#did NOT get a polaroid i should have but all the attention was i was ready to blend in was a lot

[lilgynt]

why was my emo night so fuckin much.

[cherry-leclerc]

about you ☆ cl16

genre: yearning, humor, pwp (smuttt, perhaps a bit dirtier than I intended, yikes), glimpse of fluff!

word count: 5.8k

Where Charles reminisces on his first love, where for a while, you were all his. First loves are portrayed as something you never want to forget or in this case, forgive. And it all started with a painting.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex, doggy style, spit, squirting, teary eyes, teasing, polaroids (ha!), slightly mean/teasing charles

inspired by this and this !

“What about you?”

The group had settled into quite a comfortable spot, gossiping about first loves, if you really care about that type of thing, and spilling secrets. Seeing as it was late November everyone either had a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, courtesy of Lily.

“I don’t really like to talk about her anymore.” The room grows silent as Charles tries to play off the sudden shift. At times like these he almost envied the cold. The cold never once got questioned of why it was like that, but he knew the same wouldn’t go for him.

“Uh uh,” Daniel clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “We all went around sharing, it's only protocol you do the same.” 

If anyone felt Charles grow uncomfortable, they chose to ignore it. He can’t be too upset, before this he was enjoying his time, up until the attention turned to him. If it were anything else, he’d give it a go, but he knows too well that he can’t get out of this one.

“I’ll make it easier for you,” Lewis tries to ease the Monegasque. “How did you meet her?”

He feels quite sad that it takes him a while to remember, but eventually he recalls it all. 

“I met her in LA.”

-

Staring up at the blazing sun you spill out dirty curses. You had been frolicking in the shops trying to find a decent vegan restaurant for your boss to enjoy. Digging out a hair tie from your tote bag has you even more irritated than you ever thought possible. 

Stepping inside a small art gallery, you decide to refuge there for a bit. The cool AC instantly has you shutting your eyes in pleasure. 

“How much for this piece?” 

You pop an eye open before deciding not to spare a glance. “I don’t work here.” 

The man lets out an awkward cough before excusing himself. “Sorry, I just thought…my mistake.” Feeling bad you turn your head.

“It’s alright, I should apologize as well.” Catching a first glimpse makes you hate yourself just a tiny bit for acting like a bossy LA girl. Didn’t help that he also had the nicest eyes humanly possible.

“I’m Charles.”

Mutually, you both spend some time walking around. He lets you know he’s only visiting as he is a foreigner. You let out a small sigh. “Lucky you didn’t grow up in LA. Extremely tiring, I can tell you that much.” 

“Tiring how?” He glances at you for a split second before looking at the nearest canvas. You hum.

“You eventually grow tired of being someone you’re not.” 

The stranger seems to feel bad enough based on his facial expression, but he understood what you were saying. A single ring expands into the air as you bite down on your lip.

“Shit, my boss.” Completely enthralled into your conversation time had completely slipped your mind. “I have to get going, but it was nice to meet you…”

“Charles,” he reminds you as you share an embarrassed nod. Something inside of him tells him to ask for your number, though it really wouldn’t be wise enough to do, he’s not even from here or a regular visitor. It wouldn’t make sense.

“...264,” you finish telling him as he quickly types in your phone number.

“Great. I’ll see you later for dinner.”

-

“Since when do you visit LA?” Pierre’s voice is filled with betrayal. Charles rolls his eyes at his friend. “Mate, you know I’ve always wanted to go there for Nobu!”

“Yeah, well no need to worry I’ll leave LA all to you now.” The definite confirmation in Charles’ voice has everyone wondering how bad things could have gotten between their friend and the unnamed girl he had once been hung up on, though he would never admit it. 

“How did the dinner go?” Alex curiously questions, trying to dig in deeper. He knew he wanted to get the best version since Lily had practically begged him to fill her in on the drive back home.

“It was the best date I’ve ever had.”

-

“Your reservation doesn’t exist.” The waiter was starting to grow annoyed at the 25 year old who insisted he had called on the phone. I can look for my own name on the list, Charles offers though the man quickly raises his hand. “I’m sorry, but the restaurant has grown full. You can try again tomorrow.”

Sitting down on the sidewalk he tries to think of ways to break the news to you. All of them had him cringing. A yellow cab pulls up in front of him and you step out smelling like a garden in Italy.

“Charles!” you exclaim as you run clumsily with heels undone. Finishing up your shift you had quickly dashed home to try to get here one time. Being a few minutes late isn’t all that bad. 

“Hey…” He rises up as you’re sitting down. Sheepishly he sits back down once again. “So you might hate me…” 

“Why’s that?” you hum as your clip on your heels. Once you are done you stare up at him. Your eyes have him tongue tied as he tries to remember the last time he’s felt like this. Seeing you dressed so pretty makes him upset and he knows he can’t mess this up with admitting his mistake.

“Someone got our table.” Frowning you peek over at the hostess who is taking in more names and clients. “Yeah they just swooped in and stole it.” 

“No way!” Feistiness paints your eyes as you stand up, hands on your waist. He realizes he doesn’t completely hate this look on you. Clearing his throat he stands as he pats his hands against his pants.

“Don’t worry though I’m sure we can find some place else.” 

“That’s not fair though,” you point out as you start to make your way over. His eyes grow wide as he runs alongside you. 

“It’s okay! I swear I’ll find you an even better restaurant where you can dine and display your pretty dress!” You look beautiful by the way, he adds and you quickly turn to him with a smile and blush painting your cheeks. 

“I’m sure you could but still, we should say something.” He doesn’t have a chance to stop you as you reach the hostess. 

“Hi,” you chirp as you grin kindly. The older man turned his attention with a bored expression.

“How can I help you?”

“Well, um, my date,” you turn and point at Charles who stands there with a blank stare. “He made a reservation for two and it seems you gave our table away.” The man, John, shakes his head.

“You must be mistaken - or have been lied to - but your table wasn’t given away because your date here never made a reservation, as I already informed him.” You both turn your attention to the Monegasque as he begins his act.

“Uhhh…”

Shaking your head you face John once again. “If he told me he made a reservation then he made a reservation.” Raising an eyebrow you stare back at him expectantly. 

“As I already told you, no he didn’t.”

Growing more nervous Charles tries to convince you to let it go. I just looked it up and there’s a better restaurant just 2 hours away! “No,” you finalize as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “We are getting our table back.”

“Then I guess you’re just going to have to keep waiting because we are most definitely not going to serve you today.” You roll your eyes.

“Thank you, John.” Making your way over you sit on a bench for waiting guests, Charles follows. “Which table did you reserve?”

“29.” Narrowing your eyes over at John you nod. “Alright. So here’s what we’re gonna do…”

“Are you sure about this?” He lifts you up toward an open window as you grab on, trying to stay secure.

“Just…yes. Just don’t drop me!” His hands placed on your body have him hard and he tries to play it off. This would not make him look good on a first date. 

“Okay let me go now!” You screech as you climb over. He watches as you carefully place your Dior covered feet onto the ground. Clapping you shoot a thumbs up on your side of the glass. “Now it’s your turn.”

Rolling up his sleeves he slips into a small pep talk. You got this. You got this. Climbing up towards the window quite evenly has you standing there impressed. Pretty good, you congratulate as he looks down at your figure.

“Than-” Slipping he crashes onto the polished floors. 

“Yikes.”

Rubbing his arm he follows you around the dimly lit restaurant. Lots of twists and turns. “I’m starting to get dizzy, how do you know this place so well?” 

“I’ve made a few reservations for my boss and her colleagues to have private meetings, now hush and try not to catch anyone's attention!”

“Fuck! You’re Charles Leclerc!” A group of guys stand up in a hurry as you both stop dead in your tracks. You’re confused as to how they know your date's name but as soon as you catch a glimpse of their table’s number, your curiosity flows away. 

“Oh so you guys stole our table!” You march over to them as they stare back confused. Charles immediately follows you.

“What are you talking about? We didn’t steal anything.” Tilting your head a bit you stare at them accusingly.

“Yes. Table 29. He reserved it.” You point over at Charles who is busy signing a few autographs in order for them to shut up and not get your attention. Dazed, you pull your eyes away from him as he stands there like a deer in headlights.

The guy ignores you as he pushes past you. Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest as you begin to glare. He begs for Charles to sign his shoe. Standing your ground you walk over to the now open seat. As the group starts to thank Charles for taking pictures and signing their belongings, which still doesn’t make much sense, they return to their table.

“Move.” The guy crosses his arms and begins to tap his fancy glossed shoes. 

“No. This is our table.”

He turns to his friends who urge him. Others say, Leave it. She’s hot. Though as much as you're holding on to this stupid table, he is too. “Get up or I’ll have to call security.” Charles starts to stroll over to where you’re sitting to intervene with the situation but you let out a mocking laugh.

“You think a silly little trust fund baby like you scares me?” Licking your red lips you lean your arms over the dinner table. “Cause you don’t.”

His face starts to boil red as he tries to keep his cool. “Listen, this is our table. So get your filthy ass up and leave,” he spits out. Her ass is pretty nice, his friends confirm as Charles tries to restrain himself from going in for a sucker punch.

“It’s okay,  jolie fille, I’ll buy you an even better dinner.” You push his hands away as your glare remains on the man in front of you.

“Quit acting like you’re the shit because you’re not. Has anyone taught you manners? Has anyone tamed the doggy?” You pout, poking his ego as he reaches out to drag you by the arm.

“Mate, there’s no need for that-” Charles begins before he catches a glimpse of a flying arm.

“Don’t touch me!” You yell out as you spare a solid uppercut, and as it was unexpected, he flew back where his friends all tackled to not let him fall. 

A few guests gasp and others murmur. Charles sends a small dimpled smile before grabbing you, making sure you weren’t going in for more. “Crap. That shit hurt,” you moan as you massage your knuckles. Fondly, and a bit amazed, he smiles.

“I think we should leave,” he advises as you nod. 

“Yeah. Go ahead and listen to your owner…doggy.” Turning around, Charles barely has a chance to grab you before you go in for another hit. 

“You bitch!” 

He stands up, not before his friends hold him back. You kick as Charles lifts you by your waist, carrying you away.

“Let go! I’m going to mess up his botox face!” You dig your nails, not intentionally, into his skin as he hisses. 

As you continue screeching in his arms a now concerned and confused John stares, jaw on the floor.

“Don’t worry, Johnny, we’re leaving.”

-

“Holy shit!” Pierre stares, eyes wide. “That’s so cool! Why didn’t Kika and I do that on our first date?” Everyone agrees. Charles hums at the memory he had not reminisced on for quite a while.

“So you had a fun date and then what? You just let her go?” Lando shakes his head in disapproval, claiming he wouldn’t have messed up in that way. 

“No, we still continued seeing each other.” He smiles. “You don’t get it. I was completely captivated by her.”

-

Apologizing over the last date you both had was pretty easy.

“Don’t worry. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” You laugh at his response as you take a sip of your lemonade. Glossy lips wrap around the straw before biting down. He had to stop staring.

“How did they know your name?” Fiddling with your cup you squint at him underneath your sunglasses. He stiffens.

“You see, I’m…I… I drive.”

You scrunch your nose like a bunny as you let out a muffled laugh. He shakes his head as he tries again.

“A Formula 1 car. I drive in Formula 1.” Nodding you twiddle with the straw.

“What’s that?” 

Shocked, he finds himself asking, seriously? You shrug. “Care to explain, Mr. Leclerc.”

He spends the next 2 hours walking you through it all, taking his time. He learns that you had no idea of his status and career in F1 since it appeared that it isn’t as popular in California as it is in Europe, though it’s getting there.

“Nice. So I’m dealing with a celebrity,” you whisper jokingly as you raise your purse to cover you both. “Don’t wanna get paparazzied.” 

“I’m not a celebrity,” he laughs as you giggle, bringing your purse down.

“Of course not,” you agree. “You’re Charles.” 

For some reason, that makes him feel more seen than he has in years.

-

“Seriously, how long was this trip and why wasn’t I invited?” 

“He just didn’t want you bugging him like you are now,” Max croaks as Pierre flips him off.  

“I was only there to buy this one portrait, but as soon as I met her, it’s almost as if that was a reason to stay. I wanted to stay.” Charles stands up to serve himself another cup of hot chocolate, he adds almost half of the bag of marshmallows.

“Leave some for the rest of us,” George cries out. 

“Look! He’s getting chocolate drunk, this is a real problem,” Lando pokes fun as Carlos laughs next to him.

“I want to know more about this mysterious girl. What was she like?”

The green eyed boy thinks about it. Then he thinks about it some more. “I don’t know…What I do know is that I’ve never met someone like her.”

-

“It’s a staple here in LA. You have to go.”

It’s 5pm and you both sit in your old Chevy your grandpa had passed down to you. Here you were, trying to convince Charles to go to the Griffith Observatory.

“I’m not sure…What if someone noticed me?” You tap his nose before you dig into your bag. You pull out two bucket hats. 

“I survived LA?” he reads as you nod. 

“Bucket hats like these are also a staple, now put it on.” You hand him a pair of Ray Bans as you begin to drive to your destination.

“I feel like Jessica Olsen,” you squeal as you skip a bit, Keds and tube socks scratching along the pavement.

“Jessica who?”

“I forgot you’re all oh la laaa,” you tease as he laughs. You bump your hip against his waist. “It’s a movie. Starstruck. It’s about a girl who ends up meeting this international superstar and they go on all these crazy adventures.” You purposely leave out the fact where they fall in love. “He betrays her by saying he doesn’t know of her on national television!” 

Your wounded reaction has him playing along. He gasps. “No wayyy!” Rolling your eyes you pinch his bicep.

“Don’t be a Christopher Wilde and betray me, got it?” 

“Christopher Wi-”

“He was the superstar, Charles,” you sigh. “You ought to watch the movie.”

“This is so cool.” He finds himself walking ahead of you as he grows more and more excited with the cosmos. 

Behind him you say, “It is, but it sucks you can see more city lights than actual stars.”

He finds you pouting and he wishes for nothing more than to kiss you.

“City lights are cool too.”

-

“You went to the Observatory as well!” Pierre groans into a pillow. 

“Get over it already,” Yuki grunts. 

Charles had forgotten how much he enjoyed his time with you. Back in Los Angeles you had said people there pretended to be something they’re not. In Europe, he felt the same. Coincidentally, when you were together, you both were the truest versions of yourselves. Something you both wished you were able to keep.

“Damn. This is pretty cute,” Lewis admits. “How long did you stay there?”

“1 month.” Everyone gasps. 

“Oh you were into her into her,” Alex whistles. Growing a bit embarrassed Charles finds himself looking for any excuse to stop talking about you. 

“Tell us more! Tell us more!” Daniel chants as he drums his hands against the wall. He shifts a bit before leaning his head up against the warm couch.

“I met her family.”

-

“God, what did I do to deserve this?” your dad yells as he stares up at the open sky, backyard lit with fairy lights.

“Calm down before you scare him away!” You had invited Charles over for homemade burgers, but you moved out a long time ago, you had no idea your dad was a recent Formula 1 fan. Specifically, Ferrari.

“Of course. I can act cool.”

Breathing hard, Charles finds you carrying your sister's baby. “Hey.” His voice cracks and you laugh.

“Cute. What’s up?”

Fixing his collared shirt he pushes his hair back a bit. “You’re dad is amazing. I mean it, but I need a little break.” Looking over, you find your dad already staring, foolishly sending two thumbs up.

“Ha! I get it. You can stick with me and Macy.” You coo at your niece as she drools down onto her bib. Instantly, you wipe her face. “Macy!” you screech as you softly pinch her chubby cheek. 

Charles finds himself staring, admiring, and he never wants an excuse to look away. He’s never been the kind to envision his future with someone, but in that moment, he could. He saw you both living somewhere small, and cozy, somewhere where he could stupidly - and greedily - just enjoy you for himself. He could see you both having a few kids to fill in family portraits. Sundays at the Observatory. 

“She’s cute.” Smiling you nod as you press a few kisses on the baby's cheeks and damn it, he won’t admit it, but he was just the tiniest bit jealous. Lucky, he thinks.

“Do you want to carry her?” 

Too afraid he steps back, creating distance. “I would just drop her.” 

“Don’t worry, you won’t,” you say as you hand Macy over to him. “Just make sure to support her head, please.” He does as instructed, but as soon as Macy lets out a little kick he almost finds himself purposefully letting go.

“She doesn’t like me, it’s fine!” Maybe he was a little afraid.

“She was only getting comfortable. Weren’t you Macy?” Your baby voice has him feeling more for you than humanly possible. Finally settling down, Charles and Macy grow into a comfortable position. Slowly, she begins to fall asleep.

“Thank you God!” you sister whisper-shouts as she lays a warm pat on Charles’ shoulder. “She doesn’t fall asleep with anyone, she must like you.” 

“Really?” This makes him happier than he’d like to admit. Maybe he could do the whole dad-thing one day. His eyes travel towards you.

Frowning you whisper to the baby, “I see how it is.”

As the night grows darker, you both, along with Macy, sit next to the bonfire. “Seriously, a fire during summer?” you groan as you lay against Charles' shoulder. He could do this.

“It’s quite nice.” You let out a small snort as you fiddle with the baby blankie. “Thank you for inviting me.” The shyness in his voice is enough to make your heart swell.

“Of course.”

You take Macy to change her diaper and you disappear when your sister walks up to him. Pulling out a chair for her she thanks him. “You must really like her.” Despite his better judgment, he doesn’t answer. “But it also seems she likes you. You both are very cute. How long have you been together?”

“Uh, I’ve only known her for a week.” 

Her eyes grow wide as she lets out a grin.

“Oh she really likes you.”

-

“Meeting the parents after a week and getting approval? 10/10,” George says as he claps. 

“This isn’t daycare, Georgie,” Lewis teases. His teammate immediately stops clapping. More questions are thrown his way but one makes his heart stop for a split second.

“Did you fall in love?”

And he doesn’t have to think about it, because he knows he did.

-

“Sucks that you won’t be here forever,” you whisper. Amidst of summer, you both decided to go to your nearest farmers market. Picking out some plums he pauses and hands you one. Wiping it a bit, you bite down and let out a soft moan.

“Very good, Charles,” you commend as he smiles softly.

“Thank you, maman,” he highlights. “My mom showed us how to pick good fruit.”

“Do you miss her? Home?” Helping now to fill the small paper bag he thinks about it.

“Oddly enough, no. I mean I do miss my mom, but not home. Not half as what I thought I would.” Handing the lady money, you thank her.

“How’s that?” As much as you sometimes grew tired of Los Angeles you knew deep inside that you would grow homesick. 

“You’ve made it pretty easy not to miss.”

Kicking a nearby rock you focus on the old man singing. “Very sweet for you to inflate my ego,” tossing the plum seed into the trash can you turn back around to face him. “I know you’re lying.”

He shrugs. “I mean it, but if you choose to ignore the truth…” Winking, he grabs the paper bag from you. “Hey, do you mind taking care of this?” The group of little boys sitting criss cross look up from their game.

“Sure?”

Grabbing your hand he takes you to the middle, where mostly elderly couples are dancing. “Spare me a dance?” Giggling you nod as you fit the small of your hand into his warm palm. Electricity shoots through you and if it weren’t for Charles flinching as well you would have sworn it was all a part of your imagination.

With his hands on your hips and your own lazily spilling over his shoulders you both sway. It's a rare focus of pure devotion, one that you’ve never felt. One he hasn’t either.

“Not too shabby.” Throwing a playful scowl he spins you before dipping you, hair flying as you let out a yelp.

“You’re going to crack her neck!” The small lady scolds as she looks over to where you giggle. “You’re lucky she’s alive. I’ve been dropped by that move,” she snaps as her husband holds her back.

“It was one time!”

Nodding, Charles brings you back towards him, delicately running his thumb against your cheek. “Didn’t snap your neck, did I?” The way he smiles is enough for you to lean into his touch.

“Nope.”

“So darling!” The old lady squeals as she places her hand over her heart. 

After a few songs you both make your way to where the little boys were sitting. “Charles, they stole our plums!” you screech when you find out the group is long gone. 

“Fuck. I paid them too.”

That night he invited you over to his hotel. “You can’t drive. Summer rain,” he insists as he points out the window of his room. Loud drops hit the glass.

“I would have been fine but alright,” you shrug as you jump onto his bed. “So what do you want to do? Pillow fight? Prank calls? Ouija board?”

“You’re sick.” He cracks a smile when you shrug. 

“Well I’m not tired so you better think of something!” 

Boy did he think. He imagined. He grew lustful, but no. 

“I know how to shag.” The blush that creeps onto your cheeks makes him choke. “Shag as in the dance! The dance. My mom taught my brothers and I. I could teach you…” You nod.

Spending time in a tight hotel room with a low tune and feet stepping over one another has to be the highlight of his life.

“I thought you knew!”

“I do! I swear!”

You groan as you drop against the bed. “Time out,” you say as you cross your arms as an X, to display your break. 

“Fine.” Since you both had not eaten much he decided to order room service. As you wait you both lay down watching old races of his. “Why this?”

“I want to learn more,” you explain as you hush him. The camera pans to a slightly older guy, extremely tan and extremely handsome. As soon as you catch a glimpse that he wears the same race suit as Charles you pause the screen. “That beautiful man is your teammate? The one you were talking about?” The tone of your voice has him groaning.

“Yes?”

“Wow,” you murmur as you softly touch the screen, eyes shining. Slapping the computer shut you turn to him with a sour face. “Why!”

“It’s weird,” he tries to reason. 

“So if I reacted like that to you it would be ‘weird’ too?” His voice hitches at your interpretation. Growing shy you look away.

“I guess I would be flattered to be noticed by someone like you.” In a single moment he leans in and kisses you and it's almost as if any other kiss he’s had would never compare. You feel it too, the way he lets you meet his lips as if he’s been waiting for this, as if he’s been craving you.

A soft whine is released as he towers over you, purposefully making you lean against his soft bed. Wrapping your legs around his waist, your skirt hikes up allowing him to grip your thighs. He groans when you begin to rub yourself against him. He can feel just how wet you are and it takes all of him to not flip you to take you from behind.

The door chimes. “Food delivery!”

-

“You knew when you first danced with her? I knew I loved Kika when she picked up my socks.” 

“It sounds like you really loved her,” Lando says. Love, Charles wants to correct, because only an idiot would ever stop, but he bites his tongue.

“What I don’t understand is why we never knew of her before this. Why didn’t you make it work?” Carlos says as everyone nods, sharing the same question.

“It was never going to,” Charles confesses. He wishes it would, he really wishes it still could, but it won’t. “That’s just the way it had to be I suppose.”

-

“Fuck, fuck,” you moan out as Charles wraps his hand into your messy hair. 

“You can take it,” he reassures you. I can, you cry out, mainly to convince yourself, but he’s just too big. Leaning back he spanks your ass before rubbing it.

“Did I hurt you?” he teases as you shake your head against the sheets. “Answer me.”

“No!” With all your power you rise up to your elbows before turning around to look at him with teary eyes. The picture you see is too much; snapping his hips against you he slips in and out in the most sinister way. Sweat covering his face but to you he was glowing. You squeal when he reaches over to push two fingers into your mouth. You gag around his long digits.

This makes you clench around him and he almost stops his pace to catch a break but the way you're moaning, whining, gives him all the strength to continue. You cough as you try to spit his fingers out. 

“You weren’t choking on my cock earlier, how is it that you are around my fingers?” His voice is nothing but the opposite of sympathetic and you love it. You shut your eyes as you force yourself to start to suck on them. “That’s it, baby,” he swoons as you take him just the way he knew you could.

Retracting his finger you find yourself missing them. He makes up for it when he pinches your nipples in a certain way that has you pushing your hips back towards him. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He mostly says this to himself, but it has you squirming underneath his touch. “You drive me so so fucking crazy, y’know? ‘Twas supposed to be here only for a couple of days, but fuck, it’s almost going to be a month.” You let out a pornographic moan when he slaps your ass before going in much deeper. You find yourself drooling by how good this all was. “You’re so fucking addicting.”

Harder, you wail as you reach up behind you for his hand. He lets out a deep laugh as he hands you a polaroid he took of you a couple of days ago. One where he’s fingering you in front of his hotel mirror.

In it you’re mid-moan, head thrown against his shoulder. It’s almost embarrassing the way you could see your juices shimmer in the picture. You snatch the photo before throwing it across the room.

He tsks his tongue as he flips you onto your back, swiftly pulling your legs up to his shoulders, the angle almost causing you to be completely smushed up against your thighs. “You didn’t like the picture, darling? 

“I do,” you pant, trying to catch your breath as you are now face to face with him. “It’s just too much all at the same time.” You bite down on your lip when his mouth forms an O, brows drawn together as he tries his best to appear intact, but the clear sight of having you underneath him is enough to cancel his acting debut.

Reaching out, he grabs your polaroid camera. “Guess I’ll just have to take another.” He smirks when you gasp when he holds onto your legs with the other arm, glistening muscles shining. You flinch at the cold jewelry that covers his beautiful fingers before settling back into a string of whimpers and pleas.

His grip is the perfect amount and you swear you are filled with pure adrenaline that you’ve never felt  with anyone. In the most professional manner he spits right into your pussy, only adding more friction than there already was. The warmth has you squeezing your legs around his shoulders, feeling his collar bones underneath. Your core grows tight.

“Shit, don’t do that,” he moans, eyes shut for the briefest moment.

“I can’t, I’m gonna…” You’re cut off when a sudden flash goes through. Wickedly, you find out he took a picture of your tits covered with his cum from earlier activities.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get prettier,” he murmurs as he gazes at the photo, his rhythm only growing faster, harder. He throws the photo - vowing to look for it later - before wrapping his hands around your calves. “You’re going to what?”

Cruel, you think, he’s being cruel. But you don’t give a single fuck, not even when he smirks. 

“I’m going to cum-”

“Go on then baby.”

Letting out the loudest cry you throw your head back as you gush around him, him following, and in the most unexpected manner he rubs your clit. This only adds to your pleasure as you are controlled with an unfamiliar feeling. You squirt all around him. 

“Fuckkk,” he groans as he snaps a picture of you midst squirting and moaning. Quickly, he places the photo on the nightstand before slowly pulling away, mixed cum oozing out. He brings his fingers to gather some before licking it.

“No more,” you weakly plead. He nods as he brings your legs down, leaning up to kiss your cheek before he kisses your lips. You sigh against him. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he says when you kiss his nose. He feels your soft breath fanning him, he inhales your perfume, one that he could never forget.

“Ditto.”

-

“Would you have given up racing just to stay there with her?” Pierre questions when he notices just how serious his friend was about you. He tries to recall the last time he saw him like this but there was nothing that ever compared. It almost scared him, but he was mostly sad. Sad that his friend  was yearning for something that was never going to happen.

“Yes.”

“What stopped you?” Lewis asks as he leans against his knees. The room has grown more serious, suddenly filled with gloominess.

“It came to the point where she didn’t want me anymore.” His friends all frown at his response, growing more curious as to what happened, where did you mess up? “I get it though.” 

A glimpse of the art piece he first saw when he met you is hung on the wall, a reminder of what once was. That single piece of art was the only reason he even visited LA, if not, there wouldn’t be anything to tell. In a certain way, he’s thankful for the way things flowed because at least he had the pleasure of getting to know someone like you.

“Are you telling them the story of your month trip for my favorite painting?” Charlotte jokes as she enters the room with Lily. “You guys, he waited so long just to buy it for me, it was the most romantic thing ever.” She swoons as Lily smiles, unknowing of the truth behind the painting.

The guys instantly spring their attention back to Charles where he sits silently. He stands up, walking over and places a kiss on her forehead.

“I would do it all over again.”

[hcsiqs]

wait “bad idea right?” was cute 🥹🥹🥹 i need more kate x singer!reader! perhaps singer!reader moving her life to go live with kate in vegas? 🥹 please please pleek and thank you !

| we really were timeless

• pairing: kate martin x fem!reader

• summary: reader is on tiktok live showing her new home in las vegas and her fans get a glimpse into the life of her and kate.

• word count: 1.1k

• find part 1 here

“Heyy!” you waved into the camera with an unknown background behind you, that your fans had seemed to question as soon as they noticed the room. “No, I’m not in Iowa” you laughed, setting the camera down in the bedroom you and Kate shared. The bedroom was decorated with plants and books all along the room as well as small photos and polaroids the couple had taken of themselves as well as photos of their friends.

“I moved!” you said dramatically using your hands to show off the room behind you in all of its glorious adornments that you and Kate had managed to set up in the past few weeks. “I’m a Las Vegas girl now” you smiled, standing up from the bed, “What if I give a house tour? But, mind you we have barely had time to decorate anything, so it’s a little bare!” you giggled, holding the phone close to your face as you walked through the house. You moved your head out of view as you entered into the living room and lowered your voice to a whisper as you spoke to your blonde girlfriend, “I’m gonna do a little house tour, alright?”

“Wait, can I be like the tour guide?” Kate asked cheerfully as she looked up from her phone and put her full attention to you.

“Mhm” you nodded, biting your lip trying to hold back a smile. Kate then got off the couch and planted a soft kiss on your lips off camera. “Ok guys I have a special guest for y’all!” you smiled, hovering your finger over the flip camera button. “Kate!” you exclaimed, turning the camera around to proudly show off your girlfriend, who did a stupid little dance causing you both to fall into a fit of laughter.

they are my favorite couple ever

stop kate is so cuteee

“Ok, ok!” you laughed walking towards the front door.

“So, when you first enter the house we have this lovely bench where you can take your shoes off” Kate spoke displaying the area, before you turned the camera around to face yourself, “Because we don’t want no one’s nasty shoes on our floor,” you turned the camera back around to show a nodding Kate who was in agreement.

“Then straight off there is our living room!” the blonde announced, showing off the plush couch that sat in the middle. “This is y/n’s favorite part” Kate pointed down at the green rug on the floor. You just rolled your eyes behind the camera because the rug was fully Kate’s choice because she said it would be perfect for the house. “But yeah, not much in here yet beside the PS4, so I can play games, and the couch,” Kate shrugged.

“And if you come this way,” Kate used her hands to direct you and the camera to follow her, “our kitchen! I know it’s all white and bland at the moment but we’re working on it” she laughed showing the kitchen island and then walking over to the fridge and opening it, “Oh!” you both let out as the fridge revealed to only hold some take-out food from the night before and a thing of pink lemonade.

“We’re working on grocery shopping” you laughed from behind the camera.

“Yeah, we’re doordash feens” Kate responded, pointing her finger at you. She then closed the fridge and brought you over to the small table you two had bought the other day. “This is our newest addition,” the blonde smiled, showing off the table that had been set to look fancy.

The tall girl kept showing off the home until getting to a room she thought that you should take over and show off to the viewers on live. “Babe, you wanna show them?” Kate’s voice was in a whisper, but it could still be heard by viewers, which caused the comments to go crazy.

DID Y’ALL HEAR THAT???

UGH I NEED WHAT THEY HAVE

“Yeah” you nodded, handing the phone over to Kate and appearing in front of the camera for the first time since the start of the live. “Kate was so kind to let me use our spare room as a little music room!” you said with a smile never leaving your face, as you opened the door and revealed the soundproofing pads on the walls and the different music equipment showering the room.

“This is where all the magic happens,” you said, running your hand across the piano, allowing random notes to be played. “Guys! This right here is my most prized possession!” your face glowed as you pulled a guitar off the wall and showed it to the camera, “It was signed by the one and only Taylor Swift! I still can’t believe it” you shook your head slightly recounting the memory of when you had met her.

“Still jealous you met her and not me” Kate said behind the camera, clearly showing her jealousy.

“Maybe, I can pull some strings for you, hm?” you cocked your head to the side resting your hands on your hips. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Kate’s blue ones from behind the camera and you found yourself wanting to look into them forever, but you knew you needed to move on with the tour. “Anywho! Let’s continue!” you laughed dragging Kate out of the room to have her follow her.

After a couple more minutes of the tour and being on live you decided it was time to go, so that you could spend time with Kate before she had to head off to practice.

You two were sitting on the couch, your legs draping over Kate’s as a tv show played quietly on the tv. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” Kate dropped her head into the crook of your neck, as her hands found their way around your waist.

“I’m so happy to be here with you,” you giggled, feeling her breath on your neck that almost tickled. She then began to place small kisses on your neck and exposed collarbone, that sent a shiver down your spine. “Kate, you have to get to practice” you groaned.

“But, I wanna stay here with you” she whined, still leaving kisses on your shoulder.

“Come on, time to go,” you got off of Kate and held your hands out to pull her off the couch. Her hands reached up to yours and you pulled her off the couch. She placed a small kiss on your lips before walking over to get her keys.

“See you late, love you” she smiled, circling the keys on her finger.

“Love you too” you smiled back before she walked out the front door to head to Aces practice.

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i hope you like this!! they’re so cutie

[lovexjoe]

PENPALS Part 3

Your dad was suppose to be home 4 days ago with Uncle Mike but they are no where to be found. You were currently leaving the hospital when the news report caught your attention.. WANTED FUGITIVES? It broke your heart knowing Captain passed the way he did. Your dad gave you the phone call and you couldn’t even make it to the funeral due to your exams and clinicals. You knew it wasn’t true at all, someone had to be framing them.

But who is that other person with them? You knew Mike had a son but you never knew any details beyond that. They were broadcasting names and pictures on the tv. Uncle Mike popped up first. Your phone interrupted everything and you decided to just step outside because it was quiet hours in the hospital. You picked up the phone and nearly cried.

“Hey baby, yes I’m okay, but I need you to go to Dorn’s house. We got some injuries we need some help with.” Your heart felt whole again to hear your dad’s voice.

“Okay I’ll be right there.” You snuck out with a kit from the hospital and headed straight to Dorn’s house. You notice a black van was following you for quite some time, but you managed to lose them.

As you pulled into the driveway your heart started to beat fast. The idea of something happening to your dad really shook you to the core. Being away from home for so long due to nursing school you lost so much time with your family. You also missed Uncle Mike, he’s the only person that knows how to deal with your dad.

You knocked on the door to see Dorn and immediately he gives you a hug. You missed him and Kelly so much. As you walk inside you immediately give your dad a hug and check to see if he had any bad injuries.

“There’s my favorite niece!” Uncle Mike picks you up and spins you around. You noticed a familiar face in the kitchen and your heart immediately went to your ass.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You look at the prisoner who you’ve fell head over heels for but haven’t heard a word from in 2 weeks. Armando just stood in the kitchen holding a beer looking like a lost puppy. He knew he was going to see you once Marcus made that call.

“Y/N this is my son Armando he-“

“YOUR SON?!” You were in love with a MIKE 2.0 ??!??!!? That Lowrey DNA is a fucking bitch. You had the biggest crush on Uncle Mike in your teenage years now you bent ass backwards over his son.

“Princess it’s okay. He’s come a long way since killing Captain Howard-“ Marcus tries comforting you.

“Marcus…” Mike gives him a dirty look cause it was a low blow.

He killed Captain Howard?……

The look on your face broke Armando’s heart. Yes he killed Captain Howard and if he had a choice he would have never done it. He watched the terror of it unfold in front of his eyes and he regretted every moment of it. Whatever you guys had was probably dead after hearing that. You ended the conversation as you started to clean up Uncle Mike’s wounds.

“Geez I remember when I was babysitting you now you over here cleaning me up.” Mike jokes as he sips on a beer.

“Sounds like you getting old” You started to laugh as he straightens himself up and push his chest out.

“There was a car following me on the way over here but I managed to lose it.” You finished stitching up his wound and Armando was next.

“You should stay here tonight just in case. You and Armando can share the guest bedroom. Mike and Marcus can stay on the pullout.” Dorn suggested and Kelly agrees with him.

“Armando you sleeping on the floor and don’t get any ideas!” Marcus warns.

“Please Marcus, that boy is clearly in love with whoever in dem damn polaroids he got on him.” Mike teases and your face immediately turns red as you wipe down Armando’s wound. He tries to maintain a straight face but he couldn’t help the little smile that creeped up. Yes he was in love with you as crazy as it sounded. He wanted to tell you after the visit but he lost all his access due to the fight.

After playing nurse for everybody, it was time to clean up and get some rest. You and Armando headed off to the guest bedroom with the clothes and towels Dorn gave you. As soon as the door closed, you pulled him in for a hug. Yes he killed Captain Howard, but he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have any redeeming qualities. You let all your emotions come to the surface.

“I thought I lost you…”You let out a soft cry. Armando caress your face and wiped your tears. He didn’t deserve you even after hearing he killed Captain you still wanted to talk to him. He didn’t want to question it, he just thanked his lucky stars.

“You could never lose me mami. I love you Y/N. The day after the visit, I wanted to tell you but the fight happened and they cut off all my access. I love you I’m so lucky to even have you.” That all you needed to hear. You pulled him in a for kiss. This time you guys had extra hours to yourself no guards to interrupt your time.

“Alright stinky go take a shower!” He strips down and you took both of your clothes to the laundry. Obviously you checked to see if anyone was up but the lights were already out. Your dad and Uncle Mike already snoring in the living room. You hopped into the shower with him, taking in his figure for the first time. He had old scars and some new wounds but god was he handsome. The water cascading down his caramel skin had you drooling. You couldn’t help but take in how …..packed he was. He was already bricked up but you couldn’t blame him. You knew he’d be getting off to your picture so seeing you in front of him like this…..he was using the last bit of self control he had.

“Touch me….” You wrapped his arms around you as the water hits the both of you. The warmth of the water and the steam filling the air was adding to the heat you were feeling for him.

“I-I shouldn’t ….we should wait…” Your foreheads touching as his hands stay firmly at your waist. He didn’t want you to feel like you were obligated to give him some ass just cause he’s out of prison. He could easily help himself in the middle of the night or just have self control. But seeing you out those fucking scrubs had him bricked and aching.

“Armando I’ve waited long enough…please touch me….I need you…” you moved his hands to your ass and started to kiss on his neck.

Fuck. The self control was out the window.

🙊🙈

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[nanawritesit]

Mammon Imagine: He Finds a Picture of Him in Your Wallet

anonymous said: “Totally a fluffy moment. picture Mc with mammon and they buy something but mams sees a picture of them together or just mammon in their wallet. Dude is totally gushing over it. brothers probably ask why just him and are throwing pictures at you. Asmo got a whole picture stash we already know.”

—————

You were having a day out with the brothers, visiting several shops and markets together. After a full day of wrangling the seven of them all around the Devildom, you were in desperate need of some sustenance. Beel had enthusiastically suggested you all eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, as they were having a BOGO on burger meals, and you would only really have to pay for four people rather than eight. Happy to save some money, everyone agreed, and now you were all sat at a table enjoying your meals.

“Ooh, MC! Let’s go over to that claw machine! I see a super cute unicorn plushy that I really want!” Asmo pleaded, tugging on your arm as the meal was coming to a close.

“Alright, I’m coming.” you smiled patiently, moving to get up out of your chair. You grabbed your wallet out of your pocket it and handed it to the person sitting next to you, which just so happened to be Mammon. “Go ahead and pay for me and Asmo’s if the waitress comes by with the check, okay?”

“Oi! You should offer to pay for mine too since you’re leavin’ me to pay for your food!” Mammon scoffed.

“I figured you’d just take some of my money to pay for yours anyway.” you teased him, ruffling his snow white locks.

He blushed reluctantly as you scampered off to the other end of the restaurant with Asmo.

“How much longer are you going to pretend you’re not in love with them?” Belphie asked him nonchalantly once you were out of earshot.

Mammon gasped defensively. “Wh…? Whadya’ talkin’ about? I’m not in love with them…” His eyes darted down to your wallet in his hands that he was currently fiddling with to avoid the gaze of his brothers. “Besides, they don’t feel that way about me.”

“That’s true, you’re far too scummy.” Levi clicked his tongue apathetically, going back to his phone.

“Hey! That ain’t what I meant!” Mammon screeched back at his younger brother, wacking him on the shoulders. “Of course they like The Great Mammon. But only as a friend.”

“How can you be so sure?” Lucifer inquired, setting his silverware down to focus on his brother.

“I just know, okay?!” the avatar of greed huffed, annoyed that his brothers only seemed to be interested in what he had to say when he was talking about you.

“Alright, here’s the check!” the waitress suddenly interrupted the conversation. “Did you guys want to pay now, or are we still finishing up?”

“We can pay now, thank you.” Lucifer replied, motioning for everyone to hand over their money.

Mammon flipped open your wallet to retrieve the grimm, setting it down face open while he handed the money across the table to Lucifer. However as soon as he sat back down, something caught his attention. Behind your school I.D was the outline of a polaroid photograph. He debated on whether or not to pull it out and look at it. Just as he was about to however, Levi snatched the wallet away.

“Hey, what’s that picture?” the otaku asked, fumbling through the card holders to slip it out.

“Oi, stop! That’s MC’s!” Mammon retaliated, swiping at his brothers’ hands. They began tugging on either side of the wallet like little children, until Lucifer intervened and slapped them both upside the head, snatching the wallet away once they were busy wincing in pain.

“Honestly you two, all this commotion over a silly little photograph…” Lucifer grumbled, glancing down at it. He began slipping the picture out of its slot. “I suppose we’ll have no peace until it’s revealed.” He slapped the polaroid down on the center of the table, causing everyone to widen their eyes at the sight of it.

“Is that…?” Beel asked, shocked enough to even pause his eating for a moment.

“It’s me!” Mammon exclaimed, picking it up to inspect it further. The rest of the brothers all leaned forward to crowd around him, as if they couldn’t believe their own eyes. It was a picture you had snapped of him passed out in your bed after a night of drinking and gambling at the casino. The only part of you that was visible was one smiling eye and your forehead, as he took up most of the shot. He was curled up on his side and clinging onto you like a koala, fast asleep in a white t-shirt. His hair was messy and his face was puffy, but there was an adorable innocence to it that no one could deny.

“Hey everyone, look what MC won me!” Asmo suddenly chirped, holding out his new pink sparkly unicorn. You were trailing slightly behind him, the two of you now stopped in front of the table. “Um, what’s that? And why are you all so stunned?”

“Ya keep a picture of me in your wallet?” Mammon finally spoke in a small voice, his eyes sparkling with adoration.

You glanced over at the photograph in the center of the table, realizing it was yours. “Oh, yeah! I just thought you looked so cute, I look at it all the time. It makes me really happy.”

With that, Mammon’s face flushed a deep shade of hot pink. However, a sly grin soon made its way onto his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Well of course it does. A snapshot of me is bound to make anyone’s day brighter.”

“Oh please…” Levi rolled his eyes, obviously envious of your affections for Mammon. “I’ve got a couple pictures of you I could give MC that are way less attractive.”

“Oh yeah, so do I. I keep a special album on my phone just for them.” Satan agreed, swiping open his phone to show you.

“Aye! Guys, stop!” Mammon demanded, swiping their phones away from your view.

“I actually keep really nice pictures of all of us in my wallet.” Asmo declared, reaching for his purse. He then unzipped the hot pink leopard print wallet and dumped out a fat pile of photographs. Everyone gasped and reached forward to inspect them, except for Mammon who slid out of his chair to lead you away for a semi-private conversation.

“Please, don’t let them show ya any embarrassing pictures of me.” he pleaded, holding onto your hand. “I don’t think I could face ya again if they did.”

“Don’t worry Mammon. I don’t think I could ever find you unattractive.” you told him with an affectionate grin.

He blushed once again, his eyes darting to the ground bashfully. “Aye… ya can’t just be sayin’ things like that…”

“Why? It’s true.” you reassured him, gripping onto his hands comfortingly. He looked up at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes, to which you leaned forward and pecked his lips with your own. It was short, but sweet enough to stop his heart and make his whole body heat up.

“Wh…? MC! What was that all about?!” he exclaimed, mouth falling agape in shock.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” you asked, comically widening your eyes. “I like you, Mammon! A lot! I want us to be together!”

As soon as your words registered, his face broke out into an enormous grin. In an instant, he was placing his hands on your cheeks to press his lips to yours, longer and more passionately than your previous kiss. Your own hands came to rest against his chest, curving your body into his. As you pulled away, foreheads pressed together, you were startled by the eruption of applause from the entire restaurant, mainly from the rest of the brothers.

“Finally!” Belphie cheered, standing up on his chair. You had truly never seen him so energetic before.

You looked at each other, giggling at your slight discomfort, then held hands and walked back over to the table.

“So, are you two finally official?” Lucifer asked, folding his arms across his chest with an amused grin.

“Well, I’d say so.” Mammon sighed with a mildly cocky yet sincere tone. “After all, I am the one who’s picture is in their wallet.” He then leaned over to you and winked. “By the way, I’m gonna need a picture of ya that’s just as adorable as mine!”

[rogueddie]

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

For the next three days, Steve spends all his time hanging with El.

It's fun. She makes a little routine, once they find things they both enjoy, and does the best she can to make sure they're both happy. Steve is only confused when Hopper acts like she's really young- he can see how mature she is. She's practically a grown up!

It's calm, quiet, repetitive. That's why, when Hopper bursts inside one day, he's startled.

He's not supposed to be back for a while yet.

El is up, immediately, with a dark expression- like she's gearing up for battle. "What is it?"

"The Harringtons are home," Hopper says as he grabs some of the things the group had gathered, temporarily belonging to Steve. "They were asking too many questions. It's not safe for him here."

"Where will he go?"

"Munson said they can make room. They'd never think to look for him there and, knowing him, kid can probably hide him better than us."

El nods, satisfied, moving to help bag Steves things.

"Am I in trouble?" Steve finally asks.

"Not if I can help it," Hopper mutters.

"You are not in trouble," El quickly clarifies. "We are trying to make sure you are safe and happy. Eddie can do that for you, now that we can't. He cares for you. It will be ok."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

Neither let him help them get things together for him, reassuring him that they can take care of it- of him. El tries to include him, quietly asking him to get his yellow sweater.

But, soon, they're speeding out and and away from the little cabin that Steve has grown to love.

With how small and cramped it is, it felt so homely. Cozy. Lived in. Every corner is used for something, so many little signs of love and family- from the dishrack distant enough from the sink for two people to wash and dry, to the polaroids of El and her friends stuck to the walls.

It's why, when they pull into the trailer park, Steve feels hopeful.

The door opens, as soon as they stop, Eddie darting out to meet them in the middle. He grabs the bag, crouching a little to scoop Steve up and hold him on his hip, the same way Robin did.

"I got him," he says, reassuring. He looks too frantic for it to be convincing. "Go."

"Keep your radio on," Hopper replies. "Stay safe, kid!"

The engine starts up, pulling out and away, before Eddie can even step inside the trailer.

Another man is there, lounging on the sofa- he offers a small wave when he notices Steve looking, voice low and warm when he says; "hey kid, you alright?"

Steve nods, a little too nervous from the rush and new place to speak.

"I'm gonna get him set up in my room," Eddie explains, as he starts towards the hallway.

"Yell if you need anything!"

"That's my uncle," Eddie explains, as he steps inside the end room. Theres marks and tack on the wall, where posters used to be displayed but since taken down. "He's a big ol' softie, don't worry. He's gonna love you."

It takes Steve a moment to notice that the matress is the only bed in the room.

"Stay out of this draw," Eddie says, snapping his fingers to get Steves attention. He glances at the drawers, before patting the top. "Actually, don't go in any of these. Out of bounds, got it?"

"Out of bounds," Steve repeats, nodding.

"I'm gonna have to hang these up with my stuff," Eddie continues, opening his wardrobe. "Or... in this little box? Yeah, that's perfect, I'll just put them in here."

The box is sat at the very bottom, not too high and out of Steves reach.

"Uh... my guitars, too, don't touch them."

"I won't touch your things without asking."

"Thanks. But that's all, I think. Any questions?"

"Where am I sleeping?"

"There." He points to the mattress.

"Oh... where will you sleep?"

"The sofa. Wayne and I have a whole schedule figured out. It's a pull out bed, don't stress, it's fine."

"But your bed is here."

"And you're sleeping here."

"But it... you should sleep here. It's your room."

"Would you rather share?"

Steve looks to the mattress. It's not big, barely more than a single, but he's still small. Eddie is thin.

"Yes?"

"Boys!" Eddies uncle calls, before Eddie can reply. "Food!"

"We'll talk more at bedtime, alright?" Eddie offers.

Dinner is a quiet affair. Eddie seems uncomfortable the entire time, eventually admitting that they don't usually sit down for dinner- but Wayne quickly points out that they used to, when he was a kid. He points out that Steve deserves a nice family sit down too.

Steve struggles to keep him mouth shut, face neutral, at that. Despite only just meeting the man, the ease at which he offers his home and family is... Steve isn't sure. But it makes his stomach squirm, full of warmth and affection.

Most of the day is spent in front of the TV. Eddie is the only one really watching though- Wayne spends most of the time teaching Steve how to play cards.

The sky is turning dark with the setting sun when someone starts frantically pounding at the door.

"Where is he?" A familiar voice asks, when Eddie finally answers the door. "Hop said he's here, right?"

"He's here, come on."

Wayne gestures for Steve to come back out the little cupboard Eddie hard pointed to, for him to hide in.

"Steve," Robin sighs, crouching down so she can pull him into a painfully tight hug. "Are you ok? How are you doing? Do you need anything? Are you safe here? I can-"

"Buckley," Eddie snaps. He's smiling though, playfully smacks her shoulder. "He's fine, we're taking care of him."

"Good, that's good," she says, voice distant. She's too distracted, looking him over. She pauses when she lifts his hand, spotting the nail polish. "Oh, wow. These are, uh... really pretty. I didn't know you could paint nails so good."

"El did them," he quietly admits. He glances from Wayne to Eddie-

Who holds up his own hand, showing the black nail polish he's wearing.

"Not as cute as your yellow, but hey, black is my color."

"Black isn't a color, dipshit," Robin snorts.

Steve looks to Wayne, who wiggles his eyebrows when Eddie and Robin start bickering- which quickly devolves into playful wrestling.

"Ed," Wayne says, clicking his tongue. "Time."

"Oh, fuck," Robin replies, jumping up. "I have to go."

"So soon?" Steve frowns.

"Aw, don't give me those eyes, I have to! I wasn't meant to go out at all. I'll come back tomorrow, ok? I'll figure out something we can do. Deal?"

"Deal!"

Once Wayne has seen Robin out, he turns to Eddie with a raised brow. "Time for Steve to sleep, Eds."

"It's only-"

"Ed."

"Yeah, yeah, alright. Come on, big boy."

Standing in Eddies room, they both stare at the mattress. Steve turns to him, hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows at him.

He rolls his eyes, grumbling, "alright, fine, we'll try both of us. But don't whine when we don't fit or you're uncomfortable!"

He continues grumbling, as he digs through the wardrobe and some drawers, muttering about how he hasn't had to wear a pajama set for years.

Steve points to the bed, once they're both changed; "you get in first."

"Bossy."

Once Eddies laying down, Steve crawls in beside him, curling up to his side the way he does with his mother. It's so rare that she'd let him spend a night cuddled with her, but it's always brought so much comfort.

He's surprised that it's no different when it's Eddie that he's cuddling up to- he thinks it might be better. There's no complaints about sharing space with him, rather about the space.

"Is this ok?" He has to ask.

"Yeah," Eddie mumbles, shifting a little, arm curling a little tighter around him. "Yeah, it's alright."

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[essenceofelegance]

new year’s day

Luke Castellan x aphrodite!reader

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warnings: angst </3

There's glitter on the floor after the party,

He’s giving her that smile.

The one reserved for you.

The one you adored so, so much.

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Luke took her hand in his larger one, leading her back to her cabin.

He laughed at something she said.

You directly your attention back to cleaning up the Aphrodite cabin after a party, alone.

Luke used to do it with you.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

While you were cleaning you own bed, you found a polaroid picture of you and Luke from a year ago, probably.

You were wearing a pink, feathered cowboy hat, you were leaning into the camera, a bright smile on your face.

Luke’s hands were on your waist, he had a pink fur boa around him to match your hat.

You would give anything to have him hold you just one more time.

Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

Of course he would like an Athena girl.

They’re smart, they can fight, and they’re pretty.

Sure, she doesn’t have that radiant glow around her like you did, but she was still pretty.

She had h/c hair, like you did.

She also had e/c eyes.

But her’s… looked so much better than yours. It glowed.

She looked better, she could fight better, she was actually smart.

Your siblings reassured you, insisting that you were a daughter of Aphrodite, there was no way she was prettier than you.

But that wasn’t the way you saw it.

And in your eyes, that wasn’t the way Luke saw it either.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

You were teaching your usual archery lessons, when you spot Luke and his new girlfriend in a sparring match.

He looks happy.

Only, a different kind of happy.

Sure, you were good with a dagger, but not sword fighting. You were never good at sword fighting, you were only good at archery.

Maybe Luke wanted something who appreciated the things he liked to do.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road

"It's not you, it never was, its just that I feel like we don’t get each other anymore." Luke said.

"Yeah, I get it." you looked down to hide your unshed tears.

"Thanks for... everything," you gave him a forced smile.

“You were great. You were a great experience,” Luke said, as if to comfort you.

‘You were everything!’ you wanted to scream at him.

But you just smiled and walked away.

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

You watched as Luke celebrated his capture the flag victory with his new girlfriend.

You weren’t jealous,

you just felt replaced.

How could he replace you so easily when you felt like your heart would be empty for years?

Did you really mean that little to him?

You couldn’t bear watching them anymore.

Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

A total of 17 guys sent you flowers.

If you were a logical person, you would have at least hooked up with them, but little old you decided that you should wait for Luke.

So, you rejected every single guy that came up to you.

All your siblings are just straight up worried about you now, they knew how important Luke was to you, but not to this degree.

You still cry yourself to sleep every night,

they find you in the middle of the night going through a photo book of you and Luke.

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still wear the matching bracelet he gave you for your second anniversary.

He’s wearing a new one with his girlfriend.

You see them connecting their magnetic heart charm on their bracelet at campfires, while you’re here playing with yours that no longer had a match.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have his favourite hoodie under your bed.

You still have his favourite shirt under your bed.

You still have one of his camp t-shirts on your bed.

He caught you wearing his hoodie on you way to the bathroom in the middle of the night when you bumped into him.

He never questioned you or asked for it back.

Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you

You still have everything he gave you.

And I will hold on to you.

Everything reminds you of him.

That one bench where the two of you used to hang out on everyday,

ever your own bed, where he used to sneak in to talk to you at night.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate it when she makes him laugh.

You hate it when you hear that damn laugh.

You hate it because it didn’t happen because of you.

Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognise anywhere

You hate him because he’s not yours.

-

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

It’s been a couple of months.

You still wear his hoodie to sleep.

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[skrrts]

flowers & kisses (drabble)

✧ gn!reader x wooyoung ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, dating ✧ word count: 852

Wooyoung & you relax together in a field of wildflowers

a/n: i'm practicing drabbles because writing under 1k words is always hard. anon suggested "wooyoung & flowers"

The flower field had a light, sweet fragrance that mixed with the fresh scent of grass, creating a calm and inviting atmosphere. The sun was kind today, no longer burning and forcing you to find shelter in the shadows of a tree. Instead, sitting in the middle of the field of flowers was something you always wanted to do but never quite found the confidence to do on your own. Your boyfriend easily changed that.

Wooyoung was busy picking some of the wildflowers, the bouquet in his hands kept growing and you couldn’t entirely hold back a chuckle every time he pouted a little when it would not stay in place the way he wanted it to.

“Here, try it with this,” you opened your bag and pulled out one of the hairbands you always carried with you ever since the two of you started dating.

When Wooyoung decided to grow out his hair, scenarios where he forgot to bring one but wanted to tie it up became frequent. A smile spread on his lips as he leaned in to accept it.

“That’s a perfect idea!”

You watched as he carefully tied it around the flower stems and looked at his piece of art, seemingly satisfied.

“Now, I am almost a little jealous that your mom gets such a pretty gift but at the same time, I’m quite proud that I have such a thoughtful boyfriend.”

The moment Wooyoung turned around to say something, you managed to capture the stunning view in a polaroid. It would be one of those snapshots where the surprise was painted beautifully against a background that seemed like a movie.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” he called out, placing the flower bouquet aside and grinning at you.

“I hope you know this means revenge, yes?” As he was moving closer, you were only playfully leaning back.

“Is that so?” Your voice tried to be challenging but you were just soft; he did that to you but there was no regret about it.

Wooyoung was by your side, his arms curled around your waist and he forced you to fall down onto the blanket together with him, causing you to laugh softly as he pulled you closer.

“Caught you! Now you are mine!” He did not hesitate to shower you with dozens of tiny kisses all over your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

Wooyoung always had been so expressive with his affection, not only with loved ones but also with friends. Maybe that was why it took you a little while to realize he liked you more than a friend but for that, dating felt so natural. You never had to wonder about his emotions, he’d always show them to you just like that.

“I do not want to disappoint you, but I already was yours, Woo,” you looked up at him and could see the affection in his eyes.

His hand wandered up to brush strands of hair out of your face: “That is true. Ah, everyone said that one should put lots of effort into asking the person of your dreams out but you said yes before I even finished my question. So impatient.”

“Makes two of us,” you teased and he laughed.

“True, good for me! That way, I can just drag you to our little adventures.”

There was a happy sigh escaping his lips as he nuzzled his pretty face into your hair, pressing a kiss on top of it.

“I am not sure if taking a break in the middle of a field of flowers counts as such but even if not, I am content. Please continue to carry me away.”

You looked up at him, now being the one to pout. It caused him to chuckle but eventually, Wooyoung leaned down and kissed you. The kiss was sweet and soft, you enjoyed it when the two of you spent time just like that: easy and simple. Nights were exciting enough.

“I love you, y/n. Thanks for coming with me here today.”

The way his hair fell over his face and his eyes were so attentive, the smile soft yet always seemingly waiting like he was afraid you would not return it.

His fear would forever be unfounded.

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

You leaned in for another kiss and while you could feel him lean in, after just a moment, your boyfriend forced your lips apart.

“If we keep kissing, I can’t promise I will be able to stop doing so and then we probably won’t make it back to mom’s infamous citrus cake.”

Wooyoung pulled you up without letting go of you, placing you comfortably onto his lap and he reached out for the bouquet, handing it to you before taking the camera.

“Capture time! Show me your cutest face!”

You wanted to complain about how sudden it was, your hair a mess but Wooyoung already pressed his lips on your cheek and you chuckled as the moment was frozen in time in a polaroid.

A photo you gladly added to the walls of precious memories you shared with Wooyoung back in your room.

[zoropookie]

Would it spoil too much or... Is it ok for you to write a teensy-weensy bit of how smitten sm scara was with yn(or like their first kiss idk)

i’ll give you something that doesn’t show up in the story

“Hustle,” Kuni said, his hands hovering around his mouth to grab your attention. “We’re going to be late. It doesn’t take four minutes to put on shoes.”

“Sorry— just trying to…find Kazuha’s camera.” You struggled your words out, scavenging through the storage near the front door. “Oh man…there’s so much stuff in here.”

There was a school trip to Sumeru Akademiya paid for by the government — every student was already required to fill in an assignment that asks them what they want to consider studying. You wanted to organize an entire day of exploring a new nation, so the old reliable camera your brother used was best!

Except…you fail to find it. And Kazuha was already at work, so there weren't really any opportunities you could get to take pictures of cute dogs.

“That’s what happens when you don’t organize.” He deadpanned, bluntly jabbing his own polaroid camera into your side once he walked up. “This is my mom’s, if you want it. She wanted to give you a better birthday gift, so she gave me her leftovers. Don't find the appeal of keeping your stuff either, so here.”

You stopped to stare at the camera in his hands, eyes panning back and forth from him to the lilac object again. “Oh, no…I don’t think I should..”

“Take it.” He urged, shoving it in your hands which caused you to gasp, “She’ll let me have it if you don’t accept anything from her, she'll make it seem like I'm the one who didn't try giving it to you. Extremely irritating on the other side.”

“Really?” You frowned, “Do you want me to talk to her..?”

Kuni was about to open his lips to answer her eagerly, but his shoulders slumped at a newer resolution. “She’ll be who she wants to be. It’s not your problem, anyway.”

Marveling quietly at the camera, you turned it over in your hands and felt the cool and slick surface. The soft color was delicate and cute, a big difference to the chaos you left in your wake at the front door. Strewn around you were multiple boxes sitting out on the front door’s mat, but even with the mess, your brain wired solely on the gift.

You were closely thinking of the opportunities you’ll get while on the school trip to snap photos, smiling warmly all of a sudden at the fluttering you felt in your heart. “You keep saving my life,” You sighed in relief, looking Kuni in the eyes. “Thank you…”

He could only stare at you, as the wind blew against the both of you undistracting. His expression softened eventually, a tender smile spreading across his face. His eyes, usually sharp and intense, now vulnerable as he drank you in. “You did something different with your hair today.” He said softly.

You beamed. "You noticed?"

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, leaning in a little to his gentle touch. “It's nice.” He spoke quieter.

You nodded slowly, feeling a small rush of affection hit your cheeks as you started feeling bashful enough to turn your head away. "Haha..."

"Kiss." Kuni stated, not leaving room for you to reply correctly.

"Huh...?" Your voice cracked.

“Kiss,” he repeated, his voice gentle yet firm. He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours.

You felt your breath hitch, and slowly, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss. It was a small peck at best, but you felt your heart in your throat at the sheer proximity of him. A beautiful sight to see, which made you all the more nervous.

Satisfied, he hummed, delighted. "Okay, let's go."

As he nudged you along, you stiffened while you hesitantly shut the door. "I'll have to apologize to Kazuha when he gets back...I didn't mean to make such a mess." You said, quickly following after your boyfriend.

"He'll get over it."

[inlovewithpandora]

- Pretty -

Pairing: Earth!42 Miles x fem!reader

Request: [ @yagirlheree ] Hii love! I'm here for a astv request (and can't wait to see how the tsutey req will turn out!!) What about Miles 42 × Fem! Reader and they're like best friends, but Miles has feelings for her but never shows them cause they do stuff that friends do. One day they're sitting at the park and reader is amused by the nature and she takes pictures of the parts that she finds beautiful. And Miles hits her with his corny ass pickup line(which i love) and it's something like: "You taking pics of pretty stuff? Can I take a picture of you then?" And she hands him the phone/camera (whatever you'd like it to be) and then realises he just called her pretty. So she's like 'did you just call me pretty?' And he smirks and takes the picture of her all flustered and then the confession part, just do it however you'd like, and they start to dateee <3 extremely fluffy since miles has such a soft spot for reader when theyre all alone. Plus i hope this is detailed <3 love uuu

Synopsis: Watching you explore the wonders of nature made Miles decide to make a pass at you, hoping it goes the way he plans.

Content: Aged!up Miles, reader being a nature lover, implied mutual pining, fluff, Miles being a softie and extra fluffy, love confession, first kiss, best friends to lovers trope, new relationship, no use of y/n, use of pet name(s)

Author’s Note: Nadia ty for requesting! This was detailed enough and I loved writing it! Love you babes, I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations❤️!

Word Count: 735

Glossary: princesa - princess

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As Miles sat on the park bench, you walked around taking pictures of anything that engrossed your attention. “Look, Miles, they have my favorite plant!” A squeal of excitement passed through your lips as you took out your Polaroid camera and took a picture of the flowers in front of you. You were so excited to see all the different flowers and plants that were scattered around the park, while Miles was just scrolling on his phone, every so often looking up at you, sporting that childlike smile on your face.

Miles always loved that about you, how you would get excited over the smallest things and how you would go into a frenzy if you discovered a new flower that you found beautiful. As you wandered through the park, Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He’s always thought you were beautiful, but he never said anything because he felt like the relationship between you was “too platonic” for you to feel the same about him.

Every time he felt like he should confess his feelings, he let his brain override his heart, but today he decided to say something subtle, just to test the waters. “Since you’re takin’ pictures of pretty stuff can I take a picture of you next?” You turn around and see him stand behind you, no longer sitting on the bench.

You hand him the camera, not fully processing his words until he was about to snap the picture. “Wait, Did you just call me pretty?” You’ve never heard him say anything affectionate toward you before, so it took you by surprise when you finally understood what he said.

A smirk grew on Miles' face upon hearing your surprised expression. Instead of replying to your question, he continued the act of taking the picture. “Say cheese, princesa.”

As you posed for the picture, your face began to heat up and a flustered smile spread across your cheeks. Once the picture developed, Miles looked at in awe, your beauty was unmatched in his eyes.

When he handed you the picture, he finally decided to answer your question. “Yes I called you pretty because that’s what you truly are. I’ve always thought you were to be honest. I’ve developed feelings for you since we became friends but I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” Miles began to rant, sounding and looking vulnerable, which made your heart melt given he’s not the type of person who wears their heart on their sleeve. “Basically what I’m saying is…” he gets a little closer and cups your cheek while taking a deep breath, “I want us to be more than friends.”

“Miles, I never realized your feelings ran deeper than friendship.” You always had a place in your heart reserved for Miles, but you never thought you would be able to let him in because you assumed he didn’t like you back, but now, that thought has dissolved.

“So what do you say? Do you wanna give us a chance?” His eyes scanned your facial expressions as he spoke, hoping that you would give him the answer he was hoping for.

“Yes, I wanna give us a try. I love the idea of ‘us’!” You flashed him a bright loving smile, feeling a joyous sensation rise inside you knowing that you had Miles as a best friend and a lover.

As you and Miles look at each other with eyes filled with love and warmth, both of you unknowingly begin to lean into each other and both of your lips synchronized and explored the other. His lips were soft and the kiss was fiery. Being in his warm embrace and his hands resting on your hips made you want to melt into a puddle.

Once the two of you pulled apart, you couldn’t help but grin at him as your cheeks burned from giddiness. Miles thought it was adorable the way you lit up after the kiss. “We should take a picture, to commemorate this moment.” Miles nodded in agreement and raised the camera in front of you, and right before he hit the shutter button, he pressed his lips against your cheek, making you giggle.

When the picture developed, you grabbed it and showed it to Miles. “What do you think?”

“Beautiful, just like you, princesa.”

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I was and always will be a one direction fan. Liam was (I hate saying was.. fuck) my favorite. I was around 11 or 12 years old (in 2011) when I first discovered one direction and so I literally spent my teenage years growing up with the boys. Their impact was huge. Towards the end of 2015 and in 2016 when they started their hiatus I guess I was listening to different music and honestly just growing up i guess. Not to say I didn't still love or listen to 1D I definitely did but I didn't spend time on fandom Twitter or Tumblr anymore (which naturally means you drift from what's going on). When they released their solo work I heard strip that down/polaroid and a few others I think and it wasn't the music genre I was listening to at the time. My regret is not listening to the rest of Liam's music that I would have resonated more with. He deserved better. The last few weeks I had seen so much hate towards him which I didn't understand. None of it to do with Maya. It was all about how cringe or attention seeking he was. Heard of the Logan Paul interview (fuck him) and all the hate Liam was getting for that. I was disappointed he said the things he did but it wasn't coming from a place of malice, he was suffering. We all say things we don't mean when we are suffering.

I'm sad and angry and heartbroken. Liam deserved more. I hope he's at peace and in heaven.

I think it's unfortunate that Liam didn't have a good, solid team around him when he first went solo. It's not that I didn't like Strip That Down, but I don't think that should have been his sound completely. Yes, come out with that right away - but then tone it down. Teardrops and his unreleased stuff sound way more like the sort of stuff Liam should have been doing from the get-go. And I think that comes down to not having a good mentor or team/label guiding him.

Then there is obviously the fans, I wish they'd turned up before. Teardrops has been out for a while; what do you mean, you think it's great now? Not to mention that the majority of the 1D fandom just didn't turn up for his solo stuff.

Here's the thing about the Logan Paul interview: maybe he said it in the wrong way. But it truly wasn't that bad. And if Harry had said the exact same thing, there would be no backlash. If Zayn had said it, there would have been no backlash. That's the reality. It's because he wasn't most people's favourite. So they weren't prepared to give him the grace they gave the others. It was very obvious to me back then that he was not doing well.

There's no point in rewriting history, what's done is done at this point. We can't change it. There's no going back. Try not to be too hard on yourself.

[herejusttosufferalong]

Alright, I know I’m a bit late to the conversation, but I can’t get over the Deuxmoi debacle. Seriously, what on earth is going on? How can anyone think the whole incident was a coincidence or believe the girlfriend was the one who arranged it? It's painfully obvious it was orchestrated. With so many people talking about it—PR anons, is there ANY chance A could have been the one to call the paps? I just don’t see how she’d have access to those resources.

Now, about Luke’s behavior during all this—it’s baffling. If you arranged this, at least try to act like you care about the girl. Walking ahead, refusing to properly hold her hand, come on. The picture that annoys me the most is the one where A is pointing at the car while Luke is in the background signing autographs. It reeks of attention-seeking. Where is his sister? Why is she acting like she’s the one the paps are there for, which technically they are, but still.

I’ve been thinking a lot about why Luke appeared so aloof with his girlfriend. Here’s my theory: have you ever made a decision and, when it comes time to execute it, something in the back of your mind tells you it’s not right? Like your body REFUSES to let you do it??? I think that’s what happened with Luke. He might’ve thought, "How romantic would it be to claim my girl on the premiere day of the show where I’m the lead?" I can see his girlfriend and friends encouraging him. Heck I can even see A and S picking out that dress she wore. I really fucking hope that wasn’t deliberate. Maybe he did this to distract from the debacle with A’s mom, but I also think he genuinely thought it was a good idea. But on the day, he froze. Almost like it hit him why this wasn't a good decision. He couldn’t bring himself to hold her hand. As frustrating as that was, it gave me hope that he knows deep down what his priorities should be and that he’ll work towards them.

Nic is really starting to annoy me. Don’t get me wrong, I still love her and Luke, but she’s getting on my nerves. Her friends say she’s too good for her own good. HARD FUCKING AGREE. Clearly, Luke and his girlfriend don’t care about any of this, so why is Nic even bothering to help? It seems like she’s done with it for now, at least. Luke won’t learn if Nic keeps stepping in. Let him deal with it and figure it out on his own.

And finally, about polaroidgate—Nic knows people are watching. I think she kept it at first without thinking, saw the traction it got in Australia, and decided to keep it longer. Every time people saw it, they went crazy, myself included. I’m not saying she kept the polaroid solely for PR reasons, but I do think she’s holding onto it until the buzz for season 3 dies down. Honestly, I don’t think she cares that much. One day, she’s just going to remove it while on set in her little fairy costume. Can’t wait for it! Sorry, I know this was a bit of a rant but had to get it off my chest.

Just wanted to give a shoutout for this blog. It's really cool to see a place where different perspectives are welcomed and encouraged. The way you keep things balanced makes the discussions way more interesting. Thanks for all the hard work you put in. You really help keep my delulu alive, really appreciate it!

Thank you for sharing your pov of events!

Sorry it took me so long to get to your message

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲

✧·˚ you and alex host a new year’s eve party but get caught in your own little world, distracted by each other

“you have a piece of confetti in your hair alex.”

“do i? can you get it for me?” he leans his head down for you to pluck the shiny golden confetti out of his hair whip holding your glass of champagne closer to your chest.

“there.”

“happy new year’s my love.” he smiles and leans in to give you a proper new years kiss. “and to many more with my soulmate.” you giggle as he kisses you again.

it’s a sweet moment where it feels like it’s just you two and there’s no one else at the very large new year’s eve party. the only thing that seem to have your attention is him and how happy he makes you feel, these past few years have been nothing but bliss with him and you can’t wait for more with him.

you’re each other’s everything and you can’t imagine a future without him in it.

later in the night as your friends leave your place one of them hands you a polaroid picture of the two of you, it’s obvious that the two of you are in your own little world in the photo with all the chaos going on around the both of you but you only seem to be focused on each other. it’s an amazing picture that you have kept close to you ever since it was given to you.

“what did they give you?”

“the best photo i’ve ever seen of the two of us.” you say as you show it to him.

“wow you’re not kidding!”

alex looks in awe at the photo as he examines it with his professional photographer eyes. he seems as enamored with it as you are.

“i call dibs!”

“what no fair!” he smiles as you quickly take the photo back.

“you already have a wallet photo, this one is mine.”

“fair enough.” he says, pulling you into his arms and placing a quick peck on your lips. “you deserve the best photos of us anyway.”

he holds you from behind as you both admire the adorable photo.

“we should finish cleaning up this place.” you say, not looking away from the polaroid in your hand. you feel alex rest his head on your shoulder.

“yeah you’re right.” kiss “we should definitely” kiss “get” kiss “around to that.”you can’t help but laugh at his advances; distractions.

you know that if you don’t clean up now it will never get done so you must persist with the suggestion to start cleaning up.

“alex~ stop i have to get a broom.”

“alright alright, we can clean.”

alex starts with getting a large bag to collect bottles and trash that laid askew across the tables and shelves of the place.

the gold and sliver confetti litters the floors of your apartment as well as plenty of empty cups, glasses and bottles.

in a less then a few hours your home is finally clean and you both retire the the couch with a big huff of relief. you curl into alex’s side and relax as you see the first rays of sunlight peak through the window. the first day of the new year will spent in the arms of your boyfriend.

this will definitely be a good year as long as alex is with you.

i miss him even though he treated us like shit in the end.

.love always <3 pearl

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[albertasunrise]

Where reader sings in a contest in a community (not Jackson) in front of everyone to win a guitar to give to Joel, making Joel angry at first when he gives him the idea because they were with Ellie still on their way to get to Jackson. As Joel and Ellie look for them in the community, their jaws drop when they recognize their voice on stage. Since Reader snuck out and to avoid misunderstandings, Reader wears a wig and glasses so he won't notice her. I got this idea from the song "Opportunity" by

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You'd been surprised to see the fliers.

Singing Contest - This Friday

First Prize an Acoustic Guitar

You had signed up immediately. Remembering a conversation you'd shared with Joel just a few nights prior after one too many glasses of whiskey.

"I used to play you know?" He's said as you listened to the guitar play on the old record he'd managed to find during a run.

The apartment he'd managed to acquire when after arriving at the Boston QZ had, had a record player left abandoned deep inside one of the cupboards so whenever he'd come across a record that wasn't wrecked, he'd brought it back with him.

"That so?"

"Mhmm." He'd drunkenly nodded his head, a small smile gracing his lips "Had this beautiful acoustic guitar. Would play to Sarah when she was a babe, always made her smile." He'd stated wistfully as his eyes filled with tears "Reckon I've forgotten how to play by now though."

His tearful expression had haunted you since that evening. You'd been a little shocked that he'd shared something so personal with you. He never talked about his daughter. She was a subject that wasn't broached. You'd only learned of her existence when you'd found a small polaroid picture of a newborn in one of his kitchen drawers. You'd assumed that it was something left behind but the previous occupants but when Joel had walked in to see you holding the photo up to look at it better, he'd told you it was of his daughter.

His very dead, daughter.

You didn't think you'd win the contest. You had been told growing up that you had a lovely singing voice. You'd even sung to Joel once or twice but you'd never really practised all that much. You thought you'd go, sing, lose and then move on.

Only... you didn't lose.

...

The door opening and closing dragged your attention away from the old, worn, copy of Pride and Prejudice you were reading. Books were hard to come by, most of them having perished as nature took back what was hers.

"Evenin'" Joel called out as he threw his coat on the back of one of the dining chairs and walked into the kitchen.

"Rough run?" You asked and he nodded "Tess' meetin' with her contact. Should have the money by tomorrow."

The mention of Tess' name had a zap of jealousy rush through you. You weren't entirely sure what you meant to Joel Miller. He was kind to you. Let you stick around. Fucked you when he was horny and borderline blanked you when he wasn't but you took what you could get. So you swallowed down the pain and carried on.

"I have a surprise for you." You piped up, a grin spreading across your face as you got up from your seat on the couch.

"What?" He asked a little shorter than perhaps he'd meant as he winced as soon as he spoke "What'ya mean a surprise?"

"Just close your eyes." You replied, standing there defiantly until he did "Keep them closed."

Joel huffed out a long sigh but he kept his eyes closed and when you grabbed your present, you bounced on your toes a moment before speaking.

"Okay... Open them." You spoke and grinned as Joel looked at you and then the guitar bag in your hands, shock evident in his features "Ta-da!!!" You chuckled as you opened the bag to reveal a stunning guitar inside "You like it?"

Silence reigned over you both for a while as Joel stared at the instrument and at first, you were giddy with excitement but the longer he said nothing, the more nervous you got.

"Joel?"

"Where the hell did you get that?" He snarled, his gaze drifting up to you.

"I won it." You explained, "There was a singing contest today and the winner got this guitar." You paused, weakly smiling at him in the hope it would lighten the mood "Spoiler alert, I won."

"So?"

"So I won this for you, Joel." You stated and he abruptly got to his feet "After that story, you told me about playing to Sarah as a baby, I thought this would be a nice gift for you."

"Don't you dare say her name!" He spat and you shrunk from him.

This wasn't a side of Joel you'd ever seen before and it scared you. Joel was never a man to wear his heart on his sleeve and he was often angry, but never had you felt like he could hurt you. Till now.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you." You choked, tears pooling as you started to shake.

"Why?" He spat "You're not my fucking girlfriend." He growled and your heart broke.

No... you aren't anything to him. That much was clear now.

"Sorry." You sobbed and he threw his head back and groaned.

"Great... she's crying." He snarled and him talking about you in the third person hurt more than his statement "I'm going to fucking bed."

"Ok." You replied, voice wobbling.

"See you in the morning." He grumbled as he threw himself down on the bed the two of you often shared.

But he wouldn't.

...

Joel rubbed his eyes as the light from outside filtered through the old curtains hung over the windows. His hand fell to the bed beside him and he noticed the sheets we cool to the touch. You weren't there.

He called your name but received no reply and his brows pulled together in confusion.

"You ignorin' me now?" He grumbled as he pushed himself up and out of bed "Look I'm sorry for snappin' at you but-"

He stopped dead when he realised that the apartment was empty. You weren't there. His eyes scanned the kitchen but nothing looked out of place and he thought that perhaps you'd popped down to the market. So he then headed to the table, looking for the note that you always left him when you popped out to run any errands. It had become an unspoken thing between the two of you. He always let you know what job details he was doing and so did you. He always left a note if he was leaving to go anywhere and so did you.

This time, there was nothing.

No note.

"Fucks sake." He grumbled as he scraped a hand over his face.

He knew he'd been out of line last night but seeing that guitar had stirred up some old feelings that he had thought had long been buried. He had learned to keep his feelings buried. Feelings made you weak and in this world, you couldn't afford to be weak.

His eyes scanned the rest of the apartment and that's when he noticed that your pack was gone. Along with your coat and your gun that you always kept on the unit beside the door. This revelation had Joel's heart speeding up and then his eyes fell onto the guitar bag. Stepping towards it, he crouched down to inspect it and noted that it wasn't zipped up. Upon opening it, he learned the guitar was no longer inside.

You were gone.

You'd left him.

He stared numbly at the empty space where the instrument should be sat and he felt an emotion wash over him that he'd not felt for a very long time. Grief.

For the first time in 19 years... he cried.

1 Year later...

"We got a small gathering happening at the local haunt this evenin'... Should come." Said Tommy as he gave his brother's arm a friendly pat.

"Why?" Joel grumbled, eliciting a smirk from his brother and Ellie.

"Because brother... it'll be good for you to let your hair down for a night." Tommy replied "Got this gal singing tonight... Lovely singing voice. Perhaps if you have a few drinks... You might even play us a tune."

"Not likely." Joel grumbled, a small smirk forming on his lips "Guess we can come for a bit." He said as he looked down at Ellie's hopeful face.

"Yes!" Ellie whispered as she punched the air.

"See you later then brother."

...

The bar was a quaint little place. Lit up with lights they'd clearly scrounged from various places. There was a small stage set up in the corner, a stool sat atop it with a guitar leant against it.

"Here." Said Tommy as he handed his brother a drink and Joel nodded his thanks before scanning the room for Ellie, finding he talking to a woman whose back was turned.

"So you need to get her to the fireflies huh?" Tommy asked, pulling Joel's attention back to him.

"That's right." Joel replied as he turn around to face the bar again.

People started to clap for what Joel assumed was to be the evening's entertainment. He let out a sigh as he took another swig of the drink Tommy gave him. Savouring the burn it let after he'd swallowed it and closed his eyes. Just for a second.

Then it started.

The haunting notes of 'Mad World' filled his ears and he snorted at the irony. Appropriate opening song. But his smile fell the moment he heard that voice. A voice that had haunted his dreams for a year and he could turn his head quickly enough.

There you were, eyes closed as you sang. Fingers delicately plucking the strings with practised ease. His legs carried him unconsciously towards you.

"And I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had" You sang, your eyes opening then and widening when they fell on Joel "I find it hard to tell you. I find it hard to take" You carried on singing, eyes now brimming with tears as the two of you stared at each other.

You didn't take your eyes off of him until the song ended. The room then erupted into cheers and you smiled at the people you'd come to call your friends since arriving. You were pretty sure it was a case of sheer dumb luck that had found you stumbling into this town a little under a year ago. You'd been malnourished and severely dehydrated. Tommy found you passed out on one of his patrols and when ascertaining that you were not infected, had gotten his wife to nurse you back to health.

You then continued your set, singing a handful more songs before putting your guitar down and making your way over to the bar. Your eyes closed when you felt Joel's presence behind you and you cursed your inability to hide how your hands shook.

"Hi." Here whispered, his soulful eyes studying your profile.

"Joel." You replied, turning to give him a cold look that had him shrinking back from you.

"H-how have you been?" He stuttered, suddenly unsure of how to approach you.

"Great!" You replied, throwing back the last of your drink and stomping over to the stage to grab the guitar you'd won all those months ago.

You didn't notice that Joel followed you. You were too desperate to get out of there as quickly as possible but when you'd made it not ten feet from the bar, he called your name and you stopped dead in your tracks. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face him. Carefully schooling your expressions so that he couldn't see how deeply affected you were, seeing him again.

"Why did you leave?"

Your brows shot up at his question and you scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief.

"You know why I left Joel." You growled, eyes burning with a year's worth of pent-up anger.

"But you didn't leave a note." He continued in a tone you'd never heard come from him before "I worried myself sick about you."

"Course you did!"

"I DID!" He yelled and you jumped at the sudden volume change "I took such shitty care of myself that I almost died of an infection."

"Not my fault you're a stubborn asshole." You snarled, your anger coming to a head "I did something nice for you and you screamed at me." You snapped "I was in love with you Joel... I gave myself to you... Body and soul and you trampled all over me."

"I'm sorry." He choked and you snorted in derision.

"Yeah well... Your apology is about a year too late."

"I love you..." He trailed off, tears falling freely and you looked at him in shock as he continued "The day I found out you'd left me was the day I cried for the first time in twenty years."

"Joel-"

"I know my reaction was shitty." He interrupted "I hated how I spoke to you that night and it's haunted me ever since." He sobbed "You giving me that guitar... Well, it was the nicest thing someone had done for me in a long time and suddenly, I was being dragged back to my thirty-sixth birthday. My daughter had gotten this watch fixed for me. I'd been meanin' too for years but never got round to it but she stole some money from me and got it done for me... Honest thief, she called herself." He chuffed, brushing a hand over his face and wiping his tears away "That was outbreak day... I lost her that night whilst trying to escape. Some army fucker with a gun shot at us. Grazed me and killed my baby girl."

You took a few ginger steps towards him. Your expression softened as you cupped his cheek and nudged it up so your eyes locked.

"You stirred up feelin's I thought I'd buried... 'nd I lasted out." He sniffed, brows pinched tightly together as he let out a shaky breath "Losin' you... Well, it hurt almost as much as losin' her."

"Joel-"

"I'm so sorry."

"Its o-"

"I fucked up so bad and I've been punishing myself ever since and I never thought I'd see you again but I'm-"

You shut him up with a kiss. His body relaxed as he started to kiss you back and you smiled when he cupped the back of your head to bring you closer. When the kiss broke you pulled back, smiling at his obvious shock.

"What was that for?" He asked shyly and you grinned.

"You were rambling."

"Sorry."

"Never heard you speak so much." You teased and he grinned "I forgive you, Joel Miller." You whispered, your eye flitting to his lips a moment "Now kiss me."

[starliights-shining]

Hiiiii um I hope it’s not a bother, I was wondering if you could write some fluffy stuffs of mtmte Swerve w/ a fem! Human s/o? She’s very curious and chatty so they immediately hit it off well :> she probably traveled a lot on Earth, so she has a lot of stories to share with him!!! Hope this made sense haha <3

Of course I can lovely! You are not a bother at all! I had a friend who really like Swerve, so this should come easily, but if it doesn't and i do mess up his character I apologize. I do hope this is what you were looking for! Enjoy :)

Pairing: MTMTE! Swerve x Human! Reader

Warnings: None,

You love to travel, when you lived on Earth it was all you ever did. Hands gripping a steering wheel, heart shaped sunglasses, and the wind in your hair. You spent the first few years in the US, especially after you got your license. Late night trips and early morning drives, that's how you live. It’s different now, with the whole space thing, but you still get to travel astound the universe and what not, so you cant really complain. 

“So what’d you do before you joined the Lost Light?” 

The question stuck to your attention, the little red and white bot staring at you through their visor. You smiled, cupping the glass of water in your hands. 

“I traveled a lot, like a lot. Probably not as much as you guys do, but it's something.” 

“Oh really,” 

His tone sounded interesting, a red servo holding a glass and the other wiping it with a towel, a bright smile on his face as well. It was inviting, made you want to talk more, far more than you probably should, but talking is what made you interesting to people, well that's what you think. 

“Where’d you go?” 

“Oh, anywhere I could if I had the money. Places like Greece, Egypt, Japan, Bora Bora.”

You watched as his smile got bigger, he placed the glass down and picked up another. 

“Bora Bora! The Bora Bora? Wow, you really are a traveler!” 

His interest peaked so easily, you simply mentioned simple spots everyone on earth has heard of, but you guess that's to be expected when the person you’re talking to is a big metal space alien. You smiled at him, nodding your head before speaking again.

“Yeah, I got a bunch of pictures from when I went to Hold on.” 

You reach for your book bag strap, pulling it off your shoulder to pull the entire bag over you and into your lap and start digging through it. You mumble a bit to yourself as you dig for an envelope. 

“I know I have them in here somewhere.” 

Your hands finally feel the familiar thickness of the envelope, pulling it out of the bag. You moved the bag to sit in the chair to your left. Fingers moving swiftly to skim through the hundreds of postcards and polaroid photographs. They finally stop once you see the photo, you standing in that crystal clear blue water, wearing your swimsuit and signature heart shaped sunglasses resting on your noise, Mount Otemanu in the background. You handed the photo to him, his digits taking the photo softly and flipping it to see what it was. You went back to looking for things to show him in the envelope.

“You weren’t lying, Did you know, Sky Pirates was filmed in Bora Bora! Isn’t that the coolest. Personally, it's on my bucket list of places to go.” 

You looked up, curious. It's like he knew you went there because of that movie.

“Yeah! That's why I went, Sky Pirates are like a staple in my childhood!” 

A smile plastered on your face, hands flat on the bar in front of you, he knew Sky Pirates. You could feel the excitement bubbling up from your stomach. He placed the photo back on the bar towards you. 

“You know Sky Pirates!” 

“Yeah, it's an earth movie. I know a lot about Earth movies. They’re like not only the second best thing to come out of Earth but they are so cool. Action movies have people actually doing that crazy stuff for money and it just looks so cool.” 

The bot went on for a moment, rambling about action movies and asking you a few questions about some. It wasn’t until he saw you flipping through more photos that he asked about your own stories and adventures. You pulled a chuck on paper out of the envelope, and spread it around. Looking at the bot with a smile. 

“Pick one, I’ll tell you about it!” 

He chuckles, placing a servo on his chin as if he's thinking. 

“Alright.” 

He scans them all, looking from top left right and then down. He finally decided on one, digits pointing and then picking it up. 

“This one looks fun!” 

He hands it to you, a smile appearing on your face as you turn it over. It was your first ever trip picture, you looked far younger than you thought you did. Hair pulled up, a different pair of sunglasses and there was a silly little sticker at the bottom of it. A half circle with the depiction of the sunrise and a cactus, it read “Here Comes The Sun.” It was one of the first places you drove to, you went to see a friend, but on the way the friend had ended up breaking things off, so you were left with yourself and then the entire state of AZ. 

“What’s the story behind that one?” 

You sighed, but kept that bright smile on your face. 

“This is the first trip I went on, the first place I drove to. I originally went to visit a friend, but things happened. So I was left with an entire state to explore by myself, which I did! Hints the orange canyons in the background. God, I bought a lot of polaroid film.” 

You laughed to yourself, throughout the trip you were sad, but now all you remembered were the good times you had with strangers and the nice views you got to see. You’d do it all over again if you could. 

“Wow, you really do travel! I travel a bit.” 

He could see the way your eyes light up at the last bit of his sentence. You had grouped up the rest of your photos, the little mound of them in front of you. You looked up at the bot like he spoke about magic and flying dragons. 

“You travel, omg, Tell me about it! It must be so different from how it is from the way I traveled on Earth. That’s so cool. Traveling space that's like uber cool, way cooler than traveling around Earth. OMG! Have you been to pluto? Jupiter?” 

You paused, you had realized you were now standing on the root rest of the bar stools, hands planted firmly on the bar. You got too excited, the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do. You look around the bar, no one seems to care about your loudness. You take your seat again and look back towards the red and white bot. His smile had dropped and his servo was hanging in the air. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to get too excited.” 

He laughed, that big smile came back to his face and his servo lowered. 

“It’s all good, Glad to see you're interested in my stories.” 

He went back to cleaning glasses as he started off his story. He started with the characters, well other Cybertronians, giving a quick summary for each person and then continuing with the story. It was far more interesting than your Earth stories. Your hands cupped around the glass of water as you listened intently to the story. He had gotten to a point where the story was taking place in the same bar you sat in. He mentioned something about a drink, Engex, which piqued your interest. 

“What’s En, Engex?” 

A confused look on your face as you asked the question as he laughed, a big hearty laugh. 

“It’s a Cybertronian drink.” 

“Really,” 

You paused, your hands pulled the class in them closer. Your eyes looked at the wall behind him, the neon lights that set the mood. They lit up the white parts of Swerve's body into a ray of colors, when your eyes finally snapped back to him, a curious smile on your face. 

“Ya got any, that I can try?” 

He straightened up, setting the glass and towel down as he scanned your face. 

“Yeah, here.” 

His servo reached for an empty glass, while his other went under the counter top to grab what you assumed was the bottle drink. He poured the drink into the glass that sat in front of you, you watched as the liquid fell into the glass. It shined like it was magma, the metal of the bar underneath it shined with a little orange. It was small, you actually hadn’t realized how small it was. He pulled the bigger bottle away, his servo rested on the back of the glass, he paused, almost like he didn’t want to give it to you. 

“Careful, I’m not sure if this is human safe.” 

“I’ll be fine.” 

You drug out the end of ‘fine’, as he pushed the glass towards you. His smile was small, but it was there as he watched you pick the glass up and take a small sip. The drink lit your face up like a flame, the light orange glow. You pulled the glass back and your face contorted, your nose wrinkled and your eyebrows knit together. The taste was not what you were expecting, it was bitter, it gave you a bit of warmth as it went down. You placed the glass back down and looked up at the bot. 

“Not what you were expecting, huh?” 

You shook your head, your face started to relax. You grabbed the glass of water and chugged it. You tried your hardest to get the taste of your mouth, but the water didn’t help. 

“You should see the look on your face!”

He was laughing, that same laugh he always gives, which caused you to laugh. The sound of both your laughs were all you could hear within the bar, but maybe that's just what Swerve has been needing, someone to make this bar come to life. 

[nightswithkookmin]

I really like your blog and how you voice your opinions! just wanted to say that it's really funny how everyone are and still saying how JK birthday video for Jimin had nothing to do with Jimin and how it only meant to be sexy for Army but if you search the words Jungkook birthday Taehyung on twitter all you get is lots of tweets about people can't wait for a JK thirst trap for V birthday dated 3 days ago or Why didn't we got/Where is the thirst trap for V birthday dates 2 days ago and when they got called out they said it has nothing to do with Jimin or jokers calling everyone fools and clowns. Which means this fandom and that subgroup if filled with liarsss because if it's nothing sexy and it ain't for Jimin why they want the same thing for their bias and why they want that type of greeting so badly

IT WASN'T FOR JIMIN????😳😳😳😳

DOES THE WORD JIMIN MEAN SOMETHING ELSE IN TUKTUKKER TALK??????

Happy birthday bro posted on 13th October- gee I wonder who he was wishing that bdae msg to

It couldn't possibly be jimin cause JM was born on the 13th month of tzulekber which is not even on the Gregorian calendar gotcha

And if you pay close attention he said Jhamin not Jimin. There's no one in BTS called JWAMIN

He wanted to be sexy for Army on JMs birthday just as his mother thought she would make his son a birthday soup on someone else's son's birthday

He made a portrait of Hobi for hobi on his birthday, exclusive to Hobi. The members taunted him for one but NO ONE GOT THE SAME GIFT. AS NO ONE SHOULD.

IT'S A ONE OF A KIND GIFT MEANT TO SHOW HOW HE FEELS TOWARDS WHOEVER RECEIVES IT.

He posted a photo of Suga on stage shot by him.

HE POSTED A PERSONALIZED VIDEO MESSAGE FOR JIMIN, DID HIS HAIR, PUT ON COLOGNE AND HIS CHRISTMAS OUTFIT- HE HAD A LOT ON HIS CHEST BUT DECIDED I'LL KEEP IT SHORT.

Do people understand that BTS members are high profile celebrities too? If any other artist hand painted a portrait or photographed another celebrity and sent it to them signed they would hang it in their living room and display it on their trophy shelf.

Do they know how much a gift like that is worth??

Clue, BTS costumes are currently on display in museums and anything they made get sold to us at a price as merch.

I hate when they do this gosh. They are so dense.

I bet JK was gonna make a video essay enumerating all the things Jimin had done for him and just how much he loves Jimin but changed his mind last minute.

THEY ARE TOO SLOW TO CATCH HIS DRIFT.

Perhaps he made a video message for JM because Video messages and Polaroid back and forth between them is how they communicate their love- WHY YALL THINK HE WAS FILMING THOSE GCFS😩

Because JM hates video messages???

The same guy who prefers face timing as a form of communication and spends ours face timing his soulmate on his sick bed??? Mmkay.

And perhaps he made a portrait because Hobi have always wanted him to make a portrait of him and Suga has always wanted to be photographed by JK?

For whatever reason this man has decided, no he is not going to treat everyone the same or standardize his affections for people in the name of equality and preserving the status quo to make people happy.

I WONDER WHY?!

It's not like he was constantly told to treat all the members the same and do for all what he does for one lest his relationship with X or Y stands out in the group. It's not like he felt pressured to normalize his relationship with certain members and act like they weren't special at all

Jikook is platonic twins from the same womb but THEY ALWAYS SUPERIMPOSE THEIR FAVE ONTO JIKOOK SELCAS

THEY SHOULD FRANKLY LEAVE JUNGKOOK ALONE TO DO AS HE PLEASES WITH WHOMEVER.

Dude has been posting Tae Kook photos on his gram, liking his posts and supporting his content, doing dance challenges with him.

And he is out here posting birthday videos for JM which is about all the social media interactions they had save for JM @ing at him. Correct me if I'm wrong. Memory fog.

He is not on bad terms with anyone. He doesn't hate Jimin and he doesn't hate Tae. He certainly doesn't hate Suga or Hobi just because he hasn't posted them either. He either doesn't have a selca with them in his collection or he just doesn't feel a need to validate them publicly to show he likes them- which is where my money is at.

Yet, while he CHOSE to crop himself out of a Tae Kook selca to post on Tae's birthday, he certainly didn't feel he needed to remove and distance himself from his post for Jimin. HE WAS THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT. GIFT WRAPPED AND DELIVERED ON JMS FRONT DOOR.

If they want a message intended for fans, they should look no further than his cropped out meme of Tae on Tae's birthday. That post was for Army so yall could have a good laugh.

It's no different from Jimin posting memes of Jin on his birthday. It's meant as a joke at his expense. Which us a fan way of teasing him.

Just know the last time Jungkook posted a similar meme of Jimin it was of a higher resolution and it came with an apology letter 😌

This is my dick 🚪

They shouldn't let it hit them on their way out of Jimin's hair.

Also thank you. I love my blog too. It's my best feature.