#and we’ve had conversations abt it before

[therealcheekface]

broke up with my boyfriend, got a physical therapy referral and i’m getting back on anti depressants. we are taking back control of our lives lads

[exopelagic]

i said i wouldn’t do it this time but it’s 3am and mods asleep. boy

[norrizzandpia]

if we're adding more to the Oscar verse can we please get a peek into the time when they weren't together but everyone could feel it coming 🥺🫣🥹 ALSO BESTIE OUR BOYS POSTING ICE BATH PHOTOS HAD ME KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING

BRO I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ICE BATH PICS YOURE TALKING ABT AND WHEN I TELL YOU THOSE CAME OUT AND I DIED, I. DIED.

I love McLaren so much for that post

ANYWAYSSSSS this is from my older Oscar social media au titled best friends to benefits to lovers.

It’s basically a prequel because it takes place before they got together and were just bsfs with benefits

Just Benefits Right Now (OP81)

Summary: It’s common knowledge they love each other. Just not to them - even when they’re sleeping together.

Warnings: fluff, pining, YEARNING, sexual conversations and innuendos, Oscar and yn being dumbasses, language

Note: this is very much casual by Chappell roan and risk by Gracie Abram’s coded

“Can I be honest?” Oscar asks from the other side of the table at breakfast. Y/n sits staring at him, a certain feeling in her stomach that gnaws uncomfortably at her insides.

She nods, “Always.”

He takes a deep breath and it almost feels as though her body is anticipating something she’s always been waiting to hear. What she’s meant to be anticipating, she has no idea.

“How would this be a good idea?” His eyes avert from hers and her stomach finally settles. Oh. Her discomfort was linked to the massive, life-changing scenario she presented Oscar the night before. Friends with benefits. What could go wrong? They loved each other and hadn’t slept with anyone in months, it was getting to the both of them. They wanted the best for each other and each could lend a helping hand to the other’s problem. No strings attached. That’s what she had said.

She shrugs, “We’re both antsy from not getting laid. This could take the edge off. It might even help your racing.”

He laughs and Y/n smiles, “Can I think about it?”

“You asked that last night and I agreed. That hasn’t changed.” She reaches over the table and lays her hand over his. Her soft thumb rubs over his skin and his whole body warms.

The warmth makes him give in, “You know what? I’m down. We’ve been friends for years, nothing could change that.”

She nods and smiles, but there’s an unsettling hesitation to her agreement. Pushing it aside, Y/n giggles as she asks him when they should fully go through with the new plan. There’s a slight blush to their faces as they discuss and they deduce it’s from the unusual topic.

The stirring stomachs and slight relief filling their bodies is not something their minds decide to address.

—

Lando hears the giggling from down the hall. His light chuckling as he stands completely alone makes him look insane as engineers pass by him, but the man has never been one to shy from social anxiety.

His knuckles rap against the door softly, trying not to disturb the friends in their fun. The volume decreases after a few seconds as Oscar’s heavy footsteps meet the threshold. It opens and Lando shoves his way through, Y/n rolling her eyes at him.

“Come on in, Lan.” Her tone is dry and sarcastic, but Lando sees the sparkle in her eye. Sure, the sparkle was usually bigger when directed at Oscar, but he knew that was a sign of her adoration nonetheless.

He plops down next to her, his arm around her shoulders, as Oscar closes the door. Amidst their greetings, Lando misses the way Oscar’s face contorts into something akin to jealousy at how cuddly his friend and his best friend seem to be. He shakes it off. Y/n is single despite their plans to find each other in white sheets. If she wants to flirt with Lando, so be it.

It still irks him though.

“We have an interview to get to, Osc. PR is making me come to summon you. They seem to think I’ll be able to lure you away from Y/n quick enough.” Lando explains, his eyes drifting between the two. Something about the way Oscar’s hands twitch at his sides and Y/n’s fingers pick at the skin around her nails tips him off to the tension. Tension between Oscar and Y/n is not surprising considering their confusing relationship, but this is more sexual. It’s not even as if that’s surprising, Lando’s just never seen it play out in front of him before. Drunk Oscar is quite open about how attractive he thinks Y/n is, there’s no doubt he’s had suggestive thoughts about her. Same goes for Y/n. Drunk words are sober thoughts, no?

He’s almost contemplating the possibility of them having found each other on an alcohol-loving night, leading to clothes on the floor, but the strained nature of the two makes him second guess it. If they would have had sex together, Oscar would’ve never let her go. Lando knows that.

What’s this then? What’s with the new wandering eyes and brighter smiles? Or the recently discovered confidence to make their feelings so obvious?

Lando practically wipes the drool off of Oscar’s chin as he stands from the couch in the corner of the room, untangling himself from Y/n, and grabbing Oscar’s arm to lead him out of the room.

“Have fun! Be quick!” Y/n shouts as they leave. Oscar nods and smiles at her before the door closes fully, yelling back about how fast he would be.

The exchange is too flirty compared to the usual Oscar and Y/n. The cheeky grins and reassurance on how short of a time they would have to be apart makes Lando question Oscar immediately.

“Did you two fuck or something?” His hands are up in the air, completely lost at the two. Lando has always wanted the friends to wake the fuck up and confess how much they’ve always loved each other, but this doesn’t feel like that. This feels lustful and not at all like how he would expect the two to act after having found out about love shared.

The dreaded words leave Oscar and Lando almost claws his eyes out, “No, we didn’t. But, we’re talking about, like a friends with benefits type thing.”

Lando halts, “No, Oscar. You guys can’t be friends with benefits.”

Oscar’s eyebrows scrunch together and he puts his hands on his hips, “Why not? Who are you to tell us what we can and can’t do?”

Lando groans, “Because! I’ve been where you are, in love with someone and taking anything I could get to be closer with them. It never ends well. Especially friends with benefits.”

“Who said anything about being in love?!” Oscar’s eyes practically bulge out his head, his arms flinging out by his sides.

Lando goes quiet and his head cocks to the side. No words are spoken, none can be said. Lando refuses to tell Oscar how he feels, but he also refuses to lie. It’s a look of plea, please be serious right now, but that’s as far as they get. Oscar turns around, clearly frustrated, and walks down the stairs to where they’re needed. Lando lets him go, putting space between them, and stares at the picture of them hanging on the wall beside him. Taken in Suzuka with their trophies, their smiles are so big. Lando wants Oscar to be that happy and stress-free again, but, then again, when was Oscar ever?

Y/n and Oscar have known each other for years, this cycle having always existed. No matter how many times Lando could try to say it, try to make Oscar wake up, he wouldn’t get it. Or, if he did, he wouldn’t come to terms with it.

Because of that, this friends with benefits plan was destined to fail miserably.

—

The door slams shut behind them and quiet fills the room. Y/n and Oscar stand side by side in his apartment, a translucent look to their skin.

They shuffle to his room, careful not to wake his roommates. The next slamming is Oscar’s personal door, solidifying the start of their attempt at sleeping together. His hand gently finds hers, but neither dare to look at the other. They stare at his bed and link fingers.

“What do we do now?” She whispers. It’s a stupid question, she knows that and so does he, but he doesn’t say it. He simply squeezes her palm and finally turns so his body stands in front of hers.

His long fingers play with the sleeve of her shirt, “Can I take this off?”

HIs deep brown eyes bear into hers, helping her get more comfortable with the situation, and she nods.

“I’m gonna need words, Y/n.” His lips kiss her ear, his voice soft.

Her breath is hot against the skin of his neck, “Yes, Oscar.”

And with that, the first item of clothing falls to the floor. Neither of them is prepared for whatever transpires between them. From the way Oscar holds her to the gentleness of their eyes, things stray away from what they had prepared.

No strings attached. Casual. Friends with benefits. This is what this was. That’s all. But, they were beginning to find out it was hard being casual when the other was someone they had cherished for so long, someone who had taken residence in the other’s heart. Oscar admired her and her strength. She admired his sympathy. Now they admired the way the other touched, the way the other sounded. At their most vulnerable, the friends found a gray area. A gray area that had always been there, but was only now so obvious with how naked they were.

Nonetheless, they were still friends, and still claimed the title as friends with benefits. Casual, no strings attached was some sort of chant in their minds when they both agreed it was best if Y/n didn’t sleep over, that she leave the minute they were done. And when he closed the door on her, hearing her walk down the hallway and out of the building, Oscar closed his eyes and breathed.

The weight on his heart made it hard to continue the mantra.

—

This was the weirdest Lando had seen Oscar and Y/n. Their touches were fleeting as if once their skin met, they realized what they were doing and pulled away. Usually, they drank in the softness of the other like it was something that would be gone tomorrow. Now, it’s like they’re nervous to cross some sort of line.

It clicks in Lando’s mind.

The line’s already been crossed, forcing them into unknown territory. His warnings and pleas for logical thinking went ignored by Oscar. Friends with benefits it was.

He looms over the two, “Oscar, I need to talk to you.”

Y/n and Oscar exchange a look, something harsh in Lando’s tone, but he goes with the man anyway.

Lando drags him by the arm to a small room out of the way, closing the door and turning around to stare at Oscar.

“What?” He asks, but he already knows. He’s sweating under Lando’s glare.

Lando folds his arms across his chest, “You’re not dumb, Oscar. You know this isn’t going to go well.”

Oscar scoffs, “You don’t know that! It could go anyway! We’ll stay friends. It’ll be fine. Once one of us finds someone else, we’ll stop.”

“And what happens then? When you have to see her with another guy, knowing what it’s like to have her that way? Or vice versa?” Lando counters. He takes a step toward Oscar.

Oscar takes a step back, “It wouldn’t be that way.”

“So, you’re telling me that you’d stop having sex with her and then you’d just completely go back to being platonic with her? You’d know what it’d be like to have her that way and all of a sudden, you think you’d be able to turn it off? On top of everything that started before this?”

This time, Oscar doesn’t argue or act stupid when Lando mentions the supposed feelings he believes Oscar to have. At this point, Oscar can’t bring himself to admit to anything. He can’t say he doesn’t love her nor can he say he does. He can’t say they’re just casual nor can he say that they are. It’s been a few weeks of having her naked under him and it’s all he can think about. He loves knowing that side of her, having her trust him enough to give him that side. Though, he doesn’t know how serious it all is to her because of her lack of interest in staying after. He wants her to, doesn’t want her to feel as though he’s using her, but she’s so adamant.

It’s fine, he tells himself. They’re just friends, she can leave whenever she wants.

Still, Lando’s words cut into his skin, sharp and painful. He’s right, Oscar won’t ever be able to unsee her unraveling with him, but he wants to believe he can. He wants to believe that he still wants them to be just friends as they get into all of this, that he’s fine with continuing to be friends with benefits.

The idea of her being with another man, not just in bed, makes his skin crawl. To experience and be forced to be cordial with a man that has what’s hi- what he knows now isn’t something he thinks he could do.

In all his stubbornness, Oscar can’t let Lando be right. “Yes. It wouldn’t be that hard.”

It’s already hard to say goodbye to her now. Saying goodbye to her completely in that sense sounds impossible.

Lando looks at him as if he knows it too. He sighs, “Alright, fine. I believe you. But, if you ever need someone to talk to, if you’re ever confused…”

The two share a glance and Oscar nods, “I know. You’re there.”

When he emerges from the room, Y/n is staring intensely at the door. He sits down next to her and she leans forward. Her perfume replaces the rationality in his head.

“What was that all about?” She whispers, looking up at him with her kind eyes.

He smiles, dimples deep and permanent around her, “Just racing stuff. Strategies we need to keep quiet and all that.”

She nods and it seems as though the perfume hasn’t completely left him mentally helpless.

—

“Fuck, Y/n.” Oscar pants as he rolls off her. Their fingers lace together under the blankets and Y/n’s face turns to the side to smile at him.

She doesn’t move from her spot, giving Oscar hope she won’t leave, but when her body slugs over the side of the bed and begins getting dressed, his actions forget to check in with his head.

His hand grasps hers tightly, holding her from getting too far away. She looks down, her eyes to their hands before moving to his eyes. They’re dilated and big, puppy-like.

She runs her other hand through his hair and he sighs, “Please, stay.”

The two words are soft and hang in the air around her. They’re daunting, suggesting a break in the meticulous rules they set to protect themselves. She’s so close to saying no, to completely running from the situation and Oscar himself, but he holds her so tight, like he knows she’s slipping away, it’s hard to reject him.

Her gaze moves to the door and Oscar holds her tighter, “Y/n, it doesn’t mean anything, remember? I just don’t want to be alone after the race.”

Ah, the race. For fucks sake. Of course, he only wants her to stay because of the bad race he had. How could she be so stupid? It doesn’t mean anything. This isn’t supposed to mean anything. It doesn’t to him. He only seeks comfort in his best friend, the one person he’s always looked to when things didn’t go right. Y/n falls back into his bed, defeated. Some part of her, even though it had been scary, wanted him to want something more. She wanted him to break the rules with her. Yet, she lives in a world where the only way she can get close to Oscar in the way she craves is through this. This horrifying, painful excuse of a relationship, a friendship. Whatever you wanted to call it. When all is said and done, he’ll go back to dating women he loves and she’ll live with the memories of him above her, pleading with her to stay for reasons she hates.

To know she had been the one to suggest this, to get herself into this complicated situation, hurts the most. There is a world where she doesn’t know this. A world where Oscar doesn’t hold her in the way he is or touch her in the way he does. That world seems less cruel.

Though, she finds herself here. Oscar’s chin on top of her head as his breathing evens out, sleep finding him. His arms are wrapped around her body and his chest meets hers every time it expands with air.

What she wants is to not be here, not experience him in this way, but it’s too good to give up. To stop all of this too soon would be denying her heart something she’s wanted ever since she met him years ago. She couldn’t ever bring herself to do that.

So, she keeps her eyes open, fighting off the sleep she wants so bad, so when he ends this, she’ll remember what it was like to sleep next to him.

—

Small snippets of music from TikTok play from the phones of Oscar and Y/n as they lay against each other in his room. A video of a couple laughing together as they kiss and cook in a kitchen loops itself on her screen. She stares at them, wondering if that’s what people see when they see her and Oscar. Knowing what her friends and family have said in regard to the way Oscar and her act toward one another, she pictures him looking at her with this much love.

Surely, she always tells them, if he looked at her with such care, she would notice. What she can’t tell them is that the way he looks at her is pure lust, something that’s self-explanatory as they find each other every night to feed certain urges.

“You’ve been watching that for a while.” Oscar says, his hand trailing from her arm to her hair and pushing it out of the way. She sits up, his touch being so hard to stomach with the thoughts rushing in her mind.

The noise from his phone stops as he turns it off and throws it to the side, suddenly concerned for how stoic Y/n is. He sits up next to her, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Again, his touch is too much to take, so she moves from the bed and stands at its foot.

Now, Oscar’s really worried.

“What’s wrong?” He clambers over to her, sitting in front of her and staring up at her nervous face.

It all comes out like word-vomit, “What if I’m never loved?”

She doesn’t even know where that notion comes from, but it’s a genuine worry. It always has been for her, just one that’s gone unsaid.

Oscar reels back, “Don’t say that.”

She huffs, “Why?”

He’s very clearly speechless, his mouth hanging open as he scoffs. “Because.”

“Why because?” She tries again. For some reason, knowing Oscar still doesn’t want her in the way she does him even when he has her sexually makes her panic that no man could want her if one has her body and still doesn’t choose to love her. It’s drowning and stressful, but, at this moment, all Y/n sees is her best friend, not the man she sleeps with, and she seeks his reassurance.

Oscar takes a breath, “Because, of course, you’ll be loved, Y/n. It’s easy to love you. You’ll find the one and it won’t be hard for them to love you.”

What if I don’t want the one, she thinks.

“How do you know that?” She counters, tears pricking her eyes.

Oscar visibly softens, his words coming out faster than he likes, “Because I love you.”

The three words are something she’s heard from him multiple times, but now, with the frequent benefits, she finds herself searching for more meaning. Three words she has wanted so badly to shift away from platonic and to romantic begin to with the way he looks at her. It’s as if the world falls away and what is left is only her. She watches the brown eyes dilate completely, only black color being left to be seen. She watches him stare at her with the utmost respect and sincerity.

This can’t be friends, can it?

“You love me in a friend way, Oscar.” She clarifies, hoping for him to give her something that suggests what’s unfolding in front of her eyes.

He hardens immediately, “Yeah, but I still love you. If I love you as platonically as I do, it won’t be hard for someone to love you romantically.”

She stares at him. He mistakes pain for confusion.

“Think about it like this,” He begins, “You love me platonically. But, it’s easy for you to see someone loving me romantically because of how much you love me just as I am. Platonic love can easily find itself to be romantic love.”

She misses his last sentence and the underlying meaning of it because she’s too hung up on the one component he misses in his analogy.

That she loves him. Not platonically, but romantically.

—

The next week, Y/n can’t bring herself to see Oscar. Multiple excuses of being busy or having some sort of appointment to go to, she dodges his every try to see her. Her realization that she’s fully in love with him hit her hard and it must’ve been clear to Oscar with the way he pestered her after she fled his apartment that day. In a heap of tears and anxiety, Y/n mumbled some random excuse about needing to leave and practically ran from Oscar when he tried to question her. He was confused, but tried to leave it at the fact that she probably got upset over her emotional confession and just wanted to be alone. He tried, but he still found himself wandering to the possibility she got upset over the fact that he was focusing so heavily on his (made up) platonic love for her.

Remembering the one person that had warned him about the mess he would find himself in, Oscar calls Lando.

After two rings, the British accent fills the speaker.

“Is everything okay?” Lando asks, as if he already knows.

Oscar is quiet for a moment before calmly speaking, “I haven’t seen Y/n in a week.”

There’s a small sigh on the other end of the phone, “Why do I need to know that, Oscar?”

“Because you told me you’d always be there for me if I ever got confused.”

“So, you’re confused?”

“Yes.”

“About her?”

“I love her, Lando.”

What once seemed to be the whispered gossip of the paddock is now a firm fact as Oscar finally admits to something everyone had always suspected.

Lando tries to hide the smile in his voice, but Oscar hears it anyway. “And what do you want to do with that information?”

Oscar rubs a hand over his face, “I don’t know.”

Lando grunts, “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not. The last time we spoke she ran out of my apartment after I had spoken about how much I loved her platonically. That could either mean she got upset that I seemed to only love her platonically or she noticed the way I was adamant in that I loved her just as a friend that she realized I did love her romantically and panicked. She either loves me or she doesn’t and I can’t tell.” Oscar rambles. His palms are sweating and it almost feels as though his entire life is falling apart in front of him. Admitting what he just did either means losing the one person he values most in his life or finally getting to experience love the way it should be.

Lando smiles, thinking how cute this all is as he witnesses a massive love story for himself, “I think you should just tell her, Osc.”

Oscar laughs, “That’s it? That’s all you have to say? That’s the advice you promised you’d always be there to give me when I was fucking completely lost in my life?”

Lando nods, “Yep. Now follow it. Thanks.” He ends the call before Oscar can grill him on why he’s so confident in Y/n loving him back that Oscar’s only action to do is tell her how he feels.

The man is left to stare at his phone, his Lock Screen to be more specific. A picture of Y/n and him after his sprint win. The sparkles in her eyes, the ones he always loved from afar, are the most prominent here compared to every other time he’s gotten them photographed. It’s the reason he set it as his background.

His inner monologue, reminding him of why this photo sat proudly on his phone, is what pushes him to pick up his coat, rush from his home, and delete his train ticket.

The ticket that was meant to get him to the city where the hotel he would be staying at for the SIlverstone Grand Prix was. The ticket that ensured he raced, did his job, gone from his phone.

In the back of his mind were the texts Y/n sent him, telling him they shouldn’t meet because he needed to prepare for the race. Knowing she used that as a way to distance herself from him, whether that was because she loved him or didn’t, he needed to know why. If she didn’t love him, at least he tried but, if she did, what a world he would get to be acquainted with.

After all, he’s always had to fight for the things he loves.

—

The pounding on her door makes Y/n grab a knife. It’s so late at night, the only person who would reasonably be at her door is Oscar but, after all her deflections, she knows it’s not him.

Or so she thought.

Oscar stands with his head held high, but it plummets when he sees her grasp on the weapon.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n! What the fuck?!” He yelps, jumping away from the door with his hands up.

She scoffs, “What do you mean?! What’re you doing here? Your train leaves in like five hours! You should be asleep or packing!”

She’s panicked. He can’t be here. The majority of her is so susceptible to just giving in and telling him how much she loves everything about him. Being around him means jeopardizing what little she has.

Oscar shakes his head, “I deleted my ticket. I’m not going.”

The knife clatters to her feet and Oscar screams out. She shushes him before ushering him inside whilst looking outside, making sure he didn’t disturb any of her neighbors. When they’re comfortable inside with the door closed, she whips around and jabs a finger in his chest, “Why did you delete your ticket?!”

He grabs her wrists, stopping her hitting, “Because I needed to see you. You’ve been blowing me off all week.”

She rolls her eyes, “Because I didn’t want to blow you off all week.”

He gapes at her, loosening his grip on her. She moves away from him, picking up the knife and putting it back in the drawer.

“Y/n, I don’t understand. Everything was fine until that day in my room when you started talking about not being loved.” He says, a hand over his face in despair.

She shakes her head, “It’s always been not fine, Oscar. You just never noticed.”

He meets her eyes and he snaps, “What do you mean?!”

She turns around, another sign of her rejection of him, “I’m not prepared to have this conversation with you.”

“Not prepared or just scared?” He counters, hands on his hips as he stares at her back.

She doesn’t respond, giving him the moment to explain why he’s even here in the first place.

“Well, I’ll let you know that I’ve always been scared. Scared of the way you make me feel, of what it means to be around you and love you as much as I do.” He breathes for a few seconds, letting the previous tension dissipate as she turns around to look him in the eye, “I love you, Y/n. Sleeping with you, being friends with benefits, was always just going to be a way for me to get a taste of you that way until you decided to end things. And, now, it feels like you’re trying to end things and all it’s done is make me realize just how gone I am for you. I kept telling myself that once you decided to be done with our casualness, I would be able to turn it off, but that time has seemingly come and I can’t do it. I love you too much.”

They stare at each other for a minute before Y/n smiles softly, “You love me too much?”

He nods, taking a step toward her, “Not platonically. Very much romantically. I think I always have.”

She meets him in the middle and his arms find her waist, hers around his neck, “Oscar Jack Piastri.”

He smiles down at her, “Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n.”

Her fingers tangle at the bottom of his hair, forcing his head down to meet her lips. They move together softly, the first kiss that’s openly filled with love. When they pull back, Y/n whispers against his lips, “I love you so much.”

His eyes closed, relishing in the moment, he whispers back, “It’s never been hard loving you.”

“I wasn’t blowing you off this week because I didn’t want to blow you off.” She giggles, he does with her, “I just thought I would never have you the way I truly wanted and I couldn’t deal with it.”

He moves his head away from her slightly, catching her eyes quickly. They dilate as they look at her and Y/n is finally able to know it’s with love.

Oscar cradles her face, “You’ve always had me the way you wanted. You just never saw it. But, now you do, and you’ll never not have me the way you want. I’ll always be yours.”

And she would always be his.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Can You Keep A Secret? // Ethan Landry*

request: hey boo, what abt ethan cheating on his girlfriend with reader bc she’s been teasing him for a couple of days bc she finds him really cute (she doesn’t really care abt his gf), but he swears he’s not going to cheat on his girlfriend buttttt, reader is too hard to resist anyway so she ends getting what she wanted when ethan’s like, “fuck it”.

prompts: none!

summary: you have a huge crush on ethan. unfortunately, you don’t realize it until after he gets a girlfriend. but why should that stop you from getting what you want?

warnings: language, reader’s kinda mean, flashing (reader), allusions to smut, brief descriptions of genitalia, cheating, slight angst (like two sentences), mindy being mean to ethan

word count: 2.9k

a/n: fem!reader, part 2???

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“Who’s she?” you whispered to Tara, your eyes trained on the unfamiliar girl that was walking over to you with Ethan, her perfectly manicured hand holding his.

Tara just shrugged, seeming equally baffled that she was walking over to your lunch spot, more so that she was walking over with Ethan. You looked over to your other friends, everyone looking just as confused as you felt, Mindy looking shocked, and Chad smiling in recognition at the two as they neared. That only made your confusion worse. Who was she? And why did Chad seem to recognize her?

“You’re kidding,” Mindy said, looking from Chad to Ethan and the girl, and back to Chad again.

Chad rolled his eyes and pointed over to them. “Oh, really? Well, if Ethan doesn’t have a girlfriend, then who’s that?”

You turned to Tara in shock, mouthing over to her, “Girlfriend?”

Tara shrugged again, her eyes turning back to the pair, the two of them now sitting down with you, Ethan beside Chad and his apparent girlfriend practically sitting in his lap.

“Guys, this is Stacy. My girlfriend,” Ethan said, smiling awkwardly as everyone stared at him.

“Since when?” you said, trying and failing to hide just how surprised by this you were.

Ethan shrank back slightly, the tone in your voice seeming almost vicious to him. You smiled apologetically, but he was already looking back at her. Your eyes raked over her, taking in her seemingly perfect appearance. Long blonde hair in a high ponytail with a pink bow on top, a white babydoll dress with black mary-janes, and a sparkly pink manicure and perfect makeup to top it off. She was practically the perfect embodiment of femininity. It was almost sickening.

Ethan went to answer, only for Stacy to cut him off and talk over him instead. “Well, we’ve known each other for a few weeks. E has been tutoring me in practically everything. I finally asked him out a few days ago, and we’ve been together ever since.”

She smiled at you, a nice enough gesture, but her eyes glared at you harshly, as if you were nothing more than the bug she just stepped on in her perfect little shoes. Barely even five whole minutes together, and she already seemed to hate you. Lucky for you, the feeling was mutual.

~

“I just don’t get it. Why do you hate her so much?” Tara asked, annoyed at having yet another conversation about Stacy.

“I think the better question is, why don’t you hate her? She’s too perfect, I think she’s hiding something,” you replied, hugging a throw pillow to your chest as you sat down on the couch in Tara’s apartment.

“Agreed!” Mindy chimed in, earning her a slap on the arm from Anika.

“I don’t get why you have a problem with her. I think Stacy’s nice.” Anika added, leaning back against Mindy’s chest.

You groaned. “Easy for you to say! You get along with everyone. And it’s not that I have a problem with her, I just don’t think she and Ethan are good together.”

Tara rolled her eyes at you. “Oh yeah, sure. Alright, I’ll play along. Why aren’t they good together?”

“I just think he could do better than her, that’s all.”

“Oh, what? Like you?”

Your eyes widened a bit at Tara’s words. You had never really thought about it that way before. You and Ethan had been friends since the start of the semester, and you hadn’t bothered to give him any thought as anything more. But maybe that had been the thing you were missing. Your unexplainable hatred for Stacy and the reason that she hated you back. You liked Ethan! You must’ve just been too blind to see it, but obviously Stacy wasn’t. If only you had realized this before he got with her, then maybe you would’ve been his instead. But is it possible that it wasn’t too late?

You smirked. “Yeah, exactly. Like me.”

~

You had spent the next few days figuring out how exactly to go about this. You couldn’t just walk up to him and ask him out, he was already in a relationship, and that would reflect poorly on you. No, first you had to test the waters. Find out if he was interested in you too. Once you built the tension up enough, then you could make your move. That is, if you hadn’t already driven Ethan to do so first.

And here you were, ready to put the first part of your Seduce Ethan plan into action. It was movie night at Sam and Tara’s, and you were sitting in the armchair directly across from the loveseat Ethan and Stacy sat in. Everyone’s attention was on the screen, including Stacy’s, and you could tell that Ethan was getting bored. Which is exactly why you suggested a rom-com, everyone loved them except for Ethan.

His eyes wandered around the room, trying to find something to capture his attention without being a total asshole and pulling out his phone. Soon enough, his gaze landed on you. You met his eyes and smirked. He seemed a bit confused, but didn’t look away. You slowly uncrossed your legs and placed your hands on your knees, sliding them up towards your thighs and simultaneously lifting your skirt.

Ethan’s eyes widened and his face flushed, but he still didn’t look away. In fact, he seemed even more attentive now that you were acting like this. You smiled to yourself as you spread your legs, giving him a perfect view under your skirt. Correction. A perfect view of your bare cunt under your skirt.

Ethan practically choked on air, coughing and turning away, shocked and flustered by what had just happened. You crossed your legs again like nothing happened and turned your attention to the movie. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw Stacy reposition herself on his lap, only to scoff and slap him on the shoulder.

“Perv,” she whispered to him, quiet enough for only him to hear. Well, only him and you.

~

“What was that?!” Ethan asked, pulling you aside after the movie ended.

You looked up at him innocently, a perfected expression of confusion on your face.

“What was what, E?” you asked, using the nickname that she called him.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what you did!” Ethan said, trying to appear mad, but not succeeding in his attempt to do so.

“Enlighten me. What exactly did I do?”

Ethan groaned, pressing the heel of his palms to his eyes in frustration. “You flashed me! What if someone saw? How were you going to explain that?”

You laughed softly, a teasing smile on your face. “Don’t be so uptight, E. No one saw. And besides, why’re you acting so upset? It’s pretty clear that you enjoyed it.”

Before he could ask you what you meant, you reached down and brushed your hand over the prominent bulge in his pants, causing his breath to hitch. You walked away without another word, smirking at him over your shoulder.

~

It had been almost two weeks of you trying to make a move on Ethan, and so far you’ve only succeeded in making him avoid you. Definitely a frustrating setback, but you refused to give up. You knew that he liked you back, or that he was at least attracted to you, proven by the numerous hard-ons you’ve given him with your teasing.

Tonight there was a Halloween party, which you saw as the perfect opportunity to make your move on Ethan, for real this time. No more teasing or suggestive looks, you were going to confront him about his feelings for you and tell him that you felt the same. And lucky for you, Stacy was out of town for the weekend, she had gone back to her hometown to help her parents move houses. So with the girlfriend out of the way and the liquid courage from the party, everything would hopefully be perfect.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, double checking your costume and making sure you looked perfect. You had decided to go as a devil, which admittedly was a bit of a cliche, but you wanted to show Ethan just how different you were from his angel of a girlfriend. Just how better you were. You wore a dark red corset and a little black skirt that barely covered the lacy panties you wore beneath, paired with fishnet tights and black thigh high boots. Finishing your costume off, you had red horns and a little red tail, along with black eyeshadow and dark red lipstick.

You weren’t gonna lie, you looked hot. Ethan might have shut down your advances before, but with the way you looked you doubted he would be able to do so tonight. In just a few short hours, Ethan would finally be yours.

~

You smiled as you approached Ethan and Chad, red plastic cup in your hand and a bit of a stumble in your walk. You had ended up drinking more than you intended, but your mind was just clear enough to be able to focus on what you had been planning on. And judging by the way Ethan’s eyes widened and face turned red, it was already working.

“Chad! There you are! Tara was looking for you. I think she’s in the kitchen. Something about having something to tell you?” you said, motioning over to the room you had last seen Tara in. If you were about to make a move on Ethan, you figured you might as well give Tara a little shove to confess to her crush as well.

Chad’s eyes lit up and he smiled excitedly. “Really? Awesome! Ethan, I’ll be right back. But uh, don’t wait up for me, alright?”

Ethan nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable now that Chad was leaving him. You pouted and nudged him in the shoulder, bringing his attention back to you.

“Don’t look so upset, E. You’re not alone. I’m still here!”

Ethan sighed and looked away from you, deciding that staring at the ground would probably be a lot better than unabashedly staring at your body. You huffed, walking around to stand in front of him and placing a finger under his chin to tilt his head back up towards you.

“Are you mad at me? You’ve been avoiding me lately. Did I do something wrong?”

“Seriously? Y/n, you know what you’ve been doing! For the past few weeks you’ve practically been all over me! I can’t believe someone hasn’t caught on yet. I get that you think it’s weird that I have a girlfriend now, but you don’t have to keep making fun of me about it,” his voice went quiet at the end, looking away again.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He had thought that you were making fun of him? You couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around how he had come to think that, but you didn’t wanna waste any time dwelling on it. Somehow, something went wrong, and you had to fix it.

“I haven’t been making fun of you, E. I would never do something like that to you, you’re one of my closest friends.”

He looked back at you, seeming a bit frustrated now. “Oh, really? Then why have you been acting like that? All the suggestive comments and the touches. What else could it be?”

You huffed in annoyance, reaching forward to take his hands in yours. “Because I like you, E! I’ve been trying to make a move on you for the past few weeks, but you keep shutting me down, even though you’re clearly into it. I thought you were just avoiding me because of Stacy, I didn’t realize that you thought I was making fun of you.”

“You like me? Like- like like me?”

You smiled to yourself at the almost childish way he phrased that. “Yes, Ethan. I like like you. I kept teasing you like that to try and figure out if you liked me too. And judging by your reactions to it, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you like me too.”

Ethan smiled at you for a few moments, before the reality of it all came crashing back down onto him. He sighed and pulled his hands away from yours, making your smile falter.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“This can’t happen, y/n. I’m with Stacy. I like her. I can’t be with you, I can’t-,” Ethan lowered his voice, almost nervous to continue speaking, “cheat on her.”

“Why not? I want you, you want me. Little miss perfect angel is out of town. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

Ethan shook his head, taking a step back. “You’re wrong. I could lose her!”

“It’s not like she has to know. Just ask yourself, who do you want to be with more? Me or her?”

Ethan looked conflicted. A part of him wanted to remain loyal to Stacy, the first girl to ever pay him a second glance. But the other part of him wanted to give in. He’d had a crush on you practically since the day you first met him. And now here you were, offering yourself up to him. It was almost too good to be true. He already had a girlfriend, he didn’t need to be you. But if he was being honest with himself, Stacy wasn’t you. She would never be you.

You wrapped your arms around Ethan’s neck and pulled him closer to you, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw before whispering in his ear. “I know you want me, E. Stop fighting it, just give in. I promise, it’ll be everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.”

Ethan’s breath hitched, every single fiber of his being feeling like it was on fire. This was wrong, and he knew it. But somehow, that made it all the more exciting. Here you were, the hottest girl he had ever seen, practically begging him to be you. So what if he was with Stacy? Who was he to say no to you?

And so against Ethan’s better judgment, he found himself nodding. “Okay, yes. I want you.”

~

A few minutes later, you and Ethan had found an empty room upstairs, and you were currently sitting upon his lap on top of the bed. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, and his hands were nervously hovering over your hips.

“You’re allowed to touch me, y’know. It’s okay baby, you don’t gotta be so nervous.”

Ethan nodded, his hands hesitantly gripping your hips and pulling you closer. “Sorry, I’ve just never done something like this before. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That, you had not been expecting.

“Are you telling me you're a virgin?”

Ethan nodded, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yeah… Is that a problem?”

You quickly shook your head. “No, not at all! I just… wasn’t expecting it, I guess. You’re with Stacy, so I guess I just thought that you’d have done something with her by now.”

“Nope. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, she just doesn’t seem all that interested. Honestly, I’m not even sure she really likes me. Part of me feels like she’s just using me to get better grades.

You frowned at his words, huffing in annoyance. “If you really feel like that about her, then why were you so worried about her finding out about us? I mean, if you don’t even think she likes you, there’s really no problem with any of this then.”

Ethan sighed. “Because! I’d never been in a relationship before her. I guess I’m just scared of losing her because I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone who wants to be with me like that again.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes jokingly at him. “Uhm, hello? I’m right here.”

“Really? You’d want to be in a relationship with me?”

“Uhhh, yeah! What, did you think that I only wanted you for sex?”

Ethan’s face flushed and he nodded. “Yeah, kinda. I guess I’m still getting used to the whole people actually wanting to be around me thing.”

You smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, leaving a dark red mark from your lipstick in its place. “Well I definitely wanna be around you. In every single way I can.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, leaning in closer to him. “Yeah.”

Pulling him towards you, you finally kissed Ethan for the first time. It was perfect. You had been dreaming of this moment ever since you realized that you saw him as more than a friend. Not only did it feel perfect, but it felt right. Like the two of you were destined to be together, right here in this moment.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair and you tried to pull him even closer. Ethan’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close to his as physically possibly. You could’ve stayed like that forever if only you didn’t need to breathe. Eventually, you reluctantly pulled away to catch your breath, your forehead leaning against his.

“I think that was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Ethan said, a lovestruck smile on his face.

You smirked to yourself. “Baby, if you thought that was the best thing you’ve ever experienced, then I don’t know what you’re gonna think of everything else I have planned for you.”

Your hands trailed down his chest, before finally reaching his belt. This was gonna be a long night, and you couldn’t wait to get started.

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🍔 anon again

Got sent home early from work yesterday bc a customer apparently complained about me being rude???

(90% sure it was the one lady in the bigass truck who looked at the “hey our new drive thru is too small so no big trucks” and kept going, then when I warned her said “I’ll be fine,” then when I actually got to her (bc I, trying to avoid this exact scenario, paused mid-order three cars ahead so I could run back to her) she asks if we do split checks. I say no, she huffs and leaves (and scrapes her truck on the curb like I warned her abt.))

A few minutes later I’m called inside and into the office. It’s 90-something outside so I assume I looked hot or whatever and then the supervisor comes in and says I’m being rude??

“We’ve had this conversation before” yes, we have, where I THOUGHT it was established that 1. I will never ever actively try to be rude to a customer bc most of them are nice and also I want to avoid getting in trouble and 2. I can’t tell if I’m coming across as rude unless I’m trying to be, which brings us back to point 1.

But no, apparently he wasn’t listening to me then or whatever.

(Side note, this could all be avoided if people told me when I seemed rude instead of going behind my back and leaving me to think everything’s fine and normal.)

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[cwgl418]

Abuse (?) , suicidal thoughts //

I'm honestly have no idea if I suffered from abuse or being mistreated and that led me to have several mental disorders. I've recently got “diagnosed” with PTSD. But when I say “diagnosed” it means I'm not entirely sure since my doctor is always vague with his diagnosis.

If u happen to know any good resources abt abuse, c-PTSD, PTSD, or depression, plz let me know in the comments🥲

What led me to have c-PTSD/PTSD:

Firstly, you need to know they have OCD and Bipolar disorder and experienced bullying so I think you need to have the context that they’re not exactly mentally well too.

Well, I met the one of my former moot online one day, because I was desperate of entering the animation industry as a color designer and they were one of the Japanese artists who works from home. I thought it might be a good opportunity to ask them about stuff. After that, we became moots.

One day, I decided to ask them if I could use their line art to color design and put in my portfolio. They had their restrictions like “Don’t make my OC in to a Black character” I was a little bummed about that request, feeling that feels a little bit anti-black, but they said yes, so I decided to work. And I told them, “It’s really hard, because the colors you’ve chosen is already good” and they replied, “Well, if you just use my colors, it will just fan art. Go find someone else”.

I accepted that request and the project was cancelled.

Before that, we’ve had a conversation, that I don’t really like the term “Yuri” to express wlw, so I suggested them to call it Sapphic instead. They declined so I decided to respect their wishes. But told them that “Well, please know that at least I tried”. And we also had a conversation about Disney styles. People always think I have a Disney style, and they on the other hand, have a completely different art style. More like a anime style for kids. So I told them, if you need any help with Disney style in your portfolio, I could help. Because I thought I could show my gratitude for being kind to me.

After that, I’ve saw their tweet saying, “When Marnie Was There is so yuri”. I was stunned because it was a ship between a grandmother and granddaughter. It was an incest ship.

After that, they also tweeted that “Lumity is yuri” and to be honest, I was at my limit so I tweeted, “I don’t think the term yuri is suitable for Lumity. You could call it wlw, GL, or Sapphic instead”. And oh, they went mad.

They told me, how yuri is not a bad or dirty term, and was so angry at me. I told them, we should end this conversation because we won’t agree on each other. The next day, I decided to soft block them. Only to find out they’ve blocked me on multiple accounts and they’ve spread a misinformation about me that “She said she hate yuri”.

Not only it felt like misgendering (because they kept using she/her and not they/them or ros/rose my other pronouns at that time), it was completely false information. So I tweeted on my account that “I didn’t said I hated yuri. I literally love wlw. I just don’t like the term” and they saw the tweet, deleted it, and tweeted again. And they also accused me that I said they don’t have a Disney style and they are hurt by it. I literally didn’t said that. I have proof and screenshots of what I’ve said.

What bummed me the most is that they were talking about our conversations we talked through DM. Meaning private.

They also said, that “Am I anti-black for saying that I don’t allow my OCs of not being colored darker?” Leaving the context completely that they specifically said that they don’t want their characters Black.

So a lot of people started to get angry at me, saying I’m childish or an asshole. A lot of people speculated by their tweets that I was a foreigner trying to gain control of a Japanese person with their terms when I’m Japanese myself. The person who accused me all of this, kept misgendering me so their followers did too.

I decided to just leave them. But I couldn’t get them off my head. One day, I’ve decided to visit their account on my alt account because I wanted to take a screenshot of their tweets bad mouthing me. And I saw their tweets accusing me that I’ve been kept falsely accusing them and harassing them for months so they’ve took the screenshots of my tweets and went to the police and the lawyer. I got very scared.

Ever since, I’m so scared of them, avoiding anything that reminds me of them (words, my attendance record for work, names, characters, movies etc), and keep having flashbacks of that incident.

My memories of what I exactly tweeted abt them is so blurry, so I might be wrong, but I think I tried to warn ppl that they ship incest ships and that they are a proshipper. And the way that they said that they don't allow their characters to be colored dark skinned only slightly tanned and not Black feels a bit anti-Black. And I think they took as me trying to harrass them or defame them or spreading false info bc they thought I’ve worded differently

And that’s the entire story I guess.

What’s my “abuse”?

So my abuse… starts w my mom… she doesn’t speak English but she always wanted to and pushed my dreams on me. I grew up learning English w my mom. The shouting got worse when I was in Elementary school. I would get scolded for the smallest things.

Like not remembering the meaning of the word. She would lock herself up in her room and I just cried while I’ll just write her an apology letter. She wouldn’t hit me, but sometimes kicked me. She still does when she gets too hot headed.

The second one is my homestay at Australia. I had two host families. I'll get to why later. But my first host family was a grandma. And before my stay, I asked her if she had a wi-fi and she said yes, we weren't allowed to bring out own wi-fi so I was relieved. Until I’ve learned she doesn't.

So I asked her if she could get wi-fi during my stay and she said yes so we went to get a wi-fi unit I've learned she thought I wanted to buy myself my own wi-fi. I was surprised and refused and I left the store.

During my stay, there was a Chinese boy with me. He had his own wi-fi. I could hear him talking to his phone in his room and that made me more lonely. I was crying in my room without no comfort, no internet, no way to contact my mom.

Until I breaked down in front of my host mother and the Chinese boy kindly offered me to share his wi-fi. I happily took the offer. The next day, I was accused by my teachers that I bought a wi-fi and I never left my room.

I was confused, bc I never bought a wi-fi and was in my room just playing w my phone. I was crying in my room. I told them it was all an misunderstanding. I've never bought a wi-fi, I got shared a wi-fi from another boy who's home staying. The teachers were horrified.

Bc it was against the rules. It was supposed to be only one student per home. I was apologized by the misunderstanding but I had to change my host family.

After that, I moved to a different host family. This host family seemed wealthy. They had two kids (both boys) and I had my own place to stay w a wi-fi (finally!) But I had to go and be around w the boy's sports lessons and I was bored.

Although, I had severe social anxiety at that time (without knowing) I tried my best to be present and interact w them. I was pretty happy w my second host family. Until, I was called to a room during my lecture by my teacher.

There was my host mother and his son waiting. I was wondering why I was called out during class. Until I was told by my teachers that my host family told them that I wasn't interacting much as they wish too.

I was humiliated in front of them about my personality and how I should be more extroverted for my own sake. I remember crying and said “But this is just who I am…”

After that incident, I asked my host family if I'm able to visit the medival inspired castle. They told me if I want to go there, I need to pay everything including their fees. I was shocked and took down my offer.

During my stay of my second host family, I had to come to the school an hour early due to their work schedule. So I had an hour to myself nothing to do. My friends won’t come soon so I just decided to use my phone which was against the rules.

Eventually, I've got caught and my phone was taken away. My only comfort, my only way to contact my family and online friends. Even though there were students using their phones during the class.

Of course, I was scolded by it and cried. I haven't got my phone back until my last day of my stay. Eventually, I got a cold and I my throat hurt I couldn't speak. It was my worst stay ever. And that's the end of the story I guess.

What’s my suspicion with depression?

My mom asked if I’m happen to be depressed bc my shopping addiction got worse and I honestly don’t know. I’m being suspecting if I have one for months. But it’s not the same as the early symptoms(crying and having diarrhea every day) I’ve experienced during college so I’m not sure.

I just feel less joy w my hobbies like drawing or reading. I haven’t finished an actual book for months…

Sometimes when I look at the knife I just think and wonder if I wanna cut myself or stab myself… but I wonder it’s bc of my OCD or depression. I honestly have no idea.

I asked my doctor months ago and he was like “Well you might be”. He doesn't diagnose me specifically. So I'm still confused whether if my lack of joy on drawing and reading is due to depression and I just happen to get my shit together bc I already take antidepressants bc of my OCD.

[athena-writes-i-guess]

what abt a oneshot where reader is in public and calls eddie (they’re dating) and asks him to pretend to be her bf cause she completely forgot they were actly dating cause the relationship was new and she was drunk and he’s like girl what? i am ur bf!!

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for this request! Sorry it took a little bit! Work has been actually insane for the last few weeks. I really had fun writing this little thing, I really hope you like it!!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader

~~

“So, do you want to maybe go get food with me sometime?” You were asked as the boy, who’s name you couldn’t remember, leaned on the counter in front of you.

You were at a party, roped into going by your friend Robin. She practically begged you to go so she wouldn’t be alone when Steve got busy, and you had nothing to do that night anyways so you decided to go. You had been drinking, probably a little too much at this point, and you were already a little wobbly and confused when you started this conversation. Hell, you didn’t even know what had been said that led to this question.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t.” You slurred out, taking another sip of the mystery drink Steve had made you.

“Awe, really? We’ve been having such a nice time talking.” He asked, shooting you a friendly smile.

Shit. You hated confrontation so much. And letting people down always made you uncomfortable. You usually made your best friend, Eddie, do it for you. Too bad he wasn’t here right now to help.

Then you had a thought, something Eddie had told you to say if you were uncomfortable with a guy hitting on you, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend. Think he’d be pretty mad if I went out with another guy.” You lied, adding a small chuckle for effect.

“Oh, really? I didn’t know that, I haven’t seen you with anyone. Who’s the lucky guy if I can ask? See who I lost to.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink as he looked around, seemingly to look for your supposed boyfriend.

“Oh -uh- he’s not here yet. Had something to do before the party.” You said quickly, taking another sip as you avoided his eyes.

“Well, introduce me later. It’d be cool to meet him.” He said with a nod, “I’m gonna go get another drink! See you later!”

Shit. You hadn’t thought he’d actually ask to meet your boyfriend. What to do now? Who could you even ask to pretend?

You looked around the kitchen that you were standing in at the teens around you, trying to see a friendly face, when suddenly it hit you.

Eddie.

You could ask Eddie! He wouldn’t mind pretending to be your boyfriend. He had always told you that he could if you needed. You had always felt a little awkward about asking him, since you had been basically in love with him since you met. But now you need him.

You decided to look for a phone upstairs where it was a little quieter, passing by tipsy teens as you made your way through the house. You nudged passed couples chatting and making out as you walked up the stairs until you finally found an empty room. You quickly locked the door behind you and rushed over to the phone, dialing the number you had memorized from daily use.

It rang and rang and you were worried that he wasn’t home. You knew he had band practice today. You almost gave up when you finally heard a hurried, “Hello?”

“Eds! Thank god you’re home!” You said, slightly relieved.

“Hey sweetheart! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later. Is everything okay?” He asked, concern laced through his words.

“Yeah, everything is fine. It’s just- do you remember how you said that I should tell creeps that I have a boyfriend if they ask me out?” You questioned.

“Yeah?” Eddie responded, slightly confused.

“Well this guy- I don’t even know his name- asked me out and I said I have a boyfriend and now he wants to meet him and I don’t have anyone! Can you please come and pretend to be my boyfriend?” You pleaded, twirling the phone cord around your finger anxiously.

“Sweetheart-” He started, now Eddie really was confused.

“Please Eddie? Pretty please?” You interrupted.

You heard Eddie laugh and you felt the frown pull at your lips, now he was going to tease you about this.

“Sweetheart, I can’t pretend to be your boyfriend.” He said, you could hear the smile through the phone.

“Okay, sorry Eddie.” You couldn’t stop from pouting.

“Wait, babe, it’s because I’m already your boyfriend.” He laughed. “I can’t pretend to be something I already am.”

You felt your eyes go wide and your mouth dropped open in surprise. How could you forget? How could you forget that the guy that you had loved for years had asked you to be his girlfriend just last week?

Alcohol. That’s how.

“Sweetheart? You still there?” He chuckled.

“Oh.” Is all you could say.

“How much have you been drinking, sweet thing?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t know, Steve’s been giving me these drinks and I don’t know what’s in them.” You chuckled, smiling even more at the little “Great” he let out at that. “I’m sorry Eds. I can’t believe I forgot! I think that means I should cut myself off, only water now.”

“It’s alright baby. How about I come over, walk around with you for a bit and get you a little sober- make sure that creep stays away from my girl- and then I’ll take you home for the night. Then tomorrow, for our date, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to forget that I’m your boyfriend, hmm?” He teased lightly, you could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“That sounds good babe.” You smiled, “Thank you. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me neither, sweet thing. Be there soon pretty girl!”

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[wowsosad]

I love your stuff so far!!! Care to share any thoughts on maybe,, 17ish sam still being a virgin and Dean teasing him abt it? :33333

Hi nonnie :) I took some liberties with this, and it’s mostly unserious and silly. Lmk if you want something smutty next time !

CW/TW: Sam is 17 and Dean is 21, bisexual Sam, sexual conversation, coming out

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Sam’s done stuff, okay? Not a crazy amount, but he’s had a couple girlfriends, some guyfriends (not boyfriends, there’s a key difference) that he’s fooled around with. But actual sex? Not yet. Dean clocks him on that the summer after his 17th birthday, when John’s dropped them off at some random apartment in western Montana. He’s helping a buddy—a Mason or Michael or Mitch, Sam can’t remember—with a vampire coven a town and a half away. Sam and Dean would’ve been invited, but Dean’s got stitches healing up his sides, and Sam’s got a “shitty goddamn attitude”. They’re rotting in the dry air of the apartment when Dean decides he’s bored of daytime TV, and demands a round of Quid Pro Quo, AKA the game where Dean asks as many embarrassing questions he can think of. Sam’s so bored out of his skull that he agrees to it.

They’re sitting across from each other on the living room couch, and it starts simple. Stupid stuff, like “when’d you last jerk off,” and “monster we’ve killed that you’d fuck”. To anyone else, it’d be a weird conversation to have with your brother, but sex is 80% of Dean’s personality. Half of the shit that comes out of Dean’s mouth has something to do with girls, or boobs, or dicks between boobs, or whatever other dirty thing he can think of. Sam was used to this.

“Um…” Sam trailed, eyes drifting to the ceiling as he tried to think of his next question, “What is… What’s something you’d never do with a girl?”

Dean hummed, pushing his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout as he thought of his answer, “I dunno. I think anything with another guy would be a no, especially like, her boyfriend or brother or something. If he wants to watch, I won’t mind, but active participation is a no from me.”

Sam scrunched his nose at the idea, feigning disgust. A guy-girl-guy sandwich didn’t sound too bad in his head, but an interested response didn’t seem appropriate. Dean laughed at Sam’s expression, relaxing into the couch.

“My turn,” Dean’s smile dipped towards something mischievous, and Sam knew he was in for something raunchy, “When’d you lose your virginity?”

Sam’s heart stuttered, and he felt his face heat. “Uh,” he swallowed harshly, “Last year,” the lie stumbled off his tongue. Dean’s eyebrow raised.

“When last year?” Dean pushed, and Sam shook his head.

“Nope,” Sam bit the inside of his cheek, “My turn. Why the disinterest in including a guy?”

Dean’s face flushed slightly, confusing Sam. Dean wasn’t the type to blush, but maybe it was the blunt way Sam had delivered the question. The older brother shrugged.

“I dunno, I’m not into dudes. If I’m fucking a girl, I don’t want someone else’s dick involved,” Dean hurried through the sentence, then his eyes hardened on Sam. “When’d you lose your virginity last year?”

Sam’s ears were hot. “A little before my birthday, when we were in Missouri.” He’d quickly puzzled through the aspects of the lie in the brief seconds Dean had used to respond to his question. The game felt like an investigation with the way he spit out his next question: “You mentioned a brother being part of the equation. Has that ever happened to you?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Jesus, you’re hooked on this one. Yeah, a few years ago when we hunted that shapeshifter in Utah, one of the cheerleaders flirted pretty hard with me. I thought we were gonna hook up, but she said that we could only fuck if her brother got to supervise. It was weird, and I didn’t talk to her again afterwards.”

Sam nodded his acknowledgment, and felt his stomach swoop when Dean’s eyes darkened.

“What was the name of the girl you lost your virginity to, and what’d she look like?”

Oh, he’d gone in for the kill. Sam paused too long before responding, and knew he’d lost.

“Um. Dakota, and she was, uh, blonde, and had green eyes. She was cute, I guess,” Sam sputtered, and the growing smirk on Dean’s face didn’t help his embarrassment of being caught.

“You little shit, you’re lying!” Dean crowed, tossing his head back as he laughed, one of his hands coming up to cradle his stitched-up side, “You seriously haven’t lost it yet?”

Sam’s face burned, and his stomach flip-flopped. Nausea crawled up his throat, his body physically reacting to how silly he felt. Being caught in a lie was far worse than just admitting he hadn’t had sex yet—Dean wasn’t going to shut up about this for weeks.

“Shuddup!” Sam’s voice was practically a whine as he buried his face in his hands, scrubbing at his eyes before yelling over Dean’s hyena laughter, “It’s not like I haven’t done other stuff, you jerk, I just haven’t gone all the way!”

Dean’s laughter calmed, the elder of the two’s expression shifting from humor to interest. “Okay, then what’s the farthest you’ve gone?”

Sam scowled, “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“I’m not playing anymore,” Dean grinned, “I’m just asking. Answer the question.”

Sam’s face felt like it was on fire, and his stomach felt like a pot of water that’d been readied to boil. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard he bled.

“I-” Sam hesitated, debating whether or not to lie again. The farthest he’d ever gone ever was him and a guyfriend (not boyfriend) making out in some back room of a house party, then jerking each other off. Some fingers had ended up inside of him, and his face darkened further at the thought. He could lie, spin it like he’d been with some girl, but Dean was waiting for a lie. Sam huffed, avoiding his older brothers wide, excited eyes.

“I was at a party, and we made out and… ugh, we got off together. Fingering was involved,” Sam covered his eyes with his hand, groaning at Dean’s low, appreciative whistle.

“Wow,” Dean’s smile was salacious, “What was her name?”

Sam could lie. He really could, since Dean seemed to have taken the bait. He removed his face from his hand, glancing over to Dean. His stomach twisted and turned.

“Daniel,” Sam muttered.

Dean blinked, and blinked again. His grin slipped off his face as he seemed to process the information. Sam felt sick.

“Daniel, or like, Danielle?” Dean tried. Sam swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Daniel. His name was Daniel Atkins.”

Sam watched, the fear dissipating from his stomach as Dean’s face slowly turned bright red. A little grin perked at his mouth.

“Uh,” Dean tried, suddenly averting eye contact, “Cool, alright.”

“‘Cool’?” Sam questioned. Dean nodded emphatically.

“Yeah, totally cool,” Dean affirmed, though his face remained red, “Very very cool. Still lame that you’re a virgin, though.”

Sam snorted, and extended his leg to kick Dean softly, “Jerk.”

Dean swatted at Sam’s offending leg, “Bitch!”

[whumpshaped]

i... .. fitz. u know the gist. im insane abt him. fitz and alexander both belong to the lovely @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, multiple whumpers, carewhumpers tho, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

Rye knew they were supposed to be feeling something as they watched Fitz and Alexander on the couch, cuddling and being affectionate with each other in a way neither of them had ever been with them. They knew, because they’d felt it before, and they had an inkling in the back of their mind that it was an entirely human emotion, something normal, something any person would’ve felt in a situation like this… but they just couldn’t remember. 

The feeling was still there, buried under thick layers of enthrallment and conditioning. It didn’t leave them alone. Rye tilted their head and opened their mouth to say something, to… what were they trying to say?

Fitz glanced up from where he was splayed across Alexander’s lap, as though only just now noticing the thrall in the doorway. “Oh, Rye. Nice timing.”

They suddenly shut their mouth, immediately placated by the shallow praise. They walked over without question when Fitz gestured to them, little sparks of hope filling their heart and making it beat just a little quicker. Would they be allowed on the couch? Would they be allowed some affection too? 

“I was getting a little peckish.”

All that hope came crashing down as Fitz sat up to be able to feed, and Rye could suddenly place the mystery emotion quite well and clearly. Jealousy. They were jealous of whatever the two vampires had. They were jealous of being wanted for something other than their blood. They were jealous of being wanted at all, of being…

Fitz gently wrapped his fingers around their wrist, and their head was empty before their body hit the couch’s soft cushion. “You don’t have any problems with me feeding, do you?” he asked, and Rye couldn’t imagine why they would’ve done anything other than shake their head.

“Of course not, sir. Please, drink as much as you like.”

Fitz grinned. “I figured as much. But I just had to ask, since you looked so upset.” He lifted their hand, and Rye watched their wrist get nearer and nearer those fangs in a fascinated trance. They weren’t excited, per se, but they were definitely looking forward to the bite. “But surely, that was entirely unrelated to Lex and I having a leisurely evening to ourselves. Yes?”

Rye didn’t take their eyes off their wrist in Fitz’s hold. “Yes, sir. Entirely unrelated.”

“You could easily reassure them that they’re wanted,” Alexander interjected. “Which they are.”

“I could.” Fitz ran a thumb along the smooth skin of Rye’s wrist, still not taking any blood, merely soothing them until they couldn’t think of anything but providing it. “But we’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?” he asked with a sweet, sweet smile, and Rye spoke without a second, or even a first thought.

“Yes, sir. We have.”

Alexander sighed, and if Rye had been any less enthralled, they might’ve picked up on some pity from the man. “Some things bear repeating.”

“Mhm. That they do.” Fitz leaned in a little, his smile endlessly condescending as he said, “Stop being so silly, Rye. Different people serve different purposes, you know that. Aren’t you happy you have a purpose?”

Alexander sighed again, even heavier, but it was drowned out by Rye’s enthusiastic, affirmative response. “Yes, sir, I am. I am happy. I’m so happy to be given a purpose, please, let me fulfill it.”

“I’d be cruel not to.” He finally bit down on their wrist, closing his eyes as he drank. Rye shuddered at the feeling, their own eyes fluttering halfway closed from the pleasant sensation. 

How silly they had been. They couldn’t even remember what had gotten them so worked up. Weren’t they content? Didn’t they have everything they could’ve asked for? They could feel Fitz’s satisfaction as he filled his stomach, and really, they couldn’t think of anything more they wanted from life than knowing they were pleasing him.

[fckedinlove-inactive]

my boy and i finally got the chance to actually fuck around and not just something super quick while his roommate is sleeping and fuck, was it worth it.

our first round was the first time we’ve talked abt anything violent (while i’m getting him off) in a really long time. earlier today i made a few small cuts in the middle of my chest, at the bottom of my sternum, and he went fucking insane for it. i showed him videos and photos of me dragging my knife along my torso and pressing the point to the gap between each half of my rib cage. i told him all about how easy it’d be just to drive the knife all the way into my body, and his response was to make a post abt exactly what he wanted to do to me (which i’ll add a screenshot of). tonight when i was letting him use his toy, i talked abt how i’d let him dig his hands all the way into my abdomen and feel my warm body around him while he rides me. i reminded him that when people die, they get especially hard—that he could very likely get me to cum inside him even once i’m dead. i don’t remember the last time i heard him get that loud. we talked more abt how he could bite my tongue off and drink the blood from my mouth, taste me while he cums around my necro cock. he came so fucking hard; i could hear him caught in limbo, his body stuck hesitating on the edge right before it finally fucking hit him and he came harder than he has in probably a month.

the second round started with him asking me to call him a good little boy. of course i couldn’t help but oblige him more times than i’d like to admit. after that i was sure to make up for it by humiliating him for how fucked up he is. ageplay used to be in his “hard limits” list on tumblr, then he ended up taking it out just a few weeks into knowing me. i never forced it on him; all i did was call him a good little boy every now and then and he completely threw himself into it, asking me for more. i just gave him what he wanted so repeatedly that he realized no normal person would be in tears begging to get fucked like a little boy, so he took it out of his limits. it was only a matter of time before he moved it into his kink list. i made him do exactly what i mentioned, by the way—repeat “please fuck me like a little boy” over and over. the way his breath caught in his throat as he turned his toy up a setting genuinely sent chills throughout my entire fucking body. i had him grind up against it nonstop (and now that i’m laying here writing this out and imagining his hips working against his toy, i’m struggling to finish this post). he came nearly as hard as the first time once i finally let him. he sounded so fucking pretty too, especially because i’d kept telling him that i wanted to hear him, that it was the least he could do after all the work i’ve put into making him worse.

the third round was a lot more relaxed. baby boy was getting sleepy so i had him drink some water and get comfortable in bed before letting him use his toy again. i don’t remember a good amount of what i was saying; from what i can recall it was a way more toned down version of the second round. i vaguely remember lots of praise, though. he accidentally came after a short conversation about me using his throat and mouth while he’s gagging, drool and tears running down his face. i think that’s what actually pushed him over the edge—me telling him in the softest voice there’d be drool coating his face just like a pretty little boy and i’d have to wipe it off. he made the sleepiest, most adorable moans before a couple quiet whimpers of “cumming” and then finally the sounds to prove it.

i want to emphasize how much i fucking love this boy and how important he is to me. i don’t usually mention this, but i always check in with him before, during, and after. he always gets as much aftercare as i can offer with lots of “i love you’s.” i don’t generally like to mention it because i consider it very intimate and would like to keep it as such, but i also want to state that my baby boy is very loved and very well taken care of. i expect a lot of praise from whoever reads this so i can show him and put a pretty smile on his face. (he does have a very cute smile, by the way.)

[therealslimshakespeare]

my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

[matthewmurdockswife]

best friends brother with matt sturniolo?

Best friends brother x matt sturniolo

It was actually chris who had introduced me to matt we’ve now been together for almost two years and I agreed to let the fans in on more of our life so we decided to do a Q&A video

Nick introduced the video and after a few minutes of us messing around the questions started “Ok so someone asked if you were to get married would matt move out from the triplet house” chris recited the question from his phone “ No” was all matt had awnsered “ I’m pretty sure if we got married I’d just move in with them” I said as I watched matt “ I think y/n has grown as attached to us at matt is” nick jokes but we all knew it wasnt a joke I loved being here And I Loved matt and his brothers were my support system I cant imagine what I would do without them they’re always there for me. “Okay next question how did you guys meet?” Nick reads off of his phone“I started this” chris sighs in a mockingly upset tone and i punch him in the arm jokingly “ Thats true I was best friends with chris long before I met nick and matt I knew I liked matt about 3 months after we met when we started hanging out one on one and I got to really know matt as a person and the rest became history” I smiled holding matts hand knowing I was so lucky to have met him and be with such an amazing, giving and loving person“and next week we hit our 2 year anniversary” matt smiles at me “Gross” nick says watching in disgust I move out of the way as the triplets do their outro and sit on the couch chris and matt comes and joins me while nick sits in the chair.“ two years is wild” chris says trying to initiate conversation “ crazy to think that ive known you longer than that” I laugh at chris

“ you’re old” I joke him he mock pouts and pretends to be angry while I look over at the love of my life next to me kicking his brother, my best friend in the leg I dont know how fate placed me into this but im so grateful to able to be with people as amazing as the three boys that sit in front of me today laughing and joking around like ive been with them their whole lives

Im even more grateful for matt the beautiful boy who sits next to me holding my hand and hugs me whenever I feel like the world is falling apart, matt knows how to fix me, he knows me.

a/n yall this shit from the VAULT shes been in my drafts forever lmao sorry i forgot abt them

@stvrni0lo @dwntwn-strnlo @fenoy7

[kingshimura4872]

Don't you Remember?

First installment of something I daydream abt allllll the time :]

May or may not add onto it, honestly all depends on the feedback I get from it.

Word count: 722 (Not as long as I'd like, but eh)

Not really specified towards a character rn, but kinda childhood friends to enemies??

Tw: Nothing much, just a little angsty.

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“Attention, class.” The voice of Class 1-A’s teacher echoed gently against the walls of the classroom and everyone, who’d previously been talking amongst themselves about topics he couldn’t care less about, went quiet and turned to face him. “As you know, we’ve talked about a new student coming a little late this year. You’re all second-years now so I expect you to know how to act. He’ll be here in just a moment with All Might and Hawks.” He explained.

   “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that!” Ururaka, a short, brown haired girl chimed, placing an index finger to her cheek.

   “I heard that they were a villain before this-”

   “Kaminari, I will not tolerate you finishing that sentence. And you will tell me who told you that after class.” Aizawa cut into the yellow headed boy, who immediately looked down, dejected.

   “Are there any questions before he arrives? That he himself can’t answer?” 

Everyone looked around at each other, small whispers floating but no one speaking up.

   “I do not believe so, Sir.” Iida, an assertive blue haired individual, spoke up in a sharp tone.

   “Alright. Stay in your seats and don’t be too loud. We’ll hold lessons for the rest of the week so he can get acclimated with the environment, but don’t think you can slack off. We’ll still be having training sessions.” 

And with that, everyone slowly went back to their own conversations, some moving to sit on their desks rather than in it, some simply turning around or crossing their legs in their seat to talk to their friends. They talked about who it could be, if anyone knew him, if he was famous or just stupid since he was coming in so suddenly. But after a few minutes, the talks diverged back into a daily talk about this and that, grades and places to go after school.

Aizawa looked down at his phone, reading a message he’d received from the winged hero notifying him of their arrival.

Hawks: Heyooo~ were on our way, so get ur kids in line lol ;]

The mere sight of his lackluster way of communicating irked the teacher, making him roll his eyes and shove the phone back in his pockets. The kids could talk and relax for a little while longer before they were thrown into a new situation. He wasn’t sure if any of them had dealt with sudden transfer students before, but he felt it was best to have them as comfortable and open as possible so there would be minimal tension. He just wanted his kids happy. 

And no matter how much taunting he got from his peers about acting more like a father than a teacher, he couldn’t deny he cared for his students like his own. He just wanted them safe, happy, and engaged with the activity.

A cheery knock on the door caught everyone’s attention immediately and they all piped down again, turning to face the doors.

   “Ugh, him and his weird knocking.” Aizawa groaned. “Alright, students. Remember, be kind and welcoming. It’s just as awkward to be the new kid as it is to watch the new kid. Don’t be rude and be patient with him.” He ordered, turning his own body to the door. “Come in.” 

Hawks, the winged hero, strutted in first. He flashed his signature smile, waving at the students that waved back and moving to stand in the middle of the front classroom area.

   “Alright-y, Kiddos! Who’s ready to make a new friend?” He sang, hands sinking comfortably into his pockets. Everyone was silent. 

   “Huh. Tough crowd. Welp, bring him in, All Might!” The dirty blonde chuckled, glancing back to the doors. Just in front of All Might waltzed in a boy, dressed in the U.A. uniform, face blank and hands by his sides. He walked until he reached the other hero, turning to face the class and blinking slowly. All Might took his place beside the boy, placing a large hand across his shoulder and flashing his own signature smile.

   “I AM HERE!...To welcome our newest student! Young heroes, this is-”

   “(Y/N)?!” The shout came in unison from two different students, both of which jolted up immediately. Everyone looked to see Bakugou and Midoriya being the owners of each voice, watching in shock and new interest.

[thecontainerstoreofficial]

long post after cut, not a vent just love life update and also a question for those who are better at this than i am….

okok so basically i ran into an acquaintance from college 2 saturdays ago who i always thought was kind of cute if a little out of my league and we always vibed super well in conversation….we mostly saw each other in group settings through a mutual friend. but when we ran into each other randomly he DMed me afterward on instagram and expressed interest in catching up in person!! and then we proceeded to DM for the next week talking abt random geek stuff + work, at some point i gave him my number so we could text instead.

(also for context the few times we’ve hung out in groups i was openly involved with someone or other at the time, but the fact that he’s reaching out individually now makes it feel like he checked my instagram after seeing me and saw that i had removed all of the photos of my ex-boyfriend and then decided to reach out….)

soooo basically last night after us texting for around a week and a half i asked if he wanted to hang out this weekend or next. and he’s suggested sunday dinner. does this have date vibes??? hes been very receptive and he was the one to reach out initially, but since then i’ve been the one making the moves (ie moving us to text versus DM and now me suggesting a concrete timeframe for us to hang irl….)

it all feels kind of datey but honestly ive been in situations before where it FELT datey but i was the one making all the moves and then it turned out the other person wasnt interested and it only felt datey bc of my own efforts. especially since we’re both recent grads so maybe hes lonely and just looking to make friends that are still in the area since some people moved away after graduating?? like its confusing bc dinner feels like a good sign but i also feel like sunday is the least sexy day of the week 🤔

sorry for the boytalk lol im just out of practice and usually its easier understanding the vibe when u meet people off of hinge or whatever bc that means that they inherently are romantically inrterested in u. meeting organically means this extra step to dating where you have to figure out if its even a date at all!!

[wooahaes]

let’s see each other a little more

pairing: non-idol!jaehyuk x fem!reader

genre: fluff!

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mention! slightly nervous and sappy jae, too.

daisy’s notes: god this has me thinking abt the cupcake place in my town...

Jaehyuk, truthfully, did not realize how hard baking a cake could be... which was why, post clean-up, he was walking with you to a bakery now.

He had meant to surprise you in your apartment with a homemade cake. He’d followed the tutorial almost perfectly, he was sure (although now that he was thinking about it, maybe he misread the oven temperature...?). But time had gotten away from him while he was preparing the stuff to decorate, and, bam, burnt cake because the other distraction in your apartment was you, who’d been playfully teasing him the entire time. So he told you he’d run out and get some cupcakes and come back, just to salvage your birthday for you. You insisted on going with him, which lead to now: him, hand-in-hand with you, reading off directions from Google maps to a place that Junkyu had told him about. It wasn’t too hard to find it, thankfully, and he already recognized it from pictures of that time Yoshi had dragged him here...

Which meant that cupcake case in the back of their picture was right there, full of different flavors for you to ponder over. Jaehyuk, in all of his love for you, knew that it’d take you a few minutes to decide on what you wanted. So he let go of your hand and told you he’d look around a little and to just let him know what you wanted, cupcake-wise, while he scoped out the drink case. He knew your tastes there well enough.

The lady behind the counter, though, had spoken up in a low enough voice that you wouldn’t overhear. “Is she your girlfriend?”

Jaehyuk looked up from where he was looking through drinks, glancing back to you before shyly nodding. “It’s her birthday,” he confessed. “I was going to make a cake for her, but... I ended up messing it up.”

She nodded, looking over to you. “I see.”

“She’ll be a few minutes,” he said quickly. “It takes her some time to make up her mind, but that’s okay.” He smiled a little, more to himself than anyone else. “I love her. But...” He paused, looking back at her. If he asked any of his friends, they’d never let him live it down. He’d already lied and said that he chose a safer option to buy something for you instead--imagine if they heard that he burned the cake. “Do you... Do you know how I can make it up to her?”

The lady had perked up, curiosity piqued by the sudden question. But she softened a little as she made her way back to the counter, keeping her voice low. “Tell me about her.”

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he set your drinks down. Jaehyuk was... a little sappy when it came to you, and his friends always let him know that--although it was never a bad thing. “We’ve been together for almost a year...” He tapped his fingers against the counter. “And... I think I’m really in love with her. I mean, I know, but--”

“You’re young,” she said with a happy hum. “It’s okay to be nervous--”

The conversation was immediately dropped when you made your way over, arm wrapping around Jaehyuk’s. “Hey, honey,” you said quietly, “you didn’t decide which one you wanted...”

He felt his face grow even warmer--even on your birthday, you were thinking about him. “I’m okay--”

“I thought we were getting a few to share?” You pouted a little. “I know it’s my birthday, but... I want you to pick a flavor you like, too.”

So he let you drag him back over, listening happily to the way you pointed out the different flavors. You’d settled on a strawberry cupcake, topped with pink icing and a slice of the fruit itself, after very careful consideration. Sometimes he swore you knew how cute you were just so you could play it up even further like this (but he knew how oblivious you could be, too). He picked out his own flavor, the lady behind the counter boxed up the cupcakes for the two of you, and soon enough he had paid and left with you...

Only to realize he had left his wallet sitting on the counter. He excused himself quickly to run back in and get it, only for the lady to call out to him after he grabbed it.

“You don’t have to worry about ‘making it up’ to her,” she said. “She looks happy enough just being with you.”

Jaehyuk turned, looking out of the front windows of the shop to see you waiting outside, box in one hand and a little bag with your drinks hanging from your other. Even without him there, you seemed... happier. Lighter than normal. With a quick thanks, he made his way back outside to rejoin you, taking the bag quickly so that he could hold your hand on the walk back home.

And he knew, as you squeezed his hand, that she was right. Burnt cake aside, you were just happy to have him around.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

[wheelsup-sevenup]

20 questions for 20 writers

thank you @gingerpeachtea for the tag!! :3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 20 😮‍💨

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 69,349. (69‼️‼️)

3. What fandoms do you write for? a lot of marvel, mostly black widow (meaning nat-centric, though i do have a lot for bw 2021) or hawkeye (queerplatonic kate/yelena i love and miss you), and lately some agents of shield too!! those are the ones i tend to finish + post but trust i have so many wips from other fandoms locked and loaded. how do we feel abt tma

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. you’ve begun to feel like home — 926 kudos, wednesday (2022) 2. at least i know i am here to stay — 575 kudos, hawkeye (2021) 3. we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got — 485 kudos, black widow (2021) 4. okay, this looks bad — 329 kudos, hawkeye (2021) 5. put your arms around somebody else — 306 kudos, hawkeye (2021)

goddd these are all so old haha. anyway

5. Do you respond to comments? ofc!! sometimes it takes me a min because i like to let em marinate but yes i love the interactions and sometimes you get a conversation going its delightful!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ooh shit. see a lot of my fics are angsty as hell but they tend to end on a positive or at least hopeful note so this is hard. maybe nothing we were ever trained for ? or take this longing from my tongue if it was finished lol, the last chapter’s pretty angsty

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? probably put your arms around somebody else. just a coupla goofballs being dumb and gay (platonically)

8. Do you get hate on fics? not yet and hopefully never. i’ve had some low reading comprehension takes tho

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? ooh so. i would. and i might. especially the angsty thematic and insightful kind

10. Do you write crossovers? yes :3 i don’t even have my longest one posted and i fear it never will be

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? god i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no but i have gotten comments in other languages which means someone translated it, if that counts lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? noo but i absolutely would

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i’ve never shipped anyone or anything (/j i just can’t choose)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? either my aos high school au (the outline is delicious but it refuses to be written) or that kate/yelena road trip thing. i actually really want to finish that one too but it’s been soooo long

16. What are your writing strengths? i’ve been told i keep things in character really well esp. dialogue, which is super cool and i’m really glad things come across that way. one thing that helps is to take real lines from the character and write them out to see how their speech actually looks written and not spoken, i figure stuff out better that way

17. What are your writing weaknesses? umm sitting down. writing. completing literally anything. not deciding i hate my wip and deleting the entire thing (i’m getting better about the last one, at least i keep my old drafts now)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? well the only other language i’ve done dialogue in is russian and i do not remotely know russian. so that part is google translate. that said, every “writing bilingual characters” advice post has said that real people don’t mix languages midsentence, but i really think that depends because where i’m from, you hear a lot of spanglish, which is definitely mixed throughout the sentence, so you know. don’t believe everything you see online i guess? anyway those are my thoughts

19. First fandom you wrote for? ough i’ve been writing for a long time so i don’t even really know. but first official fic? gotta be criminal minds. jemily <3

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? GODDD I DON’T KNOWW!!!!! maybe we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got. i like whump and i like writing it, and i think it’s really in character not to mention it was very popular.

this took me forever to finish but trust me it was soo much fun i love talking about myself it turns out <3

tags!!

@spadesmusings @katebishopofearth @lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently @quietlyimplode @thewickedverkaiking

no pressure as usual, and anyone else who wants to do this please please do!!!