you closer to his heat radiating body. A sigh escaped your lips, just as a beat escaped from his heart as you trapped his leg between your thighs, unconsciously laying your head on his arm.

Picture this, Seishu's blonde hair sprayed on your pillows, his flushed face, sleepy eyes, not moving an inch, frozen.

Or maybe just an inch, just to get into a more comfortable position-

But the friction his leg brought between your thighs had you knitting your eyebrows, a small gasp leaving your lips, something to awaken few things in Seishu.

As the respectful man he is, Seishu tries pushing your thighs away, but that only adds to that friction. And now he has you in your sleep, unconsciously rubbing yourself against him, he thinks he lost it.

Your t-shirts hangs on your waist now, Seishu hates the way his abdomen contracts seeing your bare lower half. And you're wearing nothing but your cute white panties, thus making him feel every move of your clit against his thigh.

He hates himself, and you would probably hate him too, but he swore he saw your eyelashes fluttering at some time, as you desperately chased more friction, and that convinced him to bounce his thigh harder against your clothed cunt.

-" Fuck... " He swears he's gonna stop, but he freezes the moment he hears a broken whisper.

-" Sei- ?"

Your interrogating eyes feel like a stab in the chest, Seishu would bend the knee, apologize until the end of the world, but-

But it seems your little dry humping made you unleash all of the restraints, you roll on your side and find yourself on top of him, legs on each side of his waist.

Seishu's just so pretty, mouth agape, the blue of his eyes is a meer ring around those pupils dilated from pleasure, you think he's gonna push you away. But some god must have been generous enough to give him that chance, he'd be damned to let it go. His hands find your bare hips.

-" You sure 'bout this ? " He hesitantly whispers, though his dick throbs crazy in his sweatpants, he would never neglect your needs. " Just a word, pretty girl. Just a word and I'm giving you all of my fucking love. "

From now on, Seishu solely believed that good things come to those who wait for it. Since after months and months of running from the shadow of his feelings for you, now his eyes were in bliss, swallowing every inch of you sinking on every inch of his hard cock.

Now now, Inui is a gentleman, a respectful, harmless guy.

But with your walls so tightly wrapped around him, he can't help but buckle his hips harder to meet your thrusts, can't help but grab your tits, kneading the flesh in his hands until he had you crying from pleasure and pain. Yes, Seishu is such a sweet guy, he solely believes this behavior is only what months of frustration have made of him.

And his best friend, Kokonoi had already told you once, though you didn't believed it " Seishu can be blunt sometimes ". Another thing you were yet to discover.

Those pretty lips that usually talked so nicely to you, those words that comforted you through your worst times seemed to get trapped behind the pleasure ravaging his lower half, because-

-" gotta slightest idea what you do to me ?" He thrusts his hips once again, circularly, giving particular attention to your clit. " How many times your slutty little skirts made my cock hard ?"

It drives him crazy, how your eyes widen innocently at his statement, meanwhile your pussy clenches in such a sultry around him. Intoxicating. You never knew you'd like those dirty words from the softest man you've known.

-" Pretty girl got me fucking my fist nearly every night. Shit- can feel you close, you like it dontcha ? My gorgeous baby, that's everything you truly ever wanted, right ? Having me fucking obsessed ? Pushing me to my damn limits ? Uh-"

But Seishu Inui is a dirty talker, behind closed doors, Seishu Inui is a hard groper, a carelessly harsh fucker, a sweet lover. Seishu Inui is the perfect mix.

Does anyone even remember who I am ?

Yeah I'm back, I guess ?

Hi everyone 🫶 Hope y'all doing fine and all, wassup ?

[realisticjojoxreader]

if requests are open….jotaro getting jealous over some guy flirting with y/n🥺🥺

IGNORE THAT THIS IS OVER TWO YEARS LATE.

jotaro x reader (?), kind of an au i guess. he's part 4 age, 1.3k

"Hi, honey," says a voice, clearly directed at you. When you turn around, you see some guy standing there, shooting you a frankly stunning smile. He's not just some guy… he's Some Guy, and when he winks at you, you feel yourself flush despite everything. You're normally less susceptible to flirting from random strangers but holy shit, this guy is cute as hell. What's a person like you to do? Not react? Ridiculous. Perish the thought. "Come here often?" Oof.

Despite never having seen this man before, and despite the completely generic, awful pickup line he just used on you, you decide the guy is worth your time. He's just too damn hot to let go. If you don't shoot your shot, you're going to regret it for the rest of your life. So what if he's kind of an idiot? Look at that jawline! Those curls!

"Hi," you reply shyly, twirling your hair around your finger. If he's allowed to be ridiculously cliche, then you are, too. It's called equality. "I do, actually."

His eyes light up with delight, for some reason, even though your reply was incredibly boring. You guess that makes sense, considering the guy's opener. He's probably just kind of a boring guy. At least he's gorgeous. "Does that mean you can help me out here? I'm kind of lost."

…Lost? How is he lost? This is a boba place. There are menus on every available surface. Ordering boba is really not all that complicated but hey, it's a foot in the door with this sexy, sexy man, so whatever.

In an extraordinary show of patience, you walk Some Guy through every step of ordering bubble tea. He is very hot but he is not very smart.

When he asks you what your favorite flavor is, you smile shyly and tell him your exact order. With a big dumb grin on his face, he turns to the cashier and orders what you helped him decide on, as well as your favorite, confirming your suspicion that he's buying you a drink. (That basically makes this a date, right? Right.) The cashier, clearly thankful that the two of you are finally done holding up the line, rings it up and shoos you both toward the pickup end of the counter.

Over on the pickup side, you damn near have a heart attack. You don't know how you didn't notice it before, but the employee here—who has apparently been here the whole time—is the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life. He is so beautiful he makes Some Guy look like just some guy. (Wait, wait, he gave a name for the order… Daniel? You think it's Daniel. Let's go with Daniel.)

The employee is just kind of standing around, waiting for the drinks to be made. To fill the silence, Daniel chats mindlessly, standing a little closer to you than is probably warranted, but you don't mind.

Handsome Employee, however, looks at Daniel like Daniel killed his fucking family, all narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. You think that if Handsome Employee looked at you like that, you'd pee your pants, but Daniel doesn't even seem to notice it. Hot, dumb, and ballsy, that Daniel. He's like an anime character.

Daniel, all smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side-hug. While this might have been nice earlier, when he was Some Guy, now he's just some guy and you're not really loving him touching you unprompted. Handsome Employee doesn't seem to be loving it, either, which is interesting. He looks… Well, more than pissed, he looks kind of jealous?

There's no way, though, right? He must be seething over something else.

Blithe as anything, his arm tight around you, Daniel looks at Handsome Employee and teases, "Everything good? Y'got a mighty frown."

Somehow, Handsome Employee's expression sours further. He looks like he's trying to blow Daniel up with his mind. "Kinda handsy," he says, voice like gravel. And what else could it possibly be? He's jealous.

But why? Does he… Oh, God, he likes you, doesn't he? This is the best day of your life!

It makes sense, you think. You look unusually adorable today—Daniel approached you, too, remember—and this is your favorite boba place. You're here, like, all the time. It's not unreasonable to think Handsome Employee noticed you! You definitely notice regulars at your job, so why wouldn't he notice his?

His gaze is pure poison. It makes you giddy. You feel stupid with it. You know you should step away from Daniel, should try to clear up the misunderstanding, should flaunt your availability, but… Well, it's kind of nice to be wanted!

As if reading your mind, Daniel pulls you even closer. "This one doesn't seem to mind," he says, jostling you a little.

You blush. You nod. Handsome Employee looks apoplectic. Instead of commenting, though, another employee arrives, two cups in hand. They hand them over to Handsome Employee and quickly turn away, perhaps sensing the rancid vibes. Voice caustic, Handsome Employee holds up your drink and the monstrosity that Daniel ordered and grits out, "Order up."

Neither of you move to grab the drinks.

Handsome Employee's eye twitches. "Order up," he repeats meaningfully, his knuckles whitening around the cups. "Let go of that freak and get your damn drinks."

Wow. It's kind of a wonder the guy hasn't been fired, with customer service like that. Calling Daniel a freak right to his face! You forgive Handsome Employee, of course, because he's so handsome, but still. It's a little rude.

Daniel smiles wide, opens his mouth, but Handsome Employee cuts him off with, "You're not cute, Devin."

Oh. It's Devin. You were close!

"I'm the cutest," says not-Daniel. He looks self-satisfied and punch-drunk. He looks like today is the best day of his life, though you can't fathom why. He's about to lose you to a lowly boba shop employee! "And you're jealous!"

"If you don't come grab these drinks," growls Handsome Employee, his eyes like fire, "I'm going to throw them."

Upon hearing that, you spring into action, because this is your favorite top and you'd really rather it not get covered in milk tea and that toxic slutch Devin ordered. Wiggling out from under Devin's arm, you zip over to the counter, arms outstretched. You only grab yours, though. Devin's on his own.

Instead of just letting you take your drink, though, Handsome Employee grabs your arm and pulls you towards him with a frankly unwarranted amount of force. His skin is so warm it almost burns. He leans forward, and you can't help but lean in, too.

You feel giddy. What's he going to say to you that he couldn't say in front of Devin?

"Touch my boyfriend again," says Handsome Employee, "and you're going home in a body bag. Now get the fuck out of here." And with that, he lets you go. The sudden release sends you flying backwards. You land heavily on your ass, probably bruising your tailbone.

Looming over you with a smarmy grin is Devin. "Thanks for all your help, you were a peach," he says, and he has the gall to fucking wink at you. "It's hard to get Jotaro riled up, you know? So I appreciate your sacrifice." He grabs his drink from his boyfriend, punctures the lid like a pro, then takes a long pull. "Delish! Alright, babe, I'm outta here, I'll see you at home. Byeeee!" Then he's out the door.

A beat of silence. You feel dizzy. You want to cry. "How long are you going to sit on the floor?" Jotaro asks acerbically, and you just can't take it anymore. You fling your drink at him. As if on instinct, he punches it away from him, and it, of course, explodes in a shower of milk tea and tapioca pearls.

Scrambling over the counter, Jotaro is on you in a flash, grabbing you by your collar like a naughty kitten. He drags you out of the door. "Never come back here!" And with that, he tosses you bodily, and you land with a wet splat in a nearby drainage ditch turned canal with the recent rain.

All that and you didn't even get to drink your boba.

[richeeduvie]

could you please write about princesas baby shower (or even a birthday party) and Lalo (or nacho I’m not picky) decides to invite Jesse bc he was the closest friend to princesa in ABQ??? PLZ I BEG 🦶✨✨💕💕😗

"This is...it's a nice place - big, gotta be happy, dude."

Jesse's got his hands in his pockets, or on his head. He's fucking scared shitless. What's he gonna say or do that won't get her fucking...guy off his ass. He doesn't even know why Lalo invited him to her baby shower in the first place, but Jesse wasn't gonna say no. Fuck that, man.

"Thank you for com-"

"You think for someone who only knows one language, you'd be better with words."

Princesa rubs her bump, Jesse tries to smile something normal, but he can feel his eyes...scared shitless. Fuck, why isn't he better with words? But who gives a shit? Why is Lalo jumping on everything he says?

How can Jesse not show she's not terrified to move?

"When's the party coming?"

"This is the party."

Lalo, Jesse, Nacho, and Princesa - the crew around the house. Barn.

"...Oh, okay - private matters. You're uh...sleek with it. Like that."

Lalo stares. Princesa closes her eyes and takes a breath.

"You weren't his partner in English class too. Hm, Princesa? What would that say about you? But ah, the big man might come over. My cousins will stop by. A Salamanca's gotta start off life with presents."

"What about your friends?"

Princesa's half-smile drops. She sniffles and smooths her dress over her bump with a fix of her collar. Lalo keeps his smile straight.

"I didn't mea-"

"No. No - it's just been...I've been so busy that making friends got out of the way. You know I've always been like that."

Jesse nods. He's gonna be agreeable this entire night.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Nacho follows Princesa and shuts his eyes softly. It's like a sigh on it's own.

The three that make up the small, but expensive baby shower are confused all the way down as to why Lalo invited Jesse, because the entire party is just made up of jabs at everything the guy does, says. At best, Jesse's just ignored or cut off when Lalo wants to say something.

"Princesa, come here."

And he can barely get a word in with Princesa before Lalo pulls her away. Sometimes it's to tell her about...something. But the lot of it is just Lalo making it a need to rub her stomach or give her the tenth or fifteenth gift of the day.

Jesse rubs his neck.

"How do you deal with that, man?"

Nacho's finger on the glass stills. He'll have to play to be nice, there's no reason to play it cold. Other than the fact he doesn't want to.

"The way you've been dealing with it."

Princesa's eyes flicker to Nacho and Jesse at the counter. She didn't think to want Jesse at her Baby shower, but she enjoys him here. Even if Lalo doesn't, which is hard for her - because she can tell he doesn't like him and she never wants to be in disagreement with the most handsome man she's ever seen, the man who quietly coos at her belly.

So, she asks a question.

"Can we have him over sometimes? Today was fun."

Lalo slows in his kisses and coos. He looks up and Princesa isn't scared yet, it's very casual.

"You don't want anybody else around the house. Not him, Princesa. I thought to invite the guy cause he was your friend...but I can't have someone who wears those kinds of pants putting things in your head."

Princesa sputters, head down. "But-"

"Don't tell me you'd be proud if Bebito turned out like Jesse Pinkett."

She swallows. She doesn't know the answer, but Princesa isn't gonna figure it out if it'd hurt Jesse.

"Pinkman."

"Uh-huh. But you know."

Princesa blinks. She does, she puts her hand through Lalo's soft, slight curls.

Lalo doesn't miss the head jolt of Jesse when he turns his head. He could roll his damn eyes, but he smiles instead.

"That kid is gonna come out scary as shit."

"Even with her?"

Nacho's not paying attention to his own words, otherwise, he would never have said that. Jesse tries not to turn back to look at her.

"No, whatever - fifty-fifty?"

"...Yeah."

[murdermeadow]

xc2 gender and sexuality hcs because it's hashtag pride month and I've been replaying it

Rex (he/him/any): very bisexual methinks. like obviously there's his wives of whom he loves dearly but there's also his blonde boytoy in the Torture Chamber of whom he also loves dearly. as for gender, I think he's confident in his identity as a man, and isn't afraid to play around with it a bit. for the most part he's pretty masculine, but he doesn't mind if you refer to him in other ways

Pyra (she/her and any fire themed neopronoun): she's like if a girl was soft and malleable. also very bisexual, with an equal preference for any gender. I think she's a girl in the way that you'd describe girlhood to someone who knows nothing about it and they went "oh yeah that's me" if you catch my drift. I can't explain it any better she's just Squishy

Mythra (she/it): bisexual lesbian methinks. has a major preference for women but Rex is that one exception that she's absolutely enamoured with. I think she's also pretty confident in her girlhood, but it's that very sharp and spiky rabid animal girlhood. she won't hesitate to bite you (as I'm typing this I realize her and Pyra are literally that "girlhood is a spectrum" image with the super soft looking bunny and that terrifying rabbit with the wide eyes)

Nia (she/he/they): I don't think she pays a whole ton of attention to specific labels. definitely trans, but I can never decide in which direction. common fanon is mtf but I've always interpreted her moreso as nonbinary, so I'm not sure which one I lean with more. but! transgender regardless! and as for sexuality, she's probably pan. just as long as you're pretty and/or handsome she doesn't really care

Dromarch (he/him): like he said, he's too old for romance. aroace and confidently masculine. his real gender is tiger

Mòrag (she/he): butch lesbian. enough said.

Brighid (they/she): she gives off femme nonbinary lesbian vibes. something about her isn't woman but it isn't man either. I think she likes to get silly with it. definitely enjoys being feminine though (and Mòrag enjoys it too)

Zeke (he/they): genderqueer man methinks. he absolutely loves to get crazy with it. enjoys and wholeheartedly loves his masculinity. he has the vibe of those dudes who put on their girlfriends silly tanktops while they're away or wear the most gorgeous dresses you've ever seen. I also think he's the kinda guy to go "I'm straight, but," all the time while everyone screams at him that he's bisexual. he definitely is, but doesn't want to admit it. for what reason? who knows

Pandoria (she/her and a million neos): I think she'd use incredibly niche labels. like omnisexual and the most hyperspecific xenogender you've ever seen. she probably has a whole stockpile of labels she enjoys that she just plays around with at any given day

Tora (he/she): tbh. I think he gets a little transgenderism. as a treat. I've seen people say that the real reason he dressed up Poppi in so many frilly girly outfits is because he was confusing attraction and personal desire, so what he actually wanted was for himself to wear those outfits. I think as she's grown, especially around so many strong role models who are women, she's come to terms with her femininity and allowed herself to dabble in both worlds. I place a tentative bigender and simultaneous straight/lesbian label on him (moral of the story, he likes girls)

Poppi (she/her and robot themed neos when gear's in the mood): rtf. robot to female. transgender in the convoluted nonhuman way. I think she's definitely on the aroace spectrum but still can still have affinities for anyone. so pansexual

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Hey, Eero. Did you want to dance? I don't see anyone else worth dancing with here."

"Uh, thanks, but I can do better than some consolation dance from a newbie," Eero shot back, still eyeing the newcomer. He was fairly handsome, if you ignored his attitude.

The Arkhelios Academy of Magic's mixer was more of a success than the students had hoped. With new arrivals settling in Arkhelios and signing up for school, Eero and Despina Darktide finally had enough classmates to be picky about their dance partners.

"You are cute though, I guess I could give you another chance."

Eero smiled flirtatiously at the boy in front of him. There were only so many people in Arkhelios and the guy was pretty easy on the eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Malik," the boy replied.

He was casual about his answer and confident in himself, which Eero found irresistible. Too many students here lacked confidence or were just trying to coast through school to get it over with. This Malik guy was different. Eero didn't even know him, but he could feel something different about this guy.

"Well, Malik, let's dance."

"This was such a nice thing to do for your cousin," Theo gushed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and smothering him with kisses. "Aunt Wanda's probably thrilled about the turnout too. Bringing our friends to this lame dance gives your cousins and their classmates a chance to meet cool people."

"That's surprisingly elitist of you, Theo. You're sounding like a Bellamy with that kind of talk. It's not flattering."

Adam detached himself from Theo's grasp and shot his boyfriend a nasty look.

"Just because we go to an expensive school doesn't mean that my cousins are any different than I am. It's not their fault their parents died and my mom can't pay for their tuition for our school."

"Sounding like a Bellamy?" Theo repeated, utterly confused at what prompted the words. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Just your family's attitude. Eero says that Wanda is a tyrant about the Bellamy name and how powerful it is in Arkhelios. Same with your dad. It's no secret that he boasted about his family when he went to school in Pleasantview. People remember things like that. Plus those kids over there haven't shut up about the Bellamy family since we got here. It's getting annoying."

"Kids?" Theo turned around, looking for the alleged kids, but only saw the familiar faces they'd brought from their own school. There was no one else that he recognized as Bellamys. "I don't know who you're talking about and Wanda's always like that. You've seen the mausoleum she built for our family, right? The thing that blocks most of the sunlight from my parents' lawn? I don't sound anything like Wanda. If you don't like my family, Adam, then I don't have to be here. It's not like your family is any better. At least mine hasn't dragged you in for a formal confrontation about joining bloodlines."

"Theo, that's not what I meant! I just wanted you to be nicer to my cousins. They're more sensitive about things than they sometimes show to people. All everyone talks about here is how great the Bellamys are and it's not fair. They don't have anyone else here."

"And that's my fault, how exactly?"

Bronwen watched Theo argue with his boyfriend with interest. Those two hardly ever fought, at least not in public. The party was too loud to hear what they were arguing over, but it was intense enough for Theo to storm off.

"Theo! Over here! Do you want to dance?" she called, but received no reply. Theo simply kept walking, completely unaware of his friend's offer.

"Theo! You came."

Despina waved at her cousin's boyfriend like he was the only person in the room. Theo shot an annoyed look in Adam's direction and headed over to talk to one of the cousins they'd been fighting over.

"Excuse me," she said, quickly brushing across the crowded room to greet the demon hybrid. "I didn't think you'd actually come. I appreciate it."

Theo shrugged, suddenly wary of Despina's interest in him. Clearly this invitation had been given with some kind of agenda, but he was determined to be as supportive as he could just to show Adam how wrong he was.

"It was Adam's idea," he replied cautiously. "I'm just his date. It's quite a party, you've got here."

"You don't have to lie to me, I know it's nothing like your school's parties. Wanda tries her best, but building a reputation takes time and probably more money than she has access to. We don't have a lot left over for parties. Eero's happy here, I think," Despina sighed. "He probably the only person who loves the weather in Arkhelios. He says it reminds him of Strangetown."

She paused for a moment, trying to choose her next words carefully.

"Look Theo, I'm miserable here. I know my aunt is doing her best for us, but her best isn't fair. Why do her kids get to go to the best schools in the area, while Eero and I have to stay here, far away from her sight? I know she hates my parents, but she can't be mad at us for being their kids. I never asked to be born into this messed up family and I know I can do better given the right resources. Can you please help me get into your school? Maybe I could get sponsored by someone so my aunt doesn't have to worry about the tuition either. Please. You don't know what it's like to have a dream of doing better, only to be stuck in the middle of nowhere. I know I can pass the entrance exam. I can do the work if I get the chance."

"I know all about being stuck here," Theo replied sympathetically. "I didn't think I'd ever get out of Arkhelios and learn real magic when I was younger, but I was lucky. My parents and grandma pay for my schooling even though it costs them a lot of money, probably more than they're comfortable with. I can try to see if there are scholarships or something, but there weren't any when I applied. Sorry."

Despina nodded, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Of course, that would be amazing if you could. Excuse me, I'm going to grab some more punch."

The girl walked dejectedly towards the refreshments and Theo felt terribly for her. He did know what it was like for money to stand in the way of one's dreams. What would his life be without his education? He'd probably be dead and he'd definitely not have Adam in his life. He was a completely different person with extremely different prospects in this reality than any other reality where he stayed enrolled in Arkhelios.

Well this was just the opportunity to prove to Adam that he was wrong about Theo's perceived family entitlement. Despina had come to him, a fellow scholarship student without the means to pay for his education, and not Adam, who was born into a rich, powerful family. Adam could talk all about these so called Bellamys at the party until the end of time; Adam's own cousin had turned to him for help. Now that he had proof that Adam's worries about his cousins feeling offended was completely unfounded, Theo practically skipped back to Adam's side so that he could gloat about winning their argument.

[laiwater]

current white men i, as an aspec woc, am currently attracted to.

Firstly, I would like to preface this post by apologizing to myself and my online persona that this is the very first post I am making (though I am no stranger to Tumblr) and will definitely be looking back and cringing. But, I digress, this is purely for personal enjoyment and the fact that I love anonymity.

Second, there is no particular order in which I rank these men, I just enjoy them and their existence and their creations. So, I guess that's how this list came to be.

Now. On to the white men!

Number one, the one and only, Matthew Gray Gubler. Not sure how this obsession spiraled, but I'm positive that it started with an edit of Spencer Reid on TikTok.

He is both a blessing and curse to my existence. I get a visceral reaction when I see him on screen as he spews out his little factoids. I also feel very ashamed and embarrassed as I watch, to completion, a thirst edit of him and all I can is a black screen with my stupid smile reflected back at me. I feel crazy.

It has come to a point where I started watching other things he stars in. (Yes, thirst watches. I am devolving.) Today, I watched The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou, which was very entertaining even without Mr. Gubler. Yesterday, it was Suburban Gothic and that one 15 minute bowling mocumentary where he humps the air. Tomorrow? Who knows. Maybe Horse Girl. Side note: I love Alison Brie.

To wrap up my blurb on Matthew Gray Gubler, I want to say 2 things. I love him as a creator and creative. He is the epitome of silly, which is something I think everyone can be just a little bit more, and he most definitely is Tumblr if Tumblr was a person. His history with art and creating is really intriguing and something I look up to! He models, acts, directs, writes, draws, and more. I just love creative people.

Next white man is Irish, has long beautiful locks, and is gigantimasaurus: Andrew John Hozier-Byrne! Professionally known as Hozier!

Unreal Unearth is actually the very first Hozier drop that I got to experience as a new-ish fan of his work. I love everything he creates; his lyrics, voice, sound has so much emotion and power. I was literally in the shower singing out Francesca as the water beat down my back.

My love for Hozier doesn't just stem from his music but also the content of his music, where he draws inspiration from, and how he's literally just some dude. Cue his handsome Squidward story and the one where he was cursing out some badgers.

The best way to describe the content of his music, in my opinion, is yearning for various releases in terms of love, hope, despair, a better understanding etc. He writes so well, and his feelings can be viscerally felt through paper and sound. He always sounds like he's on the edge of something, always anticipating a moment.

Last one, because everything comes in threes, is Thomas Straker, which is the "all things butter" guy, in case you didn't know. VERY random, I think, but I also don't think so.

Love, love, love a man that can cook. Even more so when he is nice to look at, and doesn't desecrate the food he makes (if you've seen those gross cooking TikToks where they completely violate their ingredients, you'd understand.)

Personally, I've been obsessed with this man ever since his butter series because 1) his voice is really really smooth, 2) he unapologetically loves food. Him creating these recipes and watching him eat his own dishes like they're the best thing to exist is elation.

Not sure if I'm starting to sound weird, but I think it's the same way people feel about Carmy from The Bear. Also, I cook. And it's just attractive how he cooks and enjoys cooking despite his comments telling him he uses too much butter - which is ridiculous because butter is what makes so many foods taste rich and good. Literally go shadow Gordon Ramsey as he makes a steak.

Anyways, that's it. That's the post. My laptop is about to die because I decided to write this in one sitting instead of packing because I'm leaving for school in two days. Crazy.

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

This got too long for tags:

I feel like the perfect balance for me is Clark Kent who is not quite a DILF yet but EVERYONE knows he will be one day, have you seen his shoulders, hello.

Because Clark is big and broad and nervous- he never seems quite sure what to do with his hands- but he is the single kindest and most endlessly patient person in the WORLD. You're a minimum wage barista having a shitty fucking day and you make him a matcha latte but he didn't order a matcha latte and it's rush hour and you're like 'oh fuck I'm sorry' and this big handsome guy with the most distractingly blue eyes you've ever seen says 'oh gosh you don't have anything to apologize for! You made it perfectly' and he sounds??? Impressed??? By this???

You are a minimum wage barista and you are so accustomed to Karens and soccer moms that this doesn't compute. 'It's not. What you ordered.'

'Nope!' He says, but he sounds almost. Cheerful. What. 'But you didn't make the drink wrong. You made it perfectly even though I reckon you haven't had a good day. I can't even manage pancakes for one when I've had a bad day but you're making perfect drinks by the dozen even though you're having a bad day.'

And he just keeps being big and warm and KIND, and he talks about your barista skills like they're something you worked hard at. Like they're something to be proud of, because you worked for them, and they're skills you learned, and those skills are valuable.

I feel like a well written Clark Kent keeps his job at the Planet despite identity shenanigans and having such profound anxious freshman energy because he has this specific gift for dusting off what society undervalues and making it sparkle. He talks about shards of glass like they're five carat diamonds and he looks at every undervalued job position like it's something essential and it matters. Clark talks about retail like it's a job anyone would be proud to have, like that's the most natural assumption in the world. They've got to balance working under orders from people who don't put their feet on the ground very much with ethics and common sense, and that's a difficult balancing act all on it's own but then you've got those disrespectful clients on top of it- and by the time the conversation is over you leave with the impression that retail workers are essential, respectable people who keep being disrespected by society. You're indignant at how little they're paid! Why there ought to be a retail worker appreciation week, goodness knows they deserve it!

Clark looks at people who are undervalued or who don't fit the norm and all he sees are people. Not weird people, not scary people, not disgusting people- just people. He crouches in a filthy parking garage to interview an addict with more respect than he interviews CEOs, and she says 'you'll get your clothes dirty' and this soft man with his soft smile gives a soft, clear laugh, and just says he grew up on a farm, ma'am, he's certainly had worse. He spends fifteen minutes chatting with her about bread prices once he finds out she used to be an econ major, and he buys lunch just so they can keep talking about bread prices, and he thinks she's brilliant. Her mom called her stupid for switching out of law, but Clark says it'd be a crime if she wasted all her intelligence on something she hated, and she keeps waiting for him to add something about her wasting it on drugs but he doesn't. He gives her a card for a rehab center he likes, because the staff always treat everyone there with proper respect, so she's got the option if she ever thinks she needs it. But he says it like he just... trusts her judgement, on whether or not she needs it. She asks. He shrugs and says obviously she'll know better than he would. It's her life. She's the expert on it.

(She will meet Lois Lane a few days later and find out that Clark interviewed her with more respect than he gave the mayor.)

So Bruce is stuck with an interview for the Daily Planet. He had to give AN interview. They were the least shitty option. Lois Lane is competent and to the point and disinclined to ask off topic personal questions just to get a rise out of him. Cat Grant might ask personal questions, but she will do so respectfully and she never presses for answers he doesn't want to give. Neither have ever brought up his parents. He'd be lying if he said he enjoyed it or even if he said he didn't dislike it. But he doesn't actually hate it. That's more than he can say for pretty much anyone else.

He has prepared for one of these two options, because they are the least horrible two options.

Perry, however, is actually good at his job even if he's a bitch to work with, and so Bruce Wayne is on the Daily Planet's list of 'nervous dog protocol' people. Nervous dog protocol is simple but extremely effective: they send in Clark, and tell him he can derail the initial assignment if he really feels it's necessary, as long as he comes back with any old something they can publish.

Bruce has braced for Lois or Cat. Bruce gets a hunk shaped teddy bear of a man with distractingly blue eyes and a soft smile that lives rent free on his face. The man introduces himself as Clark. He has a bag. Bruce asks about the bag. Bruce is treated to a story about Clark's first interview with a psych patient who introduced him to fidget widgets and how he carries them everywhere now and gosh they just make life so much easier and he talks about variety and the best types of each with the enthusiasm of a child hyped up on cool toys high and the perception of a reporter who's noticed that they make a lot of people's lives easier.

He gets a few of them out of the bag totally unprompted, delighted to show off a small selection. Bruce is not sure exactly when or how he got talked into keeping one but there is a galaxy printed fidget cube in his hands. With mildly hypnotic repetitive motion to focus on his brain actually calms down a little bit. It helps immensely that Clark isn't super big on eye contact? He's always studying his notes or looking out the window at the Gotham skyline.

(He calls Gotham beautiful. Bruce has heard many adjectives used on his city, but he has never before heard such genuine admiration, and he has never before heard "beautiful").

Clark, for his part, notices Mr Wayne isn't big on eye contact and adjusts accordingly because staring holes in the guy's head would just be rude.

And Bruce waits for the act to drop, for the interrogation or for the specific glance that means 'that's weird but he's rich so I won't comment'. It never comes. Clark things it's a darn shame Bruce has never had fifty cent pizza because it's a right of passage. He doesn't stare and he doesn't pry and he doesn't spring ant last minute questions. Bruce rambles about cars for a while and Clark ends up genuinely interested and asking him thoughtful and truly intelligent questions.

Bruce goes home. The fidget cube is still in his hands because he tried to give it back and Clark had gone 'oh gosh did you not like it was it a weird texture-' and Bruce had to backpedal because no he did genuinely like the fidget cube and then Clark had smiled it and it lit up his whole face and his eyes were really quite blue and Bruce gave up trying to Words.

Superman's eyes are distractingly blue. He thinks Batman is brave and very clever. Bruce puts two and two together in five minutes and it would've taken him two if he hadn't said yes to working together and Clark hadn't smiled so goddamn brightly in response.

If Battinson gets a Superman, it better be the DILFIEST, cutest, sunbeam and honey apple smiling motherfucker on planet earth. I want salt in his temples and laugh lines and crows feet and tough hands, calloused and beat by labor. I want Battinson cherry red whenever Clark interviews him, words loose and clumsy, terrified of sounding as dumb as the papers say he is, but Clark goes " Oh, honey" and he MELTS.

[shadysidcrs]

your muse attempts to shove away mine || rough touch || @lndenmeres

it's been a while since you've seen someone this young and handsome. ever since doctor joshua left you at the altar your life has been nothing but shame. yeah, he and that fiancee of his tried to change schmigadoon. but the place has been like that for as long as you can remember, and longer. what were they expecting?

a little song and dance, a little true love, a little feminism lite and women are free to do all that a man can?

you tried the danny bailey lifestyle for a while, but you couldn't bear the way your father looked at you. you couldn't stand not being his favorite anymore. he had six more daughters to choose from, after all.

now here you are, in a world where everyone is grey and boring and not a single person will harmonize with you. it's exciting.

he is handsome, even with those tired eyes he's handsomer than all the other guys who come to the diner on the daily. a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. you've seen him covered in grease more often than not, so you took a loosely calculated risk and pulled something from your car's engine. wish you knew what, because now you're genuinely stranded unless you're right and pretty boy truly is a mechanic.

which you're not sure about yet, because so far all the two of you have done is sit inside the car and chat. you don't get most of what he's saying, you're too busy trying to bring his attention down to you very exposed chest (exposed in a modest way, of course), running your fingers along his arm, batting your eyelashes at him.

for someone talking so smart he seems to be very dumb when it comes to your cues. you laugh at something he said, though you're not sure it was funny at all, and you use this opportunity to lean forward.

your lips meet his and it's... well, it's good. but you've noticed everything outside of schmigadoon is duller. you don't feel the fireworks or hear the bells. but it's good.

the kiss doesn't last very long, he puts both his hands on your shoulders and pushes, not hard but firm. you're laughing as he pushes and you go in for a second kiss. he's probably just shy.

"what? it's not like my daddy's gonna chase you with his gun! well... not anymore. think he gave up on me a long time ago."

[love-toxin]

For the Halloween sentence starters could you do :

“What are you dressed as?” With billy please?

He’s pretty n I like to look at himmmm

ellie's halloween sentence starters!

x. "What are you dressed as?"

(cws: fake blood, teasing, alcohol, mostly flirting, a little neurodivergent reader for ya)

"So,"

The guy you've been sharing looks with for an hour has finally strolled on over, the party nothing but background noise as he leans over you and speaks softly. Being tall, handsome, and shredded--as you can see by the open leather jacket he's got on--was enough to catch your attention. But when he speaks, his charm is what inclines you to hang on his every word.

"What are you dressed as?"

He raises a brow, thumbing the thin strap of the white gown you've got on. The dress isn't really what most people have been eyeing with your costume--it's mostly the fake blood that you're drenched in, from your hair down your face to stain the long fabric that swishes about your feet.

"Carrie." Usually it's an easy guess, but you're not a perfect match, and you've seen a few other partygoers come and go all done up in blood like you. Most of them are Jasons and Michael Myers, though, to be fair.

"You're cute." He grins, his fingers drifting downwards until he lets his hand fall away. "I'm Billy."

It's your turn to quirk a brow, and your smirk seems to puzzle him for a moment, until you have the grace to fill him in to what he's missing.

"Stephen King Carrie. Not my name--but thanks." You don't want to make fun of him or make him feel like you are, but his little 'oh' of realization makes you giggle, and it only takes him snickering at his own ridicule for any tension to dissolve and your shared laughter to resonate off the party's energy. Having surveyed him for a while over the lip of your solo cup, you'd expected a brash guy like himself, who seems intent and happy on showing off, to roll his eyes and move along with his plan of getting into your pants. But Billy doesn't seem that way, and hey, you like a guy who's modest enough to laugh at himself. "Who are you? Guy-with-his-chest-out?"

Billy laughs out loud at that, and yet he seems not to draw any more attention to himself than he already has. As he does so, he reaches out to flick up the collar of his jacket, and leans on the wall you've got your back to to hover over you.

"Ever seen Lost Boys?"

"Course I have!" Vampires and bloody biker gangs. To say that's not something that piques your interest would be a big, fat lie. "Lemme guess! You're...."

You let your eyes drop to his belt but no further, roam up his chest, and back up to his eyes that haven't left you, his gaze fixated somewhere just below your nose--but when you catch a glimpse of those curly locks tucked over his shoulder, it all comes together and you snap your fingers in thought. "Paul!"

"Got me." Billy winks at you, unmoving and undisturbed as a couple people shuffle by him and you. The music has swelled and fallen to a soft hubbub of guitar from the host's stereo, which makes all the chatter, laughing, and cheering throughout the house sound that much louder in comparison. "Smart cookie. You know your stuff, huh?"

You just shrug, but the grin playing on your lips is unmistakable. You've been enjoying the game of watching and listening to the crowd rather than joining in, aside from a drink or two, but with a little liquid courage in your system and an hour of speaking very little, it's much more fun to entertain the likes of Billy with his pretty blue eyes and smooth, deep voice.

"So, Carrie--who's she? Prom queen by day, butcher by night?"

"You've never seen the movie?" You stand agape, half mocking shock and half real shock. You're struck practically speechless when he shakes his head, and informs you that he's never seen it nor read it. "Dude, you gotta get your life together! It's like--it's just--it's fuckin' awesome!"

Whoa, now you've really gotta pump the brakes. You're doing that thing again where you lose your shit the second someone mentions something you really like--you've nearly crushed the plastic cup in your hand and you're practically vibrating with excitement, plus you know those last few words came out way louder than intended. A couple heads turning to look your way is all it takes to give you that feeling of wanting to curl back into yourself, but it's so hard to help it. You just love horror so much, but it hadn't occurred to you that maybe your obsession is just a bit too weird for the people here.

"Fuckin' awesome, huh?" His tone is teasing, but not on the border of mockery or even close to it. He seems immune to your discomfort at first glance, but the way he moves a little closer, like he's subconsciously trying to shield you, might say otherwise. "What, you gonna leave me hanging? Tell me about it."

Oh. Your chest's tightening up, and your heart is knocking around inside it like a bouncy ball on linoleum. He's got no idea what he's just asked. Don't be too much. "Oh...it's, uh, it's okay. You don't have to, uh...w-we can talk about something else-"

"I wanna hear it." He interrupts, a smile working its way back across his face, and he leans in a little closer. "We can talk somewhere quiet. Get away from the crowd."

'Get away.' Code word for something else, you've been led to believe--this isn't your first party, and Billy isn't the first guy to come flirt with you. But you're not all that bothered, in fact....chatting a little bit about your favourite movies and getting some action with him doesn't sound like a bad deal. Cute, polite, and a little cheeky. Could definitely be worse, although you're not sure how long he'll be able to sit and listen to you talk when he's clearly got something more on his mind.

"I...yeah, that sounds fun. Uh, if I talk too much, you can stop me."

"I like listening to you. You've got a pretty voice." He's rubbing your arm, but keeping his hand level, keeping it away from anywhere else. Before he touched you, you had no idea how cold you were--and now that he is, you're shocked at how warm he is. "So I don't think it'll be a problem, sweetheart."

He whispers that into your ear, a strand of your blood-soaked hair caught in his fingers but not by accident. He pulls it back gently, tucks it out of the way of your face--and leaning in further, you suck in a breath so softly when he kisses you just below your ear. It's a soft spot nobody knows about, not that you ever realized it yourself....not until it's Billy that's teasing it with his teeth, and soothing the tender flesh with a flick of his tongue. All that escapes you is a soft hum, on the brink of a moan, but you manage to keep it in and keep it down to hold some modicum of decency.

"C'mon, Carrie," He draws his hand down the length of your arm, until he captures your wrist and delicately squeezes it while pulling you off the wall. Odds are you won't even notice the mark he left until tomorrow morning, when you're readying yourself in the mirror and gently prodding it with shaky fingers. "Let's go find somewhere to get to know each other."

[buckys-black-dress]

feel it, too.

a/n: hey guys. i know i haven't been the most active in my writing as of late, and honestly i still love writing, i just haven't had the time for it. between school and work, my days are full. i want to continue, so i won't be going anywhere. i still love every single person who reads my writing, so if you're here, thank you! xoxo, ali.

wc: 3.6k

[ college au ]

[ fwb!bucky x fem!fwb!reader ]

warnings: 18+, sexual acts, mutual pining, emotions

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You wonder.

You wonder, in the late hours of the night.

You wonder if you're the only one that feels it.

Feel the immediate churning of your stomach, but in a good way. The heart leaping, attempting to escape from your chest.

You wonder if he feels it all the same, the way you do when you see him.

You doubt it. You doubt that he thinks that you're the most beautiful, or the most special person in the room when you walk in. And you wish you could tell him. You wish you had the courage to admit that you feel more with him. Everything is amplified and heightened with him.

But right now, you couldn't say that. You couldn't tell him that you thought he was the most handsome, or that he was your favorite person to be around.

You couldn't say those things because you knew, deep down, he didn't feel the same way. The way you two even came to be was unconventional, and so were your circumstance; so how could you let him know you felt that way?

The answer was simple.

You couldn't.

Because while you watched the man who you thought the world of, the man who made a woman out of you, you knew he can't reciprocate what you want from him.

You may be wondering, how do you know? How do you know he doesn't feel the same way?

Well, it was simple.

Right now, you wish you could be anywhere else so you wouldn't have to make yourself watch as the only thing that made you feel some sliver of hope, crumble right in front of your eyes.

Because while he stands at the bar, chatting up the prettiest blonde you've ever seen, you stand to the side and wonder.

Wonder why you're here, why you've fallen for the one man who will never fall for you, why you've even decided you would try.

Because he's not going to ever think of you the way you think of him.

And you were okay with that, for now.

For now, you could move along and act like it never happened.

Like you never had those feelings for him, like you never wanted him, like you never even knew him.

Because you've learned that in your life, people will come and go. That's just the way it goes. And there will come a time where he isn't in yours.

The day that he is no longer in yours, it'll be sad. It may be soon, and you feel like you should be preparing better for it. You'll be heartbroken, upset. Alone.

And as the bar is bustling around you, and you see the sharp line of his jaw in the dim lighting, and the corners of his mouth lifting while he leans on the bar, you know.

You know it's never going to happen.

So you decide for yourself now, you'll have one more night.

If he comes to you, you'll allow yourself to get lost in him for one last time, and then you would have to let him go.

Because he has options, you realize. While you've been only looking at him, you realize he's been looking all over. Everywhere, except you. It was you when it was convenient for him. But otherwise, his gaze fixated anywhere else.

And you realized you couldn't keep doing this to yourself.

You deserve to be more than just a mere option.

As the bag you brought slings back up to your shoulder, you look down at your shoes, and are ready to leave the bar.

You look around for a friend to let know that you're leaving, but everyone seems busy.

You decide you'd just slip out and head home. You'd let him come to you, because you can't force it any longer. It hurt, but you knew you would have to let it all go sooner or later.

As you climb into the car you called, you wonder if he's even wondering where you are. What you're doing.

You interrupt the thoughts and shake your head, scolding yourself for even thinking these things. You needed to get yourself used to not yearning for him anymore, to realize it wasn't the same both ways.

When you key yourself into your apartment, you refrain from checking your phone for notifications from him, but the buzz of the device doesn't help.

Bucky: Where'd you go? Thought we'd leave together ;)

You shake your head, sighing in defeat. You feel like you're never going to be free from him. And you knew you were already too far gone, but you're naive enough to think that you could move on one day.

Just like you were naive enough to fall for him in the first place.

To Bucky: Sorry, wasn't feeling the crowd. Thought I'd head back early.

You turn off your phone and begin undressing for bed, removing your makeup and giving your cat a scratch on the head before checking your phone again.

Bucky: Can I still come over? Totally ok if not :)

Fuck.

You said you'd let him come to you, right?

To Bucky: You know where the key is.

Bucky: Are you alright? You seem off.

Curse him and actually knowing you.

To Bucky: I'm just fine. I'll be waiting :)

You add the smiley face to mask the fact that you know that this is the last time. The last time you'll feel his lips on yours, the last time you'll feel the fluttering of your heart when you see him, feel him.

Your chest aches at the thought, but you know it's the right thing to do. You can't keep living in this fantasy where you know you can't have him. You can't have that life, that relationship, that you yearn for with him.

You sit yourself in your bed, mindlessly trying to focus on your book rather than the fact that you're about to end the one thing that has been making you happier than you've been in a long time.

You hear the door open and shut, not letting it affect you, and continue reading the same sentence that you've been trying to read for the past ten minutes.

"Y/N?"

He appears in your doorframe, and you almost let a smile break free as you meet his baby blues.

Then, your cat weaves herself between his legs, pushing her head against his leg, and that's when you let the grin break out.

"I missed her." Is all Bucky says, leaning down to pick her up. "Missed my pretty Ella." He continues, scratching under her chin as she purrs in pleasure.

Your heart leaps yet again, and you wish, so desperately, that he could always be like this.

He always seems so comfortable, so belonging in your apartment. He fits right in with the cozy, dim lighting, and the scattered knick knacks and throw pillows.

You wish you could take a picture of him like this, in this exact moment. Freeze it and keep it forever

You'll miss him when he's gone.

Before the tears can make themselves known, you look down and shut the book.

"How was the bar?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"It was fun, I missed you, though. Felt like we haven't seen each other all night." He smiles that half-grin that makes your heart stall for a moment, and you avert your eyes.

"Yeah, I just wasn't feeling it, I guess." You sigh, stretching a smile across your face that doesn't meet your eyes and you know it.

He sees right through you.

"Y/N, are you sure everything's okay with you? We can just... hang out tonight, if you want." He suggests, plopping down on your covers next to you.

"I'm okay, Bucky." You reassure, placing a hand on his arm.

He gives you that look that you know and, hate to say, love. It's the one he gives right before he puts his lips on yours, before he takes you. Mind, body, and soul.

Too late for that, though.

He captures your lips with his, slowly moving them in a rhythm that makes your insides turn to liquid.

He gently lays you down against your pillows and the plush of your duvet, sliding on top of you.

You revel in the feeling of his weight on top of yours for the last time, trying to keep the rising emotions at bay.

You can't break in front of him like this. Just get him where he needs to be and be done. For good. Because it's the right thing to do.

You feel his left hand intertwine with yours while the other cradles your jaw while he continues to kiss you, the intimacy of the action making you draw in a deep breath when his lips move off of yours.

His eyes search yours like he's searching, deep in your eyes.

You try to stay as neutral as possible, not letting yourself break. You can't.

"Y/N-" His voice is hoarse, but you interrupt him before he can finish.

"Bucky," you say in the most seductive tone possible without making it sounds odd, "just kiss me."

He of course obliges, but you can sense his hesitation. Your free hand comes up to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer.

You allow his hand to slide up under your shirt, where you conveniently don't have a bra on, and let him explore.

As his large hand continues to slide up and down the expanse of your body that he knows all too well. He knows what makes you tick, and that's why you can't stop thinking about how badly this will hurt when it's over.

Pushing the thought out of your mind, you push Bucky's chest and let him settle against the headboard. Your legs straddle him and his hands fly to your waist, wild eyes looking for answers.

You've never been this daring, but you figure that you've got nothing left to lose after tonight.

Might as well make the most of it.

"What are you doing?" Bucky asks in a careful, but clearly aroused tone.

"I- Well, I thought we could try something... new? We don't have to if you don't want to." You rush out at the end, feeling a bit foolish at your own actions right now.

"No! By all means, let's continue." He smirks and continues his ministrations.

Your eyes struggle to stay open when his hand brushes your panties, which are almost completely soaked at the moment.

"Always get so wet for me, don'tcha doll?" He mumbles into your ear, and a shiver shoots down your spine. He always knows just the right thing to say at the perfect time.

"Mhm, always for you, Buck." You moan as his fingers move over the thin fabric.

He moves the lace to the side, letting his fingers soak in your slick before they meet with your sensitive button. Your head tilts back and your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure, and you hand grips his neck even tighter.

"Mm, always know just what to do with ya, hm? Always give me what I want. Make those sweet little sounds." He hums, another jab at your heart. Because he does know.

You push it down, yet again, and focus on the pleasure for now.

He continues, gently pushing his fingers inside you, and you almost lose your mind right then and there.

"C'mon, give it to me, Y/N. Let it all go for me, bunny."

His words shake you to your core and you can't help but let the pleasure take over, your body shaking with your orgasm as you sit atop him.

The emotions flood you so quickly and suddenly that you don't even realize it when the first tear slips from your eye, tracking down your face.

"Good girl, Y/N, my best girl, always." Your head is still tilted back, so Bucky doesn't see your tears fill your eyes at the sweet words, and you're not sure you can hold it in any longer.

His hands come to the sides of your face, tilting it back down in concern when he sees your chest shake and shaking breaths.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, honey? Did I do something to hurt you?" Bucky's genuine concern makes you cry even harder, shaking your head in a loss of words.

"N-no, I'm sorry, Bucky. Let's- we don't have to stop, let's keep going, please." You beg, and you can't even bother to feel pathetic anymore.

"Y/N, I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's wrong. I won't take advantage of you while you're like this." His voice sounds genuine, sincere even.

Which only make the tears stream down your face even faster.

You can't form any coherent words, and Bucky's more afraid that he did something as you try and slide off his lap.

"Y/N, please, talk to me." His voice sounds just as urging and coaxing as it does warm and kind.

"I- I can't, Bucky. I can't tell you what's wrong because you'll never understand."

"Understand what, sweetheart? Just- please just try, alright? Just try to tell me what's wrong. I'll try to understand, for you."

Your eyes are still flooded with tears and you've managed to start breathing somewhat correctly again, but you still just shake your head.

"You'll understand what I'm saying, but you won't understand how I feel. And you won't understand why I feel the way I feel. And you won't feel the same way I feel." You try to discourage him, but you know it's no use. He'll get it out of you eventually.

"Y/N, say it. There's nothing you can tell me that would make me feel differently about you." He reassures you, but you don't find comfort in his words.

"That's the problem, James. Nothing I say will change how you feel about me. About this. And I don't know what to do about it anymore." You feel your eyes stinging again, burying your face in your hands.

How did people do this?

How do you tell the guy who's never seen you as more than a warm body that you're in love with him?

How?

"Y/N... Can you be honest with me?" Bucky asks gently, trying to be as gentle as possible. One wrong move, and you were gone.

"Yeah. Always." You meekly reply

"Are you... are you trying to say that you..."

He takes a deep breath, and then a sigh.

"Do you have... feelings... for me?"

You feel your eyes open as wide as possible, and you imagine you look like a cartoon character.

You don't know how to respond, because you don't want to lie. Bucky will know if you lie.

But if you tell the truth...

What will he say?

"I..." You can't even manage to get the words out of your mouth. You feel mortified that he could see your emotions so clearly when you've been denying them for so long. You also feel humiliated, quite frankly, because his face is completely neutral.

No emotion is given away in his face, and it scares the everliving crap out of you. Because chances are, he would say he felt the same if he did.

So you shut your mouth, sliding yourself off your spot on his thighs, and try to remove yourself from him.

"I think you should go. This- I fucked up. I knew what we were both wanting out of this, and I messed up. I want something you don't, and that's not fair to you. You should find someone who can really give you everything you want." You choke out, the words leaving a bitter taste on your tongue, like they physically hurt you to utter.

Because in all reality, they did.

You could feel your heart being sliced into bits when his eyes search yours, but you can't bring yourself to even care about how pathetic you must look right now.

Begging a man who you've fallen in love with to leave you.

Because he doesn't love you back.

And he never will.

So you need him to get out of your bed, that he's been in multiple times, that he looks like he belongs in.

You need him to go.

Or you won't be able to say no to him again.

And you need to say no to let him go.

"Can we talk about this?" Bucky's voice ends the spiral of thoughts you're having in the corner of your bedroom.

"What is there to talk about? I- I went against what we'd agreed," you take a shallow breath, feeling the tears return, "and now it's gone too far. I'm giving you an out, James."

"My name is Bucky. Stop calling me that. You don't call me that." His eyes hold something akin to pain. You don't want to hurt him, but he's not understanding. You knew he wouldn't get it.

"When we first agreed to this, it was just to have... someone. Right? Well, now, it's gone way past that for me, and I can't be after someone who will never want me back. I can't put myself through that. Do you understand?" You ask, trying to make your point as clear as possible.

"Y/N, if you'd let me get a word out, I'd tell you that I..."

"You what?"

"I also..."

He can't even say it.

That probably solidifies my decision, then.

"If you can't even admit to me that you want or don't want this, I think we're done here." You say, the organ in your chest stilling at the eyes that he gives you at those words.

"Can you just give a chance?" He asks in what you sense is some kind of desperation.

"I am. I'm giving you one right now. Do you feel the same way, James?"

"Y/N... this isn't how I wanted to do this, y'know. Not when you're all worked up, like this."

"So when did you want to tell me that you knew I had feelings for you, but thought we could ignore it just so you can have a warm body at your disposal?" Your voice raises, and you feel your emotions rise up all over again.

"That's not what I was trying to do. This was hard for me, too, y'know? I had to do a lot of thinking about this. I also had to face my own ugly, hard feelings, Y/N." He argues, and your stomach sinks.

"And what conclusion did you come to about those, ugly, hard feelings, James?" The tremble in your voice almost gives you away.

"I came to the conclusion that I've been an absolute moron. I like you too, Y/N. And I'm a fucking idiot for not realizing that I had the best girl all along. I could've been with you for months before all of this, and I was too scared to say anything to you. And I'm sorry that I made you feel like you were another body to warm my bed, because you're not.

"You are one of the most important people in my life, and any time I'm away from you, all I can think about is you. What you're doing, if you miss me as much as I miss you when I'm not with you. And it kills me that you think that I don't feel that way about you. Because it's all I feel about you, Y/N. I feel everything about you."

Those words make you weak in the knees, like you're about to collapse.

He feels the same way?

He feels the same way!

"You feel the same way?" You ask, breathless and like you're dreaming right now, like this is not really happening.

"Goddamit, woman! You're insufferable!" Bucky gets up, and is right in front of you. "I feel more for you than I've ever felt for anyone else. You're the first thought on my mind when I wake up, and the last one before I go to sleep. You make me lose my mind. And I love it."

The air stills as he pulls his hands around your jaw.

Is he going to kiss me?

Why are you acting like a teenager? He's seen every inch of your naked body before.

But this doesn't feel like all those other times.

"I love you, Y/N."

And before you can utter the words back, his lips land on yours, capturing them and working them against yours.

When what feels like an eternity passes and he pulls away, you have to take a moment to collect your thoughts.

"I love you, too, Bucky."

"Oh, thank god, I didn't know if it was too soon to say it, but we've been playing this game for way too long. And I'm glad you feel the same way." He sounds relieved. Almost like he was just as nervous as you were to admit how you really felt.

"And I'm glad we're back to Bucky. I didn't wanna know what would happen if you kept calling me James."

"Don't worry, we can get creative with nicknames, if you'd like." You let a fond smile break out across your face. You don't think you've ever felt as content as you do in this moment.

"Sure. You can call me anything you want, but I think my favorite name you could give me is..." he takes a deep breath before his face goes serious again. "Boyfriend?"

You smile again at the word, and let out a laugh.

"As long as you call me girlfriend, I think it'll all be just fine." You reply, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and lifting your lips up to his.

You feel the grin on his lips, and when you look into his eyes once again, all you can see is mischievousness in them.

"I like that name for you, sweetheart."

fin

[elit-angel]

RANDOM HCS

Tag(s): @peppermint2d @krisquote @unfortu-nate-ly

I hit 500 followers recently, and I'm honestly so fucking grateful!! The fact that I've been able to reach and make half a thousand people happy with my writing makes me wanna cry 🥺 I love you all!!

I also couldn't think of anything for my boy Russel 😔✊🏼 I'm sorry fellow Russ lovers, I need to delve more into his lore

↳ CHARACTER(S): 2-D, Murdoc Niccals, Noodle (Gorillaz)

↳ WARNING(S):Mentions of AFAB Reader, Mentions of Cigarettes, Cheating, Slight NSFW, A Bit of Angst (mostly on 2-D's)

↳ TYPE: Headcanons

2-D

- 2-D once shoved a cigarette up his nose in an attempt to do a ‘reverse smoke’. It.. it didn't go well.

- You ended up having to find a way to forcibly make him sneeze so he could get the ashes out of his nostrils, his snot was spotty for weeks.

- This, surprisingly, was the event that made him stray from cigs for a few months.

--

- He really likes it when you play with his hair, most and if any contact on his head would be physical abuse coming from Murdoc, and the gentle movements of your fingers rubbing his scalp are enough to make him forget any of that.

- His hair is pretty long too, and he allows you to experiment with it as long as you'd like. Anything to just lay his head on your chest and feel your delicate hands massage his head.

--

- “Whaddya mean my normal voice isn't the same as my singin' voice? They sound the same to me!”

- Acts like he can't tell the difference between his speaking and singing voice. He can. Don't fucking believe him. He's spent years with Murdoc Faust Niccals, he knows how to be a snarky little shit.

- It's the perfect way to annoy you. You ask him to sing for you, and suddenly you're met with the most horrendous version of Souk Eye that you've ever had the displeasure to hear.

- “What? Yew asked me ta' sing didn't yew?”

- Bastard.

--

- 2-D may not be the most confident, but he knows he’s a handsome guy, and honestly? He likes it when you get jealous over him. Gives him a sense of acknowledgement, and also your cute angry little pout makes him melt.

- “Aw luv, is someone a lil' jealous?”

- No, 2-D, no one's jealous over the lady stripper fawning over you, fuck right off.

- Seriously though, he loves you- poor guy still hasn't recovered from the Paula Cracker Incident, and he treats you like gold. 'D knows what it feels like to be cheated on and..it's not good.

--

- Hates it when you call him by his real name, hates it. He won't stop you from saying it, he realizes it's kind of weird to call your significant other by their stage name, but he's gotten so used to 2-D that hearing the words “Stuart Pot” makes him cringe.

- It reminds him of his days before Gorillaz, when he didn't have to worry about his position in bed because of how much blood will flow to his eyes, or when he didn't have to wake up shaking and looking out his window to make sure the god damned whale wasn't out there.

- There are only a few special occasions where he'll happily respond to you saying his real name, and most of those are in bed when he's bent between your legs. (;

MURDOC NICCALS

- You're the only one he allows to touch El Diablo, after the deal with good ol' Satan, he's pretty paranoid about it.

- He's almost broken 2-D's wrist because of it, so consider yourself pretty lucky that he loves you. It's the reason why both of your hands are intact.

- “No, luv that's not- you don't hold it like that- okay give it- give it to me.”

--

- Now, Murdoc trusts you, and he truly loves you, but if you ever, ever tell anyone that every Saturday the two of you have a movie night with Hot Cocoa and snuggles, he will fucking obliterate you.

- His favorite movie is Bride Wars

- He's not seen as a touchy guy, and Satan forbid that anyone in the band finds that out. He kidnapped people for fuck's sake, his reputation would be ruined if people found out he likes sprinkles in his whipped cream!

--

- Much like 2-D, you can't tell me that Murdoc doesn't like making you jealous. He likes aggressiveness in his partners, and the way you forcefully pull him away whenever he flirts with someone makes him want to pound you into the mattress.

- He thinks it's all fun and games, you should know he'd never leave you! At the end of the night, you're the one he's making scream.

- “Oh c'mon dearest! You can't seriously think I'd ever leave you for that.”

- Doesn't understand how insecurity works, but give him a break. Anytime you call him out on it he just blames fucking Sebastian. Or Jacob. At this point he can't even remember.

--

- Although he may try to act like he's only in it for the fame, Mudz truly does love the band. Once you finally got to meet them he tried his best to stray you away from them, but after a while he got used to you and their shenanigans.

- Watching you build relationships with each of them honestly makes his non-existent heart swell, you somehow have enough charisma and charm to match their extremely different characters, and anytime he sees it he falls in love just a bit more.

- He doesn't like how you and Noodle have “Men Ain't Shit” nights though, it pisses him off.

NOODLE

- Noodle absolutely despises the DARE music video, so fucking much. She's embarrassed by any content from her teen years, and she finds the dancing in that video horrendous.

- Not only that, since she provided the vocals in that song -plus some backups from 2-D- she feels absolutely petrified anytime she hears her own voice.

- The fact that the video has 206 million views kills her.

- “Y/N, don't you even try.” “.....” “Y/N.” “....You've got, to press it on you-” “くそったれ!”

--

- If you can play any instruments, please play them for her. It seems pretty stupid considering she can play a bunch of instruments, but hearing your own talent applied gives her butterflies.

- She makes you play for hours.

- When she was a kid she'd quite literally force 2-D to play her favorite songs on the keyboard until his hands hurt, you think she's gonna let you up because you're tired? Hah!

- No.

--

- Noodz has organized a weekly Spa Day between the two of you, Russel, and 2-D. Don't ask why Murdoc isn't invited, just don't.. don't ask.

- She has access to some really good Japanese self care products, plus those really stupid and unnecessary products that only exist for shits and giggles.

- “Noodle- the avocado face mask isn't edible-” “But it's made of Avocado!” “Noodle, no-”

--

- Boobs. Boobies. Tibbies. Big ol' tits.

- You cannot tell me that this girl does not love tiddies. After a long day in the studio, she just dives head first into those soft pillows.

- Spending so long with three men kind of..does things to a woman. Years of watching Mudz or 2-D bring big chested ladies into their rooms sparked something inside tiny Noodle.

- And if you just happen to have big boobies? Man, just brace yourself for some old fashioned loving. And lingerie. So much lingerie.

[mint-yooxgi]

yan!self-aware otome game love interest with taeyong please!!!

It's been about a month since you've started playing this new otome game that you found on the App Store. Though, what's strange about it is that you can't seen to find any reviews about it anywhere, or anyone else that has seemed to play it before. Even when you told your friend that they should download it so you could talk about it and play together, they couldn't find it on the App Store at all.

At the time, you had shrugged it off, thinking it maybe just isn't available for their phone yet, and that it's probably some underground game that not too many people have heard about.

That is, until weird things started happening to your phone.

You've noticed certain apps of yours open in the background, even when you haven't used them for a while. For instance, the other day when you opened your phone to check your messages, your photos app had been left open on one of the few pictures of yourself that you keep on your phone. You don't have many selfies, so you would have remembered looking at this one for sure.

Another instance, is that your camera app will open at random times and seemingly take a picture of you. Except, when you go to check your camera roll, there's no new picture to be found.

You even find yourself loosing notifications every now and then, the only ones seemingly coming through is when one of the love interests of the game message you. This love interest in particular seems to message you quite a lot, more so than the others, anyways, but you've just chalked it up as you ending up on his route for the game.

Speaking of the game, it's one of the most hyper-realistic otome games you've ever played. It follows a group of guys in the modern world doing different types of entertainment jobs, like writer, composer, producer, director. In fact, the guy who's route you seem to be on is the dancer of the group.

He's pretty handsome, if you do say so yourself, but he wasn't your first choice in the game. Nor was he your second, or even third. Oddly enough, all three of those guys seemingly have disappeared from the game entirely, and when you bring them up in conversation, the topic is either brushed off, or avoided entirely.

You're starting to worry you've ended up with the yandere love interest, especially with this particular interaction.

Your screen had lit up with a new message from Taeyong, telling you that he was ready to chat. It took you a few minutes to reply, and you notice he sent you a follow up, asking if you were mad at him cause you didn't reply right away like you usually do. Your brow furrows. Weird.

Meanwhile, the whole time he waits for your reply, Taeyong paces back and forth on the street, staring up at the sky and waiting for your face to appear. Ever since you started playing his game, he's been captivated by you. You always choose the best response from the options given to you, and the odd time where you're allowed 'free play' to type your own messages, he's been awestruck by your humour and intelligence. Of course he just had to get to know you.

Living inside people's devices can get so boring. That is, until he met you. Now, he finds he never wants to move on to the next place, wanting to stay with you forever. If he gets his way, he will.

The scene for the day is that you are out for a walk to go and meet one of the other love interests when you come across Taeyong walking in the opposite direction. He suggests hanging out instead of you going to meet up with the other love interest, and usually, you would get two other options when prompted to take him up on his offer. Except, this time, all three options are 'stay with Taeyong'.

Your brow furrows. Perhaps it's just a glitch in the game, so you opt to close the app and refresh the level.

Only, Taeyong doesn't like that. He didn't destroy the others for you to just ignore him like this.

Your phone dings with a new message from the game. It's Taeyong.

What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?

You blink. That's strange. There's no way he just sent you a message like that.

Deleting the notification, you decide to go take a nap. You did stay up pretty late last night reading, so maybe you're just overtired and your mind is playing tricks on you.

Crawling into bed, your phone dings with another new message, again from Taeyong.

Are you ignoring me now? Please don't ignore me, baby. I'm sorry if I upset you. Please come back.

Once more, you frown, deleting the notification. This is getting stranger by the minute, only emphasized by the influx of messages you keep receiving from Taeyong.

"Okay, maybe I've had too much of this otome game," you mumble to yourself, deciding in an instant to delete the game off of your phone and not bother with it anymore.

Without a second thought, and before you can convince yourself not to, you do just that.

Placing your phone on your bedside table after turning it on silent, you roll over, settling into bed and making yourself comfortable.

A few hours later, you wake up from your nap, groggily rubbing at the sleep form your eyes. Turning over, you go to check your phone, and once you see the amount of notifications you have, your heart nearly stops.

This is impossible. You're sure you deleted the game before you fell asleep.

Unfortunately for you, when you unlock your phone, the app is in exactly the same place it was before you deleted it, almost as if you didn't do anything to it at all.

Nervously, you open the app, letting all of the messages load for you to read as more come in every few seconds.

Why are you ignoring me?

Baby, please answer me. You know we're supposed to be together, right?

I love you, please don't leave me.

You can't forget about me that easily.

I'm sorry.

Please answer your phone.

I love you. You're my world.

Oh, thank god, you're back.

I thought I lost you.

I though I was going to lose you.

Never leave me again.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

I love you.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Forever, until death do us part.

Please, stay with me.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt.13 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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Monster

“Billy has improved. A lot.” Seated on Mrs. Martinez's office, you go over why Billy deserves a good recommendation letter. Half the teachers already agreed, much more because of you than because of him, but that's not the point. “He doesn't get a C since he started, he wants to be a Marine Biologist and he gets straight As on Biology and honestly, he's actually helping me on Chemistry.”

“I've been tracking his progress and I've been impressed with your work. Billy Hargrove is by far the best in the program.” She read some files, putting them down before looking up at you. “I also noticed that you two became very close.”

“Mmm, yeah... W-we're dating.” You stutter, clearing your throat. “But it doesn't change the fact that he's doing great. I mean, Billy does want to go to college and–”

“Don't worry about it. A student's love life isn't my business. I just mentioned it because it was impossible not to notice.” She smiles and you blush even more. “Well, I'll be happy to write him a good recommendation letter. But for the principal, it'll be good if you get some of Billy's friends to make some reports. But we can arrange it immediately if you want. The Principal is in a meeting but I can let you know as soon as he's available if you manage to get some people right now.”

You stand up, smiling. “I can. Thank you so much.” Mrs. Martinez got that urgency of the matter, and you're more than eager to keep that up. “I'll gather some people and whenever you're ready I'll be at the parking lot.”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright.” With another ‘thank you’, you rush outside, walking fast to the parking lot. Billy is leaning against his car, and Nancy and the others are near Steve's car, a couple of feet away.

“Princess of Hawkins number two. Are we going or not?” Steve asks, making Billy notice your presence. “I'm dying for some ice cream.”

“Actually, I need a huge favor from the three of you.” Keeping your voice soft, you walk over to Billy, standing next to him. The stick on his mouth gets your attention, and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that my lollipop? That I was saving up?”

“...No.” He mutters, with a half-smile as he takes the candy off his mouth. “Maybe. But we can share.” Billy gives you the lollipop and you roll your eyes, biting back a smile before putting it into your mouth. And for some reason, Billy has that stupid smirk on his face

“That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen,” Steve speaks up, getting your attention.

Looking at him, you shrug your shoulders. “What? I kiss that mouth, you know that, right?”

“And you do a great job doing it,” Billy whispers on your year before taking the candy once again.

“Alright. You, drop it.” With a finger on Billy's face, you take the lollipop from his mouth again. “I have something important to say.” Turning at your friends, you take a deep breath. “Mrs. Martinez agreed on writing a good recommendation letter for Billy. But to convince the Principal to do the same, she needs a couple of students to... Give some reports, you know. As witnesses that my handsome boyfriend is now an amazing student too.”

Steve bursts into laughter, covering his mouth with one hand as you stare at him. Arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. It takes long seconds until he stops. “What?” He stutters. “You can't possibly think I'll...” As he speaks, Steve looks at the others, and not Nancy or Jonathan seems to find it funny. “Oh, c'mon. I agreed on standing Billy, but I never agreed on giving good reports.”

“Steve, this is important.”

“(Y/N), c'mon. Billy isn't–”

“Billy has good grades now and that's what I'm talking about. You don't have to like him.” Walking over Steve, you touch his shoulder. “You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but we're trying to build our future. And if you find it in your heart to do this for me, I'll be very thankful.”

“God, you're so damn good.” Billy mutters, and you roll your eyes.

“Well...” Stepping back, you smile. “I could also kill Steve. Would you help me hide the body, B?”

“Ridiculous,” Steve mumbles, making you giggle. “Fine, (Y/N). Just because somehow you made a good boyfriend out of this scumbag.”

“I'd take that back if I were you,” Billy says, raising his voice a bit.

“Woah, back down.” It's not the first time the two have incidents like this, and you always have to calm them down. “You guys have to–”

“(Y/N).” Mrs. Martinez calls and you look to your left. She walks fast, smiling. “The Principal will see the students now. But you can't be inside the office for that. They'll be interviewed separately.”

“Alright.” Breathing out, you give Steve a look. “Don't say anything driven by your personal–”

“I won't.” Steve rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Martinez guides the three of them inside the school again, and you follow them, holding hands with Billy. “It'll work.” You tell him.

“It will.” He agrees, with the smile that belongs to you alone.

“Billy boy!” Someone yells and you soon recognize Tommy, with an arm around Carol's shoulders. “Forgot to tell you, buddy. Awesome party tonight at my place.” Tommy smiles and nods at you, and Carol does the same. “My parents aren't home so we'll go hard, all night long and I count on you to set the tone as we like it.” As he speaks, he gives you a weird look. “You don't have to come if you don't want, (Y/N). I know you don't really like it.”

“I'm not going without (Y/N), you know that,” Billy says, and Tommy rolls his eyes.

“C'mon, pal. I planned everything. Wild and dirty, as you like it. I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind you going by yourself, right (Y/N)?”

“I won't. He can–”

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go,” Tommy speaks out, cutting you off. “A lot of things to do. See you there. Bye, my friends.” Waving, both he and Carol walk away.

Billy starts walking again, but you hold his hands, forcing him to stop. “B, I want to go.” You tell him, sighing. These parties aren't your thing, even though you've been to some with Billy. Mostly when it's someone's birthday. But other than that, you've been skipping them. He likes them though, and you don't want to be the one to hold him back. “Let's party and do whatever he meant by wild and dirty.”

Billy giggles, pulling you close. “You have no idea what he meant by that, pretty girl. And you don't have to go, it's alright.”

“No, B. I know you have fun on those things and I really...” You don't want to lie, not to him. So you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Just go, alright? Have fun with your friends and... I just... I don't want to be the one to keep you from doing stuff you like. You know I'm not... I'm not like you in many, many aspects but–”

“(Y/N), listen.” Billy takes both your hands, looking down at you. “I love you.”

“B...”

“Shhh. I love when you call me that but listen.” Cupping your cheeks, he places a quick, soft kiss on your lips. “I love you just like that. Good girl, with perfect grades and so damn polite and friendly that sometimes almost kills me of jealously.” He smiles, kissing your nose. “But I wouldn't change a thing about you. Your... Goodness was exactly what made me fall for you. You're... Everything I'm not. And I'm still perplexed that you love me back.”

You're a blushing mess when he's done speaking, eyes locked on his. “A-are you sure?”

“I am.” He nods, smiling. “Why go to some stupid party when I can stay with you?”

“I'll invite you to dinner then... Let's say... Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agrees.

“Mr. Hargrove.” The teacher calls, and you both look at her. “The Principal wants to talk to you.”

“Right away.” He says, winking at you.

When Billy enters the Principal office, you wait outside, leaning against the wall. To say you're nervous is an understatement. The Principal's letter is the most important, and you know he needs it very much.

“Sweet (Y/N).” A masculine voice calls, and you immediately look to your left, leaving your bag on the floor. It's Tyler, coming from around the corner. “What are you doing here all alone?”

“What are you doing here? Detention again?” Tyler is the only one of Billy's friends you can't stand. You soon figured out he's more like a parasite, sticking close even though people don't really like him. But still, you try not to treat him like the asshole he is. But it doesn't mean you have to answer his questions.

“No, no.” He smiles, a disgusting smile that sends shivers down your spine. Not the good kind of shivers. “I had to leave something on my locker but now... I'm actually happy I got you alone.” Tyler walks over you, standing a bit too close, making you step back. “Now tell me, (Y/N). What are you doing here? ...All alone?” He leans closer, his mouth close to your ear.

You immediately move away, violently pushing his chest. Tyler always gives you this sensation, as if he's trying to get to you somehow. And you hate it. It makes you feel like you're completely naked under his stare. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask, anger flowing out. “Stay the hell away from me, you jerk.”

Tyler laughs. Out loud, mocking you. You're about to curse again him when it happens.

Tyler moves too fast, an arm encircling your waist. His grip is too strong, and it makes you violently collapse against his chest. “I've trying to get you for far too long, sweetie.” He grunts as you start fighting, pushing him away and still trying to understand what the hell is going on. “If Billy can have you, so can I. Or do you think–” He stops suddenly when you succeed to hit him in the ribs.

“LET GO OF ME!” You manage to push out, as loud as you can, your mind yelling for Billy. But before you can say it, call for him, a hand comes to your mouth, and Tyler's free hand starts wandering through your body.

You feel violated, abused already, but it doesn't matter how hard you try, he's stronger than you.

“Sweet (Y/N), let's...” He starts pulling you, and you do try to resist as much as you can. “...Let's find ourselves some nice supply closet and get more... Comfortable? What do you think, huh? Gonna show you how a man–”

“LET GO OF HER!” The scream, the voice that sounds like thunder, makes your whole body relax at the same time Tyler's grip loosens.

The rest is pure chaos.

Billy grabs Tyler and throws him to the ground. Someone pulls you away from the fight, and you soon recognize Nancy. In her embrace, you hide your face in her hair, and she helps as you fix your clothes.

Your mind is mess, and you can't even process what's happening.

The only thing you know is that you're safe now, away from that monster. And Billy is beating him up into a bloody mess.

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[issaxcharlie]

Something so right

Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader

Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?

(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)

Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.

“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."

Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."

The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.

“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.

“Austin Grayson.”

“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.

“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.

“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.

He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.

You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.

When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.

A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.

“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.

“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.

“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.

"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.

“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”

Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.

As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.

Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.

“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“

“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.

Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.

"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”

The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.

“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”

She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.

"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”

They both make a pinky promise and smile.

“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”

“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”

“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.

Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.

The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.

After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.

The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.

After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.

Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.

He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.

Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”

You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.

“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.

“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.

After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.

“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.

“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.

The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.

"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.

“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."

“I sound very intense.”

“You are.”

They both laugh at the memory.

"You were still right."

“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.

“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”

He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.

“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”

His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.

He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.

“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”

“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”

Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.

When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.

Thank you for reading!

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