#and i watched now and couldn't stop laughing for a sec

[bubbarnes]

just keep laughing until you're choking on water.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hi! Can I request 4. Using each other’s phones without supervision with Lando? I think it would be really funny and cute 🧡

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4. using each other's phones without supervision

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lando was on stream with max f and ginge. like he usually was. y/n had learned early on in their relationship that if lando was "busy", it either meant that he was on stream, or he was sleeping, or he was quite literally in his race car, ready to go out onto the track.

y/n's finals had just gotten over (thank fuck for that) and now she was catching up on all her unread books with a gin and tonic in her hand. she was dressed comfortably in lando's tshirt and a pair of shorts. he had cuddled her up in a fluffy blanket to make sure that she was comfortable, but she knew he didn't want to be disturbed, and the best way to keep her occupied was to drown her in blankets with a book (or books).

y/n had lost track of time as she read through the gripping, swoon-worthy romance. only when her stomach grumbled did she realise that it was well after eight. digging her phone out from the mess of blankets, y/n looked for their usual order. frowning when she couldn't see the past orders on the app, y/n sighed, leaving her cocoon as she stood up and entered lando's gaming room.

"why do i keep dying?" lando screamed at the screen. y/n held back a laugh, as she was sure his friends were as well.

she looked around the room for his phone. there weren't a lot of places where he could have kept it in the room, so she gently tapped lando on his shoulder and he abruptly stopped screaming as he turned to look at her.

"oh, hey, babe! whatcha doin' here?" lando asked with a huge smile on his face.

y/n smiled at his sudden mood shift and softly said, "i need your phone."

"oh sure, baby, one sec," he said, as he looked around his table and found his table from under the pile of food packets and energy drinks cans.

"there you go, love," he said, as he handed her the phone and then turned back to the game.

y/n pressed a kiss on lando's head before exiting the room. she was already unlocking his phone and opening the delivery app. scrolling through, she found their past orders and quickly ordered food for the two of them.

settling back into her pile of blankets, she had lost the motivation to read further. the only thing going on in her head was food, so instead, she opted to scroll on tiktok. unlocking lando's phone again, she quickly found the app and began scrolling. her food was going to take thirty minutes, and she knew doom scrolling was the best way to pass the time.

max f's texts were ruining her doom scrolling, though. he texted every few seconds, and after she read the first message that only said "muppet", she knew it was going to be about something stupid. she was not bothered enough to move or let lando know. he was on stream anyways.

an hour later, y/n had eaten her dinner, watching a show on lando's phone, and was just beginning to settle into her book again when lando's voice rang through the apartment.

"babe? can you come here please?"

sighing, y/n picked up her tiramisu and walked towards his gaming room. lando smiled and extended his hand towards her, which she gratefully took. pulling her towards him, she settled on his lap, sitting sideways.

lando's hands were gripping her thighs and her waist, making sure that she wouldn't fall.

"what's up?" she asked.

"has max been calling me?" lando asked. he looked amused.

y/n took a bite of her tiramisu. "i think so? he started texting you like a crazy ex partner, and then i started watching a show so your phone switched to dnd,"

"yeah, but my calls would have gone through if his phone was on dnd, y/n!" max's said from the stream.

y/n clicked her tongue, feeding lando a bite of her tiramisu, "no, it didn't. if it had, i would've picked up, max,"

"so, you're telling me that i'm not in lando's list of callers when he's on dnd?" max asked, shocked.

ginge was laughing in the background.

"wait, you can do that?" lando asked.

"lan, you set it up yourself. your parents, your siblings, carlos, oscar, daniel, max verstappen, andrea, will, zak, and i are in that list. you added it yourself." you said, still too focused on your almost finished tiramisu.

max was screaming, and lando was laughing. you hadn't said anything wrong. it was the truth. you were there when lando had set it up.

lando was giving excuses to max, and max was refusing to acknowledge any of them.

"hold on, hold on, guys," ginge said, shutting the two up.

"what?" max was still mad.

"y/n, you had his phone with you for an hour and you didn't do anything?" ginge asked.

"i doom scrolled on tiktok and then watched a show on netflix." you said.

"you know, most girlfriends, when they have their boyfriend's phone unsupervised, they would read through their chats to see if there's a crazy ex or something," max said.

y/n nodded, "he does have a crazy ex. you, max. you blew up his phone more than i ever have. you were already in the stream, why blow up his phone?"

lando laughed, his shrieking laugh that you loved so much. "oh, i love you,"

"i know,"

"i got locked out of the house and i needed lando to get me the spare set of keys!" max exclaimed, laughing.

"keep a rock outside your door with the key. that'll help." she said, deadpanned.

the three boys erupted in laughter again. the chat was going crazy. but, all y/n could think was that her tiramisu was over and she still wanted more.

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hey! im so sorry it took me so much time to write this! my mid semester exams are going on! i hope you like this! i am also drinking a gin and tonic right now, and i also miss my tiramisu. i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

[cjlouwho]

Prompt: I've been thinking about a mixture of posts on here and I'd really love Tommy going to talk to Eddie because, maybe Eddie isn't being a great friend? I've read some people think Eddie would fall in line with Gerrard (due to being in the army etc.) and I'd love to see a Tommy/Eddie argument!

When Eddie got a knock on his door at 9pm on a Tuesday, he wasn't sure who to expect. He hadn't gotten a call or text from anyone, and he hadn't ordered any food. He figured he'd be arguing with Jehovah's Witnesses, asking them why the hell they were knocking on his door so late? Usually he'd avoid them altogether, but a little piece of him felt like arguing, so he swung the door open with a dramatic sigh.

He was surprised to see Tommy on the other side of the door, hand raised in a fist, ready to knock again.

“Oh. Hey, Tommy. I wasn't expecting you, was I?”

“Um, no. Can I come in for a sec?”

“Sure.” Eddie moved out of the way so Tommy could come inside, closing the door behind him. “Want a beer or something?”

“No, I really can't stay long. I'm heading to Evan's after this.”

Right. Buck. He should've known he'd be getting a visit from Tommy. Buck hadn't exactly left work, or Eddie, on good terms two days ago. Things had been tense for a few weeks now, actually. Everything had slowly been bubbling up until Buck finally burst under the pressure and was sent home early for insubordination. He'd actually been told not to return until he could learn proper chain of command, and if he couldn't learn within a week, he should start searching for a new career path.

“Is Buck the one who sent you?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tommy shook his head. “No. No one sent me.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “So you're not here to kick my ass?”

“Should I be?”

“I don't know,” Eddie answered honestly. “I don't know what you've been told.”

It was kind of a ridiculous sight right now, if you asked Eddie. Two grown men, friends for months now, standing awkwardly in his living room. Neither making any effort to sit or get more comfortable.

“Evan's been having a rough time with Gerrard,” Tommy started. “Sounds like he's Gerrard's main target.”

Eddie shrugged. “Gerrard likes to push buttons. Buck's buttons are easy to push.”

“Last week he asked Evan if he'd like a bra to go with the apron he wore while cooking.” Tommy tensed even as he spoke the words. “That doesn't just sound like pressing buttons to me.”

“He's a wannabe drill sergeant pissed about the fact he never made it through basic training. You do what he says, keep quiet, use your manners, and make him feel like he's the most important person in the room. That's how you get through a shift.” Eddie moved to sit on the couch, but Tommy remained standing. “You know how this works the same as I do,” he added.

“Yeah, I do,” Tommy agreed, although his voice was a bit more commanding now. “Probably better than you do, actually. Doesn't make it okay.”

Eddie sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Why are you here, Tommy? I'm tired.”

“To try and stop you from becoming me, you idiot. I've been where you are. I've sat beside Gerrard and watched him treat person after person like nothing but garbage. I kept quiet, I made him feel important, I followed behind him like I was his damn puppy dog. I called him sir, I did whatever he asked, I laughed along with his jokes. You know what that made me?”

Eddie was starting to get annoyed. “What?”

“Him. I was no better than him.”

Eddie's eyes darkened. He stood back up, taking a step toward Tommy. “Are you seriously comparing me to that piece of crap?”

“If the mustache fits.”

“You need to get out of my house now,” Eddie warned. He could feel his body filling with the same boiling rage that got him thrown in jail a few years ago. He didn't need that to happen again.

“You repeat to me what Gerrard told Evan two days ago and I'll go,” Tommy offered. “Tell me what Gerrard said that finally made him explode and I'll leave.”

“Or I can call the cops on you for trespassing,” Eddie replied, moving to the door and opening it.

Tommy made no effort to leave. “Go for it.”

They stared at each other for a moment, Eddie's chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. When Eddie realized Tommy was never going to back down, his shoulders slumped. “Come on, Man, just leave.”

Tommy doubled down. “Tell me what he said,” he demanded, speaking each work slowly and carefully.

“H- He... God, Tommy.” He looked away from him, unable to maintain eye contact as he recalled the event. “Buck fell while we were at a scene, bruised his tailbone. When we were sitting down to eat, Buck moved slow. He winced when he finally got seated... Gerrard saw and said th- that maybe if he... if he spent less time taking and more time giving he wouldn't have so much trouble.”

“But,” Tommy beckoned for him to continue.

Eddie took a deep breath. “But he should have expected Buck to be the woman.”

Tommy nodded. “There it is.”

“Listen, Tommy, I-”

“He could've really used someone sticking up for him. One person to step in and tell Gerrard he'd crossed a line. I get that Hen can't do anything right now. She can't risk not getting Mara back. And I know Howie can't do anything to lose Mara. But you could have said something, Eddie. You could have been there for him, but you weren't.”

And there was the anger again. “Why the hell is it on me?!” he exclaimed. “I've been going through my own crap, and it's not like you or Buck have really been around to help me out.”

“Oh, you cannot be serious right now.” Tommy's posture straightened, his body somehow becoming even wider and taller. It would have caused Eddie to pause and think about what was about to come out of his mouth if he wasn't so mad.

“Yeah, I am serious. I've needed people too, Tommy, but you guys have been too busy with each other to even notice.”

“You made the mess you're in right now, Eddie!” Tommy yelled. “You did that! You screwed up and it's on you to fix it! But Evan didn't do anything wrong. He sure as hell didn't deserve to be talked to like that, and now his job is on the line because you decided keeping the peace with a piece of scum like Gerrard was more important than speaking up for your supposed best friend. So, yeah, that's on you!” Tommy began to make his way to the door, ready to push past Eddie on his way, but Eddie wasn't finished.

“Hey!” He yelled, shoving Tommy back so he couldn't leave. “I've been trying to fix everything on my own! Trying to get my own life back! Hell, I just got to talk to my kid for the first time in over a month!”

“And who you think got Christopher to answer the damn phone?!”

It felt like all the air had suddenly been sucked out of Eddie's lungs. He stood there, his mouth hanging open as he tried to find the right words to speak. “I... Buck's been talking to Christopher?”

“Every day,” Tommy confirmed. “He calls or texts. Facetime's him every once in a while too. He's been telling Chris how you're doing, trying to get him to call you or text you. He even suggested writing you a letter.”

“I didn't know that.”

“He didn't really want you to. Christopher had promised him the next time you tried to call, he'd answer. Evan's been like a kid on Christmas Eve, excited for you to tell him how it went after you two talked.”

Eddie didn't know what to say. He wasn't angry anymore, just incredibly disappointed with himself.

“He's always had your back, Eddie,” Tommy said, making his way out the door. Eddie didn't stop him this time. “It'd be really nice if you had his.”

[mindmelter]

Five Alien Hosts: Adventures In Italy (Part 3) - Hunks and Lies

Victor and Alexander (Sylo's host) were strolling together, visiting tourist attractions in Italy. They were having a lot of fun together, Italy was a very romantic place and Victor had on his side a hot hunk as his companion and protector, he couldn't ask for anything else. While Victor and Alexander were laughing at one of his jokes. Alexander's phone started ringing.

"Just one sec." Alexander said, picking up his phone. "Hello?... Oh, Ciao Marco, yeah I'm doing good..."

Victor rolled his eyes, he loved Sylo's host, but Alexander was always too busy with work. His phone would never stop ringing, he would answer calls even while fucking Victor. Victor did enjoy being fucked rough by Alexander while he talked business in a foreign language, but sometimes Victor just wanted Alexander to himself.

As Alexander talked to this man named 'Marco', he looked at his watch.

"Right now?... Ok, I will be there... Sure, We can discuss that when we meet." Alexander turned off the call.

"Who is Marco?" Victor asked.

"Marco is Alexander's business partner. Alexander has a car export company here in Italy and Marco helps run the company while he's away. He wants to meet me at a nearby bar for a quick meeting."

"C'mon Sylo, I told you already, no work during vacation. This day should be about us having fun together," Victor said, hugging Alexander's huge arm.

"Don't worry, Master. It will be a quick meeting. He just wants to discuss some business deals. That's the sole reason why Alexander was on that plane to begin with; he was going to meet with Marco. It would be very suspicious for Alexander not to go."

Victor sighed, Sylo was right. "Fiiiiine."

"Don't be like that," Alexander said, gently holding Victor's chin and kissing him softly. "I will make it up to you later, I promise."

They both walked to the bar where Marco had said they would meet. Once there, Victor was amazed by how handsome Marco was. Marco was the epitome of an Italian hunk. He was wearing a white dress shirt that showed some of his chest. When he saw Alexander, he had the most perfect smile on his face.

"Ciao Alex! Quanto Tempo!" Marco said.

"Ciao Marco!"

They both hugged each other and started talking in Italian, while Victor was left awkwardly staring. Marco looked at Victor, a little confused as to who he was. Sylo noticed it.

"This is my nephew, Victor." Alexander said, placing a hand on Victor's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Victor," Marco said, extending his hand. Victor blushed and shook it, while shaking, he couldn't help but glance at Marco's open chest.

Marco then turned to Alexander "So, let's have a drink. We have so much to discuss." They took a seat at a table in the outdoor seating area. A waiter soon walked to their table.

"I will have a coffee," Marco said to the waiter.

"A martini for me and a hot chocolate for my friend over here," Alexander said. When the waiter walked away, Alexander teased Marco. "A coffee, serious? What happened to the old Marco I knew?"

"I don't drink anymore, man. I'm a dad now, did you forget my wife just had a baby?"

Alexander laughed. "And how's everything at the company?"

"Well, you know how it is in this industry, always something new popping up. But I have to say, I'm pretty excited about our latest partnership with that luxury car manufacturer from Germany."

"Ah, yes, I heard about that! That's a big move. How did you manage to pull that off?"

"It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that. Lots of negotiations, late-night calls, and convincing. But in the end, it all came down to our reputation and track record."

"Impressive, Marco. I gotta hand it to you; you've always had a knack for sealing those big deals."

As they continued talking about their business. Victor couldn't help but give Marco some glances. But it looks like Marco noticed it because he immediately started to button up his shirt in the middle of the conversation and gave Victor a stern look that made him want to crawl under the table.

Victor had spent so much time with only his alien friends and their brainless hosts that he didn't know how to behave around a non-host person. He was accustomed to staring at his friends' hosts whenever he wanted, so now it was difficult for Victor to control his urges.

"So, where are you two staying at?" Marco asked, breaking the ice.

"At the La Dolce Vita Resort." Victor responded.

"Wow, expensive place. But It's not like money is a problem for your uncle, right?" Marco joked.

Victor was confused for a few seconds, his uncle? But then he remembered he was talking about Alexander. Victor grinned, if Marco only knew he and Alexander weren't related at all, and that his business partner was now just a muscle husk being controlled by an alien bug. One hour later, Marco had to go, he said he had another important meeting to attend.

On the way back to the resort, Victor looked at Alexander, who was driving.

"Why didn't you tell me Marco was this hot?"

"You like him, huh? Do you want me to take him over, Master? I would gladly turn him into a host. The guy's an asshole and the old Alexander also hated the guy. They always had this dispute between them, about who slept with the hottest woman, who had the best car, who closed more deals..."

"It would be very hot... but no, that won't be necessary. Remember, we are on vacation. That means you are free from having to turn into a host every hot man I fancy over."

Later that day, Victor and Alexander returned to their room, and to Victor's surprise, Marco was lying on the bed, reading a newspaper, as if waiting for them. He smirked at Victor and started to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Ciao Victor," Marco said, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor, Victor was momentarily lost in Marco's abs and pecs.

"M-Marco? What are you doing here?" Victor finally asked surprised. Marco then winked at him. Victor knew that wink well; it was Sylo's way of assuring his control over a host.

"I'm so confused right now." Victor looked at Alexander, who was standing on his side, then back at Marco. "Who are you inside of right now?"

"Alexander is on autopilot. Marco has been my host since this morning. After I fucked you this morning and you got busy with Andrei and Ahmed, I called Marco to meet Alexander at a private place to discuss some business, and when he showed up, I turned him into my host." Marco explained.

"Are you saying that Alexander has been on autopilot all this afternoon?" Victor looked at Alexander on his side, who was grinning at him.

"You got me, Master." Alexander said.

"Exactly, I set his brain so he would act as if he was being controlled by me. Did he make a good impersonation of me?" Marco chuckled.

Victor was shocked, he spent the day with Alexander on autopilot and he had no clue. It wasn't the first time Sylo had pulled a prank like this. He enjoyed tricking Victor into thinking he was inside one host when he was actually in another.

"This will never get old." Marco laughed, putting his hands behind his head and showing Victor his hairy armpits. Victor couldn't deny how hot it was to see Marco shirtless in front of him, Victor now had a visible hard-on.

"He's a nice host, that's for sure. We will have a lot of fun with him." Victor sat on the bed and started to sniff Marco's hairy armpits, he smelled nice, like some fancy cologne.

"I thought you would appreciate some real Italian meat. I know how much you wanted an Italian host, and we kinda spoiled your plans by taking over those non-Italian men on the plane. Marco was born and raised in Italy, he should fulfill your fantasies."

"That's very sweet, thank you Sylo." He took his face from Marco's armpits and smirked at him. "Can you like... pretend to be the real Marco?"

"The real Marco would never be shirtless in front of you, the real Marco would have beaten you to a pulp for having your slutty mouth latching on his armpits."

Victor rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, a gay version of Marco. Remember when you took over that hot cop and we roleplayed that he would only let me go if he fucked and came inside me?"

Suddenly, Marco's eyes rolled back for a moment, and then he gave Victor a seductive glance. "You think I didn't see the way you looked at me? You were stripping me with your eyes. You're such a dirty pervert, Victor." Marco pulled his pants down and lay down fully naked on the bed.

"Fuck me, Victor. I need you inside me, I knew it since the moment I saw you staring at me." Marco begged, shaking his ass to Victor.

Victor's heart raced with anticipation. He surveyed the scene before him: the Italian hunk, Marco, lay naked on the bed, and... oh my! That magnificent Italian ass! Victor couldn't help but lick his lips. He crept closer, his gaze locked on to the tempting target. Finally, he reached out and slowly, ever so slowly, pulled the sheets away. The Italian's big, round ass was revealed in all its glory. Victor took his clothes off and leaned in closer, pressing his body against Marco's back, and began to nibble on his neck, feeling the warmth of his breath against his skin. He continued to nibble and suckle at Marco's neck, feeling the muscles in his ass tighten beneath him.

The Italian hunk let out a groan, Victor smiled wickedly. He knew exactly what he had to do. He positioned himself behind Marco, his hard cock nestled against the entrance of his ass. Slowly, methodically, he began to push forward. The head of his cock pressed against Marco's entrance, and Victor could feel him tense beneath him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. With a sudden surge of power, he thrust forward, feeling the hot, velvety flesh of Marco's ass engulf his cock.

Marco cried out, arching his back further as Victor's cock slid deeper into him. The sensation was exquisite, almost too much to bear. Victor began to fuck him hard, his hips pounding against Marco's ass in a rhythmic cadence.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet smack of their flesh as it moved in tandem. Victor reached around, grabbing a handful of Marco's hair, using it to pull his head back and expose his neck.

"That's it, Marco," Victor whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're mine now, cum for me you bitch!" And with that, they came together in a passionate, sweaty embrace. As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, Victor collapsed onto the bed next to Marco, their bodies still connected by their entwined limbs. He smiled contentedly, feeling the weight of his release draining away. For a moment, they were both still, catching their breath, before Victor chuckled softly.

"This was your first time bottoming," Victor asked to Sylo, looking over at Marco with a wicked grin. "Do I make a good top?"

"I crawled out of him at the moment you were getting inside him." Alexander said across the room, he was now naked too with his heavy thick shaft swinging.

"Oh for god's sake, can you stop switching bodies for today?"

"You're my Master, but that doesn't mean I will let you top me," Alexander said, roping on the bed, he then grabbed Marco by his waist and shoved his entire shaft in one single thrust. Marco screamed, but Alexander gave his ass a hard slap and Marco went quiet.

Marco's phone started ringing, it was his wife. Alexander grabbed the phone and pulled Marco's hair. "Answer it!" Alexander growled in his ear while still fucking him.

"O-oh hey babe, uurrgghh... I'm in the middle of a meeting right now.... how is my baby angel?"

They changed positions, Alexander now had Marco on top of him, riding him while he still was talking on the phone. "I will stay at Alex's place for a few days... I know, babe, I'm sorry... I love you too." When the call ended, Marco finally let out all the moans he was holding during the call.

Victor was tired so he just watched Alexander fuck Marco non-stop for almost an hour. Finally, when Marco was about to cum, Alexander held Marco with his strong arms, so that Marco's cock was at his face level, and wrapped his mouth around Marco's shaft, just in time for Marco to start shooting.

After feeding, Alexander commanded Marco to freeze. He then lay down beside Victor, who was staring at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"Is there something wrong, Master?" He asked, gently caressing Victor's hair. "I thought you would enjoy watching Alexander destroying Marco's ass."

"It's not it... tell me Sylo, do you think the five of you are the only ones? Don't you think maybe there could be more?"

"I can't say for sure because I couldn't know. But theoretically, it could have been more eggs in that Comet... why the random question?"

"I think we are not alone. I believe there could be others here at the resort."

"But that would be a huge coincidence for us to meet others while on vacation, Earth is a very big planet... unless" He gave Victor a stern look. "Are you hiding something from us, Master?"

"I haven't been completely honest with you all." Victor sat on the bed and sighed. "The real reason of this vacation is that I think more bugs could be here."

"What are you talking about? How would you know?"

"Remember the first man you took over? The Captain of that military operation?"

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(1 month ago - USA)

"We're here, Master." Trent said. Trent was a popular gym coach who worked at a gym near Victor's house, after the bugs took over the bodies of the five military men, Victor, drunk with power, suggested the bugs to go to the gym next, once there, the five bugs converted all the hot muscular men working out that day into hosts, and Trent was one of Victor's favorites.

"Thank you for driving me here, Trent," Victor said, burying his face between Trent's big muscular pecs as he flexed them for Victor's amusement.

"Anything for you, Master," Trent said, gently burying Victor's face even more between his meaty pecs.

Without a bug inside his brain, Trent was put into autopilot mode, he was now just a mindless shell programmed to act like the old Trent, and of course, with Victor's suggestion, the bugs also programmed him and every other man on autopilot, to be Victor's slave.

As Victor was about to step out of the car, he had an Idea, he turned to Trent and smirked "While you wait for me, I want you to jerk off non-stop, I want you all sweaty when I'm back."

"Yes, Master," Trent responded, immediately pulling down his shorts, grabbing his 8 Inches cock and jerking off. Victor walked out of the car and went towards the military base.

After the gym takeover, the bugs explained to Victor that they could put the hosts on autopilot, Victor then went on a horny spree, helping turning every hot man he knew into a host and eventually into his slave. His hot neighbors, the construction crew that was working on a building near his house, random men he would see at the park — All fucked Victor at some point.

The military base in his city soon became Victor's next target in his quest for control. Accompanied by his five alien-controlled soldiers, Victor entered the base as if he already owned the place. The bugs crawled out from their hosts and began the takeover, turning one soldier after another into a slave for Victor. Now, these soldiers were no longer serving their country, but rather Victor himself.

Victor spotted the Captain waiting for him at the back doors of the base, Victor had learned that his name was Captain Torres.

"Hello Captain," Victor said, admiring the tall muscular man.

"Hi Master, where is your alien friends that turned me into a mindless shell?"

"I came alone this time," Victor walked closer to the Captain and felt his huge muscular arms.

"That's why you called me to meet you here? You missed these muscles, didn't you?" Captain Torres flexed his huge biceps in a cocky manner.

"Yes, I did miss these muscles," Victor smiled and pulled the Captain's head for a rough kiss. After a few seconds, Victor broke the kiss, leaving the Captain breathless. "But that's not the real reason I came here. I want you to search for something for me."

"Sure, Master, anything for you."

"I want to know the exact location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Master. That is confidential information and you're not an official. If I gave any private information about military business to a civilian, I would be breaking the law."

Victor chuckled. "It's honestly amazing how real you sound, anyone else would think you really mean that, in truth you're just a mindless muscle drone trying to act like the old Captain Torres would."

"But I am the real Captain Torres, Master"

"Put your hands behind your back and stand in attention." Victor commanded.

"Yes, Master." Captain Torres did what he was told, now standing with his hands behind his back, totally vulnerable to Victor. Victor grabbed the Captain's bulge and squeezed it.

Victor initially felt scared and intimidated by the much taller and more muscular hosts, he was afraid that those men would suddenly come back to themselves and kill Victor for taking advantage of their bodies. However, as he witnessed more and more big guys being converted into hosts, he started to become more confident. Captain Torres no longer intimidated him, now the only thing his presence did for Victor was to make his cock grow hard.

"You're not a real person anymore, 'Captain'. You're a pile of muscles programmed to act like the previous owner of these muscles. You know who these muscles belong to now?"

"Y-you, Master," The Captain responded, sweat forming on his forehead.

"That's right, I own your entire body. Now lead me to the command room, right now!" Victor then let go of the Captain's crotch.

"I don't know how to search for it, It's not my area. I will need to find Sergeant Jordan, he's an IT technician, he will know how to search for the location."

"Ok, what are you waiting for? Let's find him."

The captain guided Victor into the gymnasium, a cavernous space echoing with the sounds of exertion. Soldiers, engrossed in their workouts, turned to acknowledge Victor's presence. A few nodded, some offered smiles, and others, with a mix of pride and camaraderie, flexed their muscles in silent greeting. Victor savored the attention, reveling in his role as the master of these men. Amidst the rhythmic clanking of weights, Sergeant Jordan's formidable figure stood out. Noticing Victor, he set his weights aside and strode purposefully towards him.

"Hey Master, It's been a while. Are you back to make us fuck each other again? You should make Captain Torres bottom this time."

Victor walked towards Jordan and squeezed his meaty pecs. "As much as I would like to, I don't have time for it, the bugs don't even know I'm here."

"If you're not here to watch us fuck, then why are you here, Master?"

At the command room, the Captain sat on a nearby chair and looked at Sergeant Jordan. "Master wants you to find the location of the meteorite that fell in Italy."

"That is going to be impossible, the meteorite that fell in Italy was never found." Sargeant Jordan explained.

"That's because they searched for it in the wrong way, the meteorites work as a spaceship for the aliens, they pilot that egg by using telekinesis. The military was looking for a meteorite when they actually should be searching for a UFO. You meatheads only found the egg in my house because my noisy neighbor reported it."

"That makes sense, but It's going to take me some time; I will need to request access for the Air Force." Sergeant Jordan sat and started to type.

"Be quick, the bugs can't know that I'm here." Victor kneeled under the table between Jordan's legs and started to open his fly, freeing his thick 9-inch snake and started to suck.

"Yes, Master, I will do my best." Jordan moaned as Victor's tongue started to lap his shaft. Victor had forgotten how big Jordan was. On the day of the military base takeover, Sylo was the one who took over Jordan, that day he fucked Victor rough with this big tool while an orgy happenned in the background.

After sucking Jordan for a while, Victor stood up and kneeled between the Captain's legs and opened his fly, freeing his big thick 11 Inches.

"So you're... uuurrgghhh... hiding from the bugs huh?" The Captain asked. Victor took the shaft from his mouth and slapped it on his own face. "I'm not hiding from them, they just don't have to know everything I do." Victor slightly squeezed the Captain's balls. "You're not gonna tell them, are you?"

"I won't. I only answer to you, Master," the Captain said, grabbing Victor by the neck and pulling him into a long, wet kiss. Victor melted in the Captain's strong muscular arms.

"Wait, that's weird..." Sergeant Jordan muttered as he stared at the screen.

"What's wrong?" The Captain asked.

"On the day of Comet Clyde's passage, an Italian satellite detected an unidentified flying object at a resort called 'La Dolce Vita Resort'."

"Very well done Jordan," Victor said, walking to Jordan and kissing him, Jordan's softening cock now started to grow again.

"Shells can't cum without being authorized, so as a reward, I will let you cum by fucking Captain Torres." Victor glanced at the Captain, who did not look amused. "Captain, take your pants off and get on all fours, Jordan here is going to stuff your ass."

"Thank you, Master!" Sergeant Jordan grinned.

Victor took a photo of the resort address on the computer screen, while Captain Torres was already on all fours with his big muscular ass sticking up. Sergeant Jordan kneeled behind him and started unbuckling his belt. Victor gave them one last look, he wished he could stay and watch them, but he didn't have time. As Victor walked down the corridor, he could still hear the clapping noises and Captain Torre's loud moans.

Back to Trent's car, Trent was a moaning mess, his black tank top was drenched in cum and his muscles were glistening with sweat. He looked at Victor with his tongue out as he continued pumping his big meat for Victor.

Victor paid him no attention, instead reaching for his phone. He scrolled through his extensive list of contacts — he had added so many numbers in the past few months — until he found the name he sought: Mr. Thompson, his hot Daddy neighbor, the man Sylo was currently in. A deep, raspy voice answered on the other end. "Where have you been, Master? We were starting to get worried."

"I'm fine, I was just having a fun time with Trent."

"Come back, we are about to feed, and we know how much you love watching us feed. Bring Trent with you, the more the merrier."

"Oh, I don't know if he will be of much help," Victor said as he looked at Trent shooting another load. "And there it goes his last load."

"Bring him with you anyway, It's been a while since I fucked you in this shell."

"Alright, I will be there soon, Daddy..." Victor chuckled, "You guys have been so good to me. You know, Sylo, I was just thinking... what do you think of a vacation?"

______________________________________

"You did what?" Alexander's voice thundered through the room, anger etched across his face. "I can't believe you went ahead with that without even asking us first!"

"It was just a theory back then. Besides, we don't even know for certain if there are any other bugs here. I could still be wrong."

"I don't care, you put us all into danger! You should have told us!"

"Should I? I'm your Master, and you should obey me! That was the deal, remember?" Victor shouted. But as soon as the words left his mouth, regret followed. He didn't want to be an authoritarian Master; that wasn't the kind of leader he aspired to be. He wanted the bugs to be more than obedient pets; he wanted them to be his friends. Victor sighed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

Alexander gazed at Victor with a disappointed expression. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and Sylo swiftly crawled out of his mouth, disappearing under the door gap.

"No please come back, Sylo! I'm so-rry..."

Victor sat on the edge of the bed with his head down. Marco and Alexander — Now both empty shells, sat on his side and comforted their Master.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Party Animal

Steve hated parties. And who could blame him? The infamous Halloween party of 1984 left more scars on his heart than he carried from all his other misadventures. Alcohol made people say thinks they buried deep inside, but then instead of owning up to them, they'd say "I was drunk", as if that was any excuse. So yes, Steve and parties didn't go together anymore.

And yet he stupidly decided to throw one anyway.

Look, they deserved it. All of them did - Eddie, Nancy, Robin, even Jonathan and Argyle, they all earned acting like actual teenagers for one evening. Steve wanted to see Eddie, now miraculously his boyfriend, just have fun, laugh, be silly. So a party it was.

It all went great - dancing, drinking, nibbling on mountains of Argyle's homemade pizza - but eventually they all got drunk. Not Steve, he just sipped one beer and kept an eye on everyone. Jonathan and Argyle were smoking outside, Nancy and Robin flirted in the most embarrassing way possible and Eddie...

Steve heard sniffling from the bathroom and his heart sank.

He didn't want to go there. He didn't want to be told that this was all a misunderstanding, that he pressured Eddie with his flirting, didn't want to hear he's bullshit again.

But no matter how terrified he was, he could never abandon Eddie. So he went in.

Eddie was leaning over the sink, wiping at his face and trying to control his breathing. "Shit..." he muttered and turned away from Steve. "Sorry, I...uh. I'll be there in a sec."

"Eddie..." It came out as a whisper. "Are...are you okay? Did I do something?"

Eddie just chuckled and pulled hair in front of his face. "Sure did," he mumbled.

And it made horrible sense to Steve. Of course he was the reason Eddie was crying. He couldn't help fucking up, he'd tried so hard to change but apparently it was 1984 all over again. So he took a deep breath and waited for the final blow.

"You're just perfect, Stevie."

Oh.

That wasn't what being broken up with sounded like. In fact, Eddie didn't seem angry at him at all. "...sorry?"

Eddie laughed, wet and high in his throat. "Like, you...you are too good to be true, you know? You throw a party for us and then you even don't drink so we're all cared for if anything happens? You...you give your best friend a green light to date your ex who shredded your heart to pieces? You invite the guy that your ex cheated on you with and his friend? You're just so good about it. And you're funny and so bitchy that I want to kiss you all the time. And I just...I love you so much, you know? And I've never felt that way about anyone and it's fucking scary, man."

Steve's racing thoughts came to a screching halt. Where he was too busy panicking and praying he'd still have time to fix whatever he did, now his brain settled on maybe I'm not getting broken up with? "So, uh..." he muttered as he watched Eddie try fix his eyeliner, "...there's, like, nothing wrong? Or maybe...do you want me to go slower? I know I can be a lot."

His boyfriend gave an incredulous laugh. There was no salvaging the eyeliner now, it was getting caught in Eddie's early crow feet, and Steve had never seen a more beautiful sight. "No, Steve. You're not a lot. In fact, you're just enough in every single way, but knowing that you're it for me, that good things can happen...it makes me terrified. I've never put all my drugs in a single lunchbox, or whatever metaphor you want to use for it, but with you I'm just throwing all the caution into the wind. And for the first time, I..." he stopped, chewing on his lip, "...I don't want to run away when I mess up. I want to stay, face the music and fix it. You're re-writing the Munson doctrine again and again and I just...I don't want you to settle for me, Steve. You are the whole package and I'm still cleaning all my messes. I guess today showed me that and I...yeah. Sorry about all this," he pointed at his tear-streaked face.

Eddie suddenly seemed so small, so insecure, and that wouldn't do. It woke Steve up from his frozen state and he took a step forward, cradling Eddie's face in his palms. "I'm not. Settling for you, that is." He was probably smudging the black even more, but Eddie would have been beautiful to him even fully covered in grime, and there were more important things to focus on. "Eddie, you keep talking about the Munson doctrine and being work in progress, but you don't see how you've thrown all the stuff I used to do out of the window, and I'm better for it. With you, I don't feel rushed, I don't have to perform or pretend. I can just live in the moment."

As he continued his speech, something strange started happening. Seeing people cry normally had a guaranteed effect on Steve - just one tear, quiet sob and he pushed his emotions down to be dealt with later or possibly never, someone needed him, and that was the priority. But now, staring at Eddie's wet eyes and shaky hands? He felt his own face crumbling and what better place to hide it than in Eddie's Metallica t-shirt. It smelled of cigarettes, pizza and the cheap laundry detergent that had come to mean home to Steve. "Sorry," he choked out. "Shit. I was...sorry, I'm supposed to be...you know. Consoling you. But I heard you crying and I thought...I..."

Eddie shook his head and tightened his grip on Steve's waist. "Oh Stevie. Whatever that pretty head of yours thought of, it's not happening. Unless it's kissing me, which duh, that's happening, if you want to of course, and staying with me to the point that you're sick of me."

Steve just whimpered into Eddie's shoulder, something that suspiciously sounded like "Now who's perfect, huh?"

His boyfriend just chuckled. "I guess that in a way, we both are. Maybe for each other?" If he'd aimed for self-deprecating tone, he failed. Instead, it was hopeful.

Steve didn't answer, but his embrace said it all.

They remained wrapped around each other for a long while, until Eddie whispered in Steve's ear: "how about we let the others celebrate on their own, hm? They won't be driving, their stuff is already in the guest bedrooms, and I hear your bed is wonderful this time of the year."

There was a muffled "yes" coming from Eddie's shoulder, and a few adjustments and "Good night!"s later, they found themselves in Steve's bedroom. Eddie managed to remove most of the rogue eyeliner, which was lucky. The time in the bathroom wasn't the last time he shed a tear that day, because as they were falling asleep, Steve said:

"You might be the first person who is dating the real me, and I'd like you to be the last one as well."

Tomorrow, he'd hold a funeral for the Munson doctrine. But today, he was going to wrap himself around Steve like a cuddly octopus and know that even if he doesn't manage to hold on tight the whole night, Steve would be there in the morning.

[petew21-blog]

Fitness coaching, part 2

(a different inbox request 😈) I'll refer to you as kid and combine the stories. Hope you don't mind

Warning: The kid is just a nickname. The person in this story is of age

A high school assembly where Kevij Hjenas talks about his success and motivation

Kevin (or is it Kevin really?):"Hey everyone, today I am here to talk to you about following your passing and lack of motivation. First I gotta tell you how I started. How I wasn't so different from all of you..."

Kid to himself:"Yeah, you got it easy. You had the looks, you had the muscles and no one was beating your ass when you went to high school"

Kevin continuing:"So whenever you feel like giving up, you gotta stand up to that thing and beat it. And the biggest fight there's gonna be is the one that will be in your head"

Kid;"Sure, I wanna be the one in your head. Try being me for a sec while everyone is beating your ass, looking you in the lockers and picking on you for not being good enough."

Kevin:"And if you ever have a problem, don't worry to walk up to adults and ask for help. Most of the adults are willing to help you win your fight"

Kid:"Jesus, Kevin. I admire you and yet you come to school and talk to us about this bullshit? Nobody cares. Of course they don't. They don't want to fill the paperwork, talk to the parents. It's easier not to care. Damn. I wish I could be Kevin Hjenas and him to be me so that he could see what it's like to be a kid in high school again"

BAM

Kid tries to open his eyes, but can't. He can feel... stretched? Around something. He can feel something hard inside of him. He can feel a butt? What is going on?

He tried to scream:"What happened? Where am I?"

Kevin stops his speech as the voice inside of his head now turned more louder, but it sounds different. "Kevin? Go back to being an obedient speedo, would you? I got a presentation to finish."

Kid:"Kevin? What? I am... I am a student. I was just watching Kevin. Why are you calling me Kevin? Where am I? Did you just call me a speedo?"

Suddenly a kid's in the audience gets up from his seat. "I can see again. I can talk! Somebody help me. Someone stole my body." He stares in disbelief at his previous Kevin Hjenas body, or atleast the one who looks like him. "You did that! Give me my body back!"

Teacher:"That's enough of this outburst young man, you'll come with me to the principal."

The other kids lost it and the whole auditorium started laughing. This kid is gonna get beat up today so much more than usually.

(Not) Kevin to Kid as his speedo:"Look kid. Let me finish this and I'll explain. Ok? Just stay silent and I'll fix this. Ok?"

Kevin finishes the presentation and goes to the nearby park

Kevin:"So tell me what did you do before you ended up as my speedo?"

Kid:"I couldn't believe the bullshit you were talking at the assembly. I had the worst time yesterday and I envied you. Your body, your fame. Everything. So I wished to be in Kevin Hjenas body and him to be in mine"

Kevin:"Oh... I see what went wrong"

Kid:"It didn't work, that's what went wrong"

Kevin:"Well technically you are in Kevin's body. Cause... I'm not really Kevin. I'm wearing his body as a speedo and that gives me the ability to look like him. I'm a different person. So the one screaming in your body at the auditorium was the real Kevin in your body"

Kid:"Ok, then change me back to his body then. If you have the power."

Kevin:"It's not that easy... we gotta contact this writer. He writes stories and if you ask he grants you the wish in a form of a story/transformation. He likes to play with his subjects after. But the waiting time is horrible. He works all the time and only writes a few stories a day. So that is the tricky part"

Kid:"So what if we ask him nicely? Maybe if we explain the situation to him, he might understand"

Kevin:"You really are naive, kid. But it's worth a shot. Let's go home. You gotta get used to being a speedo and there is not better time to let you learn like now"

Kevin's dick gets visibly hard

Kid:"Oh, this is strange. But... it feels nice. I can actually feel it"

Kevin:"Just a few benefits of being a piece of clothing. Just wait till you feel me stroke myself or have an orgasm. Oh jesus. How old are you kid?"

Kid:"Don't worry. I'm old enough to feel you cum onto my... fabric?"

Two months later

Author:"Oh hey Kevin. Sorry for the waiting time. You wouldn't believe what kind of wishes all the people have. There was thos guy who wanted to be merged as Hulk and..."

Kevin:"Stop. This can't wait. I need a favour. And so does this kid." Kevin pulls down his shorts and points at his speedo

Author:"Is there something wrong with the real Kevin? You still look like him so what's the issue?"

Kevin:"The issue is, that this isn't Kevin anymore. Some kid from local High school wanted to swap bodies with him and he did. Kevin is now attending school again, while he is stuck embracing my dick as speedo"

Author:"Oh... well. I don't have good news for you boys. Because another spell intervened, I can't really do much about the appearance of Kevin's original body. But... there might be a solution. You may not like it"

Kid:"I don't care, I just want to feel what it's like to be a human again. Atleast for a while"

Kevin:"The kid is on board with whatever plan you got. Depends what it means for me."

Author:"It's quite simple, guys. You might have to learn how to share. You'll both have the ability to control your body, swapping with the speedo. Only one gets to control the human body, while the other rests as speedo"

Kevin:"I'm not giving this up. I worked hard to look like Kevin"

Kid:"You can't do this to me"

Kevin:"Can't you place his soul into something else, please?"

Author:"Wish I could, but both of these spell are now combined and can't be broken. If I take his soul away, you won't look like Kevin anymore. It's either this or full reversal. And let me tell you... Kevin is gonna be really pissed"

Kevin:"Would you be ok with that? Sharing a body like Jekyll and Hyde?"

Kid:"Who's that suppose to be?"

Kevin:"Jesus you kids these days. So... like Moon Knight?"

Kid:"Oh cool. If it means I get to be human and also Kevin, I'm in."

Kevin:"Ok, let's do this..."

Two weeks later, pier beach

Kevin:"You should stop with all these carbs. We'll get fat"

Kid:"Oh shut up. I'm enjoying myself."

Fan:"Hey, Kevin. Could I take a photo with you?"

Kid:"Oh yeah. Right on"

Fan:"Thank you. Could... could I touch your biceps, sir?"

Kid:"Oh of course. Go on. I can't get enough of these things too. They are massive right?"

Fan:"Haha. Yeah. Thank you"

Kevin:"You need to tone it down a bit. People are gonna get suspicious."

Kid:"Oh relax. You'll get your turn soon. I'm just enjoying my part of the day. I still think it's unfair that you get the night. I wanna party and fuck other people too. And not just as a speedo"

Kevin:"You'll have a chance soon. Don't worry"

Who knows if the boys will learn to share

A request from Inbox story set as a second part. Guys, you two might have to learn how to share 😁

Hello today is worst day of school someone just randomly pick on me and the worst is no one at the school cared for me, tomorrow kevin hejnas is coming to our school i just wish i could be him so i could feel what life would be as a famous man.

[kanmom51]

Spot the differences (again)

*This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while now waiting for me to finalize it. Much water has passed under the bridge since, but I still think it is relevant, maybe even more so now that 'Are you sure?' is about to land and this is the type of rhetoric we will be hearing a lot.

This post is a public service for all those that love to nullify Jikook interactions. Those that ot7-fy them. "JM is such a sweetheart, he loves all his members" or "JM is always so happy to see the other members, remember when..."

So yeah, I actually do remember when. And that is why I decided to bring them here for you to judge.

Let's put these two under a magnifying glass side by side why don't we?

RM joining JM in his birthday live.

JK joining JM in his Docu live

Thanks to cr./@jimimn for their amazing gifs, some of which I will be using here.

Start, why don't you, with JM's initial reaction.

JM literally lights up when he notices JK. He stops the video and calls out his name.

He's not happy.

He is overjoyed.

His face literally lights up.

His whole body is reacting.

He is down right giddy.

That whole body movement when he calls out to Jaykay again. His shoulders literally dancing - that is what I call a little JM happy dance, exclusively for JK.

When RM walks in JM is happy he's there. Happy. Not giddy.

And may I remind you that this is JM's birthday live. So RM is popping in to wish JM happy birthday while he's on live. And as expected JM is happy to see him.

Happy and laughing for a sec and then manages, with ease, to have a full on conversation with RM, setting up a chair for him by his side. Expecting RM to join his live.

Yes, JM set up a seat for RM to sit by his side, all while he shooed JK away telling him to take the chair with him.

Lmao.

JM's first question to JK: "why did you lose so much weight?"

All while not being able to keep his hands to himself and going in for his chestie besties.

From the second JK walked in JM could not keep his eyes off him. It's like we were non existent, and he knew that, he knows that is what happens when JK is around during a live, hence him not having one with JK even though he has been asked to do one by JK multiple times.

And that is exactly the reason why JM told him "you can go now".

JM needed to stay in focus. Watching the documentary and focusing on that and us, the audience watching him watch it.

This isn't a person he didn't want to have around.

This is a person that while around would render JM unable to focus on the documentary and us.

So best he not be there.

Even while watching the documentary when JK wasn't there anymore, even then, when the part with JK recording Letter came up, JM wasn't with us.

We always talk about the JM effect, but when it comes to JM and JK, there is definitley a JK effect to be talked about as well.

So, RM comes in to see JM, and JM gives him a stool to sit on and join him. RM wants to take a pic of JM, and JM tells him to "take a pic of this", which is an AI generated elf JM pic he had on screen and that he was showing us himself just a second earlier as RM just came in.

With RM JM is clearly happy that he joined him. They talk about RM's hair, about having to get a drink together, about JM doing his dance clips. It's a short visit, less than 2 minutes long, and yet they manage to actually form full sentences and have a somewhat meaningful conversation.

And then you have JK's visit, more or less a minute long and all you get is "you've lost too much weight my chestie besties are disappearing" (the second half of the sentence is what he wanted to say, didn't say it out loud but his actions most definitely told us everything, lmao), and "get out of here before I jump your bones", more or less.

Nah, but seriously. They couldn't even have a back and forth conversation. JM shy and unable to talk as JK approached, leaning back for JK to come closer to his mic and JK (for reasons unknown to myself) leaning further down (JK, that's not where the mic is at). JK dumb-founded by JM's weight loss comment and chest fondling, so instead, recovering as quickly as he could, he addresses us. And then JM is "you can go"... going in for a hug and JK is all "I'm sorry".

Now what is he sorry about exactly? Interrupting JM's live? Causing JM to be a total mess (which he totally was)? Or, being a total mess himself (which again, he was as well)?

As JK is leaving he tells JM to have fun with army watching the documentary, and JM again: "hurry up and go" physically helping him to leave.

I have never seen someone who was that excited to see another when they showed up (JM when JK appears) try to get rid of said other as fast and as hard as JM did with JK.

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And yes, JK was saying I love you to army (well, that's what we were supposed to understand), but this was JM as JK was leaving.

Why you so giddy giggly JM?

Is it because you were overjoyed by JK showing up? Was it because you know you malfunctioned? Or was it just because it was JK? Cause that is the effect he has on you.

You know what it brings me back to? The BTB of JM's SMF pt. 2 rehearsals and JK visiting him.

Not only how heavily edited it was but also the fact, and I did mention this in my post at the time, that we didn't get to see them as JK showed up. Unlike other BTBs with other members showing up for JM and us being 'allowed' to see his initial reaction and their greetings, we were robbed of that when it came to JK's visit. I asked why in back then. Rhetorical question. I knew the answer. We basically saw it right here in this live.

And this was RM leaving.

JM happy to see him, smiling as he was leaving, and back to business no fuss no muss, and definitley no lingering smile that he simply could not wipe off his face.

Look, you don't need a Master's degree in psychology or in the science of facial and body expression to see the difference between the two. And JM, well he's well aware of it. He knows that JK has a special effect on him. He knows that with JK around he can get lost in him. And when you have a live camera rolling at the same time, well that is something that he knows could be detrimental to his health, lol. It's about schedules not aligning for them to have a live together. It's about JM knowing that they cannot handle it (it's not just JM, we saw that very well with JK's deer caught in the headlights behavior in that live - man thought he could handle it and I think he found out that simply ain't the case).

So basically, to sum it all up, here is JM in each situation:

JM to RM:

"Hey mate, how you doing? Come, come, sit right next to me, join me in my live. How are things with you? New hair? We need to get together catch up over drinks? Oh, if you're taking a pic, take this one...here look at my screen. Ok, call me to make a date for drinks. See you..."

Not the exact dialogue, but pretty close I'd say, lol.

JM to JK:

"What are you doing here?" Wait. Chestie besties, gotta ask them how they are doing...Shit. Brain malfunction. "Get out of here before I jump your bones. And take that chair with you so there isn't even the slightest chance you sit here next to me, cause there is no way I will manage to continue this live if you stay".

Yep, those words did not pass his lips (barely any did), but his actions spoke volume.

Bottom line brings me right back to the start of my post.

You can't ot7-fy how JM and JK are with each other. You just can't. No matter how hard you try, the way they are with each other is unlike how they are with any other member, which they both love dearly, there is no question about that. Just not the same way that they love each other.

Period.

There is a reason why while dropping promos for "Are you sure?" their "chemistry" is mentioned. There is a reason why people that have seen only the trailer and/or their announcement have raised an eyebrow, the words boyfriends and honeymoon being mentioned (not by Jikookers btw). Because they, those two, their interactions are charged, they are different than with the others. We see it when the others are around as buffers, but we see it so much more when it's just the two of them.

I know that there are those that are waiting for something big to happen in the show, a big revealing scene or what not. I think they are going to be disappointed.

On the other hand there are those that think it's going to be so watered down that what we will be getting is two bros on a trip. I must say that I think they are wrong as well.

Jikook are Jikook. They can't hide what they are to each other. You don't need to see a loving couple making out to know that they are a loving couple. There are so many other tells. And those are things that you can't hide or water down. They are engrained in those two's interactions, facial expressions, tone of voice, and physical interactions or lack thereof as well. All of those can't be watered down or edited out completely. And they know it. Which is why, again, the word "chemistry" was used - they know they can't hide it so they try to give it a name, maybe disguise it a little. All while knowing we can't be fooled. Not really.

So yeah, I keep needing to tell myself this is actually happening. Because this is going to be huge. And it's going to be so much fun and chaotic and happy and just WOW!!

Three weeks to go!!!

And D-1 to Muse!!!

This is going to be friggin' awesome !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lit3rallyll0yd]

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. bsd x reader

p2.

gender: gender neutral

type: short scenario/imagine

characters: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, and akutagawa (i will make a part two<3)

warnings: lowercase writing, make-out sessions, suggestive writng, not smut!

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai had you pinned to the wall of the small cleaning closet in the agency. "out'of all the places.." you chuckled, feeling dazai's hot breath on your neck. you could feel his grin on your skin; "don't act like you didn't have the same idea~" you clutch a bunch of his hair and felt your stomach twist'n'turn. you laughed. "shut up and kiss me.." almost instantly you felt his lips smash onto yours, his arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, your back arching slightly. a soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his hand grab your thigh, squeezing it every now and then yo get a noise out of you. all of a sudden, the door hitting dazai's back caused him to jump and bit your lip. you screamed in pain, pulling your head away from. the bright light from outside caused dazai to look over his shoulder to see kunikida....words couldn't explain the speechless look on his face. ironic. he clearned his throat, closing the door a little later....you could hear him stutter something along the things of, "he couldn't find the vaccum.." and dazai looked back to you slowly..."well.." he couldn't stop the small blush form to his cheeks, "dazai.." you started, licking your lip, "i think my lip's bleeding..."

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya had his mouth all over your neck, gently kissing it and sometimes taking a small nibble here and there. your whimpers was music to his ears. he wanted to hear more of it. "c-chuuya~" you whispered, his teeth nibbling your ear lobe softly. "chuuya, please! i want to kiss you!" you begged, already? you wrapped your arms tighter around chuuya's neck, his head moving ever so slowly away from your neck. "needy? are we?~" he teased, causing you to groan. he chuckled, complying to your wishes and connected his lips to your own. taking in the moment of your fingers tugging onto his hair. he licked your lower lip, however before you could open your mouth...the door of your bedroom suddenly opened causing chuuya to shriek and grabbed a blanket, throwing it over your body.. looking up, he saw dazai with a shocked face. in his hand were two bags of takeout and in the other was a tray of soft drinks. "bastard!" chuuya grabbed a loose pillow and tossed it at the man. dazai easily dodged it and smiled, "what a great way to welcome your ex-partner~ i almost feel loved~" he joked, sitting on the chair just in front of the bed. thank god you and chuuya didn't undress- "what the hell, man! it's 10:35! AT NIGHT!" "and i thought this would be a perfect time for a movie night!" dazai turns the television on. "besides~ it's not like i walked in on anything...or did i-?~" - "JUST CHOOSE A MOVIE, DAMMIT!"

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi waited until the room was empty, before he grabbed your shirt and pulled you in for a kiss. you were shocked, dropping your papers in hand and watched them scatter all over the carpet before your mind was racing. "atsu-" you tried to speak, but the moment his mouth reached your neck and licked it, you were at a lost for words. you whimper, your knees giving and fell on the couch, atsushi following you. pinning you to the cushions. his hand was resting behind your head, playing with your hair while his other hand creased your thigh up and down. "what's gotten-" you squirmed, feeling his neck give you one last kiss. "i needed this~" he blushed. he never saw himself doing this, but he needed to feel you. as you got into the moment, grabbing his hair and started to tug on it, getting him all railed up, the door burst open...ranpo's voice immedialy threw you outta your love trance, and you tried to push atsushi off you, but he hugged you tight, his face exteramly red. "ranpo! get out!" he screamed as ranpo made no reaction to what he just walked into, "just gimme a sec', i can't find myyyyyy-" he trailed, digging into a box full of candies and sweets, suddenly taking out a sucker! "aha! okay, i'm leaving now! don't get your tail in a knot, atsushi!" ranpo held is hands up, putting his lolipop in his mouth and thd door closed behind him. you had a blush on your face, chuckling seeing atsushi hide his face into you shirt. a whine left his lips as you rubbed his head. maybe next time.

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa froze. here you were, wearing nothing but your ADA work shirt, already buttoned up, and black underwear. with a scream you tossed yourself back onto your bed and covered your body with the blanket. "a-aku! i didn't know you were- god dammit!" you blushed mad, your legs all shakey and your face hot. there was a moment of silence, making you go more red. did he leave? did he get to uncomfortable? he was the ine who walked in- but still, did he not like the why you looked? did you have to much fat- all of a sudden you felt the blanket slowly reveal yourself, your upper half visible to him and only him. without words, he crashed his lips onto yours and you felt your heart skip a beat. you thought he would've at lease said something!! ... "i'm sorry.." he kissed you again, and again, and again.. "i didn't know you were changing.." he apologized, tracing hid hand up your shirt and rubbed up and down your torso. you kissed him back, "such a gentlemen~" the blanket around your legs began to pull down, the cold air hitting your bare legs. before each of you could do anything, atsushi burst through your bedroom door..."y/n! i've been calli-"he froze. he stopped functioning. all of your were quiet. akutagawa was quick to cover your body with his owb, hugging you close and glaring deadly daggers at the boy. your face was in your boyfriends neck and you had a dark red blush decorating your face. "weretiger..." atsushi saw his life flash before his eyes and started to run out of your hallway, "AH! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN- I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!! AKUTAGAWA- YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T KILL ME FOR 6 MONTHS- WHAT WOULD DAZAI THINK-AH!" as your boyfriend chased atsushi around your home, you took your time to get changed and looked back at your phone to read 7+ messages from atsushi...saying you were gonna be late for work and he was here to pick you up...like you asked him to yesterday...shit.

[sleepypanda27]

Lost In Translation

Bucky x reader

Summary: You ask Nat for some language lessons to impress Bucky.

Words: 672

"What are you looking at?" Nat curiously asked, moving closer to you and following your eyes. "Oh," She chuckled, seeing that that was Bucky, who you were staring at. "You should ask him out." She said a bit too loudly for your liking. Bucky turned around to look at both of you for a second before turning his attention back to the movie that was playing on the screen.

"Nat!" You shoved her shoulder, whisper-shouting at her. "Stop it!"

"I'm serious." She laughed. "It's clear as a day that you like him. I don't see where's the problem?"

"I can't just walk up to him and ask him out." You leaned back. "I was thinking…Could you teach me some words in Russian?" You asked.

"I don't know how that could help you, but sure." She smiled mischievously.

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All week she taught you some basic phrases in Russian. She convinced you were doing great.

It was an early morning when you met Bucky in the kitchen.

"Dobroe utro." (Good morning) You said with a big smile.

"Dobroe." (Morning) He replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee, without even noticing that you were speaking a different language. "Wait a sec." He stopped what he was doing. Looking up at you, a bit confused, he was unsure if heard it right. You just smiled and walked away.

After that interaction, you were sure you were doing pretty good.

Later that same day, you saw Bucky walking towards you in the hallway and thought it was your time to shine.

"Hey, Bucky!" You greeted him excitedly.

"Hi, doll. What's up?" He smiled, happy to see you.

"Ja dumaju shto u tebja milaja popka. Idjom na svidanie? " (I think you have a cute butt. Let's go on a date?) You said, with confidence, assuming you asked how his day was going and that yours was going well.

Bucky didn't say a word, staring at you surprised, his eyes wide, and mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe you said something like that.

"Did I say something wrong? Nat said it meant how is your day.." You blushed, starting to feel vulnerable.

"Did Tasha teach you to say that?" Bucky dropped his head, a smile spreading on his face. "That explains everything." He looked up at you again, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"What did I say?" Now you knew you said something completely different from what you intended. A cold shiver run down your back.

"My answer is yes." He chuckled.

"Bucky, what did I say?"

"You said my ass looks nice. And asked me out on a date."

You couldn't form a sentence, not even a word. You felt your face burning, and you wanted to hide. You weren't sure if you wanted to kill Natasha or thank her. But on the other hand, apparently, you had a date with Bucky.

"Doll, is our date on?" He had to ask since you hadn't said a word yet, and you resembled a ghost, your face drained of color. "I wanted to ask you out myself a couple of times, but couldn't get the courage," He smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. "And there was always something interrupting me whenever I wanted to ask."

"Really?"

"Yes, I even wanted to ask you after the movie night, but I think you were talking about asking out someone."

"Nat said I should ask you out."

"So, instead of that, you wanted to learn Russian to impress me?"

"Now that I'm thinking about it more, it makes no sense." You smiled.

"Doll, I'm already impressed." He chuckled, looking at his watch." I'm so late, Steve is going to kill me. Let's talk more tonight, of course, if our date is still on?"

"It is." You didn't know why where you still blushing.

"Great," He smiled, sending you a flirty wink while walking away. "I'll pick you up at seven. Get ready for the best date ever."

[justwhisperingfantasies]

The Girl At The Rockshow Part 2

Characters: Jensen Ackles (xreader). Steve Carlson. Mentions of other bandmates. Made up BFFs. Made up friends of Jensen's.

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Ended abusive/controlling relationship. Let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: Getting dragged to that live show might have been the best thing that ever happened to you. Now you get to spend the day with Jensen as he shows you around Austin.

Word count: 7,000 words

A/N: I know this one is a little longer, but I couldn't stop. I had fun writing this one. Hope ya'll enjoy it. 💗

Part 1

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{}Jensen’s P.O.V{}

He stood there and watched the Uber pull away in shock. It had been such a long time since someone had enticed him like she did. When the tail lights faded into the night he walked over to his bandmates smiling. 

“Hey there Romeo,” Steve said. 

Jensen rolled his eyes. “Are we ready?  Where’s Carl?” 

“Right here,” Carl said, getting into the driver's seat. Jensen and Steve got in the backseat of the SUV. 

Jensen could feel Steve’s eyes on him. He turned his whole body to look back at Steve. “Sup?”

“Are you gonna see her again?” Steve asked with a cheeky grin. 

“We are supposed to have lunch tomorrow and I told her I’d show her around Austin.” He paused and his eyes went wide. “But dumbass me forgot to ask her what time and where to pick her up”

“Dude.. “ 

“I had some drinks and I was taken off guard when she kissed me I blanked. I have her number though.”

“ Tell me more, Tell me more…” Steve started singing the song from Grease. Barely able to get the lyrics out before laughing. 

Jensen was not amused, he tightened his jaw and his lips went in a straight line. “Are you done?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, found her contact, and hit the call button. “Hey (y/n) It’s Jensen,” He said when she answered. 

“Jensen…?”  

She giggled when he sighed into the phone. “ Ya know, Jensen Ackles famous actor, rockstar, and the guy that totally swept you off your feet tonight,” he said with a smile. 

“Ahhh, that Jensen.” He rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Isn’t there an unwritten rule with guys having to wait 3 days before calling the girl?” 

He clicked his tongue. “You know what you’re right. I’ll talk to you in 3..”

She laughed. He absolutely loved that sound. “ I was just kidding. What’s up?”

“Well, I have this problem. I have a date tomorrow with this sassy little thing..”

“Doesn’t sound like a problem. She sounds awesome.” She laughed again. 

“Can I finish?” He bantered back and took her silence as a yes. “ She never told me where and when to pick her up.”

“Oh, now that is quite a pickle there, Mr. Ackles.”  She said sarcastically. “ When would be a good time for you to pick her up?” Hey, can you hold on a sec?”

“Sure?” The phone went silent. He looked at Steve. “ I’ve been put on hold.”

Steve gasped dramatically “The audacity!!” 

“Right!!”

“I heard that,” she said giggling. “ And I’m supposed to tell you to bring Baby? Apparently, I will just love it.

He smiled. “ I can do that. I’ll see you at 11. Text me your address?” 

“Are you gonna tell me what bring Baby means?”

“You’ll see.”

She huffed making him chuckle. “Fine. I do have one more question.”

“Shoot.”

“What are you wearing?” His eyebrows raised. 

“Well considering I’m still in the car I’m in the outfit you just saw me in.” He paused. “ But if you want I could call you back when I get home.” He said in a playful tone. He heard a sudden burst of laughter then the cutest snort ever. “ Ma’am, did you just snort?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about sir,” she said embarrassed. He could see her cheeks turning pink in his mind. “ But I was talking about tomorrow.”

“ Oh, I’m coming in the orange tux from Dumb and Dumber. “ She laughed again. “Top hat and all sweetheart,”

“ Please!! I would love to see Jensen Ackles walking about downtown Austin in that!!”

“I bet you would!” he said and both of them laughed into the phone. 

She caught her breath “ In all seriousness could we make it like a jeans and t-shirt kind of thing?”

“That sounds perfect.” 

“Ok. I’ll see you at 11.”

“It's a date,”

“ Goodnight again, Mr. Ackles.”

“Goodnight (y/n)”

He tapped the red icon with a big smile on his face. 

“Awww,” Steve said in a cutesy voice. 

Jensen’s face hardened as he looked at Steve and pointed 2 fingers at him. “Shut up.” His phone buzzed. It was (y/n) sending her address. He smiled again. 

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{}Reader’s P.O.V{}

“Are you sure you don’t wanna just see how the sundress looks?” Mac said walking into your bedroom to plug her curling iron in. She used the plug next to your nightstand so you didn’t have to get up. 

“No, we agreed on jeans and a T-shirt.” You said you sit on your bed while Zoey Sweet brushes makeup on your eyelids. Zoey, nothing fancy, right?

“(y/n) I got you. Just a soft neutral smokey eye. A hint of bronzer and mascara. That’s it.” 

“Are you nervous?” Zoey asked

“No Z, not at all,” you said in a sarcastic voice. “ Of course, I’m freaking nervous.”

“There,” She said sweeping one last time. “Let me see them open.” you opened your eyes. “Don’t think of him as Jensen Ackles. He’s just a guy. “ she grabbed the mascara. Turning back around to find you and Mac both blinking hard at her with blank stares. “I’m just trying to help, you seemed pretty confident on the phone last night.”

“Yeah, I also had alcohol in my system last night.” You said. “Maybe I should do some shots.” Mac raised her eyebrows. “That was a joke,” you said as you rolled your eyes. 

Zoey finished your makeup and you took a couple of sips of coffee before Mac started on your hair. “How much time do I have?” 

You looked at your watch, “It’s 10:20.” as you said it the butterflies in your stomach came to life. 40 minutes. 40 minutes and he would be here. The butterflies got bigger. 40 minutes and you would be going on a date with the man known as Jensen Ackles. “I’m going to throw up.”

“(y/n) Relax..”

“How? 40 minutes Mac.” you checked your watch “ 39 minutes now. He will be”

“Stop.” She sat the curling iron down and took your hands “ Deep breath in.” You both took a deep breath in, and you held it with her. “And out. Then again.” you both repeated the process 2 more times. “Better?”

“Yes.”

“Now stop thinking about it.”

“Easier said than done.” 

“Play a game on your phone or something.” She handed you your phone and then started on your hair again. You opened the Sudoku app you had on your phone and focused on the puzzles. You got through 2 puzzles. 

“All done,” Mac said hitting the off button and setting the wand down. “ Go look.” 

You walked into your bathroom. You looked good. Your hair was in perfect loose curls, The smokey eye was the perfect combo of sexy and natural, and Your white deep v-neck fitted t-shirt with your favorite pair of skinny jeans that showed your curves off. Zoey and Mac were both in the doorway nodding in approval. 

“You look really good, babes,” Mac said. 

“For sure. You are gonna blow him away!” Zoey agreed. 

“Thank you.” Said hugging them. You checked your watch. “15 minutes.” Mac rolled her eyes. You grabbed your locket. “Here one of you help me.” Mac stepped forward put it around your neck and clasped it. “Thank you.”

“No problem?

“Downstairs?” They nodded and got up. You grabbed your cup and led the way. You went to the kitchen while Mac and Zoey went to the living room. You put your cup in the sink and spun around heading for the living room. Halfway there your phone buzzed.

Jensen: Gonna need a gate code there sweetheart. 

You: Shit. Sorry its 431139

Jessen: appreciate it. See ya soon 😉

You smiled as you walked into the living room. “What?” Mac asked. You explained how you forgot to send the code. “So he’s here?” Just then you heard a humming. It sounded like the humming of a muscle car’s engine. “Yep, he’s here.” The butterflies came back as the humming stopped. 

“Deep breaths!” Mac said. You took a couple, but it didn’t help. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You jumped as the doorbell rang. “Do you want me to get it?” 

“No, I got it. Just catch me if I pass out, k?’ She smiled at you. 

“ Who is it?” you yelled as you walked toward the front door.

“I'm reaching out about your car’s extended warranty.” you heard through the door. 

“Really?” you turned the handle and opened the door. “ Is that the best you..” you lost your words when you saw him in that backward baseball cap, and fitted shirt with Family Bussiness Beer Company printed on it. Jeans hugging him in just the right places. “Got”

He smiled his big dazzling smile. 

“Well I was gonna say FBI, but then I remembered you’re too cool for Supernatural, so you wouldn’t get the reference.” He winked. 

“ Like I don't get enough shit for not knowing supernatural huh?” He chuckled. You stepped back and gestured a welcome in. 

“Nice place.” He said as he stepped into the house.

“Thanks.” The 3 of you said at the same time making him raise his eyebrows. 

“You want a drink or anything?” Mac asked him. 

“I Got one in the car, thank you though.” Mac smiled at him. 

“Let me just grab my purse and we can go. Yeah?” 

“Sure. No rush.” Jensen Looked over at Mac and Zoey who were gazing out at Baby. He chuckled. “ You can go say hi if you want.”

“For real?” Zoey Asked. He nodded. They Ran out the door.

You heard Jensen let out a whistle as you stopped in the doorway. You rolled your eyes as you pulled the small crossbody over your head. “Oh come on, You know you look good.” He smiled and your cheeks got warm.

“Thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself, Mr. Ackles.” you winked at him and his smile got bigger. “ Where’d everyone go?”

“They went out to see Baby.” 

“Freaking nerds,” you said in a playful tone. 

“Not nerds. They just know good TV.” You both chuckled. “You ready?” You nodded. He gestured for you to go first. His hand found the small of your back as he followed you. 

You stopped at the top of the steps and your eyes went wide when you saw her. A 1967 shiny black Chevy Impala. “That's baby?” 

“Yep that's her,” he said shutting your front door and walking up to stand beside you. 

“She’s pretty!!”

“Thank you. She's a very important part of Supernatural. She's Dean's car.” 

“They let you keep one?”

“Actually Jared and I both got one. Jared Padalecki. He played Sam. Dean's younger brother.”

“Didn't He play Dean Forester on Gilmore Girls?”

“Oh of course him you know.” He scrunched His lips. 

“I'm sorry I watched it in high school.”

“Yea yea.,” He said smiling. 

“You guys about done yet?” You yelled over at your friends as you walked down the porch steps. 

“Can we take a picture real quick?”  Zoey asked as she stuck her lip out. 

“Of course” He walked over to them holding his hand out. “ Here I'll take it.”. Zoey handed him her phone. He snapped a few of them smiling leaning on the front. 

You walked over beside him “ Here make their year. “ You said taking the phone and nodding him in their direction. He smiled and walked over, standing between them he wrapped his arms around their shoulders. Their faces went red as they smiled. You snapped a couple “ You guys good?”

“For now,” Zoey said as she walked over to take her phone. And started swiping through the pictures. 

Jensen and Mac stood there for a minute. He turned to her. “ I thought something came up today?” 

“Oh, I lied. You’re welcome.” She said then her face went hard. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

“Thank you.” He looked over at you and smiled. “ Trust me, I won’t”

“Yes, Zoey you look hot next to Baby,” You said as she showed one of the pictures. “ I should probably go now huh?”

“Remember, he’s just a guy.” she smiled at you. “Have fun, my dear.” You gave her an excited smile and walked over to him. 

“Have fun, Be safe,” Mac said as she started to walk away. 

“Yes ma’am,” He said leading you to the passenger side of the Impala. He opened the door and gestured for you to get in.

“Aw what a gentleman,” you said sitting down on the bench seat. 

He shut the door and then leaned down to the open window “And don’t you forget it.” he said smiling.  He walked over to the driver's side and got in.  The car hummed to life as he started it. “Seatbelt.” He said as he looked down at your lap bet. You wrapped the straps around your hips. You tried to adjust it to your size but the strap wasn’t budging. “That’s Jared’s fault.” He leaned over to help you. Your heart pounded out of your chest the side of his face just inches from yours as he pulled on the strap.” He spilled something on it a while ago and jammed the clasp up.” You took a deep breath and looked out the window trying not have have a panic attack. He finally got the strap to tighten.”There.” Your breath hitched when he turned his face to yours, He cleared his throat and quickly leaned back into his seat. You took a deep breath. 

“Uh, You hungry?” He said putting the car into reverse. 

“Not really,” you said still trying to breathe normally. “ but if you’re hungry, we can go get something.” 

He turned his body putting his arm across the top of the seat. The car started rolling backward as he looked out the back window. His fingers resting on your back made your heart flutter. Once the car was on the road he turned back and your heart sank a little when he took his fingers off your back, wrapping them on the steering wheel. He shifted the car into drive. “ There’s something we have to take care of first.” He said with a smile and then drove away from your house. 

As he turned left out of the complex you looked down to a white box sitting in between you and him. You leaned to take a peak. It was cassette tapes. “ Cassette tapes?” you pointed to the box. 

He chuckled. “Yeah, uh it’s. Never mind.” He said rounding the corner the corner as earlier. You gave him a puzzled look. “Supernatural.” 

“Ah,” you said looking back at the tapes. “Can I pick one?”

“Well driver usually picks, but go for it.” He said with a smirk. 

You fingered through the tapes of Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica, and more. They were all solid bands. There was one labeled Dean’s Mix. You thought why not as you took the tape out of its case and stuck it in the tape player. Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd. His fingers started to drum on the steering wheel as the drums kicked in. “Mama told me when I was young… “ He sang quietly. “ Don’t like Dean, but you’ll listen to his music huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I’m just trying to see if he’s worth my time.” He let out a laugh as his head lifted slightly. Going through the round-a-bound you started humming the song. 

“So we can add Lynyrd Skynyrd to the list of likes. What else?”

“Piña Coladas”

“Really?” He tilted his head. 

“Mmhm.” you nodded. “Oh, you know what I really like…”

“What?” He looked at you

You turned to him and smiled. “Getting caught in the rain.”  

He shook his head. “Damnit you had me there for a minute.” you chuckled “ Seriously though. What other bands do you like?”

“Well, are you talking classic rock, 90s rock, today’s stuff?”

“70s,” he said slowing down for traffic There was a stop sign up and a decent-sized line of cars waiting. 

“ Ok, the 70s you got Led Zeppelin, Blue Öyster Cult, Creedence Clearwater Revival, REO Speedwagon Eagles, Aerosmith has a few decent songs,” 

“Aerosmith?” He said pulling up and then stopping 

“Had a few decent songs yes.” He laughed and you continued. “Genesis Misunderstanding is one of my favorite songs of all time. There’s The Doors, Van Halen, Chicago, ZZ Top, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Love Tom Petty my dad was big on him. Do you want more?” You asked. You guys finally made it to the stop sign.

He looked to see if he could go. “Absolutely.” He smiled at you while turning right. 

You took a deep breath in. “ Black Sabbath, Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here brings a tear to my eye” You held you’re hand up “ In a good way.” He still had a smile on his face.  “The Who, The Police, Fleetwood Mac, Blondie, Heart, Queen, Deep Purple, Although I only know a couple of songs from them.” 

He looked at you with amusement in his eyes. “Any more?”

“ The Rolling Stones, Ramones Grateful Dead, Rush,” you put your hand up to your chin thinking if you missed any.  “Oh and Kiss”

“Really?” He said in shock. “Kiss?”

You let out a small sigh. “Yeah, My mom was a really big Kiss fan…” you looked out the window and managed to hold back the tears. “ You wanna cover the 80s?” you turned back his way. 

He smirked. “Give me your number one from the 80s.”

“Well, that's easy.” He raised his eyebrows. “ Metallica.” He nodded in approval as he drove under bridges with highways going all different directions. “Well that all looks very complicated,” you said pointing out the window. 

“It can be, Thank god for smartphones. huh?” He said smiling at you

“Yea, no shit.” You smiled back. “So who’s your number-one band from the 80s?”

“I’d probably have to go with Metallica too, but there were other good bands that came out in the 80s,”

“Like?”

“Like Mötley Crüe, Bon Jovi, Warrant, and  Cinderella.” You nodded. “Alright. So you just like rock?”

“Ha. Not to sound cliche, but I like music.” You pull out your phone and read off some of the various artists from all types of genres currently in your playlist. 

He smiled at you “ I like it.”

“Full disclosure, I might have thrown a couple of Radio Company songs in there last night.”

“Really?”

“What can I say? Steve’s got a great voice” you said giggling. He smiled. “ I guess the other lead singer isn’t so bad.” 

He chuckled, “Well, thanks. " You giggled again. Stopping at the red light, he put his left hand on the wheel, draped his right arm behind the bench set, and stretched his shoulders. You held your breath, thinking he was putting his arm around you, and felt disappointed when you realized you were wrong. He turned to you, “ So you had time for music in college, but not TV?”

You brought your index and middle fingers to your temples, then started rubbing circles on them. “I will watch it.”  He laughed. 

“No pressure, sweetheart.” you huffed and he laughed again.  Just then Paradise City by Guns N’ Roses started playing. 

You sighed loudly. He looked at you and bit his lip to hold back a smile. “Do you care if I fast-forward it?”

“With that attitude, I’m not telling you no.” 

You hit the button. “ Not an attitude, an annoyance.”

“Well, we found one for the dislikes. Can I know the reason?” The light turned green and he turned left onto E Oltorf St. leaving his arm over the seat.

You found the next song. “They aren’t bad, but I just don't like the way they treat their fans. Makes me furious. Entertainers would be nothing without fans. No offense.”

“None taken, " he said" I agree 100 percent,”  

“So are you gonna tell me what this super important thing we have to take care of first is?” 

He smiled. “You will see” he brought his right arm up and laid his hand behind you on the seat. 

“Oh come on Ackles. Not even a hint?”

“Nope.” He shot you another bedazzling smile while slowing down for another red light.

“No Fair.” You lightly slapped his outer thigh with the back of your hand. “Are we close at least?” 

“Ouch!” you squinted at him. He smiled again. “About 3-5 minutes depending on traffic. Though I think I need a hospital now.” The light turned green and he let off the break. He turned right when he made it to the intersection. 

“Ya big baby, would you like me to kiss it?” 

He raised his eyebrows. “ It would probably help.” and then glanced at you from the corners of his eyes. As he slowed down for another red light. You put your hand on the seat between you, staring him in the eyes you started to slowly lean down. His jaw tightened. You watched his leg muscles tighten when you got close. You pressed your lips to the spot where you slapped and then patted it.

“Better?” you asked bringing your upper body back up to lean on your seat. 

He cleared his throat. “Much, thank you.”

“No problem.” The light turned green. As he gave the Impala gas he readjusted his hand that was behind you. His fingertips were on your shoulder and the butterflies made another appearance in your stomach. Waiting For a Girl Like You by Foreigner started playing. Oh, what a great time for a sappy love ballad you thought to yourself. Jensen started singing. He made it through 5 green lights. You sat there silently enjoying his incredible voice. The next light turned red before he could get through it “Holy cow. They sure do like their red lights,” you said as he came to a stop.

“You're tellin’ me.” he continued singing.

You looked across the intersection to find a store with a big red boot sitting on the awning above the door. “ Allen’s Boots,” you said out loud. 

“Allen’s caught your eye huh?” He smirked. 

“Yeah, I should probably look into buying a pair of boots. They might kick me out of the state if I don't.”  He laughed and slightly lifted his head again. It wasn’t that funny you thought. He inched up and the arrow turned green. He turned and parked along the street by the boot store. “Uh, I don’t have to right this second.”

“Actually I was planning on coming here. I was gonna tell you the first thing you have to do is buy a pair of boots since you live in Texas now.” You both laughed. He turned the engine off and rolled his window up in kind of a hurry. You grabbed the handle and started rolling yours up. He pushed the lock of the door down when he got out and came over to your side of the car. You opened the door. He gently pushed it back closed and opened it for you. 

You rolled your eyes. “ I appreciate it, but you don’t have to do that all day,” you said as you got out of the car. He pushed the lock down and shut the door. 

“We’ll see.” he stuck out his right elbow in your direction. “ Come on, cowgirl let’s go get you some boots,” he said in a southern accent. 

You laughed and locked your arms in his. “Yee-haw.” He laughed as you guys started walking towards the front of the store. He grabbed the door handle. “I won't run around the car anymore, but if I’m next to you I’m gonna open the door for you. I won’t budge on that one.” He said as he opened it. 

“Deal. Thank you,” you said as you walked through. You stopped and looked at the store. It was huge. Boots boots and more boots. With a cowboy hat section and what looked to be a bar in the back. He stopped beside you. 

“Hey Jensen.” An older man walked you to him with his hand out. Jensen took his hand and shook it. “ Arthur. How’s the wife and kids?”

“Good. Good. Everybody’s good. How’s your folks?” 

“They are good. Dad is still building that shed. Mom is still complaining about the wood sitting around.” He said with a smile. Arthur laughed and then looked at you. “ This is (y/n), She just moved to Texas and is looking for some boots.” you stuck your hand out and Arthur shook it.

“I know just the ones, We just got them in yesterday. Follow me.” Arthur said then turned and started walking. 

“After you,” Jensen said as he gestured with his hand. His hand found the small of your back again as he walked beside you. 

Arthur led you two to the far right wall and passed the hat section. He stopped and picked up a pair of brown hooch boots with a white flower design embroidered on them. He handed you the boot. “Aw, I love it!” You gave him your size and he headed to the back to find a pair. 

Jensen held his hand out “These are sharp, cowgirl.” He said looking at the boots  “ We can look around more if you want.”

“We can, but I’m still buying them.” he smiled. “Oh and maybe a hat.” you winked. 

“I think you’d look mighty fine in a cowboy hat, little missy.” He talked in a Southern accent again. 

You giggled. Arthur came back out with a box. You slipped off your sneakers and put the boots on. You walked to the full-length mirror at the end of the aisle. 

Arthur turned to Jensen. “Well, she’s pretty.”

Jensen smiled. “More than pretty Arthur.” you started walking back down the aisle and Jensen looked you up and down smiling his bedazzling smile again. Your cheeks got hot. 

“It's been a while since I've seen you smile that big kiddo.”

“I know Arthur, I know.” you made it back to the men. “Whatcha think?”

“I’ll take them.” 

“Anything else for ya darlin’?”

“Arthur, Could you pick me out a cowboy hat to match?” You asked and Jensen chuckled. 

After Arthur found the right one for you he led you guys up to the register. “ Louise, give her Jensen’s family and friends discount ok?” He took your hand in his again. “It was lovely to meet you, my dear. Keep him outta trouble, would ya?” 

“I will try,” you said. Arthur chuckled as he walked away. 

You turned to the lady at the register. “Howdy little lady. Hey Jensen. How’s your mama?”

“She’s good. Louise, (y/n). (y/n) Louise.” you got in his back pocket and took out his wallet.

“Nice to meet you, Louise,” you said and then turned to Jensen. “Put it away.” he smiled. “I’m not kidding Jensen.” your voice got serious. He put his wallet away. 

Louise smiled. “Nice to meet you too darlin’” 

She gave you your total “ Shoot I forgot his discount, hold on.” She gave you your new total and you slid your card out of your wallet. Jensen tried to put his hand up to the reader, but you slapped it away. You inserted your card and paid for them yourself. “ Ya’ll have a good day,” Louise said as she handed Jensen your bags and then held out your receipt to you.

“You too,” You and Jensen said at the same time. He chuckled and you both headed for the door. Jensen pushed throw the door and held it for you. 

“Thanks,” you said. And started for his car.  

“Anytime.” he walked next to you. You were irritated and he noticed. “ You alright?”

“No, I have my own money, Jensen. I don’t need you buying me stuff.” you stopped at the back of the car and turned towards him. “ You know I’m not in this for your money or the things you can buy me right?” you looked down.” And I damn sure don’t need your parents’ friends thinking that.”

“Hey,” he put his fingers under your chin and lifted your face to look at him. “ Nobody was thinking that.” Your heart fluttered when he slid his hand to the side of your face. 

“And if I thought for a second that you were in this for my money, I would not be here,” he said with his mossy green eyes still staring into yours. 

You sighed. “I might have overreacted,” you said as you leaned into his hand  “I'm sorry, I just don't want you or anyone else thinking…” He put his thumb on your lips. 

“ Sweetheart, I get it. You don't need to apologize, I promise nobody is thinking that.” His thumb slid to your cheek and stroked up and down as your cheek turned pink. “Ok?”

You nodded. He smiled “Alright then, Let’s get these boots on, cowgirl.”

You smiled and walked over to your door. He unlocked it and then opened it.  He got the boots out of the box and cut the tags off as you sat down. You kicked your sneakers off and he slipped the boots on your feet. “ Perfect fit,” he said as he winked. He put your sneakers in the empty box and put it back in the bag. “Do you wanna wear your hat?” he said smiling.  

“Thank you. Just the boots for now,” you said. He nodded and stood up. He shut the door after you swung your legs into the car. He knocked on the back window. You turned and unlocked it. He put your bags in the backseat and got in the driver's seat. He rolled down his window and you did the same. 

He started the car and turned to you. “You hungry yet?”

“Nope. Kind of thirsty though. You?”

“Not yet. Hope you don’t mind, I'm taking over the radio,” he said as he got an object out of the glove box. One end was an insert to a cigarette lighter and on the other end, it had a screen. He plugged it on and dialed the radio to match the numbers on the weird cigarette lighter object. He then started tapping on his phone “It's a Bluetooth adapter.” 

“Hey driver picks the music right?” he laughed. “But why not put a newer radio in?”

“I don’t know. Just didn’t feel right. Plus Dean would hate it” He smiled. You rolled your eyes. “What do you want to drink?”

“Mmm, Iced coffee sounds good.”

“I got you Darlin” He hit play on his phone and misunderstanding started playing. You raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s been in my head since you mentioned it.” He picked up the white box and set it on the back seat. Leaving his elbow on the bench seat between you and resting his fingers on your shoulder again.  He started singing along as he drove off. The song ended and he put into the parking lot of Jo’s Coffee. You both got out and walked up to the window. 

You looked at the menu. “Oh, can I get an iced hazelnut latte? Please.” 

“And I'll have an iced coffee with cream and sugar please.” He pulled out his wallet. “Can I pay for your coffee?” 

“You can get this one I guess. I'll get the next one.” He smiled and handed his card to to cashier. 

While waiting on your order you look you hear someone say “Oh my god it’s Jensen Ackles.�� you smiled and looked up to see where it came from. Your eyes found a group of giggling teen girls. “No, We are not bothering him, He’s on a date.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. You smiled and motioned the girls over. You looked to see if he saw. “ I saw that.”

“Saw what?” He smirked. The girls walked shyly walked over. They got to you and started giggling. He smiled. “Hello, Ladies.” 

The two on the end nudged the middle girl forward. “Mr Ackles. We know you're on a date and I'm so sorry for bothering you, but can we take a picture with you?” 

“Jensen and you're not a bother at all. I'd love to take a picture with you.” He smiled at them. 

“Here I'll take it.” You said putting out your Hand. The girl handed you her phone as Jensen stepped over to them. He got in the middle of them and put his arms on their shoulders. They got beat red. You took a step back and held the phone up. “Ready? 3. 2. 1.” You clicked the camera 5 times to make sure they got a good. You handed the phone back to the girl. They shook his hand and thanked him. 

“Miss,” The barista said and pointed at the 2 coffees sitting on the ledge. “Thank you!” you said as you grabbed them. Jensen was walking back over to you. “Well, that was freaking adorable,” you said handing him his coffee. 

“Thank you.” he took a drink of his coffee.” If you liked that, you should definitely come check out a con.”

“I went to Comic-Con once,” you said as you two walked back to the Impala. 

“Uh. You've been to Comic-Con?” he asked over the impala as you guys opened your doors. 

“Yep.” You say down in your seat.

He sat down with a puzzled look on his face. “ So obviously not with Mac or Zoey?”

“Nope,” you said and shut your door and he did the same. You sighed. “ It was with my ex.”

“Ah. I’m guessing he’s the complication you mentioned last night?” He said as he started the car and pulled out.

“Yeah.” You kept your eyes forward and sighed. “That’s the reason I didn't want Supernatural after I dropped my residency. He was very controlling,  jealous, and occasionally mentally abusive. There was no way I was gonna watch that TV show with the beefcakes in it that Mac is obsessed with.”

“I’m sorry (y/n) I shouldn't have been so pushy…”

“Stop. You didn’t know.” you turned to him. “Besides It was awhile and things seem to be looking up.” You winked at him. He smiled then grabbed your hand lacing his fingers through yours. He raised your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. You thought your heart was going to explode and then laid your hands on his thighs keeping them together. Once your breath settled you asked. “What’s next on the agenda?

“ Barton Springs.” He looked over at your confused face.

“That was easy. I was expecting a you’ll see or it's a surprise..” 

He snickered “Well you caught me off guard. I was mapping places out. It’s about an hour's drive to the other place I want to show you, but the place I want to take you to lunch is about 15 minutes away. So we can go to Barton which is right down here, Then grab lunch, Then go on a tiny road trip.” Rambling, thinking out loud Jensen was now one of your favorite things, so adorable. He noticed you staring. “What?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “You’re cute when you ramble.” 

He smiled a shy smile and swear you saw a hint of pink on his cheeks. “Not rambling. Just thinking out loud.”

“Call it what you want Ackles, It was adorable.” He smiled again and squeezed your hand. 

He turned off on a side road and then left again. He stopped at the booth to pay for parking and he untangled his fingers from yours and laid your hand on his thigh. You squeezed. He flinched as his eyes went wide. You laughed. “Jensen Ackles is ticklish?”

“Not ticklish, Unprepared.” You squeezed again. Nothing. “See Not Ticklish.” The attendant handed him his change and drove toward the parking lot. You slid your hand down to his knee and squeezed he flinched again and took your hand in his pinning it on his thigh. “Alright, You’re done.” He said with a smile. 

“For now,” you smirked. He shook his head still smiling. He pulled into the parking space and turned the engine off. You both rolled up the windows and locked the doors. He met you at the back of the car. He laced his fingers in yours again as you walked through a small grass area, up to a sign that said Open, Canoes, Kayak, SUPs, Picture I.D, And Credit Card required. “Are we canoeing?”

“Maybe.” He looked at you. “Would that be a bad thing?”

“No. I’ve never been, but always wanted to.” You said excitedly. He smiled. 

As you walk down the wooden stairs to the beach he gives you a run down on canoeing. You would be sitting in the front and could set the pace. You walked up to the rental counter and pulled out your wallet.

“Put it away, sweetheart.” His voice was stern.

“No way, you paid for coffee and parking. I’ll pay for this and you can pay for lunch.” He blinked at you with a blank stare. You turned toward the guy behind the counter. “Hi, we’d like to rent a canoe please.” 

“Sure thing. I just need your I.D. and a credit card. Fill these out.” he said sliding a clipboard across the counter.  Jensen sidestepped and stood behind you getting out of the other customers.  You tried to focus on getting your ID and card out of your wallet as he put his hands on your shoulders. You handed them to the guy and picked up the clipboard. You held it in front of you and started reading. Your pulse accelerates and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as Jensen leans over your shoulder to read the paper. Your breath hitched when his hands moved down to your waist. 

“You alright there, cowgirl?” He whispered. 

“Yep, just having some trouble concentrating.” He chuckled. You somehow managed to read and fill out the papers. “Here,” You held the pen up. “ You have to sign a waiver.” He took the pin with his right hand and signed his name while you held the clipboard for him. “Ok done.” you laid the clipboard and pen on the counter. 

“Alright, Go pick out your life jackets and an instructor will meet you over there. “Have fun.”

“Thanks,” Jensen said. He grabbed your hand again as you started walking to the hut with the life jackets. He picked one out for you and helped you put it on. Then he picked out his own and put it on. 

“Hey Jensen.” You heard from behind you. 

“Hey, Derek. How’s the water today?” He greeted the young man. 

“Great as always,” Derek said standing beside you. 

“Derek this is (y/n), (y/n) Derek,” Jensen said as Derek stuck out his hand you shook it. 

“Well you know what you’re doing so I think we can skip most of this stuff. I assume (y/n) will be in the front?”

“Yeah, I already went over everything with her on the way down.” 

“Alright. Let’s go pick out your boat.” Derek said as he turned and gestured toward the canoes.” you guys picked one out, Derek and Jensen carried it over to the water while you carried the paddles. “Alright Jay, You get in first so you can balance the weight while she gets it.” Jensen got it making it look easy. Then Derek helped you in. “Be safe and have fun.”

“Thanks, Derek.” Jensen steered the canoe away from the shore. “Like I said you control the speed. Go as slow as you want.”

“Ok.” you got your phone as the boat floated down the creek. It was absolutely beautiful the trees with the water and the bright blue sky. You took pictures here and there. You made it to the city and the view was breathtaking. You snapped some more pictures and then switched the camera around. Jensen was looking at the view you snapped a couple of him. He started making faces as he realized what you were doing. 

You put your phone back into your lap. 

“Um if I have to take canoe selfies so do you.” You laughed and picked your phone back up. You snapped one of you guys smiling and then one of you both making a silly face. And then he carefully came up behind you on his knees. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled. Which made you smile. You snapped the picture and he carefully went back to his seat. “Alright, I heard your stomach growl. Time for lunch. 

“But.”

“No buts. Food.” 

He explained what you had to do to turn the canoe around. You did it and you were headed back to the rental shop. Derek saw you guys coming in. He came over and helped you out. Then helped Jensen. “How was it?” Derek asked you. 

“Amazing. I will definitely be back.” Jensen smiled. You returned your lifejackets, stopped at the rental counter for your cards,  and headed for the car. Jensen put his arm around you when you made it to the top of the stairs. Heart pounding you wrapped your arm around him and walked to the car.

He stopped you both when you got to the driver's side. He got his keys out of his pocket unlocked and opened the door. He held his keys out to you. Your jaw dropped as he gestured for you to get in. You sat down. “Wait I’m driving?!

“Yep.” He said shutting your door. 

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Mn at I-Days or London, being like the other boys and being full of energy and singing.

He goes to the edge of the stage and waves at some fans before pointing at one at the barricade. She points at herself and Mn nods and she screams making Mn laugh before his hand held the bottom of his shirt then gesturing to double check she's watching and she and other fans nod before he's looking around behind him.

Mn smiles mischievously and turns back to the fan and lifts his shirt briefly before dropping it and raising a finger to his lips to tell them it's a secret, winking then skipping back over to the closest member which was Felix.

The fans scream as they try to register the quick flash of black marks on the idols ribs. The fan even stopped recording to look back at the video and the others around her were shocked when paused at the right moment and there, on his ribs, was a tattoo.

A fan next to her commented on how good her camera was cause they were able to see a swirling vine under his peck on his ribs with eight separate flowers and the words "Always and Forever"

When he went live in his hotel room, the clip and screenshots have already made its rounds on social media and fans couldn't help but ask about it.

"Ah, yes, I did do that." Mn laughs slightly and put down his phone. "Fun fact, I had actually just gotten permission to show it before starting this live. I did look around to see if anyone was looking and I thought I was good, that's why I did it, but Minho-hyung had actually caught me."

He scratches the back of his neck before standing up. "One moment, I'll show it in a sec."

He walks behind the phone with the live, he actually could showed it just then but he was getting the courage to show it. "Actually, should I bring Channie-Hyung? He hasn't seen it." Comments started spamming variations of 'Yes' and Mn laughs. "Okay, hold on."

Fans can see him grab his phone and it was silent from then until a few minutes later there was a knock. "Ah! Channie~" Mn cheered softly and skipped over to the door to let him in.

Chan immediately walked over to where Mn set the live up at and waved, greeting Stay as Mn stayed at the bed. Chan chuckles and reaches out for Mn who whines jokingly and takes his hand, sitting next to him. "I'm showing stay my tattoo." Mn explained when Chan asked. "Oh! Is that why I'm here too?" "Yeah."

Then it goes on with Mn being nervous and Chan convincing him to show it. "Okay, Okay, let me show you first, that might help me." Mn stood up again and went off frame as Chan scoot closer to the middle, Stay still being able to see Chan's reaction.

Mn bunched up his shirt to his ribs to reveal the ink to Chan. He gasps, mouth parting as he stares in awe at the design. "That's what you wanted the flower for?" Mn nods and Chan reaches out, Mn stepping closer and letting Chan trace the words under the vine. "That's so sweet, Mnie..." Mn steps forward so his body was in frame, letting stay now see the design clearly.

Mn pointed to each flower and said which member it belonged to. Looking at the comments, he quickly turns around to find Chan covering his face, fans having commented that Chan was crying.

"Ah! No, Don't cry Hyung." Mn lets go of his shirt and sits next to Chan, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and letting him hide his face in his shoulder. "Hyungie~ Don't cry, I'm sorry." "You're so cute, Mnie~" Mn laughs and pat down Chan's hair. "Aw, Hyung."

Mn looked back at the live and some fans spammed crying emojis and some were calling the two of you adorable.

Mn chuckles as he read a comment. "Just a dad being proud of one of his sons." That pulls an immediate laugh out of both of them and Chan pulls back, Mn's left hand blocking him from the camera and helping him wipe his tears. "You okay, Hyung?" "Yeah. That design is beautiful, Mn." "Thank you. The others liked it too. You, Felix, and Jeongin are the only ones that cried. Hyunjin wanted to color it. Minho-Hyung got teary eyed and hugged me. Finally, Seungmin and Changbin-hyung complimented it."

"It is really pretty. I can't stop complimenting, it looks so cool." Mn laughs lightly and lean against Chan.

"You should have Hyunjin color it. Maybe go back and get the colors added." "That's so smart but maybe a little while later, it's still a bit sensitive."

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✨✨Welcome (Back) to The Boys: pt. 2✨✨

--Y/N's name is now Khadijah Wright--

Antony Starr x Black Reader

Warnings: fluff MAYBE, smut for sure yawll

Antony's POV👹

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I woke up on the right side of the bed grabbing a mug of tea, sitting on the couch assuming I had enough time to relax. Picking up my phone, looking at the time, it was actually 2:30 pm, now scrolling to see 20+ messages from the cast GC. Oh shit I got to pick them up! I ran off to get ready, hurrying to grab my keys driving down the highway. I pull up to their hotel for the time being waiting for Chace, Jack, and Jessie. They all get in the car collectively yelling at me.

"The FUCK were you, you know we gotta go get food." Jessie expresses

Jack buds in, "Did you see the message about some women coming to cater our set? Their food looks good as hell."

"This "Khadijah" girl is the only thing that looks good as hell in this pic Eric sent, look Toni." Chace turns his phone around showing me.

"One sec wait till I get to the red light." I stop and grab the phone, eyes immediately going to her. "Khadijah you say? Yeah she is definitely one of a kind." She looks so good dayum.

I zoned out thinking of all the possibilities next thing all I hear is "Lalalalalalala Ouuu" being yelled at the highest octave by Jessie and Jack and what seem to be three other women. I glance over to see Khadijah struggling trying to roll her window up. Smirking to myself, I zoom off noticing the girls aren't going the same way as us.

Me and Chace enter my trailer continuing our conversation from before.

"Yeah man Khadijah... I don't even know what to say she's just so sexy" Chace stares into space with you on his mind.

"Yeah she's sexy I get it let's go we gotta go to the set." I laugh walking out lowkey feeling a little jealous.

As i'm stepping on the last step I see her, Khadijah looking fine as ever. Before I can say anything she begins to run the other direction with her friends. "What's with them?" Chace looks at them fading into the distance to set.

"I honestly don't have a clue but I forgot my lines go without me." I say seeing him heading the same way as the girls.

I sit in my trailer going back over my lines one more time for everyone's sake. Once I finished up, I walked out my trailer not really paying attention to the walkways, looking at my lines. I feel a head bump into me, ready to cuss this person out I look down seeing her again, Khadijah. She looks apologetic and I couldn't help but to admire her beautiful features, she's gorgeous. I'm smirking down at her next thing you know all i hear is "Oh shit i'm so sorry!" I laughed a little at her, she looked adorable.

I shook my head and only said "It's okay darling." Staring into her eyes, looking down at her juicy lips as she bit the bottom one.

She shook me out my state of staring, to her yelling, "COME ON YALL WE GOTTA BUSINESS TO RUN!"

I watch her run off to her car the girls jogging to catch up. I notice Julaya from the GC, her lipstick's FUCKED. I turned to find Jessie next to me looking at Julaya jog away.

He turns to me and says, "Man they are really nice women."

I stare at him with Julaya's lipstick all over his face. I couldn't help but to cackle loudly walking away.

In the distance I hear him yell "WHAT?" "Wipe your face Jess!"

Continuing my walk to set with Khadijah on heavy on my mind, I walk into building to see a boxes of pastries. Opening one of them, I notice these large filled croissants. Hoping that this one is chocolate, I grab one and bite into it.

"Her baking is just like her. Fucking beautiful."

"Who's beautiful, lover boy?"Eric randomly pops up behind me.

Jumping out of my skin, "The pastries man the pastries!"

"Hmmm you look like it's the best thing you ever had." Eric laughs.

"Cause it is, it's fuckin' phenomenal." I had to gush about it some more.

"Want her number so you could order more?" Eric asks not even registering the admiration of you on my face.

I hate when I accidentally speak out loud, but right now I fucking love it. I had to calm myself down typing her number into her phone.

"ALRIGHT BOYS LET GET ROLLIN'!" Eric yells getting everyone's attention to lock in.

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I'm back at my hotel now, packing my bags. We have so many interviews like tomorrow's comic con in New York and all I could really think about was texting her, but how would I even start.

"Hey baby dis Antony" sounds fucking hideous.

"You're so fucking sexy, I wanna touch parts of you no-one else can touch." Straight forward.

While i'm thinking about all the introductions I could do, I finish up packing my 2 cases. I decided to go with..

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My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:

Me: Hey Khadijah this is Antony.

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Ashy as fuck I know I sort of panicked. Next thing you know I feel my phone vibrate 3 times. Throwing my covers across the bed, I open the messages shocked but glad at what I see.

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My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️: Hey baby I was just thinking about you😈.

Me: Yeah, In what way and how much?

My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️: *Has sent a blurred picture* A lot daddy.

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My breathing's irregular, this can't be the same Khadijah from before all shy and easily embarrassed. Now she's showing me her fingering herself with two fingers. In the picture she has it angled to where I can see everything; the desperation of her eyebrows knitted together biting her lip, her hard nipples on her heavy boobs, to that sweet creamy pussy. I couldn't help but grip my now hard dick, slowly stroking it through my boxers. I get so focused in on how wet it is, cum in the midst of oozing out her fingers wet up to the knuckles. I didn't even notice that she texted me 2 times. It's 2 am I have to be awake in a few hours for this flight, couldn't sleep then and most definitely can't and WON'T sleep now.

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My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:Did you like it daddy?

My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:I'm sorry if I got the wrong message I just thought we had a lil something

Me: No baby i'm thinking about you too

*Blurred Video Sent*

My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:Can I see you baby I need that RN.

Me: I'm sorry I have a flight in a few hours. I shouldn't even be up now

My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:*Blurred video sent*

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After I sent her a video of me stroking myself moaning her name, it was like she was hooked. The video ended with me smiling at the camera dick in hand. She wanted to see me and to be honest, I was excited. Ever since I laid eyes on her and that body I wanted to feel her gripping my dick as her ass bounced off my thighs. But I had to think about time sake I would be tired and cranky as fuck on the plane but happy. I couldn't I needed my rest, but that ASS OMG.

I cut myself off watching the video to my surprise seeing her ride her fingers ass clappin with the sounds of her beautiful moans. Stroking my dick faster moaning like im with her.

"I'm cumming so good for you daddyyy ahhh!!!" she begins to squirt on the camera moaning with desperation, her natural ginger locs drenched by her sweat.

I can't even respond with a video of my own before i'm cumming all over my stomach and chest, moaning like I never have before. The person in the hotel room next to mine, which is Jensen can even hear.

"Shut the fuck up Toni we gotta wake up in 2 hours bud." He yells from the other room

"My bad man" I laugh even though i'm slightly embarrassed. After cleaning myself up, I end the night sending her a picture of the aftermath of her video, ignoring her messages she recently sent to I can go to sleep without interrupting anyone else.

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My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:Ughh nooo i want itt

Me: *Blurred video sent* Well you got it baby, get some rest I'll see you soon.

My (Soon To Be) Baby❤️:Okay daddy goodnight, I'll be waiting for that.☺️

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My alarm clock rings LOUD and it sounds like hell. Gasping awake hearing it, I got immediate memories of last night. I couldn't help myself but to ask "what happened to the shy Khadijah?" Shaking that question, I freshen up for the flight to New York. Biggest smile on my face from Boarding to Landing.

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~~I might really do ts fr my imagination is WILD~~

Enjoyy!!

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon... Chapter 3

I am deeply sorry for the huge delay. I've recently moved house and had no wifi (still don't) and I couldn't find my laptop charger, plus I've had some pretty rubbish health news about a family member so I haven't really been in the mood to write. But I finally decided to pull my head out of my backside and here we are. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 3

<Chapter 2<

Warnings: This is a spicy one! 18+ READERS ONLY! M/F, nipple play, fingering, oral f-receiving, protected sex, spanking, swearing

The last thing on your mind right now was worrying.

You were in heaven as Noel laid between your spread legs devouring your cunt like a man starved as he brought you to your second (or third) orgasm.

The moment the pair of you entered his hotel room your mouths and hands were on each other, almost ripping the other’s clothes off. There was a moment of hesitation between the pair of you as tops were being removed and it seemed to suddenly dawn on you that the other was going to see you in such a vulnerable state, but as lips were pressed against newly exposed skin, you let yourselves get lost in the other’s body.

“Noel, please,” You moaned pushing on his head to stop him from trying to pull another orgasm from you. “I can’t.” You let out a breathless giggle.

Noel smirked against your thigh. He ran his tongue and lips over your skin before kissing his way up your body until he came to your breasts.

You groaned as he took your nipple into his mouth and began sucking. “Fuck,” You were pretty certain if he continued to suck and lick your breasts, you’d have cum again you were so turned on. You wrapped your arms around his waist, clawing at his back as he moved his mouth to kiss at your neck, and moaned as he sucked on your pulse point leaving a definite mark behind. Bastard, you thought as you grinned up at the ceiling.

Noel pulled back from you with a satisfied smirk and hovered over you. A moment of uncertainty flashed across his face, “You sure ‘bout this, love?”

You nodded, “Don’t you dare stop now, Gallagher.”

He grinned and pressed his lips against yours a lot softer this time. He pushed himself back from you and reached over to the beside table to grab the condom he’d put there earlier. Watching Noel slide the condom on was one of the most erotic sights you’d ever seen. Maybe you were just that horny that anything he did, you found sexy.

Noel settled between your spread legs once he had the condom on, resting his weight on his right arm as he did. You wrapped your left arm around his upper back as he took a hold of his cock in his hand, meeting your gaze again for reassurance. You gave him a nod as you reached up with your right hand and cupped the back of his head, pulling his face down so you could kiss him. As Noel pushed into you, the two of you moaned into each other’s mouth, his cock slowly split you open.

Noel rested his forehead against yours as he bottomed out, his breath fanning across your face as he paused, “Just, give me a sec, love… Or I’ll burst right away.” He let out an embarrassed chuckle.

You giggled as you wrapped your leg around his waist and lightly stroked his back. “It’s fine. We can always go again.”

Noel pulled back with a grin, “If you give me a few hours, maybe.” He joked making you laugh. He pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and for a short moment the two of you just kissed as he stayed inside your heat. He pulled back from your lips as he began to roll his hips.

Your breath caught in your throat, “Oh… Oh, God.” You moaned, screwing your fingers up in his hair as Noel kept moving.

He dropped his face into the crook of your neck as his hands wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. He picked up his pace and filled you faster and deeper, moaning against your neck. “God. You feel, so fuckin’ good.”

You moaned, “Fuck. Noel,” You cried out as Noel hit that good spot. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as he ground his hips against your pubic bone.

Noel pushed back and hovered over you, smirking as he watched your breasts bounce and your face contort in pleasure. You were fucking beautiful. He paused and withdrew himself from you, grinning as you whined at the loss of him. “Don’t worry, baby doll, I ain’t stopping.” Was he fuck, he just needed to calm down a little before he came too quickly. He didn’t want this to stop just yet. “Hands and knees.” He ordered.

You quickly did as he said, turning over and pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air. You cried out as Noel smacked your backside.

He took a hold of both cheeks in his hands and growled, “This thing has been taunting me all day.” He smacked both cheeks again making you moan loudly.

You looked back at him over your shoulder with a giggle and shook your backside. “I know. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.”

Noel grinned at you as he delivered another smack to both cheeks before he spat onto his fingers before running them between your legs, rubbing them over your clit and sinking them inside of your cunt.

You closed your eyes as Noel slowly fingered you. Your body was vibrating, overstimulated and on fire. Every little touch from Noel was bliss. You began to move yourself against his fingers, fucking yourself on them.

“Fuck, me,” Noel moaned before spitting into his other hand. He grabbed his cock and began to gently tug himself as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers. His eyes fell shut and his head fell back. He’d missed this. He’d missed being intimate. Close to a woman. A woman he wanted to be with, that made him smile and laugh. A woman that made him feel like a teenager, that made him shy, that made him want to show off to impress her. Fuck, seriously, what were you doing to him.

You bent your head down with a moan as he twisted his hand and began to scissor his fingers. “Fuck,” You gasped. You opened your eyes and felt a rush of wetness flood from you as you watched Noel stroke his cock from between your legs. “Please, Noel. Fuck me!” You begged.

You cried out in pure ecstasy as Noel didn’t waste his time and filled your pussy with his cock, moaning as your cunt squeezed his cock. God, you wished he wasn’t wearing a condom. Noel didn’t give you time to adjust to him before he began a brutal pace. The pair of you moaned and groaned as Noel fucked you hard and fast.

“Fuck,” He panted, the air filled with the sound of skin slapping and the bed squeaking. “Yer cunt is, fuck... s’good...” Noel moved his left hand from your hip and pressed his fingers against your clit making cry out in pleasure.

You whimpered, nodding your head as you reached back and squeezed his hip. “Harder.” You demanded.

Noel smirked and picked up his pace, slamming his hips harder into you. He let out a deep groan as your cunt squeezed his cock and you let out high pitched moans.

“Fuck!”

You gasped for air as your orgasm broke. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Noel fucked you through your orgasm.

With a couple more deep strokes of his cock, Noel came. He held your hips against his, keeping his cock fully inside you as you both panted heavily.

“Fuck, me.” Noel carefully pulled out of you as he began to soften and dropped onto the mattress beside you, draping his arm over his eyes.

You fell forwards beside him as you tried to catch your breath, wearing a fucked-out smile. “Well, Mr Gallagher, you certainly don’t need to worry about your age holding you back.” You joked making Noel laugh.

“If ya say so.” Noel turned his head towards you and just watched you for a moment. Beautiful. He smiled to himself before he shook his head and cleared his throat. “Wanna join me for a shower?” Noel asked with a playful smirk.

You looked at him a little surprised, “Don’t you want me to leave?” You asked as you rolled onto your side to face him.

Noel’s hand moved to lay on your hip, his thumb softly stroking your skin. “If ya wanna scarper, that’s up to ya…” Noel slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were pressed closer together making you blush. His callous hand cupping your backside and giving it a gentle squeeze, making you giggle. “But I don’t want ya to.” He said and pressed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your right arm around his shoulders and let his tongue enter your mouth. You let a soft moan as Noel slotted his thigh between your legs and pressed it against your sensitive core. Yeah, you’ll stay for a bit.

[malereadermaniac]

Smug Bitch Boy ~ Your Crush x Male Reader

Everyone knows you like him, he's such a cocky cunt about it though... Word count: 850 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The two of you are good friends

When you first met, (y/c) was just some guy in one of your classes

Sure, you found him hot

And you may have developed a delusional level crush on him

But the two of you never talked - and what made it worse was when you and your big mouth told all of your friends and anyone who would listen about your crush on (y/c)...

Eventually, word got to him

(Y/c) knew that you liked him, so he'd look at you during class and catch you staring st him

He found it weird at first, he was sure he was straight - so a guy liking him made him feel weird

But after a little while (y/c) took it as a compliment and moved on

It was when he started to notice you everywhere and notice you more in class when things changed

(Y/c) would pay attention to what you said in class, and he eventually even started talking to you

It started only as passing comments and jokes, which you would laugh at and that was it

(Y/c) then started talking to you about things, you awkwardly answer and have a short chat before resuming your work

All of this was increasing your delusions about (y/c) liking you back

But to be fair, (y/c) did seem to like you

The two of you started talking more and more, even moving on to texting

He liked your company, even going out of his way to give you lifts to work just to spend some time with you

What (y/c) didn't like were the comments his friends made about the two of you - them of course knowing about your little (massive) crush on the (h/c) man

Slowly the two of you drifted apart, your crush faded finally and (y/c)'s friends hated how he hung out with you - so the two of you drifted apart

That was until the two of you were out at a party

Nothing big, just a couple friends at a get together st the one rich kids house

It was during a game of never have I ever that the question "never have I ever liked someone here"

You watched as others drank, forgetting to drink yourself as your friend beside you started choking

"Hey (y/n)! You need to drink too!" A slightly drunk (y/c) says

"Oh yeah? Whys that?" You ask, daring him to mention that a gay boy liked him in front of his dickhead friends

"You had a crush on me" the (h/c) man says with a blush and a smile

You blush at his comment and take a swig from your drink

He had such a smug look on his face as you drank

In his drunken state, (y/c) had a prideful smirk on his face as he chuckled to himself

It pissed you off a bit, mostly embarrassed you, but very slightly made you think about him again

What didn't help was that after the small party, you had to sleep round the hosts house - like some of the others there. And the room you ended up in meant you had to share a bed with the smug little bitch boy that you now were starting to have feelings for again

You rolled your eyes comedically when you were told you had to sleep next to (y/c), he chuckled and gave you a drunken wink as he went into the room

You following right behind him

"Hey could you leave for a sec while I change?" You ask, grabbing your pajamas out of your bag

"Why? We're both guys, (y/n)..." god your name rolled off of his tongue so well

After he said that, (y/c) took off his shirt

If you weren't already blushing, you definitely were now

His build was so attractive to you, you had to avert your eyes

"Hehe... you can look ya know"

"Piss off, (y/c)"

"I like it when you say my name.. my friends just call me by nicknames"

"Oh really...? I don't think we're close enough for nicknames haha" you joke as your follow his lead and strip your day clothes

Fuck he couldn't take his eyes off of you

"What? How come?" (Y/c) asks, stopping dead in his tracks

"Well... we stopped talking did we not?" You say with an awkward chuckle

"Yeah... I guess so" he thinks to himself, a tinge of regret visible on his face

You finish changing and go to wash up

The two of you get into bed and go to sleep

But (y/c) clearly felt the need to be closer to you, because he decided to spoon you to sleep

"(Y/c)." You mumble

"Whaaat. Don't act like you don't want this..."

"And what if I don't?" You tease

"Oh c'mon (y/n), you had the fattest crush on me... and I hope to act on that sooner rather than later" (y/c) whispered in your ear

You elbow him, and the two of your chuckle

"Go on then..." you mumble as you start to fall asleep

[nilolol30]

can you do a sleepwalking oneshot for either sun wukong or mk and reader wakes up to see it and gets them back to their bed safely?

(I'll do you one better B O T H I'm sorta assuming it's romantic if not I'll rewrite it if you want)

Mk

Mk asked if you'd sleep over even suggesting it being a date if you wanted so you two are now currently together on his small bed the TV was playing the movie credits long forgotten as you both slept though the whole thing it was okay he already watched that movie three times.

But a small noise woke Mk up he grumbled sitting up to look around and saw you standing up in front of the bed facing the bathroom door you looked wide awake but it sorta felt off "Hey whatcha doing?" He rubbed his eyes and turned off the TV.

"Going to the kitchen" You resumed your walking but you were going to the bathroom Mk had a second of realization and gently grabbed your shoulder and gently maneuvers you to turn around.

"Why don't you go to the kitchen tomorrow hm?" Lucky him you nodded and put yourself back to bed Mk laid next to you making a mental note to tell you in the morning just in case you didn't know you do that.

He was just about to fall back asleep he could hear you start mumbling something he could only pick up a few words like 'clocks' and 'piano tiles' he laughed a little and rubbed your back while you slowly quieted down after just a minute you stopped and turned around to pull him in a hug.

Happily Mk hugged you back he leaned down for a sec to grab the blanket to cover you both he leaned back and you propped your head on his chest Mk smiled and put his chin on top of your head and slowly fell back to sleep.

Wukong

It was a bit of a long day for the both of you Wukong had a long day of training with Mk and you had some trouble with your homes plumbing the water had to be shut off for a few days hence Wukong saying you can just stay at his place and slightly offering you to move in.

Letting out a loud yawn Wukong rolled over in his bed arms reached out to hold you but he didn't feel anything he felt around and then opened his eye to see that you weren't in bed he sat up and looked around the room only the little monkeys that joined in on the 'sleepover' where here.

There was a small tap at his feet getting the sage's attention one of the monkeys was pointing to the hallway Wukong gave the little one a pat on the head for the help and headed towards the direction.

And there you were in the middle of opening the door to go outside you didn't even put on shoes "Hey sleepyhead forgot to put on some shoes? Why are you going outside at this time?" Wukong slowly approached you about to give you a hug from behind.

"They took my.." The last part of what you said wasn't even audible Wukong hums "Who took what? Nobody can even get close here well not without me knowing heh!" He slid his way past you to stand Infront of you getting a better look.

You looked half asleep eyes barely open and he even see you wobbling a bit "Took the...I didn't pack my fog yet" You turned halfway now facing the doorframe Wukong put his hand against your forehead just before you walked into it.

"You're sleepwalking let's go put you back to bed" he couldn't help but laugh a little as he slowly led you back to bed helping you avoid stepping on some of the little monkeys sleeping on the floor and pulling the blanket over you then settling himself back down next to you.

"Good thing I got to you before you actually left the house huh" Wukong wrapped his arms around you this way he'd know if you'd get up now.

"...I'm so teasing you when you wake up though"

[spinecouture]

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word count: 1,006

summary: daryl is your close friend, and after finding out he used to smoke weed, you offered to smoke with him. weed just makes him a little handsy...

themes: intentional lowercase - marijuana use, any!pov, poss corruption kink if you squint, past stoner!daryl, a brief kiss, sexual tension

notes: i wrote a whole ass novel originally, but I think I'm gonna draft it for now since it's rly long. lmk if you would be interested in like a stoner!daryl fic!!! sorry this one took so long :')

smoking weed was your idea. daryl hadn't toked up since high school, and he felt out of his game. it wasn't until he discovered that you had never smoked before that he found himself intrigued.

"why'd you offer, then?" daryl asked curiously, leaning against the balcony railing.

you shrugged, fidgeting with your hoodie strings. it wasn't exactly your forte, and daryl picked that up pretty quick. "i just figured... that you could show me how."

he wasn't expecting you to pull out a pack of joints. it felt self explanatory, taking a puff off a joint. but then again, he'd been smoking cigs since he was a kid. maybe you were more pure, untouched. the thought caused a shiver to run up his spine.

"well, well," daryl smirked, almost impressed. "where'd you find such a goldmine?"

a pink tint dusted your cheeks, and your eyes darted away. daryl took it upon himself to grab the joints, pulling one out slowly. your eyes locked on his fingers, long and thick. ew, don't be a pervert.

"you mind?" daryl raised a lighter, to which you ushered for him to go ahead.

you were a visual learner, after all.

the man pressed the joint between his lips, and you couldn't look away. honestly, you struggled to focus on the action, wondering if his lips could use some moisturizer. you blinked, and suddenly he'd already taken a hit, blowing smoke out his nose and mouth.

"here," daryl passed the spliff to you, keeping the light. "i'll light it for you this time, alright? when you put it to your lips, breathe in like you normally would. don't go too hard, stop when you need to."

seemed simple enough. you watched as daryl held the lighter up, and you put the joint to your lips. as the man lit it up, the orange embers glowing, you breathed in. and in, and in, and in.

"woah," Daryl chuckled, pulling the bone away from you as you began to cough. "i told ya not to pull too hard."

you wheezed, but after a moment and a pat on the back, you recovered. a little laugh fell out of you, "oops."

"alright, alright," daryl chuckled. "cool it for a sec, let it kick in before you take anymore."

he grabbed the joint back, taking a couple hits of his own. it was nostalgic, letting himself relax like that. god, it had been awhile.

eventually, daryl handed the joint back to you, a curious brow raised. "doin' good?"

your eyes had glazed over, and the way you held the blunt, like it was somehow heavy, made daryl chuckle. you nodded regardless, not wanting to seem like a total puss.

"i'm good," you insisted, taking another, much smaller hit.

daryl leaned back, letting you take control of your high.

after a while, the moon was shining down on both of you, the pale light glimmering onto your skin. heavenly, daryl thought. this was a bad idea and he knew it. because now both of you were thoroughly cooked, and you looked cold. daryl wanted to hold you, to cradle you and feel your warmth. instead, he stayed still, mindlessly staring.

"what?" you eventually spoke up. "do i look funny?"

daryl shook his head and a goofy smile painted his face. "nah. you look fine. jus' thinkin', 's all."

you tilted your head, mind foggy and thoughts slow. the high flowed through you like butter, making your insides warm and mind fuzzy. it felt freeing, being able to let go like that, and after so much pain and death and fear, you needed this.

"what're you thinkin' about?" you asked softly.

daryl shrugged, taking a strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. "thinkin' about you. bout this place, our people. what we lost."

you hummed in acknowledgement, tilting your head as you tried to read him, but it was hard to find his thoughts under the haze of marijuana.

"i think you think too much," you replied, voice barely above a whisper, leaning in just a little. "maybe you need more weed, hm?"

the way your breath hit his lips, the way your eyes melted into his, it was hard to think straight. he leaned in, your lips hovering over his. "maybe i do," he breathed.

you smirked, and sat back to grab the joint once more. daryl followed suit, grabbing his lighter as you put the spliff to his lips. he lit the joint, and inhaled slow. your eyes once again followed his lips as they parted. daryl blew the smoke out, directly in your face. it would've been irritating if you weren't also stoned.

"you want more?" daryl offered softly, raising the joint.

you nodded, taking it between your fingers. the man's eyes followed your hand as you put the blunt to your lips. inhale... exhale. daryl felt the smoke ghost over him, his mind fogging over. if he didn't know any better, he'd think he was getting turned on. good lord, no. not you. you were his friend. a close one, at that. but, you were so close... your body radiating heat.

"daryl?" your eyes flitted across his face as he spaced out.

he blinked, and suddenly he was in the moment again. his pants were tight. shaking his head, "sorry, i's just..." he trailed off. "i'm jus' high as shit."

you felt warmer, too. the air felt thicker. your hands brushed against each other as you passed the joint back. if not for your self control, you might've kissed him then. but as time passed, and the joint burned to a roach, the tension between you grew hotter.

"how you feelin'?" daryl asked.

you nodded, eyes glazed. "good."

"that's good."

"mm..."

shockingly, it was daryl that leaned in first. it didn't take long for you to melt into the kiss, tilting your head into it. tongues collided, and although brief, it was fiery. daryl pulled away almost as quickly as he fell in.

"that was..." you trailed off.

"weird?"

"unexpected."