#but I keep picturing this cheesy ass ending to the start of it and I don’t know why

[generalb]

Movie endings from the 90s-2000s be like:

(Male protagonist voice.)And that’s the end of that story.

Sarah went on to get her diploma and win several Nobel prizes.

Jake became an impressive athlete, and won several super bowls for his team.

And me? I stayed in our town, teaching the classes we used to ignore. But that doesn’t mean our story is over.

(Take your mama by the scissor sisters starts playing)

Just cause we grew a little more doesn’t mean we still don’t have growing up to do. I guess, in the end, it’s just like the old man said. You never truly grow up; you just keep living.

(Credits start rolling as a car drives into the sunset)

[number1mingyustan]

can you write a virgin fem reader x mingyu, established rs au like that wonwoo’s one 🥺🙏🏻🤲🏻

bf!mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: explicit smut, kissing, cursing, fingering (f)., grinding, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, mentions of oral (m.)

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"How long do I have to keep this on?" Mingyu asks with a pout.

You're seated on his lap, straddling him as you press the sheet mask down on his face. He's sitting on the toilet seat with his eyes closed.

"15 minutes," You tell him, smoothing the mask over his face. You pop up off his lap. "All done!"

He stands up and looks at himself in the bathroom. You stand there next to him, looking just like his twin. Both of you have your hair up in a messy bun, wearing matching pajamas and sheet masks.

Even with the mask, he can see you smiling.

Cute, He thinks to himself.

Looking at you warms his heart. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this, the domesticity. It's your first actual sleepover as a couple and he's already looking forward to making this a regular thing in his life.

He won't admit it out loud though, can't give you the satisfaction of knowing he he enjoys the cheesy slumber party activities you have planned.

You then insist on taking mirror pictures with him, to which he pretends he doesn't enjoy. Once you're finally satisfied, you're running off to the kitchen, yelling about how the cookies should be ready to bake.

He follows behind you and you're already raking through his cabinets for a baking sheet. You pull the pan out and place it on the counter.

"Be a dear and grab the cookie dough out the fridge?" You ask as you line the sheet with parchment paper.

He agrees silently, smiling to himself as you take control of his living space. It brings him joy to see you so comfortable here.

He grabs the wrapped-up cookie dough you two made (you made it and he washed the dishes and stayed out of your way) and hands it to you. You form the dough into balls while he preheats the oven and washes up the last of the dishes.

You pop the pan into the oven and allow the cookies to bake before dashing into the living room and scrolling through to find something to watch to end your night.

...

A few hours later, you're cuddled up in bed, bellies full from the cookies and comfortable. His arms are wrapped around your frame as you've designated yourself little spoon.

You've already fallen into a state of slumber, chest rising and falling as small snores evade your lips. He holds you in his arms, front side pressed against your back and he tries to will himself to sleep.

This night has been nothing short of perfect and wholesome and he fears he's about to ruin that.

Mingyu has found himself in a bit of a... hard place.

Since it if your first night together, Mingyu is still learning a lot about you. And tonight he's learned that you move around in your sleep, a lot.

The material of your matching pajama pants is thin and with you practically grinding against him for the past 10 minutes, Mingyu finds himself struggling.

He can't help it, it's completely normal. But he feels like such a pervert. He tries to think about something else, anything else. But then you start moving and he's screwed.

He feels so bad. He knows you're a virgin, and it's still early in your relationship. This was supposed to be a wholesome night, but now he's got a raging hard-on and it's aching uncomfortably in his pants for relief.

You shift in your sleep again, pressing your ass up against him more and he fucking moans.

His heart drops, he hopes you didn't hear that.

"Gyu?"

Fuck, you totally heard that.

"Yeah, baby?" He asks.

"You okay? Sounds like you're in pain." He shifts again.

You reach over, turning on the lamp.

"-And something poking–oh."

His heart drops and silence fills the atmosphere.

Okay so he's in a little bit of a pickle. A dilemma if you will. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he's also really fucking uncomfortable right now.

If it wasn't dark in here and you were to turn around you would see how red his face flushes in embarrassment.

"Sorry," He apologizes sincerely. "You were moving a lot and it just kind of... happened."

You shift again, turning to face him. "It's okay." You say in just above a whisper.

"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. I'll just sleep it off, ignore it honestly."

"Was already getting uncomfortable Gyu," You whisper.

Before he can question you, you're guiding his hand between your thighs, slipping below the waistband of your pajama pants and underwear.

"Oh shit-" He whispers.

"What do you want baby? I'll take it slow." He breathes out.

"Your fingers–" You moan out. "Wanna cum on your fingers–fuck–please."

"Are you sure?"

You nod. "Please."

He's quick to oblige, applying more pressure to your clit as he draws circles around your sensitive bud. You let out a sob, pushing your hips against his fingers.

He knows you need more than this.

Who knew you could be so needy?

He stops his movements to strip you of the layers covering your lower half. He lays you on your back, hovering his body over yours as he slips a finger into you.

He starts slow, pumping at a steady pace before slipping in a second finger.

"Ngh–" You moan.

He curls his fingers, pressing his digits against your inner walls to satisfaction. His hard cock is straining against the fabric of his pajama paints.

His length throbs, aching as he leaks precum, wetting the front of his pants. As distracting as it may be, he keeps his focus on you. His own pleasure is far out of his mind as his pace increases.

He pumps his fingers into you, harder and faster. You writhe beneath him, bucking your hips up to meet the rhythm of his fingers.

Oh fuck– this is so good. You've never experienced this kind of pleasure before. His fingers are much better than your own. Longer, thicker, and much more skilled. You can't help but be curious about how it would feel to have more.

The image flashes across your brain. Having all of him inside of you, filling you up inch by inch as his body weight crushes you. The rhythm of his hips, the sounds he would make, the feeling of his cock...

But you shake the thought and decide not to be greedy. Mingyu is doing a great job right now, drawing you toward the brink of an orgasm much faster than your own fingers ever have.

You squeeze your eyes shut, small hand gripping his forearm as he works his fingers inside of you. You feel your lower tummy tighten, and you moan out.

"Close–hah fuck, 'M close," You warn him.

He draws circles around your clit with his thumb as his fingers work inside of you. The sudden shock of pleasure causes you to instinctively shut your legs closed.

He sucks his teeth in disapproval, prying your legs back open with his other hand and forcing them to stay that way. You let out a sob as he continues his ministrations and elicits a proper orgasm out of you.

Your hips grind against his fingers as the pleasure courses through your body. You cry out his name, tightening your grip on his arm as he draws out your pleasure.

He hums in approval, eyes glued on you as he watches you ride out your orgasm. He wants this image forever etched in his mind and he has every intention of making it happen again.

His hand slows as you come down before he pulls out of you completely. He licks his fingers with a grin and sits you up on the bed.

"How do you feel?" he asks, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Fuck Gyu.." You breathe out with a grin. "incredible."

He smiles. "Glad I could help."

He plants a kiss on your forehead and you feel his body weight leave the bed. "I'm gonna get you something to drink."

You groan, holding onto his arm and pulling his body back. "Don't go."

"I'll be right back," He chuckles. "I swear."

You pout, eyes shifting between his face and the obvious tent sprouting in his pants. "Don't go, wanna suck your dick."

You pull at him, again, but this time his body falls onto the bed. You completely caught him off guard with that. You climb on top of him, straddling him as you pull up his wifebeater and your palms rub against his chest. "Please?"

"Shit baby–I don’t know if you should–"

You frown. "But I wanna."

"I don't think you can handle it yet, baby," He breathes out.

Mindlessly, you begin grinding down on him. The feeling of his hard cock against your already sensitive clit is exhilarating. "I think I can."

He lets out a groan, tilting his head back and showing off his adam's apple. He rests his body weight on his elbows, licking his lips as his throat dries up. He's so sensitive right now and having you on top of him is not helping. He's afraid he'll cum as soon as you take him in your mouth.

"Fuck–uh..." He groans. "What are you doing?"

Now the wet spot on his pants has grown. You're leaking as you grind down on him and it's driving him crazy. Your clit throbs against him, aching for more and building up to another orgasm.

You're still sensitive and the craving you have only grows.

"I'm not–hah–doing anything–fuck!" You moan as you grind down on him.

Your hips pick up in pace and you've long forgotten about your original objective. It just feels so good, too good."

You grip the bed sheets as you continue to grind against him. Both of you let out a string of breathy moans and groans. It's pathetic almost, the way you're humping each other like horny teens, but fuck–it's getting the job done.

His hands grip your waist and he guides your body as you grind against him. His eyes fall shut and his hips begin to match the set rhythm.

"Shit..." He whispers.

It doesn't take long before you're cumming again, this time leaking against his clothed cock as you moan out with your plans pressed flat against his chest. Your head falls back and you ride out your orgasm, driving him into his.

He lets out a long groan as the stain on his pants grows again.

You both breathe heavily as you come down, staring at each other with half-lidded and hazy eyes. He sits up, pushing your hair out of your face once again, and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts longer than anticipated as you lose yourselves in one another. You don't let it escalate again however, pulling away, and pressing your foreheads together.

You poke out your bottom lip and pout. "Wanted to suck you off."

"Shit Y/n," he lifts you off his lap. "You're crazy."

You giggle. "Sorry, you bring out a different side of me."

He sucks in his breath. "Here I was trying to be all respectful and you're acting all freaky."

You grin, planting another kiss on his lips as you lay side by side. He changes into a fresh pair of sweats and hands you one of his t-shirts before venturing into the kitchen to get the drink he promised.

He grins when he sees you wearing his shirt and hands you a glass of water. He kisses your forehead again nd climbs into bed with you for the night.

This time, you both fall asleep peacefully through the night undisturbed.

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[katanablue]

How would 03 and 07 boys feel about their S/O who works as a burlesque dancer but gives their boys a little private show if they feel that hint of possessiveness going on? Bonus points if it leads to smut, mayhaps?

I’m running out of 07 PICS/GIFS LMFAO

03 Leo: “You know, maybe I could incorporate some of your moves into my fighting. After all, it is like a graceful dance.” Fearless Leader is doing his very best to be polite and respectful but the way he’s white knuckling against his thighs says otherwise. Nearly falls on his face when you teasingly brush some of the feathers across his snout, winking and smiling when you twirl away. He asks if you can perform it again but slower this time so he can ‘study the moves’.

07 Leo: “Think you should let me inspect that routine of yours before you go out and show it to everyone else again.” Oh he is absolutely eating this shit UP. Like 03 he remains respectful but he’s got such a smug smirk in his face as he watches you perform. Patiently waits on his knees as you dance, fingers aching to reach out and touch you but you forbade him from doing so beforehand. He feels like it’s a privilege to be able to see you like this and you know damn well he’s gonna burn it into his memory.

03 Raph: “Hey gorgeous, mind giving me a private showing?” Whistles at you whenever you give him a teasing look or do a particular move on your dance. VERY vividly picturing him with his arms crossed but legs spread wide open as he watches you. Tells you to repeat certain moves but in a slower fashion so he can really soak in how you move so fluidly. Gives you that cheeky smile when he playfully slaps your ass after you’re done.

07 Raph: “Dance all you want, doll. In the end I’m the one who gets to see everything under that costume of yours.” Oh he 100% has you dance with JUST the feathered fans, maybe some pretty pasties or tassels. He’s not ashamed at all to ogle you, eyes roaming every inch of skin you show. Whistles, compliments, all while man turtle spreading and even patting his thigh for you to come sit and give a more ‘up close and personal’ show.

03 Donnie: “Dove, would you maybe want to perform for me?” He’s the most subtle about feeling possessive over you. Baby is holding his hands in his lap and has the most bashful smile on his face as you dance beautifully. He thinks you look gorgeous, even ethereal like when you wave those big feather fans around you. Stands up and claps when you finish, jokingly asking you for an encore he totally means it.

07 Donnie: “Darling, I think you should show me your routine. To make sure you’ve perfected it.” Accompanied by a hand sliding down your back and resting right at the bottom. FULL undivided attention. Whispers encouraging words under his breath like ‘beautiful’. Isn’t as shy as 03 Donnie, a bit more verbal, but does make sure to keep it respectful.

03 Mikey: “You mean all those people get to see you looking like this? Not fair, baby.” He’s a pouter when he first brings it up but it’s very quickly forgotten once you start twirling and shimmying in front of him. Very audibly cheers you on with claps and whoops and hollers, might even be a little dramatic and throw roses at you when you’re done.

07 Mikey: “Think your venue would wanna book Cowabunga Carl? Could be pretty awesooomeee.” Not nearly as pouty as 03 but he DOES get a little clingy and begs you to show him your dance. Surprisingly I feel he’d be able to stay still but will throw in some cheesy one liners just to see you laugh or smile.

[thoughtsforsoob]

places in Tokyo that they take you to :)

a/n: idk if y’all can tell but i visited Tokyo, Japan not so long ago and absolutely fell in love with it. it was such a beautiful experience and I hope that if you ever do go, you have fun too. please don’t skip out on it and make time to visit it if you can! this may be a little specific but i know this is self-indulgent. please let me know what you think of it !!!

yeonjun

team planets! i see him liking how artsy and pretty it is. he loves seeing you enjoy the different exhibits and takes so many pictures of you there. he whines when he has to take off his shoes for the water experience part (which is so beautiful btw). he whines because he knows you’re gonna tell him to “put his damn dogs away”. i think his favorite part of the flower room because he loves how you look among all the flowers. Says some corny ass shit like “yeah, they’re pretty but not prettier than you.”

soobin

Tokyo Disneyland! He is a total nerd so he would love this place. He makes you get up super duper early and rewards you with coffee (tullys tho omggg). You guys arrived early enough and are there for rope drop. He even dresses up all nice for the day. He buys the both of you matching character hats. He totally insists on porky and slinky hats (he begs to be porky so you let him). He loves getting on all the ride but his favorite was beauty and the beast. he loves the attention to detail. he even gives you a little kiss while the ending scene is happing and def makes you blush. Don’t even get him started on the parades. He watches every single one of them. Especially the last light show. He holds you close to his side and wraps his jacket around you. The whole moment just feels so sweet and romantic and he lives for it.

beomgyu

harajuku enjoyer for sure. he loves all of the clothing shops, shoe stores and everything else. He for sure goes into all of the stores and tries on a million things and has you give your opinion. Don’t worry, after all of that shopping, he’ll make sure to get you a treat! He’ll fill you both up on Okinawa ice cream, cheesy 10 yen coins and plenty of coffee!! I feel like he’d also take you to music stores. You both comb through the many floors of Tower Records and find your favorite albums. Also..what’s harajuku without a photo booth session :)) he makes you take one of those silly ones that make you look like a doll. Silly gyu

taehyun

sensō-ji! I feel like he really appreciative of older places and places that make for pretty pictures. he def makes you both put on kimonos for the whole experience (don’t be like me and def watch your step when walking in these narrow shops…aka: don’t skip down the stairs 😜) he loves the whole touristy vibe and he hopes you do to. He obviously also stops at all the food stalls and buys you and him treats to try. HE also takes a pretty picture with you in front of the temple…one where he even kisses your cheek. He is in that good of a mood omg. You two also do fortunes at the temple and you both get bad luck :(((( sorry I don’t make the rules

huening kai

snoopy museum for sure. Yeah ik this place is technically in yokohama but like…idc :) anyways, huening gives snoopy lover vibes so he would def love to bring you here. he loves looking at all of memorabilia with you and if you’re a snoopy enthusiast also, he asks you questions and makes comments. he def begs you to take a pic with him by the giant snoopy in the middle of the room. he keeps it in his wallet forever. he also loves the stuffed snoopies so you get matching ones!

[darlingshane]

Let's pretend it's 1996

Duncan Carmello x F!Reader

Summary: You've always wondered how things would have turned out between you and Duncan if you didn’t break up. It takes 10 years for you to see him again at your High School reunion. This night brings a lot of bittersweet moments between you and him, and you can't help but wonder if after all this time you could make this work again.

CW: fluff, crack, light angst, regrets, memories, exes, high school reunion, drinking, singing, kissing.

Word Count: 3,8k

A/N: This fic is set in 2006, the year the show was released. Duncan never dated Nicole, instead he was with reader. Also, I'm not a lyricist so forgive my cheesy ass song that I wrote for Duncan, but I know this is something he'd write.

— Links: AO3 // Masterlist

After sitting down at the table, you start bobbing your head to the sound of Car Fire, the band playing live, led by none other than Duncan Carmello—your ex. They've taken the stage to kick off the party, while the stragglers keep arriving.

Your friend Pam has left you alone momentarily to procure a couple of drinks. In that time, you've found yourself caught in a web of memories about your Duncan that trace all the way back to high school. It's in this very same gym you're in where you cheered for him from the bleachers when he played basketball. The very same place where you dance together during prom, and you couldn't imagine life with anyone other than him. And now it hosts your 10 Year High School reunion. You promised yourself that you'd never attend any of these cheesy events, but Pam convinced you to come along. She’s in the organization committee, and she was very adamant on you being here tonight.

Pam sets your glass of wine on the table right in front of you, and gets close to your ear to say something over the music playing, “you're staring.”

“What?” you slowly pick up your glass and bring it up to your lips.

“Tell me that you're not still pinning for that asshole.”

“I am not pinning,” you scoff and take another sip to swallow the lie. “I’m remembering. Remembering is not pinning.”

“Tell that to your face.”

You've always wondered how things would have turned out between you and Duncan if you didn’t break up. You were high school sweethearts, the ones that every thought they'd be together forever. But fate had different plans. You wanted to become a journalist, had your mind set on going to college on the other side of the country, and that put a strain on your relationship. Distance was not kind, and a year later there was no more you and Duncan. The last time you saw him was that summer, when you came back and everything went to hell. You haven't seen him in person since. You’ve seen him in pictures that your old classmates have on Facebook, but you never thought of reaching out, despite him being on your mind more often than not.

All the relationships you had after Duncan didn't work out, and it was solely on you. You could never bring yourself to love anyone when he was still a constant presence in your heart and mind. It’s something that you probably never got over, which is kind of pathetic considering he was the one who couldn’t overcome his issues about your long distance relationship. You should hate him, but you never did. You never could. All his concerns were valid, but you were too focused on getting your degree and traveling all over, something you’ve dreamed of since before you met him. And he felt like he wasn’t part of that. He had his life here and wasn’t willing to consider moving away, even if it was just for trying. The pressure was on you to make it work, and it made you feel like a failure for not doing your best to fix the situation. That’s why he was an asshole. He was just a kid, people would say… but so were you. There was too much you had planned for your future to throw away for him. He could've met you halfway, but because he was so damn stubborn that it all ended in a bitter note that left an aftertaste in your throat for years to last. This is mainly the reason you didn't want to come here today. You know it'd be hard to ignore everything you've put in boxes in the farthest corners of your mind. Now, the dust has cleared, lids are open, and you can't bring yourself to close them again.

This evening, he's singing all the songs he wrote in high school, which you remember every lyric to. You're the sole owner of two copies of the one and only album they ever recorded. One of those he gave to you, it came with a special dedication at the back. And a second one you bought to support the band. They're both in an old box labeled ‘Don't open’ that contains everything that you collected from that past relationship and that you've always been unable to get rid of that sits in the back of your closet.

You try to think about all the horrible things he said to you the last time you talked face to face in an attempt to put him out of your mind; but to be honest, it felt like such a surreal conversation you're not sure if it happened or not. You're not the one to hold grudges and yes, he was just a kid, who had just turned 19, and it'll be really petty of you to hold onto that forever.

As the short performance comes to an end, Pam leaves again to set up the next activity at the stage. Music starts playing from a playlist now as you wander around to pick up some appetizers from the buffet table to stuff your face with. Then you meet your colleagues from the school paper that are all gathered at the bar. You have a couple of drinks and a few laughs while catching up with them and everything that's going on with their lives.

Your social battery starts draining as your bladder keeps filling quickly. When you come out of the bathroom, you make a stop in the hallway to study the wall of memories of the class of 96 that holds a lot of moments frozen in pictures that you had forgotten. School events, trips, different clubs, yearbook portraits and personal pics of different groups of friends shine anew as if they were taken yesterday. They're all labeled by year, and the walk down memory lane ends with a graduation picture of the whole class. Your eyes travel back to a collection of snapshots dedicated to prom. There's one of Duncan where he's smiling proudly in his messed up tux after being crowned prom king. Another one of the two of you where he has put his crown on your head to share the win. He later on bought you a tiara, saying you were his only queen. Your heart sinks when you see a more intimate pic of you slowly dancing in his arms. You still remember what song was playing, how he smelled, how his hands caressed the exposed skin at your back. It seems to come alive for a second when you hear his voice behind you…

“I still think you should have been crowned that night.”

“I was a nerd. Haven't you heard? Nerds don't get to be prom royalty,” you say after swallowing the knot in your throat. You don't look back, you can't face him yet. Not this close.

“That's not true. Look at you, you were by far the most beautiful in that gym.”

“Well, it wasn't a beauty contest, either.” You sigh, staring at the most popular girl in school standing on stage with her crown next to Duncan.

“So, you're not going to turn around?”

“I don't think I can yet.”

“That's cool. Take your time.”

“You sounded good up there. I thought you guys went separate ways.” You fidget with your fingers, unable to move any other part of your body to look at him.

“We did. We just got the band together again.”

“You still got it.”

“You think so?” He still sounds so boyish when he says that.

“Hm-hmm.”

“I was hoping you'd come today.”

“Yeah? Why is that?” you keep your eyes glued to the pictures on the wall.

“Cause I needed to tell you that I didn't mean any of that shit I said when we broke up.”

“Duncan, you don't have to say anything. It's—”

“No. I do have something to say, cause I was a jackass. Thought that you deserved better than me. I knew if we stayed together, I'd hold you back. You were doing what you loved, and I'd have just gotten in the way so… I took the coward's way out. I thought that if you hated me, you'd just move on. Then it was too late when I realized that it was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I need you to know that.”

Listening to him opening that old wound makes your eyes well up, but you manage to reel those in.

“I tried to hate you,” you say. “Never could. Even when it hurt, even when I couldn't move on… I couldn't bring myself to hate you.”

It's then that you finally gather the courage to shift in your heels and face him.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you,” the way his lips curve up at the corners is utterly disarming. “I didn't think you'd talk to me.”

You shrug, “I didn't think so either. But here we are.”

“Here we are,” he echoes. “You look great.”

“You do, too.” And he does. Up close, you can see he's really grown up into his own with his simple dark suit and unbuttoned black shirt. “Look at you. You're wearing a suit, and you've gotten rid of that horrible mullet.”

“Yeah,” he laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his nape, messing up his shaggy curls. “Would you have a drink with me?”

“Hmm,” you pause and try to decide whether that it's something that you'd like to do right now. “I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why? Did you come here with anyone?”

“No, I just don't have anything else to say to you.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

You shake your head. “Whatever happened all these years ago is all water under the bridge, Duncan. You said what you wanted to say. I don't think it'd be healthy to sit down and keep rehashing the past.”

“Oh, I get it, you're scared.” He says with a teasing tone.

“I'm not scared.” You scoff, crossing your arms tightly against your stomach.

“No? You look terrified right now, hotshot.”

“I'm not.”

“Are so.”

“I'm not”

“Are so.”

“What, are we in school?” You bring a stop to it.

“Well, we are in a high school.”

You both stare at the other and break into laughter.

Duncan tucks both hands in his pockets and shrugs like he used to, biting his bottom lip with a smile before trying again.

“C'mon, let me buy you a drink for old times.”

“I think drinks are free.”

“Even better.”

“So I'm a cheap date now.”

“Hey, I didn't say anything about a date.” Duncan starts walking backwards, heading to the gym doors. “I'll be at the bar. Come. Don't come. It's up to you.”

You watch him disappear behind the big doors that clank upon closing. The music buzzing behind them temporarily comes to stop, and you hear murmurs in its place. You step closer to see through the window that Pam is taking the stage to inform everyone with mic in hand that games would start soon before letting the music resume. You look to the side to get a glimpse of Duncan taking a seat at the bar. Against your own wishes, your hands push the door open and let your feet zero in on his direction.

His face lights up when he sees you. He raises his glass up to you. “Look who decided to join me. I knew you couldn't resist.”

“Please, don't flatter yourself. I just needed a place to sit,” you say, parking your ass on the free bar stool beside him. “These heels are killing me.”

The waiter comes over, and you order another glass of wine while you watch Duncan go over a booklet left on the bar with the necessary information of all the attendees from the Class of 96.

“Is this true? You live in New York now?” Duncan shows up your page with your bio, and two pics of you side by side, one from your teen years and a recent one you send to Pam to assemble the class book.

“Hm-hmm.”

“And you write for a surfing magazine, huh?”

“Surfing magazine? What are you talking about? It’s called Surfeit. It has nothing to do with surfing.”

“I know,” he scoffs, “I was just messing with you.”

“Were you now?” You squint at him.

“Yeah, I gotta confess I’ve known for a while. I subscribed to that thing a few months ago.”

“Get out of here.”

“No, it’s true. I know you’re one of the founders. I’ve read all your pieces, I particularly liked the one about the invasion of the cum trees. It was fascinating.”

“Yeah? You think that one will put me on the right track for a Pulitzer?” You chuckle before taking a sip from your glass. “So, you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“Just recently.” He puts down the booklet and lifts his beer to his lips.

“Just recently? Why would you do that now?”

“Why?” he sighs. “I don’t know, I guess I missed talking to you. I found one of your articles online a few months ago, and it felt like I was hearing your voice when I read it, so I started looking for more, and I found Surfeit and I got most of them in the mail— It’s kinda pathetic, isn’t it?”

You balance your head side to side, measuring which side you lean on. “I think it’s sweet. I like this new side of you.”

“Which side?”

“You’re honest. Well, I suppose you always were, for the most part, but I used to have to pry words out of you when we weren’t talking about music, sports, or video games. I like that you offer them now without me asking, and that you’re capable of reading anything that didn’t come from a Playboy. I don’t think you were our target audience when we started the magazine, but I’ll take it.”

Biting his bottom lip, he looks down for a beat. “Okay, now it’s your turn to share something pathetic you’ve done to level the scales.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m pretty sure I’d win, and you’d laugh at me.”

“C’mon, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Clearing your throat, you look down for a beat before confessing.

“You know, I was just thinking earlier, when you were playing on stage, about all the stuff I kept from you in a box and that I still have. All the mixtapes, the Car Fire albums, the tiara you bought me, all the anniversary presents… all the pictures… I’ve hauled them over several states. I took it by accident to London once. I just can't get rid of anything. I never look at what's inside, whatsoever. I don’t need to, but it's always there cause, you know… cause I’m a pathetic loser and I never got over you.”

You feel your face going numb as you finish saying that, and when you look at his eyes, you see that his smile has disappeared too. Is he pitying you? It’s the only thing you can read on his expression right now, and you instantly regret telling him that.

He opens his mouth to talk, but he takes too long to respond. And before he can say anything, you promptly stand up and try to head out the door.

Surfing the crowd, you bump into Pam.

“Hey, I was looking for you. Come on, games are starting. Sit down.”

“I was going to—” You point at the door with your thumb, but she doesn’t hear you. She grabs your arm and takes you to the tables where everyone is gathering.

Your weak protest attempt goes unheard by your friend, who leaves you alone once more to explain the first game on the microphone as someone else starts handing a sheet filled with trivia questions to everyone. They range from school-specific questions to 1996 pop culture. This is the last thing you wanna do right now, but you pick up a pen and start filling your answers without putting too much thought into them.

“Hi—” the high-pitched feedback from the microphone tears your eyes from the paper, and you find Duncan back on stage, strapping a guitar to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m taking the stage again,” he says as the people from the organization committee start asking him to get down, with Pam fuming on the side.

“Actually, I’m not sorry. There’s someone here today and she… she opened her heart to me and I just stood there like an idiot cause I’m not good with words like she is. I… I thought I could say better with a song.”

You lock eyes with him instantly. You can see him swallowing the lump in his throat as he positions his hands on the guitar. He looks down at the strings for a beat before letting his fingers play the first chords. After a moment, his voice joins the melody in a mid-tempo rock ballad…

Your voice knocks down my own pride, All the things you wrote, all the things you shared. Sleepless nights, restless days. Guess I never figured out, How to let go, how to walk out.

Wish I had gone along, But baby, it’s too late now. If I could go back, I’d rewrite our last goodbye Instead of losing you that night.

There’s nothing like a fatal flaw, Caught up in my own fears and lies, I pushed you away, said you weren’t it. You walked away, I stayed right here Watching the years slip by.

Wish I had gone along, But baby, it’s too late now. If I could go back, I’d rewrite our last goodbye Instead of losing you that night.

And just for kicks, let’s pretend it’s 1996, We’re flying high, we’re back in that field The grass holding us up, watching stars collide.

Wish I had gone along…

Please tell me it’s not too late…

I’ll wait for you to say… baby, there’s still a chance.

The gym goes silent when the last chord fades away, and you can’t hear anything over the sound of your beating heart as you study every word sung in his song. You’re aware that all eyes are on you, expecting to see your next move, but you’re paralyzed in your seat.

Someone starts clapping, and the rest of the gym follow suit, breaking the spell you’re in.

You raise up from your chair and head out the door at a fast pace while the party resumes like nothing happened. You make it all the way to the courtyard and when you look back you see him following several yards behind, closely catching up.

Your feet come to a halt by the fountain, and you wait for him to face you.

“You know, you’re a liar,” you utter as he stops in front of you.

“All I said in that song was true.”

“No, you said you weren't good with words. I beg to differ.”

“You liked it?”

“Well, it wasn’t Bohemian Rhapsody, but it was good. It sounded like Oasis in their good years.”

“I mean, no one can beat Bohemian Rhapsody,” he snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging in true Duncan fashion.

“Did you really mean it? If you could take it back, would you? You think we would’ve made it?”

“I meant every word of it, sweetheart. I never wanted to be with anyone else. I don’t know if we would have made it. I’d like to think that in another universe we did… You said you kept everything and I just choked up cause I did the same thing. I could never let you go, you know?”

“So, we’re just two wallowing assholes that couldn’t pick up the phone in 10 years?”

“Guess we are.”

“What do we do now?” You ask, folding your arms against your stomach.

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I’m not the same person you remember, Duncan. We can’t just pick it up like nothing happened.”

“I don’t think I am, either. Maybe we could just stay in contact and see where that goes?” He takes out a hand out of his pocket that comes with a cell phone attached to his fingers. “Here, put your number in there.”

“It's funny,” he says as you pick it up from his hand and start typing your number in his contacts.

“What's funny?”

“Us being here, standing on the same spot where I first asked you out.”

You gaze away from the phone for a second. “Right, I didn't notice that. What was it? Homecoming?”

“That's right.”

When you're done saving your number, you call yourself to have his number registered on your end and give it back with a warning look, “don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t. I give you my word.” Duncan purposely clutches his fingers softly around your hand when reaching for the phone. He uses his opposite hand to caress the shape of your knuckles.

The familiar touch makes your hair stick out, your breath gets caught in the knot of your throat, wrapped in a layer of regrets and unsaid words. There’s an I love you trying to force its way out, but you don’t let it. You can’t. It’d be ridiculous if you did. Instead, you step closer and cup his face. He lets out a sigh, preparing for what’s coming as your face shortens the distance. The same magnetic pull that brought you to him the first time over ten years ago takes hold of you as you capture the warmth of his lips in a tender kiss. His hands, driven by that same force, smoothly travel to your waist to hold you closer against him. You sway with the gentle breeze as you allow your lips to move with his to the sweet rhythm of that song that still lingers in the way his tongue delves past your lips. As you're drawn into the depth of his mouth, you curl your arms around his neck in a tight lock as one of your hands slides into the back of his hair. He moans in your mouth as a reaction to your fingers massaging his scalp. It’s easy to get lost in that moment and forget how to breathe as your lips ache for more, for all those missed years of kisses, you suddenly feel fused with him making up for all that lost time.

You’re not sure who pulls back first, perhaps it’s both.

He’s just as breathless as you are when your lips part and your foreheads meet instead.

“Wow,” he says under a shallow breath.

“Yeah, wow,” your lips draw a smile.

“Do you wanna go back inside?”

You shake your head. “I like it here.”

— Credits: beautiful divider by @firefly-graphics

[5targh0st]

NUMBER ONE GIRL

14. does it ever get lonely? (written)

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"How are we feeling?" Asks Jisung from behind you.

"Like an idiot." Minho has been complaining for the last hour and a half and in all honesty you can't exactly blame him. All the excitement that you felt about performing the song you wrote with Hyunjin vanished as soon as you saw Somi in the same stage you are about to perform.

The worst part is that she's actually a good singer. She chose to cover one of Ed Sheeran's cheesy songs and she nailed it. Her emotions were almost palpable and, for some unknown reason, that makes you feel upset.

You look at Hyunjin and realize he might be feeling just as upset, and maybe even more. His face remains expressionless, but his eyes are almost screaming and begging for this to be over. Throughout the last few days, you have finally seen the real Hyunjin; not his flirty and playful persona, but the sensitive and childish soul that he never seems to let out.

"Come on, move your asses." Minho's voice catches your attention and just then you realize that you're already in front of the mic. He smiles at you. Have you seen him smile before? You're not sure.

Your heart's beating like crazy. You can´t quite tell what you're feeling right now, but it doesn't really matter; you just want to keep feeling like this. And the lyrics just come out naturally; "Found you when your heart was broke..."

The colorful lights, the crowd cheering, your friends singing along; it was like living some kind of dream in which you're like the famous rockstar. People were filming and taking pictures of you on stage and, admittedly, it was funny being on the other side of the camera; you felt exposed but authentic in a way you've never felt before.

Felix is supposed to be in charge of taking photos for the school's magazine and the promotions for the festival, but he seems to be way too entertained staring at Yeji to pay attention to the show. You can't help but smile at the sudden thought that life could never get better than this.

Just when the song was about to end you notice a familiar face in the crowd. The mysterious guy you saw at the cub a few nights ago is smiling at you and you can't help but feel embarrassed about the sudden attention. His friends notice the eye contact and they start teasing him, or that's what you think after seeing 'mysterious guy' yelling at them and laughing.

Finally, the song ends and the guys engulf you in a sweaty hug. Even Minho hugs you and looks as if he's enjoying himself, you've never seen him this alive before, and, just for a moment, you feel like the very first time you saw him in Karina's class: hypnotized. His eyes. His smile. His lips. Everything about him is hypnotizing right now.

And then it hits you... The hug ends and you all go back to your friends. You can hear them cheer and mention something about celebrating but your mind is elsewhere. You don't know why, but you feel scared, and it makes you feel anxious, but that's something you'll worry about after a drink, maybe two.

notes:

hyunjin and yn have a lot of fun together and they definitely decided to get together before the performance just to shit talk their exes

yunjin and chan changed their plans to be there for their friends (and they couldn't find the restaurant they were supposed to go so)

yeonjun is definitely being weird for very stupid reasons

noooow I'm so sorry for taking so long but the plot is finally plotting so i hope you enjoy the ride 🤙🏻

taglist: (39/50)

@estella-novella @poetryforthesad @lisaswifey @angelzforu @ihrtlix @gloriousqueenking @domfikeluva @circus-of-thoughts @conwunder @miniature-tragedy @jeonginplsholdmyhand

[jeanswifeycom]

Nelson Neumann As Your Boyfriend.[Headcanon]

language, fluff.

- nelson who is VERY goofy and never takes anything serious.

- nelson who is absolutely obsessed with you. like to the point where the rest of the guys are tired of him talking about you.

“my girlfriend is so pretty guys.” nelson says to the camera, holding up a picture of you on his phone to it then looking at it, smiling. “no one gives a fuck.” niles says throwing a basketball at him.

- nelson who wanted to keep your relationship a secret until the time was right but unfortunatley for him, it didn’t go as planned. noah found out first. he realized you two spent alot of time together, more time then regular “friends” would. he also noted the way you two would look at eachother.

nelson who would shout you out in his videos. whether you were there or not.

“i wanna give a shoutout to my beautiful, amazing, talented, girlfriend. if you’re watching this video..” he said ending his sentence with a hand heart on his chest and a cheesy ass smile.

nelson who makes sure to call you every night during away games. it even gets to the point where everyone yells at him to go to bed because he’s either too loud, or cheesing hella hard.

nelson who is extremely clingy. like if you guys are laying in his bed, he’ll put his entire body on top of yours, nearly suffocating you.

“nelson, nelson i can’t breath.” you say, laughing while slapping him. “too bad”

nelson who never and i mean NEVER, shares his food with anyone. but when it comes to you.. he would give you his whole plate.

nelson who loves that you get along with his mom. buts sometimes, he feels like she’s stealing you away from him.

you rung the doorbell waiting for him to come to the door like always. “i got it!” he exclaimed, excitedly getting ready to see you. “hey nelson.” you say, walking right pass him. maybe you were hungry? no. as soon as you walked into the kitchen area you went straight to cassie. he watched as you two started laughing together, making jokes. once you seen him the both of you got quiet, as if he was disturbing you guys.

nelson who makes sure you get along with his brothers, since he’s always around them meaning you would be too.

nelson who starts to get jealous when you start hanging out with his younger brother, niles. when you notice his jealousy he continuously denies it. niles started clowning him about it, telling him he stole his girlfriend.

nelson who could be seen in the background of a youtube video with his head in your neck, and his arms around you. alot of his fans cropped the video and posted it online. many of his other “fans” hates on your relationship but as long as you were happy, he was.

my first REAL post, it’s not as good but im trying😭. as you can see i got fed up with there being absolutely no nelson drabbles, headcanons, ect. enjoy !!!

[loganlermanstanaccount]

OMW

pairing: joel miller x reader

(AO3 mirror) TLOU Masterlist

summary: phone sex w Joel, xoxo

warnings: smut, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, age gap, 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: Filthy shit, as usual. Pre-outbreak! 

wc: 700

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Thinking abt phone sex w Joel. He's def the type to not trust tech, keeping a beat up old Nokia in his back pocket, even after you make fun of him for it. When you call him late at night, to fall asleep, he just can't help himself. 

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You're rambling about your day into the speaker, as Joel palms himself through his pajama bottoms. He's had a long day at work, and now, he's trying, so so hard not to think about the noises you'd make on top of him, or stuffing your mouth with his pretty cock. Fuck it. He takes out his cock, teasing himself to the sound of your voice. He's gentle, mimicking what he thinks your hand around his cock would be like, pushing him closer and closer towards the edge and then… his hips jump and he groans, hands off his cock and humping the air. 

"Joel?" You sound a little worried. "You alright….?" 

"Just peachy, doll." He continues to stroke himself, a little slower this time. He makes a tight ring with his thumb and index finger, and teases his weeping tip. So much cum. "Now, what else did your boss do?“

You babble into the speaker, recounting your day to Joel; taking your boyfriend's low grunts as approval. When you hear a telltale groan; your whole body lights up as the reality of what he's doing hits. You pause, and hear a faint schlick-schlick in the background. 

"Not fair, baby! Why do you get to have all the fun… " He can hear the cute pout over the phone. 

"S-start touchin' yourself then. I won't tell." Rustling over the phone, and then a light buzz in the background. 

"Did I say you could use your toy?" 

"N-no sir." A click, and the buzzing stops. It's replaced with soft moans and the sloppy wet sounds of you touching your pussy. 

"Louder, angel, wanna hear you," A little faster. "Can you try somethin' for me?" 

You hum into the phone. 

"Pretty ass up, baby, like if I was there. Let me talk you through it…" Your pussy clenches around nothing, at the growl in his words. Soon, you're arching your back on the bed, phone on speaker right next to your ear. 

"Y-yes sir."

"Good fuckin' girl. Just circle your clit for, me, there's a good girl." 

Whining, you do as he says, pads of your fingers grazing your heat. 

"What are you wearin'?" a little cheesy, but he's desperate. 

"...just -fuck- that shirt you gave me," you say in between moans. 

"Nothin' else….?"

“N-no daddy." 

That almost finishes him right there; the lilt in your voice as you touch yourself for him. You're in his shirt, getting off to his voice. His cock swells with realisation: only he could make you feel this way. 

"Get off with your fingers baby; wanna hear you."

You're writhing now, trying to find that spot that Joel hits every time. 

"Nn-need more. Can't -ah- cum like this…."

"Can hear you so good, baby. Those pretty moans; I'd treat you so good, you know that.. wish I could feel you around my cock," He's pumping faster now, so hard it hurts.

"M'close, fuck, daddy I'm close.."

Joel's so close he can taste it, white-hot on the edge of something, pumping furiously. "You know what to do… ask me, sweetheart…"

"Please can I cum?? Please, daddy, please, I've been good, please…" 

"Cum for me, doll," He breathes and you writhe, ass up, as you clamp around your fingers. Joel can hear it, a little tinny through his phone speaker, the wet squelch of your fingers fucking yourself through an orgasm. All he can think of is you on his cock, making those beautiful sounds in his ear. Moaning, it sets him off; an orgasm that rips through his core. Thick, sticky ropes coat his bare torso. 

On the other end, collapsed on your bed, you hear the click of Joel hanging up the call. And in your blissful haze, the chime of a message sent.

1_attachment_from_Joel💕_

One message received:

You open up your phone, to a picture: a pixelated image of Joel from the navel down, covered in his own cum, a lazy hand wrapped around his hardening cock. 

Joel💕: im omw...

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[froggibus]

Valentine's Day HCs - Obey Me! Brothers

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Summary: how your favorite boy would treat you on valentine's day

CW: GN! reader, pure fluff

i wrote these at like 2am just before i passed out so if there's typos im sorry !! if you guys liked these, consider checking out the other ones i wrote!

Valentine's Day Masterlist

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Lucifer:

bro is the Rizzler 

seriously though he knows what Valentine’s Day is and he knows exactly what to do to win your heart 

probably waits until the last minute to ask you (he’s so excited he forgot)

he somehow manages to get all of his brothers out of the house for the night 

and picks up a super nice bouquet of flowers on his way home!! 

decorates the kitchen table with the vase of flowers and yummy smelling candles 

then starts cooking dinner for the two of you!!

you dress nicely and settle in at the table while he cooks, asking him about his day

he serves you his food and it’s super yummy

also pours you some wine to have with dinner 

the two of you have a nice, intimate dinner and chat over your food

after dinner, he invites you back to his room to watch a movie

you guys cuddle up together and watch cheesy rom coms 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n, I hope we get to spend many more together.”

Mammon:

this man’s tsundere ass pretends like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day 

honestly he probably pretends like he doesn’t know what it is in general 

but internally he’s an absolute softie and all he wants is to celebrate love with his human!!!

doesn’t say anything about it until he sees you upset one day 

“y/n?? what’s wrong??? do I need to kill someone????”

you’re just upset that you’re not even home for Valentines Day, and that you’re all alone and this is just a big, fat reminder

“I mean, if it’s *that* big of a deal to you, I guess I can be your Valentine. it’s stupid, anyway.”

you’re so overjoyed you give the dork a hug 

now queue Mammon bending over backwards to make you happy

he goes out and buys a ton of treats from your favorite cafe for you!! 

brings them to you after work and his heart almost implodes from how happy you get

but that’s not all

he takes you out to a cute little lowkey club 

drinks cosmos with you and talks about all the stuff he (pretends) he doesn’t care about 

totally dances with you too!! his face is red the whole time and he swears up and down it’s only to keep other weirdos away 

you make him take cute pictures with you in the photo booth too

the pictures don’t end up printing and you’re sad :(((

but the next day he shows up with a copy of them

“look, I know you were all sad about the pictures or whatever so I went back to get them for you. but don’t be showing anyone these, ok?? I don’t want it ruining my rep.”

(also he definitely has a secret copy of the original pictures in his wallet that he takes everywhere)

Leviathan:

he’s seen Valentine’s Day be celebrated in tons of anime and he’s always thought it was so cute 

and he always wanted to celebrate it but he never had anyone except his brothers, and no other demons found interest in the holiday

when he first meets you, that’s one of the first things he thinks and he already has this whole elaborate fantasy of what you’ll do together 

he’s way too shy and embarrassed to admit it

he definitely sends you a cute little e-card asking you to be his Valentine and then proceeds to shut his phone off for the next six hours so he can’t see your rejection

you actually get so worried you knock on his door to check on him and the otaku comes out all red faced and shy

you ask what happened and he’s all pouty about it :((

“I don’t blame you for not wanting a gross otaku like me for your Valentine. I don’t even know anything about Valentines!”

stop him before he gets embarrassed and hide again!!!

with some gentle coaxing and lots of reassurance, he’ll be almost good as new 

asks if you really want to be his Valentine and gets so happy when you agree 

you leave for a bit while he gets ready and when you come back, he’s ordered takeout and has an anime marathon ready for the two of you!!

you cuddle up to him and bed and share takeout containers while watching his favorite anime 

at one point you get sleepy and lean your head on his shoulder 

he forgets how to breathe 

sends you a cute little text after 

“thank you for being my Henry, y/n <3 and giving me the best VDay ever!!! maybe normie stuff isn’t so bad after all”

Satan:

he’s definitely read about Valentine’s Day in books 

and much like Levi as soon as you met, the thought of spending the day together brought a blush to his cheeks 

unlike his brother though, he plans out everything ahead of time 

he just straight up asks you if you want to go out with him, and he’s so casual about it that you have to ask if he knows what Valentine’s is

“of course I do, y/n. im asking you to be my Valentine”

you happily agree!! 

he tells you to dress casual and the next day takes you to a cat cafe for lunch

you order some yummy food and delicious coffee while you wait for your turn to play with the cats

Satan is honestly like a kid in a candy store when he’s playing with them 

like he’s practically tearing up over the little balls of fur 

the two of you play with the cats and cuddle on the floor the whole time

after that, he takes you to a local bakery to pick out a treat to take home with you 

when he takes you home, he takes extra care to walk you to your room 

“today was great, y/n. my favorite person and my favorite animal? what a thrill.”

Asmodeus:

this is his day

he usually spends it with multiple partners, thriving on their lust and need to be loved

but from the minute he met you, he knew he wanted this one to be spent with you and only you 

he’s been planning out the day for you guys for at least a month too

when he asks you to be his Valentine, he does it with white doves and a huge banner 

you’re so flustered but you immediately say yes!!!

wakes you up early on Valentine’s Day and takes you out for a super yummy breakfast

probably some fancy little cafe with parfaits and macarons and crepes 

after breakfast, he takes you to a salon for mani pedis and blowouts!! he wants you feeling as confident and beautiful as possible when he takes you out later

then you guys go to the mall and he picks out an outfit for you!! 

something really cute and kinda dressy, but perfect for the club 

you guys have a light dinner and some pre drinks at home before getting ready 

he insists on getting you ready and treating you like his little doll 

then he takes you to his favorite club 

it’s super busy for Valentine’s Day, and they’re only serving pink and red drinks

everyone gets a wristband sorting them by relationship status too!

Asmo dances with you all night, bringing you yummy drinks to sip on 

definitely posts videos of you guys on his Devilgram stories so that everyone can see how cute his human looks <33

probably has to carry you home cause you’re so tired from dancing/the drinks

does your skincare routine for you and tucks you into bed 

“have a goodnight, darling. thank you for giving me a Valentine's Day that was absolutely divine.”

Beelzebub:

Beel probably had no clue what Valentine’s Day is tbh 

he learns about it when he hears one of his brother’s talking about it and then starts to wonder if maybe you wanted to celebrate 

he doesn’t really understand the concept of it but A for effort 

he asks you if you want to go out to dinner with him and you just assume it’s normal for him

but when you see him all dressed up you realize what he meant by that!! 

he’s so cute it makes your heart melt

he takes you to a pretty nice restaurant with intimate lighting and a nice patio!!

he even tries to eat slower and gentler so he doesn’t scare you off

he even shares his dessert with you!!!

takes you for a walk after dinner and holds your hand 

if you get cold he totally gives you his jacket too! 

he’s thankful it’s dark so you can’t see how red his face is 

“I know you‘re probably used to a lot better Valentine’s Days then this one, but I just wanted you to be able to feel a little slice of home while you’re here.”

Belphegor: 

does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

like he can’t even pretend to care 

you were kinda hoping he would do something for you even tho you thought your crush was unrequited 

but obviously he doesn't and he goes straight to bed after school 

you’re a little upset and you shed a few tears :((

Beel notices but doesn’t say anything to you, however he marches into their room and shakes his brother awake 

Belphie reminds him that he doesn’t care about stupid human traditions 

but Beel counters him by saying he cares about you 

He hates that his twin is right

brings you a pretty bouquet of supermarket flowers and knocks on your door

when he sees your red nose and eyes he feels guilty 

asks if you’ll come with him to go stargazing!! 

the two of you lay down on a blanket together and look up at the stars 

it’s cold so Belphie wraps an arm around you and let’s you lay your head on his shoulder

he’s like a human furnace tbh 

you fall asleep so he carries you home

“I’d pretend to care about all of your human traditions if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

[stephstars08]

Still Proud

Adley Rutschman x Reader

Warnings: Minor Cussing, Angst, Fluff, Cheesy Ending, Adley looking at negative comments on social media, and Possible grammar errors.

Summary: After the Baltimore Orioles season ends in heartbreak against the Texas Rangers, Y/N knows how upset Adley is, so she does all she can to let her boyfriend know that no matter what happens she will always be proud of him.

Word Count: 1,678

Author’s Note: Hello Everyone!! So happy I am releasing my first Adley imagine on here!! Thank you to the ones who have requested me to write him because I’m not going to lie I am completely head over heels for him! I hope you all enjoy my first imagine of Adley and I hope I get to write more for him in the near future!

Y/N is a photographer for the Baltimore Orioles. She takes the pictures and videos of the players and posts them on the official Orioles Instagram account. She’s also the girlfriend of the team’s star catcher Adley Rutschman. They first met in May of 2022 when Adley got called up from the minor leagues. When Y/N heard that Adley was moving up to majors she was beyond excited since she had developed a crush on the star catcher. The only time they came across each other was spring training, but they never stopped to talk to one another. When they met, they officially immediately hit it off and started to date. They just celebrated their one-year anniversary in June.

It was playoff season for the MLB, so the Orioles were so excited since it’s been years since the Orioles made the postseason, but sadly it didn’t go the way they thought it would’ve. Y/N and the team are in Texas playing the Texas Rangers. After losing the first the first two games in Baltimore they had to go to Arlington, Texas to play the third game of the five-game series. The Orioles had to win to keep their season alive, but they sadly came up short.

When the Rangers ran onto the field to celebrate their victory Y/N went down into the clubhouse since it broke her heart to see the Orioles histrionic season come to an end like this. Her heart ached for this team because she knows they worked their asses off all season to get where they are and to just get swept like this was so disappointing. Y/N felt more bad for Adley since she knows how excited he was and now she knew that all that excitement he had was now drained out of his body with disappointment. Y/N wanted to go into the dugout and comfort him, but she knew that he needed to be with his team, so she waited outside the locker room for him.

As minuets passed players and coaches started to make their way into the locker room, but no sign of Adley. Y/N hadn’t seen Gunnar yet either, so she knows Adley is probably with him, but when she saw Gunnar coming her way by himself that theory disappeared. “Gunnar!” Y/N said walking up to him. She met him halfway. “Where’s Adley?” She asked him. “He’s still sitting in the dugout.” Gunnar answered with a heavy sigh. “You should go talk to him.” He told her. “Okay.” Y/N said in a soft tone and walked past Gunnar to the dugout.

Y/N walked up the steps into the dugout to see Adley sitting by himself watching the Rangers celebrate. It crushed her to see the disappointment in Adley’s eyes, but she also saw frustration and sadness in his eyes as well. It was breaking her heart to see the guy she loves going through this. Y/N walked over to him and stood next to him. “This fucking sucks.” Adley hissed before Y/N could say anything. “I know.” Y/N said taking one of his hands and gave it a comfort squeeze. “Come on, you should be with your team.” Y/N told him. She was worried that he was going to fight with her, but he didn’t. Y/N led him to the locker room where his teammates were most likely waiting for him, so their manager can talk with them.

While Adley was with his team Y/N got all of her stuff and all of his equipment that was in the dugout. She made her way out of the stadium and to the rental car she rented from the airport. After unlocking the vehicle, she put her stuff in the backseat and then put all of Adley’s stuff into the trunk since there was more room in the trunk and his stuff takes up more room. Once she settled herself into the driver's seat, she took out her phone to send Adley a text message saying she’s sitting in the rental car with his equipment and wondered if he wanted to go back to the hotel with her instead of riding the bus back with the team. Not too long after she sent the text, he sent her back saying he’s okay riding the bus back with his team. She smiled at that since she’s happy he wants to be with the guys. She knew Gunnar is probably helping him out since they are the closest with each other. She sent him a quick text back letting him know that she’s going to grab the both of them something to eat and then she’ll be back at the hotel. She knows that they only have a couple hours till they have to get back on a plane to Baltimore, so she went quickly.

After getting the food she was worried that she wasn’t going to find a parking spot, but lucky for her there was a car backing out of a spot right in front of the hotels entrance. She parked the rental car and turned it off. She grabbed the bag of food from the passenger seat and got out of the car. She made sure the car was locked and made her way into the lobby where she ran in Gunnar.

“Hey, how was Adley on the bus?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “He didn’t even say a word to anyone.” Gunnar answered with a heavy sigh. “Damn, he’s really crushed.” Y/N said with sadness written all over her face. Everyone always knows when there's something going on with Adley. When he’s upset, he’s the quietest person in the room. Y/N has seen Adley get upset over a lost, but she’s never seen him this sad. But she does know that this lost is bigger than all the others.

“He really thought we were going to make it to the championship.” Gunnar told her. Y/N saw the same sadness and disappointment in Gunnar’s eyes that she saw in Adley’s. “You all did.” Y/N told him as she rubbed his shoulder in comfort. “Their’s always next year. This is just the start.” Y/N told him in a reassuring tone with a reassuring smile on her face. “Thanks Y/N. You always know how to cheer us up.” Gunnar told her with a small smile forming on his lips. Y/N isn’t just the photographer for the team, she’s also the pep talker as well. “It’s what I love to do.” Y/N told him taking her hand off his shoulder. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Gunnar told her with a small laugh. “See you later, Gunnar.” Y/N said with a giggle and walked over to the elevator.

She pressed the up-arrow button and patiently waited for the doors to open. She was happy that she was able to make Gunnar smile and laugh a little, but she knew it was going to be a mission to cheer Adley up. When the elevator doors opened, she waited for the people that were already inside the elevator to walk out. She walked into the elevator and pressed the button that had the number five on it. As she waited for the elevator to take her up to the fifth floor, she thought about what she’s going to say to Adley.

When the doors opened to the fifth floor she walked out and made her way down the hallway to the hotel room she’s staying in with him. She grabbed the room key out of her back pocket and unlocked the door. When she walked into the hotel room, she saw her boyfriend sitting on the end of the bed scrolling on his phone. Y/N knew whatever he was looking at on his phone wasn’t good because of the look he had in his eyes. “Hey.” Y/N said closing the door and walking over to the small table to put the bag of food down and the hotel key next to the bag. Adley just stayed silent as he continued to look down at his phone. Y/N let out a heavy sigh as she sat down next to him onto the bed.

“I’m still proud of you.” Y/N told him which earned a scoff from him. “For what?” Adley said in a harsh tone as he continued to look down at his phone. “Adley, you don’t need a World Series trophy for me to be proud of you!” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “Really?” Adley said finally looking over at her. Y/N took his phone out of his hand and put it down behind them. “I know you really thought you guys were going to make it, but you guys played one hell of a season.” Y/N told him taking one of his hands like she did when they were in the dugout. “This is the best Orioles team people have seen in a long time and this is just the beginning.” She told him as she used her other hand to move some of his hair away from his forehead. “Don’t worry about what those assholes on social media. They are just trying to put you guys down. In my eyes, you will always be the best. You will always be my number one.” Y/N told him which made his lips curve into a small smile. His smile always makes her heart flutter.

“You always know what to say to cheer me up.” Adley said to her. “Just part of my job as being the best girlfriend in the world.” Y/N told him which earned her a laugh from him as she had a smile on her face as well. “And that’s why I’m the luckiest guy.” Adley said and leaned in to connect his lips with hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss as she returned it. When they released from the kiss, they rested their foreheads against each others.”I love you.” Adley said which made her heart flutter again. “I love you more.” Y/N told him. “Not possible.” Adley said and reconnected their lips for another passionate kiss.

[princessmo]

buzzdriesen(?) for the ship thing of course. if someone already sent that then princess' choice of ships u want to talk about

HEHE THANK YOU!!!! :D

SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:

Who said “I love you” first: dave. he's the type of guy to be constantly saying "i love you i love you". bradley DOES love dave but it takes a lot before he can verbalize it; very much a love-through-actions guy

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: also dave: his lock screen is some cool art and his home screen is a secret candid of brad. bradley keeps a generic home and lockscreen, but he also keeps a picture of dave on his desk and another in his wallet.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: dave doesn't write notes but he does little heart doodles

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: they both do but since dave likes universal things like peace and love and flowers, cheesy gifts for him are easier to find

Who initiated the first kiss: VAN DRIESSEN he gave buzzcut a little peck on the cheek and buzzcut grabbed his face and gave him like 5 kisses on the mouth

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: buzzcut! he's a light sleeper (army habits) while van driessen can and will sleep through anything. one time buzzcut tries to pull a sleeping beauty kiss on him and he smiles, murmurs something happy, and then rolls over and falls back asleep

Who starts tickle fights: well okay. in my mind dave is ticklish, brad is not. let that play out as you will

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: dave makes a whole ass powerpoint about why they NEED to shower together to conserve water and save the planet. at the end bradley tells him 'babygirl if you wanna shower together you can just say so'

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: i think they take turns packing lunch for each other, but bradley will occasionally surprise dave by taking him out (to get like, mcdonalds fries or something idk lmao). dave will bring coffee to bradley in the middle of class

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: they both were but in different ways. brad was way too focused on making sure everything was Right and dave was just fidgety and didn't say much

Who kills/takes out the spiders: ok ok. if dave if home alone he'll take the spiders out. if they're home together, bradley will take them out for dave (to avoid a lecture). if bradley is home alone he'll kill them

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: BRADLEY. the first time he says 'i love you' to dave is when he's drunk. and he just keeps telling dave how pretty and soft he is. dave doesn't really get drunk, he gets stoned, but when he's suuuuper high he'll start saying 'i need to crawl in your ribcage' type shit. and when theyre like this together theyre SO annoyingly in love with each other

[angelicyouth]

OKAY I'M FINISHED ‼️ I rushed it a bit (honestly it looked better in my head), so I'm sorry if it sucks ass <\33 I wrote it about Craig because honestly he's my favorite, I'll prob write for Kenny later though :]

If you have any critism, shoot!

Anyways here, i hope you like it shusjijiaomsjskswojasnoojasinwsojwejop

"My girl Liddy used to always smoke ciggaretes when she couldn't sleep.

She'd dissapear for an hour and half and once she came back she'd brush her teeth."

Ciggaretes out the window - TV girl

The clock at the nightstand read 3:00 AM. 3:00 *fucking* AM. It wasn't unsual for Craig to stay up so late, but his reasons this time were what bothered him to no end.

He stared at his window, the moon looking at him back, with the stars surrounding it. Craig had always loved space, it reminded him of someone he loves too. Someone who he loves dearly. Someone who he cherished like nobody else.

Someone who he saw get taken away from his own eyes in the blink of an eye.

Y/N Marsh. Craig always though that her eyes shined brighter than any constelation. It was cheesy, he knows that. But now, he can't bring himself to even look at a picture of her, for cruel fate decided to make her dissapear, by who knows who and who knows where. It stressed the space lover to no end.

What do you do when your own sky, your own vault of heaven, gets taken away?

When you have no sun to keep you warm or no moon to paint the dark blue skies?

What are you going to do when nobody gives two fucks about it?

The light, the source of energy that you need, gone.

All because of some asshole. Some fucking asshole that decided to steal it from you.

And nobody cares.

Nobody.

...

Tears. Tears started to come out of his eyes. Craig noticed it, but didn't try to stop them. The tears were raw, filled with irritation and sorrow. He hated it. He hated missing you.

i'd wait for you even if i was 100 years old and if you aren’t able to by then, then it’s okay

because i’d wait until the next lifetime and the next, however long it takes if it

meant getting to see you achieve ur dreams <3

Were you? Were you going to see him achieve his dreams if you weren't there? Was he even going to, if you weren't there to support him, no matter what? It didn't feel like it.

Choked sobs came right out of his throat, as he looked down, no longer facing the sky. The same sky the both of you were under, and instead looking at his floor.

How he wished you could appear already. He wants you to say how much he means to you. He wants you to grab his hands the same tender way you've always did.

He wants you back.

We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty, because when you call my name through them,

there would be no answer.

The clock now read 4:09 AM. The green eyed boy was still awake, looking out his window again. He couldn't sleep. All he could do was stare back at the sky, yet now a ciggarete hanged from his mouth, as his hand assisted it. At this point, smoking was one of the things that could help him stay on his feet. His eyes looked up, not darting away from the moon, his eyebags noticable.

He hoped you were looking at the moon too.

He hoped you were okay. He'd do just about anything to make sure that you were right now.

Then, he noticed a shooting star, flying brightly between the many others, it's bright tail noticable like the smoke from his ciggarete.

Craig never really wished upon a shooting star, he had always been content with everything he's had.

Yet now, he had a wish.

He wished you came back home.

OH MY GOD?? THIS IS SO GOOD!! I LOVE HOW POETIC IT IS!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

it’s honestly such a crime that you thought that this looked better in your head than written out because this is so, so beautiful!! it makes me extremely sad that you even apologized in advance because this is something you should be proud of!! what you sent me is truly a work of art and i’m not even exaggerating!! there are multiple sentences in here that really grabbed my attention—the words you chose and the way you structured it could only be described as lyrical!!

thank you so much for taking the time to write this out for me!! i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you wanted to send me this gift to read so please be kinder to yourself because this is so touching :( ♡

[sillystappen]

🤡🛒🌞✅🔮👄💻🎬

Thanks, and have fun!

HOLA ok we got more lets fricken go!!!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I like to think I have some good funny moments scattered here and there. But I think the award has to go to this line in Come On Over And Ruin My Life

He [Checo] listens and adds in the occasional "yeah?" to keep Daniel talking and giggles (?!) at some of the lame jokes he makes.

Idk I think the (?!) is pretty good.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I have answered this before BUT I HAVE MORE TO SAY. I spend more time focusing on my characters then I do a place or setting. I want you (yes you specifically) to connect and understand them and feel as they do as the story unfolds. I want you to see through the main characters eyes and understand the depths of them. The characters are little bits of my soul woven into words and more than anything I want people to see them and love them.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Not really. Any time but the mornings to be honest because mornings are for dragging your ass to do things as you contemplate the meaning of your existence. Anyway if I think of where a scene or story goes, or even a new idea, I just write it asap so I don’t forget. Though most of my writing is done between 5pm and 1am.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Starting sentences with And, using the expression God a lot and swearing so much that I would have infinite amounts of community service. 

🔮What's your favourite plot twist you've ever written?

I know the answer but I can’t tell you. Clue: 🫦🌊

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

Oh shit well it really depends on the universe and story. But if we are being the most generic and ignoring the fact that Max has no music taste then it has to be either…

Nostalgic Love Rock by late night drive home

I love this song to death. I picture this song quietly in the background, maybe at Daniel’s place or just in a more public setting or perhaps Daniel has plugged his phone to Max’s speakers. It’s a sweet moment, one that’s just sharing gentle presses of lips and holding the other close then the kisses get longer but by no means heated. That feeling of finding home and your person just swelling around them. Lovely stuff. 

OR Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Ok this you gotta picture it. It’s been building - this thing between them. They both know it, even if they’re denying the other and have never spoken a word about it. It’s a pull, it’s a force, perhaps they’re running out of time and neither want to lose this. Listen to the song and when it’s the chorus the second time it goes, “right now, oh won’t you KISS me on the mouth.” And at the word kiss it happens. The string has snapped and they’re both desperate, hands on each other's back, cradling the back of their heads as their lips move together. Like everything is falling into place. 

💻What do you write your stories on? Laptop, phone, paper, etc.

Ok so if I’m really serious about a story or concept it will go in my notebook. Just a plan and rough notes to help remind me. If I am out and about I may jot things on my phone but most of the actual writing is done on my laptop, which may I add is absolutely covered in stickers.

🎬One of your fics gets turned into a TV series. Which one is it and what network is it on?

Ooooh ok I think it’s got to be Is It Chill That You’re In My Head? and that bitch is a CBBC drama. (Idk American networks I’m British lol). It’s a little cheesy, got a bunch of ups and downs that Max and Daniel navigate together, but the audience love their chemistry and the side characters who always have some bs to say and in the end the series finale is their graduation. It’s not Disney Channel because that would make it too fake and cringey (no offence) and CBBC would have it be a bit more serious. Target audience is 13-17 year olds. I like to think it would be that one show clipped on to TikTok and then people find it like WOAHHHH what is it and where can we find it? Once the series is over perhaps Netflix can get some rights to show it to a global audience. The name would change from fic to show, and I think it would just be called Golden (BECAUSE IT'S A COLOUR I USE HAVE I MENTIONED I LIKE COLOUR).

[nimphontheshore]

7 months and my response to you.

I’m always so grateful, for everything that makes you… You. I know it’s probably silly, but your words can literally make me weep out of nostalgia. You know why? I remember this Nereid, just a year ago, right after I confessed, who was telling me that she’s not really opening up — in general… who doesn’t really get vulnerable around people; almost like she didn’t want to. But truth is, she was being vulnerable just by talking to me about it. At that moment, I felt that I had a glance inside this Nereid, Yeah, and I’ve made my mission to make her feel safe and seen around me. Even though I have always been a silly boy, I really just needed her to be ready, to feel like she could talk to me; and that I would keep anything she might feel close to my heart, good and bad. And look at her now? Confessing to me on our day… And to be honest, doing this everyday. Ain’t I lucky? But adding to that… That’s one of my greatest joy knowing you feel that safe, with me. That you’re not afraid of being seen entirely, and that you know I fall for you even more to your words and that I fall deeper and deeper — as if it was infinite. You always say that you’re not always so good with your feelings but I really think you’re perfect at it. When you find the words, they are always so good, and I relate to them so much.

For example, when you said you found that crazy, that we found each other in this really big ass world; I relate so much, you know? I’ve thought about this recently; I’ve stumbled upon a really cheesy sentence that went like “There’s 7.5 billion smiles on this planet and yours is my favorite” and that’s. Literally. It. Among all people walking this earth, I wouldn’t even look at someone else.

Or… when you said that you feel like we’re connected, that there’s something invisible, unsaid and yet, right there. A connexion that can’t be explained, et pourtant, dont on a conscience. And i feel that so much. Sometimes I don’t need to explain myself more than that, I know you know; I know you feel like I feel, I know you know… How much you’re meant for me, to me; how I would always do things for you, for us. That it will forever be you. That thought reassures me, you know. I’m a clumsy boy, I’ve been clumsy a lot since we started dating; and I’m always scared that you would get tired of those silly mistakes — or things I don’t notice — and run away. I know… insecurities. But at the end of the day, like I said, there’s something between us that makes perfect sense. You trust me, you feel me, you know I’m here for you. Days and nights, only you that really matter. The rest is just accessory, something I can go without.

So, yeah. You always find the right words. Better than me, even. Even do I talk a lot. And I’m so grateful for that, I’m so damn in love. It’s hella crazy? I’m still so excited to reply to you, to see you pop up. I get nervous, sometimes, just like a silly boy in front of his crush; I get insecure as if I was not secured as your boyfriend yet… I get so many emotions that feel so new alors que. They aren’t. I’m yours, ive been for quite some time yeah.

My whole entire world revolves around you. Really. And I can’t picture one without you in it, what meaning would it have? Absolutely none. I don’t even know how I managed to get through life for twenty-five years. I swear Doll, I swear. Couple of months before I met you, I was literally thinking of… well, yk. Just like I did a lot those past few years. I was such a mess, and I was so scared of the future. I’ve never ever pictured myself wanting to live, enjoying life, and even its struggles. Yes, its still tough sometimes, I still have a lot of traumas (I don’t like this word it makes me ick as if I was so woke on twitter please. It has almost lost is scientific meaning for me lol…), processing grief, lot of anxiety management but. Overall. I’m really doing good, I’m really happy, I would fucking beg for my life if I needed to do so. And that’s also the weird thing. And you know that already, you appeared to me just before, what I thought would be the hardest day of my entire life, and weirdly enough, it wasn’t. But you were here, you were this « new » thing, and I was so drawn to you, like I had to, like it was my answer. And you were, you really are my answer. You literally are the reason why I’m full of love right now, you’re the reason why I’m doing well, that I’m so happy, that I’m in shape, well enough to give back this love that I’m receiving. You’re the answer to everything in my life, and i see it so clearly now. I don’t function when you’re not around, its like I’m missing a whole lung and that I’m dying from an incurable illness. For real. I really fucking need you, and I will be on my knees until my last breath; because you’re the one with my whole life in your hands. Well… Okay. Out loud that sounds psycho. That even sounds like manipulation… It’s okay baby! I’m not that psycho. You know I ain’t~~~ More seriously. I will always root for you, my love. And I’m so so so happy knowing you feel safe with me, that you trust me with everything just as I trust you.

The most important thing for me is to see you happy. Whatever the cost, whatever that means now or in the future. You’re the only thing that matters to me and it feels so great, so reassuring, knowing that every step of the way, you’re gonna be right by my side. Everything feels easier knowing that,

Thank you again so much for your words and those seven months. And whole ass year. I will keep doing my best to take good care of you, suffocate you with my nerdiness, silliness, and most importantly. Love. I will do what I can to make any other day exciting or different and I promise you, I can always surprise you (well, I still hope so).

I love learning about you every other day, even when I feel like I know everything. I will have all my life to get wiser from your love and for who you are. I learn from you and your passion, always. And I’m so proud of the woman I have facing me. She’s extraordinary, and she is all mine.

My love is made for you, every bit of it. It didn’t exist before, and there’s no after if it’s not with you.

Ton Kier

[chaseadrian]

if you can only pretend

day 6. phone sex // [kinktober masterlist] Hard to say exactly how much you miss Steve while he's away on business. Still, you'll find a way to show him.

pairing. steve harrington/f!reader wc. 1k tags. 18+ ONLY, established relationship, phone sex, dirty talk, a bit o fluff, masturbation

You started on your stomach, the phone pulled from its stand, wire uncoiled as you twirled it around your finger. It was cliche and cheesy, but then, so was the way Steve spoke to you on the other end. 

“You miss me, beautiful?” He asks, stranded at some conference in Indianapolis for the video store. Who knew video stores had conferences? Or that Steve was good enough at his job to be invited? 

“What do you think?” You reply, flipping over to stare at the ceiling, knees pulled up and legs crossed one over the other. Your pajama shirt slides down your thighs, and the quiet hum of consideration from Steve has goosebumps rising on the skin. 

“Well, I don’t know.” You can sense him skirting around a question, can see the kick of his lip as he holds back a smile, his breath a little short. 

“Mm, you alone in that hotel room?” Grazing your nails over the top of your thighs, you close your eyes and pretend they’re Steve’s. 

“Got it all to myself, Robin complained about my snoring, smiled at the general manager, and he got her the hookup. I don’t think she knew what she was doing, but, never know with her.” He loses the plot for a moment before reorienting, “Point is, yes, the room is all mine.” 

“Not the only thing that’s all yours.” You chuckle as a punctuation to the statement, an incredulous, sarcastic laugh that goes over Steve’s head and has him falling over his heels. 

“That right?” He’s self satisfied, and you hum an affirmative before he continues, “So how much was it that you missed me?” 

You slip your fingers under the hem of your underwear, drawing your moan into your throat and instead letting out a deep, shaking sigh, “I don’t have the words, but I can still articulate it, if you want.” 

There’s the quiet clatter of a belt buckle on the other end before Steve says, “Jesus Christ, yes.” 

You laugh again, slipping your middle finger between your lips, slicking it up to circle around your clit. You moan into the receiver, playing it up just a little, and he starts spilling soliloquies without you even asking. 

“Fuck, shit,” He whispers, “Wish I was there. Wish it was your mouth around me instead, fuck,” Laughs intercede the monologue, “Hard to go back to my hand when you wrap around me so nice. N—nothing compares, fuck, I swear on God and Jesus and Magnum PI himself that I will never go to another one of these damn conferences.” 

Smiling to yourself, you sit in the mental picture of Steve at the desk of his hotel, fisting his erection, his jeans just pulled past his ass. He’s struggling to talk, white knuckles stroking down a reddening shaft, precum dribbling over his skin as he laments his love and frustration. 

“Nothing that takes me away from you and that pretty mouth. I just, shit, just wanna bury my tongue between your legs, make you squirm like you’re doin’ right now.” 

You arch your back as you circle your clit, lit up with desperation and want for Steve, for the little whimpers and choked moans he breathes into your mouth, for the rough pad of his fingertip on your wet cunt. You drive down deeper into the bed, whispering, “Shit, Steve, please, keep going. Keep going.” 

“Keep going?” His voice is steadier now, his desperation staved off by the pride he feels satisfying you, “Keep telling you how much I miss that body? Miss how wet you are when I slip into you, how tight you wrap around me, miss you pushing yourself against me, miss how your tits feel against my chest, shit, fuck, I’m—” 

He loses his composure in a matter of seconds, and it’s the heaving sigh at the outset of his orgasm that sends you careening into yours. That mental picture of his lips parting, pretty and pink and exhaling moans and guttural noises that he can’t hold back. The stilling of his hand on his length, spurts of cum spattered on his jeans and the desk and, if he’s really missing you, the wall. 

You can just hear the quiet, “Ohh, yeah, just like that.” as you’re shaking through your orgasm, fingers frantic over your clit as you dredge out every last bit of pleasure you can before the slightest touch becomes overwhelming. 

Catching your breath, you laugh a little in embarrassment. Crawling into Steve’s arms is typically an easy way to escape the awareness that comes after sex, logic and conscience seeping back into the spaces of your body that were taken over by love and desperation. Now though, all you have is the intangible comfort of his voice over the line, laughing right there with you. 

“I am just the luckiest guy in the world, huh?” He says, a dreamy sigh to follow. 

“Only person luckier than you is me.” You smile, shifting under the covers, the receiver under your head. If you close your eyes you can almost pretend Steve’s right there with you. 

“Fat chance.” There’s the clink of his belt as he pulls his jeans back on, scoffing at the notion. 

“Bite me.” 

He laughs, “I can do that. Soon as I get back, promise.” 

The lull of his voice pushes you closer and closer to sleep, and you mutter out an, “I’ll hold you to it.” 

“Hey, you falling asleep on me?” 

You mumble a negative, and Steve huffs a laugh, “Yeah, alright. Go to sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow night. I love you.” 

Your heart kicks in your chest as it always does when he says that, and you push off sleep enough to firmly say, “I love you.” 

There’s a smile in the sigh he lets out, and a quiet, “Goodnight, my beautiful girl. I’ll be here.”

You fall asleep with the receiver pressed against your cheek, Steve’s soft breathing on the other end. 

It’s almost like he’s there. 

Almost.

[holdinbacksecrets]

assuming they were normal citizens of the world, what kind of ig users do you think svt would be? like who would post stores about you all the time, who would soft launch you, who would only post during anniversaries, who would post cheesy ass things, who wouldn’t post you until y’all are engaged, etc lol. thank you! 😍

i feel like some of these still have an air of fame to them… like some of this shit fans would eat up/they have a feeling of being shared with an audience of strangers

seungcheol: he posts adorable videos of you that make everyone swoon. the most recent is you barefoot at his cousin’s wedding reception dancing in the grass with a glass of champagne in hand. you look heavenly, and his captured ooos and laughter are heart melting. in the corner of every video posted is a little *i have consent to share* because in some clips, it’s clear that you have no idea he’s filming, and that makes them even sweeter

jeonghan: you’re a complete weirdo, and he’s so amused. he doesn’t document all the wacky shit you do, but some of the best moments make it to his instagram

joshua: the only time you’re on his social media is when you’re driving and singing pocketful of sunshine. it’s basically your version of sunday morning

jun: he has a highlight dedicated to everything you bake, and he does wholesome zoom ins with the perfect background music

soonyoung: he’s documenting his life on social media but is respectful of your disinterest in being perceived, so your face is rarely shown. captured conversations are always amusing because the camera is focused on his expressions, and he always :] when you ask if he’s recording

wonwoo: he has a story dedicated to the summary screen when you’re gaming together, keeping track of wins, and adding cute emojis whenever you beat him atta girl

jihoon: he has an anime highlight where you share ratings and recommendations. you’ve probably started an anime commentary podcast together

seokmin: he’s dating a musician (cello player) and has a highlight dedicated to your recitals. every evening of a show brings the same trio of pictures: a flower bouquet held in his hand + i hope she’ll like it, you on stage, and one of him hugging you afterward backstage. so fucking adorable and the captions are so wholesome: “i’m the proudest boyfriend” “🥺🥺😭😭❤️❤️😘🖤🤧😍🫠” “everyone stared at me when i whistled from the first row, but i don’t even care”

mingyu: almost every picture he posts was taken by you, and he makes hearts melt with captions like “taken by my love” or “she did good, huh?” someone stop him

minghao: he met you at a yoga studio because you’re an instructor, and classes at dawn end as the sun rises. he always shares that moment on a monday as vibrant colors consume the sky, starting off his week right, and sends good vibes to followers

seungkwan: he posts pictures of you flipping him off at the dining room table—it’s an ongoing saga—because you haven’t had your coffee yet. we’re two peas in a pod. you film videos of him running, calling out encouraging words, and promising to give him a massage afterward even though he’ll want a donut instead

hansol: he alludes to having a significant other but is never forthcoming. the pieces come together quite easily because of his flirty replies to your comments, and any time he travels the location is the same because you’re long distance. the reveal comes when you’re graduating from grad school, and he posts candids fixing your cap, kissing your cheek, and beaming as he embraces you.

chan: even as a normal citizen, there’s no way this man wouldn’t be dancing, and you always bring meals to the studio, so he posts pictures of the impressive spread before eating. he’s quite public about his relationship. also posts pictures of you strolling through the farmers market, along with posts of you wearing matching bunny headbands featuring green face masks