#but buying a whole new full table set because you wanted a new one???

[futuremercifulnerd]

The only reason i know i dont 100% participate in over consumption culture is because when i see people on my fb selling their shit going "nothing wrong with it! We just wanted a new one 😊" i immediately think "then why tf did you buy a new one?"

[cxffecoupx]

asking to place lipstick marks on 'it'

seventeen x reader 18+, nsfw, svt down bad warnings: suggestive content, love making wc: 1.0k author's notes: such a CRAZYY thought to have, so i decided to do it :) but i cant believe it took me this long to finish writing this (read: uni is kicking my ass). anyways, wouldn't say i'm very satisfied with it, but i really hope you guys like it!! also, special thanks to @simpxxstan for giving me ideas for a few members

➼ choi seungcheol

very interested in the idea. would get so excited for this. would ask if he can select the shade of lipstick and runs to your dressing table when you agree. but most likely would end up buying a new set of lipsticks because the shade he wants 'is not there' (it's an excuse for him to buy you a new set). by the time you're able to finish your mission, you're over three rounds and he's a sweaty, moaning mess. neither of you sleep that night.

➼ yoon jeonghan

would become so smug when you suggest it?? like full on smirk on his face and just goes, "if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just said that." but will eventually agree when he sees your boba eyes and gets excited seeing your excitement. will probably squirm and whimper because of the sensations at first, but the sex later on is crazy.

➼ hong jisoo

confused eyes. looks so adorable you end up smushing his face and kissing his lips in fondness. man is actually so clueless at first, but then ever more confused when he realizes what you meant. becomes beet red until you promise him it's just for fun and not necessary until he's okay with it, hearing which he quickly agrees cause if you're gonna have fun, why would he not indulge you? would become so adorably shy when he sees the result. makes you cum with just his fingers and mouth as thank you.

➼ moon junhui

mindblown by your idea. becomes so excited; it's like a child waiting for candy. so endeared by you that he ends up making you smooch all over his face. then he starts kissing all over your face. the lipstick marks meant for his dick end up on your faces, but neither of you could be happier than at this moment. slowly turns into a gentle love making session.

➼ kwon soonyoung

you ask him in a very usual way, but it's only after he accepts that you realize this is a great opportunity to tease him. asks if he can record it (because he's very amused by this idea) and searches for the perfect lighting and angle while you prepare. thinks he's so prepared for it, but starts shaking and pleading the moment you start kitty licking his tip. by the time you're finished, he's panting and wanting for more.

➼ jeon wonwoo

you ask him while he was gaming; he leaves the game so fast you wonder what went wrong. but then he goes and picks up a random shade of lipstick and pulls you in between his knees as he manspreads on his gaming chair. holds your hair as you work on him. hours later, the lipstick and your clothes lie forgotten by the bed.

➼ lee jihoon

wants this whole event to occur in his studio. literally agrees when you offer to come to the studio for it. he'd be acting so nonchalant but you can clearly hear his heart racing in his chest and his ears going red. also likely to voice record the whole thing with your consent to use as 'inspiration' later (will use it to get off during desperate times).

➼ lee seokmin

another one who'd get red. very shy. "woah where do you even get ideas like these?" as he goes wide-eyed and still manspreads on the couch to invite you in. goes weak in his knees when he sees you make eye contact with him as you look up from between his knees wearing a shade he considers sexy. you have to abort the mission because he ends up pushing your face few many times.

➼ kim mingyu

GIGGLY MESS. you don't understand what he's been giggling about ever since you proposed the idea, but you're currently down on your knees in front of his naked body and he just cant stop giggling??? when you ask him about it though, he says he's way too endeared by this whole task and wants you to kiss every inch of his body. so, an hour or so later, you're panting, straddling a happy mingyu who's entire body is covered with lipstick stains. time to make a new folder in your gallery.

➼ xu minghao

lowkey becomes concerned about you. he already suspected you were upto something when you approached him with a cheeky smile, but he never thought it'd be this... wild? almost instantly rejects until he sees you get down and look at him with such hopeful eyes that he cant resist. still finds it weird as you mark him, but gladly indulges you. takes photos of it (without you knowing,,, or so he thinks) because you are the artist, and he ends up liking the art a little too much.

➼ boo seungkwan

lowkey judges you first, before highkey agreeing to it. it's one of the "how dare you make stupid decisions and do them without me" moments. judgmental most of the time: "is that the shade you're choosing? it doesnt look good on my skin tone," "the lip shapes arent perfect, pucker them a little more," etc etc. after lots of advice and nagging, you finally finish the job. you get up with a satisfied smirk as you look at his pretty pink cock and his spent form.

➼ chwe vernon

deeply contemplates it. quickly nods when you say, "it's for the art" and asks for some time. leaves. comes back saying "okay, let's do it." when you ask him where he went, he goes "i had to be clean and ready." waits for you to prep for it, but almost cums then and there when he sees you naked, wearing only his favourite shade of lipstick. by the time you could finish the task, he's lost all his marbles and begs you to ride him. finishes with his cum painting your chest and stomach.

➼ lee chan

turns red as a tomato. one moment you suggest the idea, the next he has to physically pull his head outta the gutter because his thoughts escalated into something else. and no matter how hard he tries to deny that he was indeed having very mature thoughts, the blush creeping to his cheeks screams the truth. asks somewhere in between if he can mark your chest with his lipstick marks, and honestly? who are you to resist? by the end of the night, he's spent and at your mercy and you havent yet completed the task.

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Get Them For You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: Rafe never hesitates to get Y/N what she wants.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Even though Y/N has told Rafe countless times, he does the best he can to be a provider for her, buying her food, clothes, books, scientific equipment he doesn’t understand what it does and anything else he can think of. He will literally do everything in his power to get her the whole world. They are at the mall shopping for a new leather jacket for him. They’ve been there for a few hours, taking their time to peruse around the stores. Her stomach begins to cry out its need for sustenance. As they continue to the next store, a delicious buttery and salty smell enters the air. Her head turns in the direction of where this sensory stimulus is coming from. The small glance toward Auntie Anne’s Pretzels does not go unnoticed by her boyfriend. He pauses immediately, yet she continues to walk, so he loops his arm through her to pull her back to his side. “What’s wrong?” she questions with a tilt of her head. He points toward the pretzel store, “I’m hungry. Why don’t we get a snack? A cheese one, right?” “You know me so well,” she beams. He chuckles and presses his lips against her temple. He leads her toward the register and orders their salty snack. 

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It is no secret that Y/N is an avid reader. Her TBR list is in the hundreds and it continues to grow. Rafe’s mission is to make that list dwindle to zero, despite what Y/N might say. Sometimes, he’ll add books to that list by himself. The couple is hanging out in the library. She is studying and he is only there to keep her company. An hour into her studying session he pulls her away from her textbooks and notes to take a break and eat a snack. Her eyes wander while she nibbles on the cheese and crackers he hands to her, landing on a book cover that catches her eyes. The pink-themed watercolour cover features a forest with a rope bridge. It’s beautiful and the title is quite simple. Unravel Me. Rafe sees her attention isn’t on him and follows the gaze to the novel in another person's hands. She moves her eyes back to him, but he still takes note of the title. After the snack, she goes back to studying and he focuses on his phone. He decides to search for the book and finds out it is a hockey romance series. It sounds right up Y/N’s alley, so he orders Topper to go to the store and buy her the full set.

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The most outrageous example of Rafe being Rafe when it comes to buying Y/N things is when he orders expensive objects for her right on the spot. It is date night and he decides to take her to the new upscale bar that opened up off campus. He pulls her chair out for her, allowing her to hop onto the tall chair. While she tells him about her tests, her eyes are trained on something at the bar. She must really like whatever she is looking at because she stands from the chair and approaches a woman. Rafe is right behind her, resting his hand on the small of Y/N’s back. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but I really like your bag. Where did you get it?” she asks the redhead. The other woman grins and holds her bag up, “Thank you! It’s from Coach. I can’t remember what it’s called though. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. You gave me enough to go off of. Thank you so much. Have a nice night,” Y/N bids goodbye to her. Throughout the whole interaction, Rafe’s attention is on his phone. They get back to their table and he holds up his screen to her. The Coach website is pulled up on Safari with a picture of a light tan bag that has a dragon on it. Boxed New Year Rogue 25 With Dragon is written above the picture along with the price of $1,090.

“This is the one you want, right?” he confirms. Her eyes widen at the price, “Yes, but I didn’t know it was that expensive. I like it, just not for that price.” He ignores her worries and goes back to typing on his phone. “Look at this one. I’m gonna get it for you too. I think it’s cute,” he tells her, sliding his phone across the table to her. She sees two items in his cart: the dragon purse and the heart bag in regenerative leather. The total amount before tax is $1,490, which is completely outrageous to her. She shakes her head, “You can’t buy these, Rafe. This is way too much.” “Come on, let me get them for you, Angel. You know money is no issue for me,” he pleads, giving her the best puppy eyes he can.

“It’s not an issue for me. What am I going to do with something so luxurious?”

“Look like an absolute queen while you flaunt it around. Show other men that I can provide for you. Hand it over to me while you put your lip gloss on, so you can mark your territory. You deserve this luxury and so many more, Angel.”

“This is really important to you. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, so… what do you say?”

“Fine. You can get them.”

A smirk craves itself onto his face and he puts in his credit card information to finalize the purchase. He shows her the shipping information, “It should be here by next week, Angel.” “Thank you, Rafe. I can’t wait to use them,” she shows her gratitude by giving him a kiss.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[haikyu-mp4]

I would like to listen to Better Than Words with Bokuto, please <3 😊

Now playing... Better Than Words

word count; 919 – gn!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

Bokuto knows many things. He’s a college graduate, no less! However, before he even accomplished that, his mother ensured he was instilled with a couple of important values. For example, actions speak louder than words.

So when he hadn’t been able to see you for a whole week because of practice, he wanted to get you the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers he could find to show how much he appreciated you. He left the flower shop with a blinding smile on his face and a couple of elderly women cooed at him as he walked past with the flowers in hand.

Not even the rain could make his smile fall. It was a light drizzle, and he did his best to shield the flowers as he made his way to the bus stop. Picking his phone out of his pocket, he took a moment to admire the picture of you on his lock screen. Your beauty made the bouquet dull in comparison, he thought.

He wrote you a message saying he was on his way over, and just as it was sent, the bus pulled up to his stop. Unfortunately, it was quite full and he had to stand around the middle, so he desperately tried to protect the flowers from harsh squishing by the people around him. Fortunately, he was a tall, strong guy, and the flowers took minimal damage. He breathed out a short disappointed breath as he saw some ruined petals, but he still stayed positive that you would like the gesture. They were still nice flowers.

Someone else pressed the button for his stop, so he waited patiently as someone else got off before making his way out the door. Just as he was about to step off, someone accidentally bumped into his back, sending him stumbling out with a roar of surprise.

He watched almost as if in slow motion as the bouquet flew out of his hands and onto the pavement. Following his unlucky pattern, it fell right into the bike lane where a man whizzed over his precious flowers and broke at least half the stems.

Finally gaining his footing, he picked them up as quickly as possible, tears in his eyes as the bus doors closed. Several people were watching him from the windows as the bus drove off, but he wasn’t worried about that. He was worried about the sorry excuse of a bouquet he was about to bring you.

You waited for him in your apartment, just finishing up the last part of the meal, the table set for a romantic dinner. Going a week without your boyfriend wasn’t life-threatening, but this felt like a forever kind of love and you wanted to make sure he knew you appreciated him.

There was a knock on the door and you excitedly skipped over to the door, opening it in a rush only to be met with a wet-eyed Kotaro. His hands were behind his back and he smiled as best as he could despite his disappointment in himself. “Baby, what’s wrong? I missed you so much, come here.”

You pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around him in the warmest hug. His arms did the same around you, and as he leaned his head on yours, you felt him holding something behind your back.

“I missed you too, and I wanted to buy you pretty flowers,” he answered with a sniffle. As you pulled away, he held a bouquet between you with the most gorgeous array of different flowers you had ever seen. It had all your favourites, in addition to some other pretty ones to make it fuller. It also looked tired and clearly got messed up on the way. You gasped and stroked your hands over his to take the bouquet from him. “But then everything went wrong on the way here, and I couldn’t go back and get a new one, because then the food would get cold, and, and- I just love you so much that I can’t even find the words to sum it up.”

You caressed his cheek with your free hand, chuckling softly under your breath. “You went all the way to that one shop I like, didn’t you? The only one with this particular shade of my favourite, oh how lovely!” you noted, making him nod and smile a little. “This is perfect, Kotaro, thank you. I’m glad you didn’t go back, I made your favourite for dinner.”

He perked up, sniffing the air and stroking his hand down your back as you walked into the kitchen where you would be eating. “I love you.”

You leaned up to kiss his lips before he held your chair out for you so you could sit down. “I know, you show me every day. And I love you too.”

After a lovely dinner of catching up on everything that happened the last week, you and Kotaro did the dishes together before settling down by the dinner table to preserve some memories. You had the great idea of pressing the flowers! You wouldn’t need much of the broken stems, and any ruined petals could be left out.

A couple of weeks later, he was back over at your apartment for an evening of watching the new series you were into, and he was happy to see the flowers from that day were framed and hung above your TV.

Underneath were three words in cursive writing that made his heart warm.

Better than words.

masterlist

/grand thanks to angel @cottonlemonade for this idea<3

[songmingisthighs]

Good Neighbour

group : ateez

pairing : nerd!seonghwa × neighbour!reader

genre : smut, neighbours au

word count : 3.8 k

warning : smut, mdni, explicit sex (piv), mentions of watersports (no actual action), seonghwa mentioning he watches porn, unprotected sex, mentions of Seonghwa pleasuring himself to the thought of (y/n), (y/n)'s kind of a brat ??

a/n : happy seonghwa day !!! :D though i'm in singapore, i still want to post this and i did it !!! >:)

buy me coffee ?

Frantic knocks on Seonghwa's door made him almost smash his lego Death Star by accident. Thankfully, he only smacked his hand on the side of his table. Though painful, he'd have that over ruining the thing he had been working on for the whole day and was three-fourths way done.

The knocks on the door became relentless and bordering on incessant and honestly, it annoyed him quite a lot. He was hoping to have a quiet night in after hearing (and dealing) with the excitement around the apartment earlier. Plus, he promised his friend, San that the next time they hang out he would show him his finished lego Death Star so he could help conceptualize how to put them on display. So obviously, Seonghwa wanted to spend the day for himself, for his hobbies. It wasn't like Seonghwa would usually spend his time out, it was just that his time alone was usually spent on his work as a remote working cyber security expert. They truly benefit from Seonghwa's anxiety and tedious working tendencies but Seonghwa couldn't really complain.

When Seonghwa (finally) opened the door, he was so ready to scold whoever was on the other side, pissed that they annoyed him for no reason. But when he was met with the face of his crush, teary-eyed with her arms hugging her body tightly with a slight tremble, his anger melted away and his shoulders dropped. "(y/n)?" he called out, crouching down slightly to your height to be eye-level with you, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Have you been crying?" he asked, a worried look clear on his face. You had been the object of his affection for quite some times now and when he heard that your house had been burgled while you were at work, Seonghwa felt the most guilty because it was during the time he decided to go out and buy a new lego set for his collection. Had he waited to go a little longer, he would've been able to stop the burglary. Of course by calling someone, what can a nerd like him do? Offer to get pantsed as an exchange? That wouldn't be enough and he had a feeling that he would just make the situation worse. Considering that he only had a handful of experience with having a full conversation with you and every single time, he was so awkward. One time, he managed to spill his own coffee on himself, jumped and bumped his head to the wall behind him. You were nice enough to not make fun of him and even staying with him and iced his head. From then on he was down bad and he swore that he will try to be better for you. That was a year ago so please make your own conclusion.

You were sniffling and your eyes were shifting around warily, arms hugging your own body as a gesture of self preservation and comfort after experiencing a major trauma. "Can I stay here with you for a bit? I- I don't feel safe at home and none of my other friends are available," you sniffled sadly. Seonghwa couldn't help but skip a heartbeat at your words, focusing on the fact that you had indirectly called him your friend. While he would like to be more, he was more than happy that you thought so highly of him and he can only hope that when he finally make his move (whenever that is), his happiness would be tenfold. Whilst trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to split his face in half, Seonghwa frantically nodded and stepped aside, "Of course, you can stay here as long as you want! With me, your friend!" it took everything in him to not laugh or giggle considering that the situation was still sensitive. Thankfully, you didn't seem to realize his attempts of not being a weirdo and you even stepped close to him to gave him a tight hug. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Seonghwa, I'm really glad to have you," your voice was mumbled due to your pressing your face on his shoulders. Seonghwa's body froze especially when you exhaled deeply into his clothes, turning a spot very warm. For some reason, feeling your breath on him was exhilarating and had you not let go of him, you would've definitely felt his boner on your hip.

Even when you were already inside his place, you were still stiff and awkward. The situation was just so stressful to you that even with the company you knew you needed, you were still not able to feel comfortable yet. Seeing this of course upset Seonghwa as he adored your happy and cheerful side. "H-hey, do you want something to drink? My friend, Yunho, got me this pink wine thing and I've been waiting for the right reason to-" "Yes please," you cut him off, both surprising and delighting him with your enthusiasm over alcohol.

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Not even half an hour later, you and Seonghwa found yourselves giggling over random things on his couch. You had let loose a little (a lot) with the help of the alcohol and Seonghwa's dumb attempt at imitating his friend Wooyoung's witch laugh. You've been laughing for a solid 5 straight minutes and Seonghwa was beyond proud that he was able to make you that happy and distracted. Or distractedly happy.

"Seonghwa, stop it or I'll pee myself!" you whined whilst still laughing happily, head thrown back and hand on your stomach when you felt like it was starting to cramp. Grinning widely, Seonghwa sat himself back down on the couch, this time unknowingly closer to you with a slight huff and reddened cheeks, courtesy of the alcohol. "If you pee yourself, I know that means you were genuinely laughing so hard and I'll take pride in that," he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Without Seonghwa realizing, the alcohol had allowed him to be more confident in having you in his apartment whilst simultaneously giving him a bit more courage to be able to communicate with women easier. Usually, he'd stumble over his own words and/or mix them up to create a confusing, awkward word. In return to his statement, you raised an eyebrow at him as a knowing smirk appeared on your face, "You like girls peeing because of you? Kinky," and Seonghwa almost choked on his own spit. Seeing this, you decided to egg him more, "I'm not kink shaming you, Hwa, I'm just surprised you're into that." Seonghwa began sputtering random words, trying to reject the notion but no actual, comprehensible words came out of his mouth and it made him panic because he felt like as if he was trying to hide something when it wasn't the case whatsoever.

The panicked look on Seonghwa's face; the blush, the twitchy eyes, and the trembling bottom lip looked cute to you. You have always thought that he was attractive, hot even, he was just a nerd who gets overly excited over things that he likes and most of the things he like revolves around Star Wars, Marvel, and pink stuffs. Plus, his career path on top of the way he dressed didn't help his case of being a total nerd. You remembered thinking he was so hot when you saw him coming back from playing tennis with his friend Hongjoong and to say your panties suddenly got damp would be the understatement of the year. You've been waiting to be able to see that Seonghwa again and so far you had no luck. Yet.

"I haven't had sex in a year!" He suddenly blurted out without realizing what he had said.

You both sat there frozen; Seonghwa in dreadful realization of the information that he had just unknowingly willingly gave out to you. He remembered Wooyoung and Mingi trolling him about the fact because according to them, it was ridiculous that Seonghwa didn't care much about where or how his sexual frustration was channeled, completely oblivious (or maybe forgetting) that Seonghwa has been pining over you for the longest time. That, and Seonghwa is a very busy smart man with a hobby.

It wasn't like he thought that you would ridicule him, it was just embarrassing to have your crush know you haven't had sex in so long What if he thought he's unexperienced or just THAT unwanted?

"B-but it's not like I have a low sex drive or anything. I get turned on! I really do, I watch porn like a normal person!"

God, if only a meteor could strike him then and there.

Seonghwa was so close to faking an injury or just climbing out the window to escape the awkwardness he had accidentally created. Anything to not be in that position or be that person anymore.

"What kind of porn do you usually watch?"

He was not expecting that question from you.

For a second, Seonghwa thought you were joking. Maybe even making fun of him. Or egging him to spill his kinks or sexual interests just so you could humiliate him later. But the more he looked at you, the more he saw that you were being genuinely curious, there was no malice behind your eyes or gesture. "I... It... It differs from time to time," he was not quite sure why he even responded to you in the first place. Perhaps the alcohol was more potent than he expected it to be. "Oh? So you like dominating and being dominated?" Seonghwa nearly jumped from his seat when your knee touched his, surprised that you were suddenly so close to him. But he didn't move back, he even scooted in, leaning into your warmth and touch that he craved more of after having a taste. "No... Well," though it felt as if there was as lump in his throat, Seonghwa simply coughed it out a couple of times before continuing talking, "I don't quite know about that, but I know I like taking care of my partner."

His eyes widened when you suddenly plopped onto his lap, legs, encasing his thighs as to not let him move around easily. "Tell me more," you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your weight on him completely. Seonghwa's head began to swirl, your scent hitting his nostrils and the realization of how close you both were with each other were intoxicating to him, exhilarating even. His hands automatically moved to be placed on your hips, as if wanting to keep you in the spot as a possessive gesture. "Well, I... I'm very nervous having you here with me right now," he blurted out. You couldn't help but giggle at his confession as you didn't expect him to say something like that to you, it wasn't even the context of the conversation. "Why so? It's not like I'm gonna bite you," then you suddenly leaned in, lips next to his ear and your breath hitting the skin making it warm, "Unless you're into that."

In a blink of an eye, Seonghwa had lunged at you, pining you onto the couch as he whined pathetically. "Please don't tease me like this, I don't want to take advantage of you considering you had just been through something absolutely traumatic and not to mention we were drinking," as he pleaded, his palms balled into fists on either sides of your head as if to ground himself, reminding himself that while he couldn't control his words, he should at least be able to control his urges. Seeing him hold back made you pout, obvious that it was not the reaction that you were hoping for. "Oh come on, Seonghwa! I've been through something absolutely traumatic today so I need you right now, I need your help to make me forget how crappy today has been," your words were so clever and you even bat your eyelashes at him to soften him up which annoyingly enough worked. But still, even if you did have a point, Seonghwa was still hesitant because like he said, he really do enjoy (so far, only the idea of) taking care of his partners and ensuring their consent was one of the ways he liked to do it. Besides, to him, asking for permission to commit a very intimate act was hot, it was as if the decision of having sex could be dependent on one of either parties.

Since this was you, someone who he had been pining for for so long, he decided to make sure of some things as to not let the chance pass by just like that. "How drunk are you exactly?" Seonghwa asked, genuinely hoping that you would still be able to do what he hoped you both would do if the chance comes. "Not drunk at all, just a slight buzz, you?" you asked back, heart beating slightly at the thought of Seonghwa wanting to have sex with you. "Drunk enough to have the courage to propose this to you but not so drunk that it would nullify my consent," he said firmly.

Without wasting more time, you smashed your lips agains this in a frenzied rush. Though you leapt forward, your body dragged him down with you onto the couch due to the gravity and your arms being securely wrapped around his neck. When you both landed, Seonghwa let out a yelp and had his clumsiness kicked in, he would have definitely smushed you under his weight on the couch but he managed to support his own weigh slightly. You loved the feeling of him on top of you though, you loved feeling his mouth on yours. Even from the kiss you could tell that Seonghwa was slightly hesitant, wanting to do something to you (that you have yet to figure out) but he wasn't able to actually reach out for it. Heck, not even to place his hands on your body. Usually, with your previous partners, they would be honking your boobs like a clown horn by now, but Seonghwa was different in a nice and frustrating way. You detached your lips and pouted up at him, showing your displeasure over his treatment, "God, Seonghwa just do whatever the fuck you want with me!" you whined, yanking his collars open to began sucking red marks on his pretty, fair skin, "I want to be taken care of by you. You'd like that, right? You liked knowing that you can take care of me and my needs with no problem and have me however you want."

A guttural growl left Seonghwa's lips and before you know it, Seonghwa had flipped you over so that your chest was against the cushion underneath you. It felt like your breath was knocked out of your lungs from being surprised by the sudden action and by Seonghwa's strength. At least you got another glimpse of your nerdy neighbour's athletic prowess and this time you got to experience what he was capable of first hand.

"You want me to take care of you? You want me to explore what I can do from my extensive research?" the sudden appearance of Seonghwa's low voice vibrating through the air caused electricity to shot down your spine, making it feel tingly. "Yes, please, I want to know what you're capable of, Seonghwa, please," you whined breathily, almost sounding pathetic.

Your permission was all Seonghwa needed to grab you by the waistband of your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear. It felt ridiculous that Seonghwa felt a sudden overwhelming sense of arousal just from seeing your bare ass on display for him, It wan't like he had never seen a naked ass before. For sure, he wasn't a virgin and by God, the amount of times Wooyoung and San pranked him by having their bare asses in front of his face just before he opened his eyes was astronomically embarrassing. Though he can't complain much because this was your ass and the sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement that coursed through this body made him think of the endless possibilities be it from potential kinks to positions and even frequency and volume (amount and sound). This must be how virgins on their wedding nights feel. Seonghwa couldn't help but palmed himself through the layers of clothing he had on as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, nose scrunching at the

"Don't just stare at me, do something!" you demanded, "What? You don't know what to do?" Teasing him might have been a mistake on your part because the next thing you know, Seonghwa slapped your ass harshly. Maybe he was acting out from his reflex, maybe something inside him was switched on because when he heard you yelp, he snapped out of whatever it was that made him hurt your ass and winced, momentarily turning back into the bumbling nerd you knew from before. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, (y/n), a- are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking," he was cringing so hard when he asked because your now red ass was glaring at him, proving that he was being harsh on you. But he was surprised when you turned around to look at him with your bottom lip between your teeth and a shy smile on your face, "N-no, Seonghwa, that was great."

God, it felt like he finally found the answer he has been looking for.

You were doing nothing but showing him a simple expression but for some reason Seonghwa found it so absolutely sexy. Pornographic even. It released the last hold Seonghwa had in himself and before you could reassure him more, Seonghwa had slipped himself into your cunt. The position you were in at the moment under him with your legs stretched back and Seonghwa's knees trapping your body by your thighs, made you feel even tighter to him. Seonghwa stilled with his eyes rolled back into their sockets as your face fell onto the cushion, the sound of you squealing from surprise muffled slightly but it was still loud enough for Seonghwa to hear. His hands found purchase on your ass, his fingers digging onto the soft flesh hard that you thought indents of his fingerprints could be found later if you look for them. "Shi- shit, Seonghwa! You could've warned me!" you whimpered once you managed to find the strength to lift your head again. "Sorry, (y/n), I- I-" he shuddered when he sunk in deeper, your warm cavern accommodating his dick beyond his imagination, "I couldn't- ah! Help myself, God, you're so f- fucking," it was hard for Seonghwa to speak because he tried pulling away once before pushing back in again and it was addicting. You were in no better shape than him. While Seonghwa's fingers dug into your ass, yours dug into his sofa cushion from pleasure. It wasn't like Seonghwa has a monster cock or anything, but for some reason it just felt right. Having him inside you just felt right to you and you were excited to feel and have more of him.

Luckily, Seonghwa started rocking his hips once the initial overwhelming intoxication ebbed away. Really, it felt like Seonghwa wasn't even moving on his own accord, it was as if something was controlling him but he didn't mind, he didn't care, not when whatever was making him move caused you to bury your face in your arms as you moaned and whined, asking, begging him to fuck you more, fuck you harder. That night, Seonghwa truly felt like his sexual urges was driving him as he suddenly grab you by your hair and pulled you up slightly. "Look," it was then that you realized that there was a window in front of you, "You look so beautifully sinful, how could you do this to me?" he grunted. It was true for one part, because it wasn't just you, it was him too, he looked absolutely delectable. You both looked straight out of a victorian pornographic painting with the warm lighting illuminating your figures and the darkness of the night sky outside the window serving as a blank canvas to accommodate the two of you.

"Shit," you gasped when you saw Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowing from the window, clenching your sopping cunt to trap Seonghwa's cock inside you. The more reaction you gave him, the more frantic Seonghwa's movements become. It was like a very intense tango with both of you giving and taking and teasing each other yet still working together in perfect harmony, synchronizing and complimenting each other like genuine art. Only if art is sweaty, messy, and noisy.

It didn't take long for Seonghwa to feel like he was nearly tipping off the edge of his climax. He was so close he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. Maybe he could thank the nights he spent fantasizing about you, those were his 'practice nights' for this day and it actually surprised him that he didn't immediately nutted inside you upon his entry. Those nights he spent fucking his pillow or humping his bed was nothing compared the feeling of your fluttering walls on his cock and your slick lubricating his movements. "I- I'm close," he huffed, hips hitting your ass sharper than before as his hands became harsher in gripping you, possessively trying to hold you as he had his way with you. "Seonghwa, cum in me," You whined, back arching with a moan following your beg. And so Seonghwa released his cum inside you at the mention of you wanting him there. His hips were stuttering slightly but the feeling of him releasing his cum inside you, having the thought of his cum mixing with your own swirling inside his head as the overstimulation creeped in was addicting. He didn't know how long he was going to cum but it felt endless. You, in the receiving end, couldn't help but tense up when Seonghwa's cum filled you to the brim. The movements he was still giving you made both of your mixed cum spill out and wetting your thighs and the sofa beneath you. The tensing muscles in your cunt, ass, and calf somehow heightened your pleasure and it made you even more aware of the presence of Seonghwa's cock still inside you.

When his movements slowed, Seonghwa's mind wound down and it was then that he realized that he had just had sex with you on his couch. Not only that, he was doing things he had never done before in a sexual way, things he had only seen people do in porn and maybe heard from his friends. He felt his chest bloom with pride but the unsureness of how you feel or how you would react prevented him from smiling out of happiness or even saying something to you.

So when you looked back at him, you had a wide grin on your face, making his heart skip a beat.

"So that's what you're into, huh? What else is on the list?"

Oh he's so fucked. Fucked in the best way.

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[sweatervest-obsessed]

Heyyyy!!!! I read that you were taking requests so I was wondering if you could write something for non BAU nerd reader and Spencer. Something sweet and comforting with a reader that’s a nerd but more on the language and literature side.

Thank you so much and do it however you’d like. Have a great day 💕

(Would mind answering even if you decide not to write it? I think my asks aren’t getting through lately)

I love love love love this idea so so so so much.

I hope you enjoy this! As a huge literature nerd, who wants to be a language nerd, I feel like this all the time. Thank you so so so so much for this ask!!

WC: 764

TW: mentions of blood, completely blindsided by excitement, accident prone girliepop energy, complete and utter fluff

"Spencer, seriously....this is...this is too much."

Spencer looked down at his hands, a slightly blush tinging his cheeks. It was your one year anniversary. A whole year of being married to your best friend. And Spencer had gone all out with his gift.

"How the hell did you get this Spence?"

"I uh, well. It took a little bit of time but..."

"Actually." You cut him off and placed the book down on the table. "I don't want to know. Don't tell me. I fear I'll kill you if I find out the truth Spencer."

You launched yourself across the couch and wrapped your arms tightly around him. It was the most perfect gift on the planet.

"Actually." He whispered in your ear. "If you look over at the book case, I managed to get the whole set. All six of them."

Spencer didn't even feel you leave his arms as you left off the couch and rammed your shin right into the coffee table.

"Shit. Shit. I'm fine. It's fine."

Nothing could stop you. You kept moving, ignoring the pain on your shin as you stopped in front of the book case he was referring to.

When you and Spencer had bought a house six months ago, you both realized that one of the rooms would have to become a library so that you both would be able to store the sheer amount of books you had. It was completely unsurprising when you both realized that you had too many books for just one room, so the library quickly became a place for all of your favorite books, novels, collections; while the other bookcases around the house were filled with assorted titles.

What Spencer was referring to was the bookcase next to the fire place. It's where you had kept all of your multiple first editions. Both you and Spencer were doctors, it was how you had met in the first place. You were attending Harvard, obtaining your Ph.D in Literature with a focus in Renaissance and Early Modern Literature. Spencer was at MIT, four minutes down the road, obtaining his Ph.D in Engineering.

The both of you had come to a consensus to not buy one another books, unless it was a special occasion. Part of this was because of the fact that you were starting to run out of room. The other part was because you were starting to run out of specific books you wanted. The ones you had started truly collecting were first, or second, editions of novels where things would start costing thousands of dollars.

Which is why you completely ignored the blood slowly trickling down your leg, and stared in complete shock at the new edition to your ever growing Shakespeare collection.

"Spencer. You found a full set of Shakespeare's work with Pope's introduction, noted, and critiques. I have been saving up for these for years...please tell me you didn't spend this much money on me Spencer this is..."

Spencer walked back into the library with the first aid kit you both kept under the sink in the bathroom. He watched you completely ignore the injury on your leg, just so you could go and see what he had gotten you.

"They're in such good condition too." You reached out and pulled one of them off the shelf, feeling the leather beneath your fingers. "Spence--oh!"

You had turned around and almost walked him in the head with the book. He had kneeled down and started to wipe of the blood that was trailing down your shin.

"Shit Spence, are you okay?" You placed a hand on his head while he placed a band aid on the cut.

"I'm fine honey. Are you okay?"

"I am more than okay." You started to bounce on the balls of your feet as you remembered the fact that Spencer had just bought one of your dream collector's items.

He stood up and kissed you on the head.

"Spencer you don't understand. This is fucking incredible. I mean--"

You continued to ramble, not really paying any mind to Spencer as he sat down on the chair across from where you were. His eyes were filled with light as you flitted through pages, searching for quotes to tell him about, or sharing your opinions on Pope's opinions, or on Pope's Essay on Criticism, and how he almost completely contradicts himself with his comments on Shakespeare and his plays.

He could sit and listen to you talk for hour and hours. And he gladly was about to do so.

[harlowtales]

Jack has to deal with a cruel twist of fate 🤵👰🏻‍♀️💍🤰🏻

18 + ONLY - Adult Content

“Yo my girl is coming over tonight behave yourself” Clay said to his brother

“Couldn’t care less bro” Jack said as he checked his messages totally preoccupied as they were sitting on the couch together watching the game.

“Ok boys she’s going to be here soon. Clay set the table, Jack just behave yourself” their mom said shaking a spatula at Jack as she finished cooking

“Whys everyone saying that?” Jack said in fake bewilderment. He knew damn well why. He would get to cracking jokes and pouring on charm or just being goofy and the girls would fall for him leaving Clay with a broken heart.

Clay had come into his own. He had matured and grew tall and handsome and was a super producer living on his own. The family was gathering for Labour Day long weekend dinner and Clay was introducing his mystery woman to the family.

“Must be serious bro. I’m happy for you.” Jack said sincerely. He decided he wasn’t going to do anything to upset his brother. He had matured too and he had nothing to prove by stealing yet another girl. Jack made a mental note to not play around because he wanted to see if this girl was trying to date Clay to get near him.

Just then the doorbell rang but it was his grandparents. Then it rang again and it was his dad coming back from a run to the liquor store for the festivities. Then it rang again and again filling the house with aunts and uncles and cousins. No girlfriend. Clay started nervously checking his phone. Tonight he was going to propose in front of the whole family. His family was just meeting her but Clay kept her under wraps for almost a year.

Jack would tease him about his imaginary girlfriend but Clay wanted to make sure she was with him for the right reasons. Tonight be was making it official and they were basically eloping. He didn’t want the whole big fuss. His family was big and could get to be a lot, and him and his girl were low key. They always talked about a ceremony at City Hall, small dinner party and quick honeymoon in Jamaica. He was busy finishing up his brother’s album.

As everyone was getting hungry waiting for their new guest they decided to start eating. Jack was watching his brother out the corner of his eye concerned as he was frantically texting her back and forth. He vowed to keep quiet so he said nothing. Finally the doorbell rang. It was Stefanie. Clay jumped up to let her in and she was a mess!

Stefanie had caught a flat tire on the way over. She insisted on driving over herself because she was hyper vigilant about not looking like a gold digger or Clay spoiling her. She had an old Acura that worked on a good day but refused Clay buying her a new car. She knew how to change a tire but it had also rained a bit ruining her look. She didn’t want to look like a “baddie” so she had on jeans, a tank top with a light crisp white shirt and sandals with a slight heel.

Her hair was in a ponytail with light makeup. Perfect for a family Labour Day affair. That is until she had to get dirty. She had hazel green eyes being mixed Puerto Rican and beautiful olive skin with one dimple and a big smile. She also had a great sense of humour and was studying at a small University in Ohio majoring in international law. She told Clay she was having “car trouble” knowing full well Clay would rush over to where she was to help.

“Baby!” Clay exclaimed “What happened to you?” He whisked her in the house and Maggie their mom grabbed her a towel.

“Come with me Stefanie I’m going to clean you up you poor thing!” Maggie and her sister fussed bringing her upstairs.

Jack hadn’t yet got a good look at her. He had to go stand a bit away as he got a business call. When he returned he was confused. “Didn’t your girl walk in?” He asked Clay looking around.

“Yes and she’s a mess! Mom’s cleaning her up and giving her a change of clothes.” Clay explained. He was mad because Stefanie was always making something worse by not calling for help. It wasn’t the way he hoped dinner would go tonight.

When they came back down from upstairs Stefanie was all clean and freshened up with a pair of Maggie’s tights and a hoodie. Perfectly comfortable while her clothes were cleaned and dried. “Thank you so much everyone! What a way to meet you all. Geezus that was a heck of a way to kick this off. Hi, I’m Stefanie with an “f”” she beamed at all of them. Clearly this girl was different. She was outgoing and confidently shook everyone’s hand.

Then she got to Jack and paused “I guess saying hey what’s poppin? will get me eating all the coleslaw” she chuckled making reference to the times Jack has said in his songs he hates coleslaw. She had a goofy little laugh and was so jovial Jack chuckled too immediately impressed but keeping joking around to a bare minimum so nobody could accuse him of flirting.

“So Stefanie with an “f” please sit. You must be starving.” Jack’s dad said “eat up because we’re about to play some games.”

“Ooh! I love games! What kind of games?” She asked enthusiastically her eyes brightening as she dished out her food.

“Well I don’t mean to brag but trivia games are kind of my thing.” Jack’s dad Brian said leaning back confidently in his chair satisfied from the big dinner he ate.

“Sounds awesome Mr.Harlow.” She said sweetly with impeccable manners

Jack leaned over and whispered in his uncle Ben’s ear “This has to be a paid actor. No way Clay bagged this dime.” Clay shot Jack a look from across the table to which Jack responded with a look of innocence.

After dinner they all settled in for the big game. Board game that is. It was a serious thing in their house and nobody took loosing well. Clay was feeling the velvet of the small ring box in his pocket waiting for the right moment. Everyone seemed to be absolutely in love with Stefanie. Everyone except Jack. He had been unusually quiet this whole time.

“Ok get your partner and let’s get started with the first round.” Jack’s grandpa ordered

Clay and Stefanie snuggled into one another on the floor with a blanket ready to play. Clay was sure they would win. Stefanie was his secret weapon.

“First question for the lightning round.” Grandpa said “What Chinese state has the Great Wall of China? Everyone was silent.

“Can I Google this?” Cousin Ben said as arguably the smartest person in the room

“OMG!” Stefanie finally exclaimed jumping up “I know this one! It’s a trick question!”

“Baby calm down” Clay said laughing pulling her back down. They were so cute together. Jack watched their interaction to see if it was real. Stefanie would have been a dream girl for him. How did Clay land her? Where did they meet? Did she have a sister? But he vowed to behave and behave he did.

“China has provinces not states so any answer would be wrong. Am I right?” She asked the room excitedly

“Um how did you know that?” Jack’s dad asked her in awe.

“Stef’s an international law major.” Clay said slyly as he proudly put his arm around her as she sat back down

“Unfair!” Jack’s cousin Sean said “I’m not playing. This is rigged.”

“Ok everyone that was beginners luck. Next question!” Grandpa announced loving being the host of these shenanigans.

“What is the law of energy?” He said dramatically in a hushed tone.

The room went quiet. Clay squeezed Stefanie’s hand to stop her from answering. Eventually one of Jack’a cousins said “Give it to us Stef. We know you know.”

“Um ok and this is just a guess. The law of energy is energy is never lost just transferred.” She said adorably squeezing her eyes shut and crossing her fingers to which Jack looked away.

“Correct.” Grandpa said as the ringmaster

“I’m tapping out they’re going to win.” Jack’s uncle said walking away in a huff.

“Oh no I’m sorry everyone how about this next round I won’t answer. Zippy lippy.” Stefanie said with a giggle. Jack couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bro.” He gestured to Clay “Can you help me grab snacks in the kitchen?”

“Sure” Clay said happy his girl was making such a great impression.

“Who is this girl?” Jack said immediately as soon as they were out of earshot

“What the fuck bro, what’s up your ass? You don’t like Stef?” Clay said annoyed

“No. She’s great. Almost too great. How did you guys meet?” Jack asked as he grabbed some chips and dip

“I played a little gig on her campus and as you can tell she’s not shy. We hit it off and went for drinks after and that was it I was hooked.” Clay said lovingly looking over at Stefanie biting her tongue to not further upset his family.

“She got a sister?” Jack pressed Clay

“No and even if she did I wouldn’t let you near her.” Clay said defensively

“I’m not an asshole bro” Jack defended himself

“No you’re just…you.” Clay said and Jack knew what he meant. Jack had stolen too many of his girls only to have them crying to Clay later how Jack just stopped showing interest.

“Stef’s the real deal. Look what I got her.” Clay said taking the ring box out of his pocket and cracking it open for Jack to see. It was a cute little diamond just like Stefanie. For some reason emotions were coming up for Jack he couldn’t make sense of.

“That’s great bro just be careful.” Jack cautioned as they returned to the gathering. His head started pounding.

Jack pretended to have to leave early after getting a phone call. He left with warm goodbyes and a salute to his brother who was nose to nose with Stefanie. Clay decided to take Stefanie on a drive around his neighborhood and as he shared his childhood memories he popped the question in private. They called Jack right away on FaceTime. Stefanie was beaming and holding up her ring for Jack to see. Will you be my best man at City Hall tomorrow bro? Clay asked.

Jack was in shock. “Of course I’ll clear my calendar. Congratulations you guys.” He said slightly deflated. He couldn’t shake this cloud that had settled above his head and he tossed a d turned all night. In the morning he awoke groggy to pups licking his face.

“What’s the fucking rush?” He said to himself as he fixed his breakfast “Whys he getting married so fast?” But he had agreed to be his brother’s best man so he picked out a nice suit as it was too short notice to buy a gift so he had his assistant run out and get a card and a wad of cash for the happy couple.

Jack arrived to find his parents beaming and a relative of Stefanie’s. Her parents were in Puerto Rico and could not make it. “Hello brother!” Stefanie said to Jack flinging her arms around him already tearing up.

“Baby watch your makeup.” Clay said lovingly dabbing under her eyes. To see Clay like this shook Jack to his core. Urban was serious with someone, even his other buddies were all getting booed up. It wasn’t as regular for them to all be hanging out in their free time. Jack relied on his day ones and he was feeling just plain lonely. When would he meet someone like Stefanie? How was that even possible with his lifestyle?

The club girls he was having threesomes with were not fulfilling anymore. Girls were getting left on read as he had started to question his life. Fans were upset because he had been so M.I.A. Feeling like he was losing his brother to a fantastic girl he felt he couldn’t compete with was causing him an inner struggle to be happy for them. Plus if he was being honest… he was attracted to Stefanie. Her goofiness, her giggle, her smarts, her eyes, her boldness, the way she was helping his mom do the dishes when he left last night… and that one dimple, had intrusively entered Jack’s mind all night as he tried to sleep. His brother one upped him and got THE girl.

Jack blushed shyly as Stefanie shot him a grin and a goofy shot gun for the shot gun wedding happening with his brother. She had her natural curls flowing with little babies breath flowers strategically placed in a half-up do and a simple white summer dress she ran out bought that morning that delicately graced her slim frame. She looked like an angel. As they recited their vows Jack’s stomach began to tighten up.

“Hunny are you ok?” His mom asked as Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“I’m fine. I think that macaroni pie last night didn’t agree with me.” Jack explained it away

“That’s because you’re always eating all that healthy shit.” His dad leaned over and whispered

“Thanks dad appreciate it.” Jack said rolling his eyes. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

As the happy couple jumped into Stefanie’s old Acura and drove off dragging rattling cans and a “Just Married” sign headed to the airport for their mini-honeymoon, Jack made an excuse and quickly bolted. He turned the key to his condo excitedly greeted by pups and nuzzled his whole face in her soft curly fur falling onto the couch in exhaustion. He picked up his pad and started to write a song about a girl he wished was his but didn’t deserve.

The weeks went by and as Clay returned tanned from the Jamaican sun him and Jack got back to work on the album. Jack braced himself for Clay talking his ear off about his new wife but Clay just kept his head down working hard to get everything perfect.

“You know you can talk about her. I’m ok with it.” Jack said late one night with his brother in the studio.

“Stef?” Clay said as he looked up from the computer screen “Aww you know Stef bro she’s back at school and here on weekends. Ain’t much to say we just us. With Stef everything is just natural. When she’s done her degree she’ll move here and that’s pretty much it.”

“What about kids?” Jack asked as he tore open the package of a Nature Valley Bar.

“I would love that when it’s the right time. Stef has dreams of working at the UN.” Clay said proudly

“So why the rush in getting married?” Jack asked

Clay squirmed and hesitated to answer. Jack looked directly at him and waited for a response.

“Uh, no reason.” Clay said “I mean if you know the one is the one…why wait?”

“I guess so.” Jack said suspiciously

“Ok you want the truth?” Clay said looking at Jack now

“That’d be nice for a change.” Jack said sarcastically

“I didn’t let anyone get to know her…well you, until I was about to ask her to marry me so it didn’t give you time to do what you do best stealing my girlfriends.” Clay finally said with a hostile tone

“I fucking knew it.” Jack said getting up and pacing “I knew something was different about you this past year.”

“Yeah different like I wised up. Stefanie is totally your type. I had to work smarter not harder bro.” Clay said tapping his temple indicating his intelligence.

“Playing chess not checkers I see.” Jack said sitting back down

“I’m happy for you bro honestly. No funny shit.” Jack said

“Thank you bro” Clay replied “Now let’s get this hook done I have to call Stef. I miss her already.”

Jack caught the far off look in Clay’s eyes and decided he better get on board and get to know Stefanie. If she hurt Clay it was game over. Their family was worth a small fortune and had to be careful who they let in.

Stefanie had her nose in a book chilling with her cat when she was jolted out of her story by her phone pinging. It was a text from Jack. How he even had her number she didn’t know. “Look out the window.” She read aloud and looked to see Jack Harlow standing there waving at her. Stefanie froze. Clay had warned her about Jack stealing his girlfriends. “Jack?” She called down to him. “What are you doing here?”

“You gone let me up?” Jack said in his smooth drawl back up to her. Stefanie ran down to let him in. It was Jack Harlow after all.

“Nice little place.” He said as he entered her apartment looking around. He had his puppy with him who immediately her cat didn’t like.

“Let me put Ms.Pumpernickel in my bedroom.” She said

“Of course her cat has such a cute name.” Jack said in his head. He drove to Ohio to hang out with her without telling Clay because Clay would have stopped him. He fully planned on telling Stefanie to keep his visit a secret.

“Listen Stef, I wasn’t here ok?” Jack said to her as she returned to the living room

“Of course you weren’t.” She agreed not sure where this was going

“Look, our family is kind of a thing.” He started explaining

“Yeah just sort of.” Stefanie said sarcastically, fully aware of her new status as a Harlow

“I needed to get to know you without Clay around.” Jack said raising the hairs on Stefanie’s neck.

“Jack I don’t do well with ambiguity. What’s all this for?” Stefanie asked throwing Jack off with her change in demeanour. Had Clay warned her about him?

“Can we just talk?” Jack asked so sincerely Stefanie’s walls came down a bit.

“Sure. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude.” She apologized “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Water please.” Jack said as he sat on the couch

Stefanie started to sweat. She never told Clay she had a crush on Jack for years. She didn’t just happen to know song lyrics. She deeply loved Clay as she had heard Jack was a major player, and now alone with him she could see he didn’t have to try very hard.

“Thanks” he said as she nervously watched him drink it down and wipe his mouth

“So shoot ask me anything.” Stefanie said wanting to get to the point

“What movies do you like?” Jack asked her throwing her off

“Um well I like science fiction mostly.” She said to no surprise to Jack as she seemed a bit nerdy which he found irresistible

“Stef I didn’t drive here to ask you what movies you like. As you know our family has some money.” Jack said cautiously

“I’m aware and I don’t want it. I’m going to work for the UN done day.” She said so adorably Jack had to regroup in his mind

“Ok” he breathed “I had to hear it from you. I don’t want anyone taking Clay for a ride.”

“Relax Jack. Really. I’m not a gold digger. Like at all.” Stefanie said patting him on the leg to which a sensation traveled up his body.

“Stef?” He asked “How did you know a deep cut like the coleslaw line?”

“Um no reason I mean who hasn’t heard Dark Knight?” She said off handedly

“A lot of people.” Jack said leaning back on the couch making himself more comfortable

“Look I like the music salute.” She said abruptly

“Is that all you like?” Jack asked trying to dig deeper

Stefanie blushed and felt warm. “Cute dog!” She blurted out “What breed is she?”

“Stefanie. Answer the question.” Jack insisted

“Every girl has liked you it’s not a big deal.” She said tossing her hair as if to toss away his accusations of what he had felt. At dinner at his parents, Jack caught a glimpse of Stefanie looking at him as he chatted with family at a distance. He said nothing to Clay but it bothered him.

“Every girl likes me but I don’t like every girl.” Jack said lowering his tone making Stefanie uncomfortable

“I’m married to your brother Jack.” She asserted

“I know that. I’m sorry I should go. As a matter of fact it was wrong for me to come here. I felt something and I thought you felt something and wanted to make sure so I know how to play this whole thing. I can’t say it’s easy watching Clay with you.” He couldn’t believe he just said the quiet part out loud.

“Jack you should go.” Stefanie said embarrassed “I shouldn’t be having this conversation with you alone like this. I love your brother.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself not me.” Jack said as he left.

Stefanie closed the door behind him double checking through the peak hole to make sure he was leaving. She felt dizzy and went to lay down with her cat patiently waiting for her to come and snuggle. It took Stefanie days to shake Jack’s presence it was powerful. At dinner she tried not to let on she was struck by how gorgeous Jack was in person. Was it ok to crush on your husband’s brother just a wee bit in your mind?

Her phone pinged one day as she was painting and listening to classical music making her jump. It was Jack. “Before I go do you want to come by my hotel for dinner? Sorry I have to eat privately as it causes less of a stir. No funny stuff.”

Against her better judgment she texted back “Sure.” Wondering what he was still doing in Ohio.

Stefanie decided to look casual so as not to give Jack the wrong impression not realizing he found that even more sexy. She showed up in baggy jeans and an off the shoulder button up shirt with her hair in a bun and just one long curl hanging down with her tortoise shell rimmed glasses on. Jack gulped when he saw her. “Come on in” he said feeling a bit weak. “Wine?” He said holding up a nice selection for her.

“Please.” She replied as she kicked off her shoes. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. In fact dinner was lovely. She got to know Jack better as they talked well into the night about so many different things. She realized some of Jack’s true feelings about politics and music, but especially being famous and how hard it was. “I better get going.” She yawned. Jack this was awesome. I think we got off on the wrong foot”

“Stefanie stay.” Jack said putting his hand on hers. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Jack what??” She said in disbelief but not moving her hand away

“Just hear me out. We get this whatever this is that we know is there out of our system and that’s it.” He suggested breathing hard his heart pounding. He had to have her just one time.

“Jack no” she said getting up to leave. He stopped her and kissed her gently pulling her in close and pressing into her. She pulled away and grabbed her shoes not even stopping to put them on, but he blocked the door.

“Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll move.” He said desperately savouring the taste of her on his lips.

“Jack please let me go we can’t do this to your brother.” She pleaded

“You didn’t tell me you feel nothing for me.” He said not moving from in front the door

“I have a silly school girl crush.” She admitted “Now let me go. You really want to ruin your whole relationship with your brother? Tear your whole family apart?”

“No I don’t you’re right.” He said slumping down “Stefanie I can’t get you off my mind.”

“I can’t get you off my mind but that’s not helping anything! Jack I have to go. Call me before you leave tomorrow but tonight…I can’t stay here and this never happened.” She helped him up and he walked her out of the hotel and flagged down a taxi to take her home.

As Stefanie opened the door to her apartment she noticed a light was on that she remembered turning off. She felt a presence, grabbed a candle stick, and tipi toed around. She went to her room to find Clay fast asleep. He had come to visit and surprise her. She quietly washed Jack off of her and shampooed him out her mind.

Once in her pyjamas she settled in next to her husband and kissed him on the forehead. No more of this. As soon as she was done her studies in a few months she would suggest her and Clay move to another state. She had strong feelings for Jack and getting to know him made it worse, but Clay was no consolation prize. He was incredible in his own right. Stefanie decided she had to do what she had to do. She started feeling on Clay in his sleep. “It’s time to make a baby.” She said to herself.

Clay never knew what transpired between his wife and Jack. Jack never texted Stefanie again and their encounters were brief at family gatherings. “You not really warming up to Stef are you?” Clay said to Jack at one such gathering as they looked on as Stefanie animatedly chatted with Jack’s mom.

“Stef’s alright I ain’t got no issue.” Jack lied. By now he had gotten over what happened and got no further signs from Stefanie, but if he did, it would be impossible to resist her.

“Well that’s good cuz we got some news.” Clay said “Can I get everyone’s attention!!!” He said dinging a glass ��Me and my beautiful wife have an announcement.”

“We appreciate you all very much.” Clay said reaching for Stefanie’s hand who all of a sudden looked pale Jack noticed.

“We are pregnant and moving to New York so Stef can make her UN dream come true and I can put my career in turbo.” Clay shared as he rubbed Stefanie’s stomach. She stood there half-smiling not saying a word.

Jack retreated to the basement den to watch tv while everyone cheered for them and cornered them talking excitedly asking them tons of questions. He didn’t want to leave abruptly and draw any negative attention but he could always make the excuse he was on a call.

Well this was it. Stefanie and Clay were as good as gone. Maybe now he could really move on. He kind of already had as he was spotted at a Louisville club with a new girl since the incident in the hotel in Ohio. Stefanie heard about it and reassured herself she chose the right brother. It was no life for her to cheat on Clay with Jack. She noticed Jack had walked away but preoccupied herself talking to family. Maggie and Brian were disappointed Clay was moving so far away, and Brian noticed Jack had quietly slipped away. Something wasn’t right.

“Hey son. Everything ok?” Brian said catching Jack in the Lazy-boy watching soccer.

“I’m just tired is all.” Jack said quietly not looking at him

“Weird to see Clay doing all this so fast huh?” Brian said

“Tell me about it. Weird is the right word.” Jack replied sullenly

“Listen son, it’s hard for all of us all these changes.” Brian offered

“Yeah I just need to find someone like what Clay’s got.” Jack said sadly

“You will son. It’s harder for you is all but you will.” Brian said encouragingly “You’ll find your Maggie one day or your Sugar.”

“Dad?” Jack asked “What made you know mom was the one?”

“I couldn’t get her off my mind.” His dad said

“Yeah sounds about right. I think I met my soul mate but it’s not meant to be.” Jack mused almost like his dad wasn’t there.

“That’s tough son. I’m sorry to hear that. There’s lots of great gals out there.” He said “I better get back don’t stay down here too long.”

Jack resigned himself to rejoin the celebration after the first half of the game. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Stefanie. “Hi Jack. May I sit?” She said kindly

“Ah sure Stef…or should I say mom.” Jack smiled and touched her stomach “I wish..”

“I know. Part of me wishes that too. Are you ok?” She asked

“Are you happy Stef?” Jack asked

“I’m so happy.” She smiled

“That’s good. I’m happy for both of you really.” He said

“I’m glad because I feel kind of bad.” She said starting to tear up

“Oh no shhoooosh I’ll be ok really.” Jack comforted her holding her as she sobbed

“I have no idea why the universe works the way it does.” She said “You should be the father not the uncle.”

“Stef stop this, what’s done is done. I should have left you alone.” Jack said regretfully “I’ll always be there for y’all you hear me? We can’t help how this worked out.” He said pecking her on the forehead and catching her perfume. “I’d rather have it eat at me every day than ruin my brother’s happiness. He thinks I don’t like you so make like we’re all good with each other ok?” Jack said with a wink.

“Ok Jack. Thank you, and for what it’s worth…I…I came down here to tell you…I do love you, but you would break my heart. I can’t compete in your world.” She said earnestly

“Stef, you on a pedestal. Nobody can touch you.” Jack said swallowing hard “and nobody better or imma catch a case.”

They both laughed and headed back upstairs. Stefanie went over to Clay and gave him a kiss and nodded to Jack from across the room. Clay sent Stefanie down to talk to Jack hoping if they talked a bit Jack would soften up to her. He had no idea and would never know what almost happened.

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

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Part 1

Main masterlist

Best friend Eddie Munson x best friend reader

Summary: Eddie knew what he needs to do but plans take a turn for the worst.

Warnings: so much angst ! Hurt/no confort

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When Eddie walked out that day he felt his heart snap in two he never wanted to hurt you or to see you cry ,he cares for you and loved you.

He needed to clear his mind and figure out what the hell he was going to do so he didn't bother stopping by your house for a couple of days until he felt like he was ready and because he needed to talk to beth but either way he was leaving someone with a broken heart.

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You haven't spoken to Eddie or seen him at all ,you locked yourself in your house sobbing into your hands as you stayed put on your bed ,you don't even remember the last time you took a shower you smelled and you knew that but you had no care in the world to even give a fuck about yourself you just sat and stayed still letting whatever happens happen.

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Eddie knew what he had to do and he needed to talk to beth immediately. He couldn't live in lie and sadness he had enough of that as a child and he wasn't going to do that to someone he loves or to himself.

Beth called Eddie out of work early today he didn't know why but she said she needed to talk to him.

Did you talk to beth?

Was she going to do the easy work for him and call it off.

Eddie rushed into the house leaving his work boots outside as he opens the door to see that the living room lights were dimmed and the table was set with Velvet red table cloth and a lit candle as dinner was already served for them.

What the hell was she going all out for? It's dinner.

Eddie called out Beth's name.

"boo"

"shit don't scare me like that beth."

"sorry I just wanted to surprise you ,so do you like it?" She asked sticking her hands out like a 5 grader trying to show off their school project.

"yeah I do baby what is this for?" He scratched his hair taking off his uniform top.

"well I did say I had some great news for us." She said kissing his cheek.

"It's now or never Munson". Eddie said to himself.

"great that's good but before you say anything I need to talk to you real quick."

Eddie tried to sit down beth as she held up her hands.

"WAIT NO MINE CAN'T WAIT ,SORRY IM JUST GONNA GIVE IT TO YOU ALREADY." beth giggles going behind the couch bringing out a small red bag.

"open please" she jumped in excitement

"beth please let me ta-" she cut him off

"omg Just open it."

Eddie's annoyed and irritated so he open the bag to see two plane tickets to Chicago.

His eyes go wide.

"what is this.?" He asked holding up the tickets

"well my dad wanted us to move over their with him you know get away from this hell whole."

No!

I don't want this,.

I don't want you.

I don't want any of this.

"uh why?" He asked setting the plane tickets on the table

"keep looking their is one more thing in Their."

Eddie removed all of the colorful tissue that was on top of the last gift he opened the box to see a cute little onesie saying "best dad ever".

Eddie's blood went cold and his face dropped.

"I'm pregnant Eddie and I asked my dad to buy us plane tickets to move so we can have a better future for our kid." Beth said rubbing her stomach as she cry's tear of joy.

"I'm gonna be a dad." Eddie voice wobble as he starts to tear up.

"yeah you are your gonna be the best dad." Beth cry's as Eddie Neals down putting his head on her stomach. Eddie cry's tear of happniess that he gets to be a dad but at the same time he sad that it was to late for you and him to ever happen.

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Another week goes by of doing the same thing but this time was differentm

you got up to put your dish away you heard a knock on your front door you looked out the peep whole only to see a head full of curls you didn't want to open it but you knew yall had to talk it out one day .

You slowly open the door peeking your head out squinting at the daylight.

"hey" Eddie said biting the inside of his cheek

"hey what's up what are doing here."

"can I come in?" Eddie asked as his eyes get teary

"why?"

"I need to talk to you and this is my only chance I have so please let me in baby." The pet name made your heart thump and you didn't like how he has such a hold over you .

You open the door letting him come in. He quickly sits down on the couch

"look I I can't be here for long so I'm just going to get straight to the point. y/n I love you so much ,I really do I fell in love with you the day you hit those jocks with that baseball bat after they jumped me , I fell in love with you when you sat with me at lunch I fell in love with you more when you were their when my mom died or when my dad went to prison you were always their for me and I never had that before it wasn't something I was use to and I'm sorry I'm hurting you I never meant to i-"

Eddie voice become shaky as he trys to finish his sentence.

"I love you the same way you love me and that love Will never go away,I'm sorry I ran out I was just stunned that you felt the same and I'm so so sorry sweetheart I don't want to hurt you but I know I'm about to .

Your lips wobbled as you bitting your tounge shifting uncomfortably in the sofa.

"I'm leaving Hawkins tomorrow"

You felt like your world was crashing you couldn't say anything your mouth was dry and your eyes were wet

Eddie didn't want to look up at you cause he knows his baby is crying Infront and he didn't want to see your red face and teary eyes knowing he was the one making you cry.

Eddie wipes his face with the back if his hand .

"Beth's dad got us tickets to move over their and I couldn't say no"

You were Angry sad frustrated wanting him just to leave right now.

"why couldn't you say no?"

Eddie took a deep breath before standing up from the sofa

"Beth pregnant"

You looked at him belief how can he confess his love for you then say he has a child on the way.

"your gonna be a dad" you cry out hysterically so happy for him .

"yeah I'm gonna be the best fucked dad I can be." He laughs wiping away his tears .

You didn't know what to say you him wanted out.

"well congratulations but I think it time for you to go."

"wait wait no please I'm only doing this for the baby I don't love beth I love you and im sorry it took me so long I'm so fucken sorry.

"Eddie please go."

Eddie grabbed both of your arms stopping you so he can see you one last time face to face.

you could see his teary eyes red nose and plumed lips.

"I promise I promise I'll be back for you okay I only love you I and I will never stop loving you but I'm not gonna leave my child like my parents left me I'm not gonna do that so please I'm begging you just to wait a little longer for me ." Eddie sobbed taking your face into his hands .

"please Eddie don't do this to me I can't ,not again" you cry feeling your heart burn in your chest.

"NO sweetheart I promise I'm coming back just give me some time , it was always been you." Eddie kisses your forehead laying his head on your."

You wanted to believe him but you couldn't.

"how do I know if your telling me the truth" you look up into Eddie eyes wiping away the single tear that slid down his cheek."

"by doing this."

Eddie grabs your face pressing his lips against yours,you didn't know what to do but you knew it wasn't gonna last so you savior the last bit of love you had for him. The kiss was messing he pulls you in by your ass sliding his tounge into your mouth feeling the hot tears stream down his face onto your cheek y'all both moan into the kiss never wanting to stop but then again Eddie wasn't your's and never would be.

You let go of his lips as Eddie trys to chase your lips crying at the sudden end of the taste of you on his .

"I think it's time for you to go now." You walk to the door opening it for him."

"baby I promise I'll be back for you Just give me some time and we can finally be together okay y/n? ." He said said walking out of your front door.

"I love you y/n please don't forget what we have."You nodded your head wiping your cheek .

"we never had anything Eddie and you know that,you are not mine."

" But I love you y/n" Eddie said standing still in front of your door full on crying not caring if your neighbors could here.

You didn't say anything back ,you slammed the door not taking his promises to heart because you know y'all were never gonna happen and you weren't gonna give your hopes up.

You were best friends and nothing more and maybe it should of stayed like that.

[mixsethaddams]

Robin and Nancy? Robin and Nancy.

“It was never about Steve, just so we’re clear,”

Robin paused, mouth full of soda while she processed what Nancy was trying to say.

“What…uh…Steve?” Robin stuttered, trying to catch up.

“Why I didn’t like you, at the beginning,” explained Nancy, short curls bouncing around her face while she spoke. “It was never about him. And I wanted you to know that,”

Robin carefully set her glass down on the table. The diner was quiet, tuesday nights were never busy in any part of Hawkins. Nancy toyed with the edge of a napkin, throwing a quick glance around to see if their waitress was coming back with their food any time soon.

“Ok…thank you?” ventured Robin.

“I just…” Nancy cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, still looking down at the table between them. “Since we’re…doing this now, this, us… I need to get it out there,”

Robin’s stomach leapt at the mention of them being an us despite only a handful of unofficial dates as she leaned slightly over the table, raising her eyebrows to encourage Nancy to keep talking.

“Barb Holland was my best friend,” said Nancy quickly. “She meant a lot to me,”

Robin practically felt the floor fall out from under her.

“When she went missing you…” Nancy steeled herself again. “I heard you saying things about her that were cruel and mean and… You said a lot of things,”

Robin was frozen. She got the impression this had been rehearsed in the mirror.

“So I need to know why you did that,” finished Nancy with a sharp nod. “Why you said all that,”

Nancy’s gaze finally lifted from the table and locked onto Robin’s. Robin opened her mouth but nothing came out. She thought about Barb every day, but there were some things that not even Steve knew. There were some things that were too painful to remember.

“Well?” asked Nancy, her face like stone.

Robin took in a trembling breath and leaned back into her seat.

She didn’t know what do to, what to say. Barely knew how to say it. Never mind after being put so firmly on the spot like that. Robin’s mind raced. How would Nancy react if she knew the truth? Had Barb told her anything? Obviously not, if this was the conversation they were having.

The longer Robin stayed uncharacteristically silent, contemplating her next move, the harder Nancy’s face got.

Hell, Robin didn’t even know what that next move was going to be.

Robin thought of us. Whatever came next, it had to be to protect us.

“Truth is, Nance…” Robin started, folding her arms on the table. “I thought she stood me up, and I wanted to get back at her,”

Robin hated herself for finally admitting it. Hated admitting that the reason she spent two days backbiting and badmouthing Barb, her Barb, was for something so shallow. She’d heard the cheerleaders talk before a game. She’d picked up a few things on how to make someone feel guilty. All the little one-liners to make someone stomach clench and their mood plummet. Those girls were masters of ruining someone’s day and Robin used every piece of overheard ammo she could. Robin wanted to hurt Barb like she’d hurt her. Or at least, the way Robin had thought she’d been hurt.

“You and…” Nancy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh,”

“Yeah, oh” said Robin with a sarcastic laugh. “We were supposed to go out the day after Steve’s party. Right after school we were going to catch a bus to Jackson and spent the whole night just… walking around somewhere new, I guess? We had tickets to a movie and everything, my dad drove me out the day before so I could buy them,”

“Oh… Oh Robin,” sighed Nancy, putting a hand on Robin’s arm.

“She wasn’t in school that day, and I thought well maybe she skipped?” said Robin, her voice wobbling. “She never skipped but I didn’t want to think she was sick because then that would mean cancelling, you know?”

Robin quickly swiped a tear from under her eye with the edge of her sleeve.

“But then she wasn’t at the bus station either,” said Robin softly. “I didn’t even think about going by her house, her parents didn’t know about…me… I just went home instead. I think… I think if I had have gone there, that maybe I would have found out something was wrong sooner and not said the things I did,”

Nancy’s face had softened entirely. She was looking at Robin with wet eyes, trying to keep her bottom lip from pouting out.

“You didn’t know,” whispered Nancy. “It’s ok,”

“I swear, I swear I didn’t know,” said Robin.

“I know,” promised Nancy, squeezing Robin’s arm.

Their waitress appeared and dropped their plates between them. Nancy shuffled out of her side of the booth and pushed in beside Robin, grabbing her hand under the table to subtly lace their fingers together.

“I didn’t know about the two of you,” said Nancy quietly. “She never told me,”

“We never told anyone,” answered Robin. “I wish we did. If someone knew then I wouldn’t have been able to get away with trying to… bully her when she was already…”

“Gone,” said Nancy, finishing where Robin trailed off.

“I hate myself for it every day,” said Robin, clinging to Nancy’s hand. “Every single day I think I’d do anything if it meant I could take it back, and tell people how amazing she was instead,”

“She really was pretty amazing,” agreed Nancy.

Robin took a shaky breath.

“I… I don’t know if I can say this, you know, considering this, and all,” Robin squeezed Nancy’s hand for emphasis. “But… I really miss her, Nance. I think about her a lot,”

Nancy nodded.

“I do too,” she said. “And that’s ok,”

“It is?” asked Robin tentatively. “Some days it feels like I’m under water with how bad it feels,”

“It is,” said Nancy. “I get that way too sometimes. Thinking about how I could have stopped it,”

“You couldn’t-“

“You don’t need to do that,” said Nancy gently. “Thank you, but, you don’t,”

Robin nodded solemnly.

“We have each other now,” said Nancy. “We can be there for each other when it gets too much. I’ll keep your head above water if you do the same for me,”

“That sounds like a plan,” said Robin, feeling a small sense of relief.

“Good,” said Nancy. “Come on, don’t let your food go cold,”

Robin ate one-handed, the other still hanging on to Nancy’s. Thinking about Barb still made her world turn on it’s axis, but at least now Nancy Wheeler was there to keep her steady. She suddenly wasn’t alone with it anymore. They would face it together whenever they needed to.

They had each other.

Us.

[i-spaced-sorry]

New traditions

A/N: this is a fic that came out of the fact that I've never been to a pumpkin patch (even though ive scoured the Internet and polled people on best pumpkin patches to visit) but I did recently bought some pumpkins at the grocery store. I was thinking about what if Y/N was use to go to a pumpkin patch and had to adjust to buying them at the grocery store where the size options are limited. How would her brothers handle that. And thus this was born!

"why can't we go to a pumpkin patch?" Whined Y/N. 

Sighing, Jay replied, "because between me working, Will doing overtime shifts, and you in school, there is just no time. Now do you want the $2 tiny pumpkin pie pumpkin or do you want the $5.75 giant jack-o'-lantern pumpkin?" 

You thought about it, even went so far as picking the tiny one up and then attempting to pick the giant one up before sighing, "the pumpkin patch would have had all types of sized pumpkins, not just 2 sizes"

Getting irritated but knowing it was your first October post your dad dying, Jay tried to not hold your hang up over a tradition against you.

"Tell you what, if you pick one I'll make sure instead of getting a half gallon of apple cider we'll splurge and get a whole gallon and we can force Will into watching Hocus Pocus with us." 

You begrudgingly agreed and grabbed the tiny pumpkin from the cardboard box.

That night, Will got home from work and immediately went to change. When he left to shower, Jay looked at you and stated, "look I know it's not ideal that we couldn't go to a pumpkin patch and I'm so sorry for that. But my friends from work were kind enough to send over some sweet treats and pumpkin patch essentials so that while we carve pumpkins and watch Hocus Pocus we can create a new tradition."

You looked up excited to know what was brought! 

Jay handed you the bags full of goodies and you began unloading them on the living room table.

"Candy corn!" You exclaimed! 

Pulling another item out of the bag you squealed, "Jay! We got candy apples!" 

Looking from his spot on the couch, Jay replied "I see that. I think that was from Hailey." 

You set the candy apples aside and pulled out a carving set, looking at Jay you pondered, "who got this?" 

Taking the set from you Jay thought to himself before stating, "if I tell you, you gotta keep it a secret, ok?" 

"Ok!" You nodded.

"Sergeant Platt. She heard you were having a hard time with the fact you couldn't go to the pumpkin patch and she decided to throw in this carving set that is complete with stencils" 

You gasped, "just like at the pumpkin patch!" 

"Just like at the pumpkin patch" agreed Jay.

When Will got back from his shower, you guys popped popcorn, threw the candy corn into the bowl, heated up some cider in the microwave, turned on the movie and began carving your pumpkins.

"Jay, think fast!" Exclaimed Will and before Jay had anytime to react a chunk of pumpkin guts complete with seeds flew at his face. 

"Dude, gross" exclaimed Jay while grabbing paper towel to wipe his face.

All you could do was just laugh. "Will, is that why Jay makes you pull the guts out of the pumpkins? Cause he thinks the insides are gross?" 

Laughing, Will replied, "that and because Y/n/n, our brother is a certified germ-a-phobe." 

Jay just grabbed some popcorn and instead of eating it threw it in Will's general direction.

That's how the rest of the night went, your brothers teasing each other, you enjoying carving pumpkins and watching spooky movies and just overall enjoying your time with your brothers.

That night when Jay put you to bed, he was about to shut your door when you popped your head up and said, "Jay Jay, I'm really sorry about how I acted at the store today." 

Jay turned to look at you, "I'm glad you can see the way you were acting wasn't good. But I'm also sorry for hearing you but not listening to you" 

You smiled and stated "that's okay, I had a lot of fun tonight anyway and think it was better than the pumpkin patch!" 

"Good night Y/N"

[evilwrongdoer]

bella ramsey x f!reader, they invite the reader onto the tlou set and introduce them to pedro

word count: 1,6k

I kinda went my own way with this one, hope you like it!

You were nearly buzzing with excitement.

The car was dark, the sun had yet to rise and the tinted windows just made it seem more like nighttime.

You understood though, riding in a car with a soon-to-be celebrity had its pros and cons.

Bella was staring out their window, fiddling with their rings as you stared in their direction, trying not to be too obvious.

She had invited you onto the set of a new upcoming series that she was playing in, "The last of us", a higly anticipated video game adaptation that was likely to give Bella a fair amount of fame.

You wondered if he was nervous. If the idea of gaining so many fans overnight scared them, or maybe excited them, like their mere presence did to you.

The two of you had known each other for a little over a year now, meeting at a small cast party one of your friends invited you to.

You had gotten lost, or rather, your friend had left you. You sipped reluctantly on your long island ice tea, which you regretted buying  since your friend had disappeared and "drunk in a room full of strangers" wasn't exactly your idea of a fun night.

You sat at a high table in the corner of the club, fiddling with your straw and wishing you had just stayed home, when suddenly, a beautiful person sat next to you, and all of a sudden you were happy your friend had left you.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the party, and in talking to them you felt as if the whole world disappeared around you. He was absolutely mesmerising and he looked at you in a way no one ever had before. Despite your intense feelings towards them, you were too intoxicated to truly know if they felt the same, and too scared to do anything about it if they did, so the two of you became friends. No, more than that, best friends, and even though you wanted more than that, you decided a little Bella was better than no Bella.

After that, you were inseparable, hanging out at every chance you had, causing quite a few of Bella's friends to ship you.

A few weeks ago, Bella invited you to the set of the last of us. You were quite happy but never really thought it would happen as you didn't want to get in the way of him while he was at work.

Now, here you were, freezing your ass off somewhere on the outskirts of Alberta, Canada.

They were set to film parts of episode three today, and you really hoped you'd get to see Bella act in some scenes.

You watched as they set up cameras, lights, and most importantly, the snack table.

You and Bella hadn't really talked that morning, apart from the odd weather comment and loose small talk. You figured it was because of the cold, or the fact that she wasn't really a morning person, but some part of you knew that wasn't really true.

The two of you got to talking more as they got into costume, and you even got to meet one of his co-stars.

"Okay, would you rather live as a whale for a year or.... live as a horse for 6 months?" You questioned, looking at Bella with wide eyes as a make-up artist painted blood and dirt onto her face.

You sat backwards in a crappy plastic foldout chair, now in a trailer as Bella got ready for filming.

"As a horse, duh, it's half the time," He replied, looking straight forward into the mirror as to not disturb the artist's work.

"Yeah but like, horses are like super weak, if you break your leg or something they'll shoot you straight in the head," You gestured as the make-up artist looked at you confused.

"Ah! Don't say that, we're literally supposed to be on horses in a few weeks!" They grimaced, fearing for the horses.

"I never took you for a horse lover," you shrugged, folding your arms under your neck and watching as Bella's make-up came to life on her face, "Same though, I have thalassophobia,"

You stared directly at Bella now, knowing that you could say you were "looking at the make-up" or "just thinking about stuff" if they asked you about it later.

You watched as she messed with her cuticles or bit her cheek, and again took to wondering what was going through her head.

After she finished getting ready, the two of you walked quietly onto set, where you just so happened to stumble upon one of Bella's co-stars.

Pedro Pascal.

You wanted to scream. To just drop dead right then and there. But that would be all too embarrassing. You had been a fan of him since you saw your first movie, and you even had a crush on him when you were younger.

He wasn't as intimidating as you thought he'd be, although that's probably because he looks 6'3 but he's really 5'11.

Bella smiled warmly at him, differently from how she smiled at you. You wondered whether that was a good thing or not.

"Pedro! This is my... friend that i told you about!" Bella spoke, happiness filling their voice, and you threw a kind smile on your face, pretending as if you didn't hear them pause.

"Hi! y/n, right? I've heard so much about you!" Pedro gleamed, leaning in for a hug.

You hugged him tightly, something about him making you feel safe and at home. You finally understood why he played so many father figure roles.

You briefly introduced yourself to him and chatted a bit before letting the both of them leave to filming.

It took quite a few hours, with Bella getting a total of three breaks in which the two of you barely spoke, tension completely filling any room you were in together.

You planned to confront him about his cold behavior, at first feeling angry, and then later sad. You once again pondered the nature of the way they had been acting. Did she all of a sudden lose interest in you? Maybe they weren't feeling well? No, that couldn't be it, if they were feeling well enough to act, she was feeling well enough to not ignore you. Maybe something was up with him?

You let your thoughts drive you as you stared in one spot for what felt like eternity.

In the background of your thoughts you could faintly hear someone talking, something you chose to ignore, thinking it was just some far-away conversation.

"Hello? y/n? I asked you if you were ready to leave?" Someone spoke, trying to break you out of your haze.

A sharp snap in front of your face made you remember where you were again, and you now looked around as the staff was cleaning up things that you could've swore they'd just set up.

"Huh?" You looked up at Bella, blinking to make sure it was really them.

"There you are, what happened? I kept asking you if you were ready to leave and you just continued staring at the ground," Bella stared at you, their eyebrows furrowed in an emotion you couldn't place.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Let's go." You quickly muttered, grabbing your bag and throwing away the now-stale cookie that you'd been holding for over 20 minutes.

"Well, lead the way?" You looked at Bella, waiting for her to start walking.

They stared at you and shook their head, then immediately began walking.

The two of you walked silently to the car, as you desperately tried to build up the courage to talk to her.

As you got in the car, you began,

"Hey, so, how come you've been so quiet today?" You asked Bella, putting on your seatbelt carefully.

"Oh I was just,-" They cleared their throat as if looking for an excuse "Tired, y'know?" She was looking into your eyes now, albeit reluctantly.

You tried to think of something to retort, although their excuse, true or not, seemed believable enough for you to let it go.

"Yeah, okay." You looked down, giving up on your now long gone plan of confrontation.

It's not like you knew what you were confronting them for anyway.

She was just being weird, and she'd been weirder before, it's not exactly like this was a first.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you almost forgot how close together you and Bella were sitting. So lost in your head you barely noticed your eyes slowly fluttering shut, or your head leaning onto Bella's shoulder as you slowly fell asleep. 

Bella was blushing hard, the darkness in the car doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was absolutely smitten by you. 

Your breathing was soft and even as you unknowingly snuggled closer to Bella in your sleep.

They were frozen, sitting straight up like a statue with their eyes blown wide and their face red. She thanked god that the car ride home was fairly long, wishing you could stay like this forever. This was why he was being so weird, the more he spent time with you the more difficult it proved to talk to you without blushing or stuttering or just straight up freezing when you spoke. 

You meant everything to her and they weren't about to let some stupid crush get in the way of your friendship.

Slowly, Bella got more and more comfortable until it came to the point where they no longer could keep their eyes open. She carefully lay her head on yours and fell asleep as well, the two of you now clinging to each other like velcro, not bothering to care about the driver, or the fact that you were in a car, or the fact that "Best friends" weren't usually that clingy.

Ok, this took way too long to write and I think you can CLEARLY tell how touch starved I am, but anyway, enjoy!

[blackleatherjacketz]

Veritas

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Loki's been watching you for some time now and he finally makes contact.

Warnings: Gay Bars, Kissing, Stalking, Face Holding, Alcohol, Trauma Bonding, Magic

Word Count: 1.3k+

Read the rest of the story HERE!

“You’ll break their hearts running off like that.” His chilly voice pierces the night like a dagger, forcing you to search every corner of the deserted patio as the door slams shut behind you.

“Excuse me?” Your shoulders jump up to your ears as you peer into the darkness, looking for anyone else he could be talking to as you squint in mild intoxication.

“They all want you in their own way, don’t they?” His pale cheekbones cut into the light as he steps out of the shadows, his slender frame draped in black. “Buying you drinks, paying you compliments in hopes to win your favor.” He takes his time walking around you, pointing in your direction with a glass half full of whiskey as if it were some kind of prop in his performance. “And you? Well, you’re beautiful, smart, charming, sure, but you’ve heard that all before, haven’t you?” He smiles as if he knows the secrets of every single person he’s ever met, including yours. “You’ve heard every line from every book they’ve used to try and chip away at that cold exterior of yours, but none of it really works, does it?”

“I, uhh,” you stare at him with your mouth wide open, wondering how someone so attractive could notice all these little things about you without you noticing them in return. This was the very first you've seen of this handsome stranger, at least that you can recall, anyways. Surely you'd remember someone so tragically beautiful that the angles of his face reminded you of a medieval painting you’d only be able to find in a museum.

He ignores your mindless stuttering and continues on with his lecture, circling in a little closer. “You let them believe they can have you for a moment, a day even, or maybe a little longer, knowing full well that you have no intention of giving them more than a glimpse of who you really are.”

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You realize only now that you've been walking backwards the whole time he’s been waltzing around you, your naked shoulders abruptly meeting the cool brick wall of the building.

“Not yet,” he smirks with a tilt of his head, “but I know you.” He stops his orbit around you as your back hits the wall, advancing forward after he empties the liquor from his glass. “I’ve been watching you, noticing how much energy you take from each little moment, saving up for when you’re finally in bed at night wondering why you’re all alone.”

What the hell? Did he just say that he’s been watching you? Is he trying to psychoanalyze your whole personality from just a few interactions he witnessed you in at the bar? Should you be worried about what’s in your drink? You glance down and cover it with your palm.

“Well, that’s one hell of a guess, Mister…” You try to play it cool as he gets closer.

“Loki,” he introduces himself finally, “Just Loki.”

“Loki?” Wait a minute, where have you heard that name before? “Not the ‘God of Mischief’, Loki?”

“None other.” He sets his drink down on the table behind him, lifting both hands up toward his chest in prideful presentation.

“Right.” You nod and takes one last sip of your drink, figuring he must be one of the new drag performers you just haven't seen yet. That would explain his accent at least, and maybe even his name. “Well, ‘Just Loki’, are we talking about me here, or are we talking about you? Because that seems oddly specific.”

He looks stunned for a moment, as if he wasn’t fully expecting you to fire back so quickly, but immediately shakes it off. “Oh, I could talk about you all night,” he redirects.

“Really?” You follow suit and set your drink on the table to your right, making a mental note not to drink from it again. “And why is that? What does a god like you want with a simple someone like me?”

“You’ve piqued my interest.” He pauses as he gets close enough for you to notice his scent, faintly reminiscent of freshly cut evergreens in the middle of winter.

“How lucky for me.” Your skepticism is your only defense against the connection you feel linking the two of you together; an irrefutable invisible line that continues to become more visible as he closes the gap between you.

“You and I aren’t that different, you know.” He stares at you with icy blue eyes, a deep sorrow weighing them down as they study every inch of your face.

“Cast aside, overlooked, underestimated until we finally speak up, demanding to be seen for who we truly are only to be pushed back down behind everyone else. So you come here, of all places, searching for that validation, longing to be chosen over and over again just so you can reject them before they do it to you. You toss your pearls at swine because it’s your only sense of control, the only way you can build that armor up around you so you never have to feel that way again.”

Jesus Christ, he’s right.

“Even now your armor’s on, knives out, ready for battle, but it doesn’t have to be.” The knob to the patio door twists open, unlatching just long enough to let the chorus of Britney Spears’ “Toxic” leak out into the air before he slams it shut with a mere wave of his hand.

“Did you just..?” You glance over at the door as the other patrons attempt to exit the building, their pounding on the heavy metal eventually dying down as they decide to give up their pursuit. He couldn’t have shut that door without even touching it, right? No, that’s not possible, that would be crazy. That would be magic, which would mean…

“These people are beneath you, you’ve always known that.” He ignores your inquiry.

“Have I?” You laugh, attempting to cover up just how right he continues to be, those eyes of his suddenly seeming to look straight into your soul. Maybe he actually is the god of mischief after all.

“You and I both know that’s why you always feel so alone in a room surrounded by people.” He places his hand on your cheek, the sudden act of intimacy freezing you in place. “Why you continue to feel hopelessly empty no matter what you do or where you go. You wouldn’t dare let any of them get close to you, not again, anyways. Because the last time you did that, every time you let someone see you… the real, raw and gentle you,” he leans in as if to kiss you, stopping just short of your lips as his words fade into a whisper. “They used it to hurt you, didn’t they?”

“Maybe.” You hold your breath as he brushes his mouth against yours, the warmth from his lips flushing your cheeks and fluttering down into your chest. How is he doing this? How is he reading you to absolute filth in the back of this random bar on a Thursday night?

Maybe you can suspend your disbelief for the time being and start believing in gods just for the night.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to meet someone without all that armor on? Someone who sees you for exactly who you are?” He tilts your chin up toward him as he finally parts your lips with his, the kiss softer than you imagined; his sharp words and features a mere façade for what truly lies beneath.

“Instead of what they want you to be?” You finish his thought for him as he breaks the kiss, his lips now venturing over your cheeks and forehead as they turn into a smile.

“There you are.”

[sweetpotatopiedreams]

I don't think Nanami would actually say "you're not about to play in my fucking face" but he'd let it be known.

You're spending the day with Nanami. Feeling yourself. Hair freshly laid nails done and giving him every ounce of what comes with your new "I'm really THAT girl" attitude.

And he really doesn't mind because he likes seeing you confident and happy. He really loves seeing how your hips switch back and forth unabashedly. Even though on most days you hate it. You told him that you're pigeon toed and you try really hard to walk normally. Nanami doesn't get it though because watching you're natural gait always fills him with a sense of need.

But as the day goes on and you add a new outfit to go with your new hair and nails...well then he starts feeling a little pressed. At first it was a petulant look when he refused to buy you froyo. You're allergic to dairy and have already had boba earlier on in the day. He didnt want you to over do it and hurt yourself. You knew that but you still pouted and grumbled the whole way back to the car.

Then a sly remark later that evening. When he suggests you both call it a day instead of getting another round at the lounge you were currently at.

"It's OK if you don't got it like that Nanamin... we all struggle from time to time" a sweet smile forming on your perfectly glossed lips. His eye twitched at the mirth dancing in your eyes.

Leaning in close with a hand on the back of your neck and placing a chaste kiss below your ear he breathed "My love, I would advise that you stop whatever it is youre doing. It will not end well for you"

Well that just set you the fuck off. Between the hair, nails and your 4th...no 5th shot of tequila any sense of self preservation was gone.

"What you're not about to do" you said twisting out if his grasp and pointing a long swarovski covered nail at his face "is act like you somebody daddy"

He was seeing red now. Like he wasn't the one who paid for everything from the lace on your head down to the pedicure on your feet. Like he didn't have you bent over the kitchen table after finishing the breakfast he cooked for you both. Like he didn't stuff you so full this morning that you had to wear panties and leggings to keep from making a mess of your stylists chair.

"Get up"

[finchinmoria]

LOTR characters at Pride 🏳‍🌈

(A little silly and out of character but aren't we all.)

(Also, I headcannon them all queer but left out my specifics so they could be read how anyone wants them to be.)

Speak friend and enter the pride fest:

Frodo, Sam, Rosie and Rosie's girlfriend/theyfriend (Who? You? Me? Reader's choice!) are a powerhouse polycule with a YouTube channel. Even though Frodo made a list of events they were going to hit, they keep getting sidetracked by fans who want to talk and take selfies. So they mostly just wander and enjoy the day. Sam does have a backpack full of necessities to keep everyone comfortable and makes sure everyone, even complete strangers, are wearing enough sunscreen.

Arwen and Aragorn may not be 👑royalty👑 in this timeline, but are still pretty high profile so they keep it pretty open and casual. They set up all day in a shady spot at the public square on a bench with blankets laid out on the grass so they can talk with anyone who passes by. It's the pit stop for their friends to come cool off or relax when they need a break. Arwen brings a bag full of hair supplies and makeup so people can come in for touch ups throughout the day. She can do anyone's pride flag eyeshadow look flawlessly in under two minutes. (So could Aragorn, probably.)

Pippin's main goal is to eat something from every single food truck, deli, and coffee shop in the area. He says it's so he can post actual helpful reviews but he ends up only posting one Instagram reel where he speaks incoherently with a mouthful of vegan chili fries and that's it. Takes a bunch of pictures of different food items with different pride flags but forgets about them and doesn't post them until September.

Merry will buy from every single vendor at every event. You have flags? T-shirts? Jewelry? Art? He's going to buy one of each from every artist and organization. (He then donates most of the things he buys to the local lgbtq community center.)

Boromir doesn't want to wander around too much by himself because it's his first pride, but sticking with Merry and Pippin means he becomes responsible for carrying all their stuff. Within an hour he's absolutely covered in merch with three tote bags on each arm. He knows his flag is one of the 27 he now has hanging on or tucked in every available space on his body but if you asked him which one it was he would have to ask Merry. Pippin does keep him hydrated at least, a new flavor of iced lemonade always appears in his hand whenever the last one runs out.

Éowyn and Faramir run the table for the local non-profit advocacy group that educates citizens on important legislation that impacts the queer community. They can explain the details of different bills and current issues being tracked in the legal system, organize volunteer groups for different causes, and hook people in need up with outreach and activist organizations.

Gimli and Legolas disappear on June 1st and don't emerge again until the month is over. People will catch glimpses of them pretty much everywhere, and when they do there is always either a lot of glitter or alcohol involved (and let's be honest, most of the time both). No one can figure out how they managed to be on multiple floats in the same parade but after a while no one questions it. 

Haldir saw once a long time ago that some orientations weren't represented very well and has been on a mission to rectify that ever since. Even though things have gotten better, he now always has a table where he gives away stuff for the underrepresented identities. He's got all the genderqueer flags, tons of neopronoun pins, and whole decks of cards with just aces in them. If you're demi or flux or anything else not widely represented, Haldir's got you.

Gandalf loves the drag shows but since they are all either outside or in very crowded loud clubs, he usually hits one then spends the rest of his time in a very air conditioned, quieter, industrial style bar with elder queers and some bears.

Bilbo coordinates all the literary events like the queer banned books mobile, drag story times, poetry readings, and elder queer panels. Definitely tells his own activist stories from back in the day to anyone who will listen (and many do!)

Elrond goes just to check things out for an hour or two, but ends up having the time of his life and signing up to drive the queer banned books mobile for the rest of the summer. 

Happy pride, everyone! 🌈

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Hi welcome to random things that I think the Reverie characters do, including their listeners but I'm really tired and can't remember all the pet names given.

(and this time I'm gonna proofread it. <- that's a lie)

LES GO

Jacob - he's already a goofy dude with his whole red flag business. But aside from that, he doesn't like those mint things that Olive Garden gives you. (Totally not self projecting) and instead chooses to toss them to other tables without alerting the patrons eating at that table.

Jacob's listener - they don't like the color blue gray that mold is. You know that color? Yeah they have a violent reaction when they see it. I'm talking about swearing like a sailor, throwing a shoe at whatever had that color, ect. Their assistant wore a color similar and they locked him out of their lab until he changed. They want funding to develop a super weapon against the color.

Dion - he constantly puts the box of cereal on top of the fridge. No one knows why he does this, he just does and he refuses to explain. It's very frustrating.

Bodyguard - he doesn't finish movies. He will watch almost all the way through but at the last ten minutes he exits out of the movie claiming boredom. Also infuriating.

Bunny - they leave mugs and cups out. Once they're done, they will just set it down. Sometimes they use it again the next day depending on the previous contents. They always claim that they'll use it again, but more often then not they complain they can't find it before grabbing something fresh. Dion is constantly and rightfully complaining whenever they blame him for the cabinet where they keep the cups and mugs being empty.

Gage - he always buys gag gifts. He also buys genuine gifts but he won't give it to you until a week and a half after your birthday or whatever. He waits so you think his genuine gift is the joke one.

Bug - they can't match their socks for the life of them. Like every time they get a new pack of socks, they somehow always wear mismatched ones. They don't know how it happens but they say opposites attract. It's making people think they do it on purpose. They don't, that's just copium.

Neo - Neo can get competitive. Like reeeaally competitive. This foxy boy will quite literally nearly cause himself injury to "win". He has to open the door first because then he won the race to. (he hides it behind being polite but thats not his main focus) he will eat his food the fastest, nearly choking on it. He will win cuddling even if it's the last thing he ever fucking does.

Darling - they have canine behaviors. Which doesn't seem like a big deal. Until they're sitting in front of a closed door complaining and knocking on it because they're curious. Or when they sprint away full speed with something in their hands (or mouth) that they shouldn't have. Or that they have a specific spot on the couch or bed or table or floor or counter or fridge or blanket or chair that is their spot and no one else can be in that spot. Or when they grab things that smell like people they care about (most often Neo when possible) and just carry the items into common or public areas. Sometimes the person is still attached to the item.

Desmond - he has a bag of bags and a box of boxes. No one knows why since he barely uses them, but everyone is too scared to ask.

Newbie - they obsessively dig holes. And they don't refill them. They've gotten told off a few times for just leaving holes in the work yard but they just can't stop. They also regularly send pictures of the holes to Desmond like "LOOK WHAT I MADE 💪🤩" what he doesnt known is that this was in his front yard 😈

Law - he gets really into princess tea parties. Like, intense. He knows all the drama between the dolls and sometimes he'll try to instigate more drama. These tea parties have extensive lore now. Also he religiously watched great British bake off.

Sweets - They collect pumpkins. And hear me out on this. Every fall they go with Law and his kid to a pumpkin patch. Photos are taken and Law lets his kid get one pumpkin to bring home. Sweets never grew up with that kind of opportunity so one of these trips they decide to try it. And now they have a pumpkin. Suddenly their eyes are opened and it's pumpkin everything! They get several pumpkins each year. They have pumpkin decor they decorate with. Pumpkin (the color... Or pattern) clothing. Pumpkin spice becomes like crack. They really really like pumpkins. Just wait until they find out about the glory of fresh pineapples... Their home will look like a swingers without them realizing it.

Casey - he can't be allowed to go into Michaels. Not because of anything necessarily bad, but he just loses any and all impulse control. He'll go in with the intention of just getting a few things and suddenly he renewed his membership, has three signs, four fake vines, two picture frames, and seven full rolls of ribbon. (He originally went in for tye-dye for a date idea with Honey. He forgot to buy it and now needs to go again. He'll end up buying the materials to make a DIY wreath)

Honey - dating a florist is fun. But they now have flowers everywhere. Some are in pots, some in vases. Some are pressed between the pages of a book. Some tied in colored mesh baggies for sachets (I think that's the word I'm thinking of) and placed in their dresser drawers. It makes their clothes smell of the flower. They sometimes forget to change them out and next thing they know their clothes smell of rotting plant and need to go through the wash. But they're happy to have it, officially handing out the little gifts to even random strangers they meet in the street.

Cyril - he collects action figures. I have an angst hc connected to this, but I want to keep this fluffy for the most part so I'll just leave it at that.

Rival - they get heated if someone peels off that plasticy cling cover wrap thingie. The one that is placed over device screens or something? Yeah they're obsessed with that shit. If you peel it off before they can they will give you the silent treatment until they get the chance to peel it off something again.

Roman - Dissects pinecones. This dude will find the pine cones that are opened up and will meticulously start to pick the shards (?) Out and try to create towers with them. He'll never admit it but he's traveled back in time to find the same pine cone and repeat the process if he messes it up.

Pip (I think that's what the listener is called?) - they throw cotton balls at people they don't like or people they want to get the attention of. No one knows how they just have a bag or pockets full of cotton balls but they do. And they will throw one at your head with the force of a thousand spartan warriors.

Ellis - They really really like black out poems. (Those ones where you color over a sheet of text to only show certain words and create a poem out of it) which can be a problem considering where they work. The urge to just grab a book and start making a black out poem is so strong. They need to keep their hands busy for fear of giving into the urge.

Ellis' listener - they try to catch the dust that you can see floating through sun rays. The ones where if you stare long enough it's like you're hurtling through space and the dust is the stars. Anyways, they like to catch that shit and present it to Ellis. Ellis humors them and "thanks for catching the stars for me"

(and the tag because I'm slowly getting less scared of being perceived but mostly because Altair is so fucking nice omg and therefore it makes it a bit less scary. @reverieaudios )

[justanechoflower-ddlc]

(Alright, Monikanon here again, to clarify a few things.)

(The submission I gave (which you saw Nat respond to, the final in-character one for a while) was written BEFORE we worked out things aren't going that well and there's a chance this arc won't even be concluded properly. They were written not long after Nat's previous in-character post. And as it should have been apparent, there were never really any commitments on exactly WHAT would happen post-arc on this blog. That's something to be determined later. And Nat's right, the odds of something like what I described are smaller than they were when I said what I did then. And even back then, that was a small possibility out of a pretty big pool of possibilities, I didn't really have a clear vision in mind, just several possibilties of what it MIGHT look like, which is why I had said "more on that when we approach the arc's end".)

(Oh, and guys, full-scale AUs (On the scale of Inverted Fate/Underswap) were never on the table. If the blog's momentum had kept up, and it turned out that we decided that what I described DID happen (as opposed to some of the other possibilities I had in mind, or would have came up with later on, nothing about the future of the blog was EVER set in stone, the idea is we'd work that out when it's time to work that out), it probably would have been short scenarios. Think less "AU" and more simple "What If?", maybe on the scale of ONE of the Undertale Yellow "What If" animations by Robr0. (Except not animated, and I doubt it'd get even close to that level of detail) Also, it wouldn't be too surprising if that REALLY just turned into just broadly saying what might have happened in the same "here's an overview of what might happened". As I said before, nothing was ever confirmed, very good chance it'd never go in that direction at all, we didn't have a direction, we would have worked out where to go with this blog's future when we approached that point)

(And for why Monika hasn't returned, it's probably a combination of a lot of the factors we went over. My current (really rough, and nowhere near set in stone) outline is that the BEGINNING of bringing Ivan back is at the end of Flowey's trip, but of course he's not there for the whole process, the process itself takes up some of the time gap. Then there's catching up with the other girls, but there's also getting MC/Ivan to join the club again, and whether or not HE should know the game-related stuff, and how to catch HIM up into it. That's also going to take some time, and as the characters worked out, Flowey probably can't be there for that process, which means it's part of the time gap. That, and catching up with the others, is what I have right now, as I work out whether or not that's enough for that long of a gap. This is probably something we'll work out more over time here.)

(Oh, and I'll tweak probability a bit so Monika buys Flowey's explanation, or at least doesn't dig enough into it to work out what's really going on. I don't want that to happen either, and there are timelines where this would work. You won't see the results for a while though, for reasons I outlined in my previous submission. -Monikanon)

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(For some reason tumblr doesn’t want me editing submissions anymore before posting them because they say it will mess up the formatting? But I found a loophole around that and just copied and pasted what you wrote into a new post. I’ll also tag you at the end of the posts since there wouldn’t be any more notifications of “justanechoflower posted your submission.”

(Tumblr seems to be making quite a few changes with submissions including the new account requirement plus the fact I can’t edit them now. Oh well. They can’t stop us!!!!

(I have actually made animations before, but quick ones, and they mostly just include Flowey as the main focus in his flower form, which is really simple to draw in comparison to animating people. So yeah, if this fleshed out blog cuts short, we most likely would keep it a brief summary with a few still art pieces from me to sum up how this “what if” timeline would end. Probably in a similar format to the recaps we are going to be making for what’s happened so far.

(Your explanation for why Monika wouldn’t be present for the time between the end of the blog and now makes sense! And so far everything seems like it can line up with the main blog so it’s good that you have that prepared. Most likely when Monika returns to the ask blog, Flowey will be complaining about something alone the lines of “What took you so long? I’ve been having to deal with all these idiots single-handedly for forever!” Opening a chance for you to put in that explanation through Monika.

@ddlc-a-new-beginning