#guy can just eat a grape and i will gif it

[linoyes]

[kingkonoha]

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔, and his friends always tease him about it.

Eren and his boys—Jean, Connie, and Armin—spent four days together in Miami, Florida. It was a much needed trip, and each of them wanted to focus solely on spending money, having fun, and meeting beautiful women.

Except Eren.

He enjoyed ziplining over pools, drinking at clubs, going to the beach, and eating nearly all of the complimentary hotel breakfast food with Connie by his side, who started stuffing fruits and cups of cereal—with no milk, as he forgot, of course—into his clothes once the staff told him breakfast would end in ten minutes.

Even so, as he sat in the hotel’s dining area that had a light aroma of stale coffee and sunscreen, he missed you desperately.

Armin, who sat down at the little table across from Eren with his muffin, fruit, and eggs, could tell that his best friend was upset by the way he stirred his own scrambled eggs around on his plate, but not actually eating them.

“Don’t worry,” Armin looked up at his friend after taking a sip of his orange juice—Armin loved hotel orange juice, and Eren hated it—and the blue-eyed boy flashed a reassuring smile. “We’re going home tomorrow, so you’ll get to see her soon.”

“Yeah,” Eren mumbled.

“Maybe you could FaceTime her before we leave for the day,” Armin suggested. After all, jet skiing and scuba diving were on the agenda, and he truly wanted Eren to enjoy it.

“I already talked to her twenty minutes ago,” Eren sighed, slouching back in his chair. “It only made me miss her even more. She has a new hairstyle and everything.”

“Eren,” Armin slowly chewed on a strawberry as he blinked. “It’s only been a few days.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eren pinched the bridge of his nose, and that’s when Connie and Jean joined them at their table.

“Guess what,” Connie grinned, placing two packed plates of food on the table. “They said we can sit here and eat as long as we want even after they stop serving breakfast, but we just can’t go back for seconds.”

“Connie grabbed every fucking thing he saw,” Jean frowned, grabbing a seat next to Armin.

“Hell yeah,” Connie picked up a grape, tossing it at Jean’s head. “So don’t be shy, grab whatever you want and eat up!”

“Don’t throw the grapes,” Armin said. “They’re delicious, so try not to waste them.”

“Loosen up, will you?” Jean frowned, breaking his hash brown into pieces before diving right in.

“I’ll loosen up once I know everything’s going according to plan,” Armin paused. “I mean, someone has to make sure we’re on schedule. It’s our last day here, so if we miss something, we won’t get another chance to do it.”

“The hell does that have to do with throwing grapes?” Connie said, earning a laugh from Jean.

Jean ruffled Armin’s blonde hair. “Don’t worry, we know you love the beach. We’re not gonna miss anything, alright? So just relax.”

“Right,” Armin smiled softly, “sorry.”

For a moment, everyone ate their food and engaged in somewhat polite chatter about today’s planned events.

“Alright, so we have our entire morning and afternoon planned,” Jean paused. “What are we doing tonight?”

Armin took that opportunity to bring the one silent member at their table into the conversation.

“Eren, is there anything you wanna do?”

“Yeah. Pack.”

And with that, Eren left the table, tossing his uneaten food in the garbage before heading back to the hotel room.

“Damn it, Connie,” Jean frowned. “I told you to let the guy bring his girlfriend.”

Connie tossed his arms up defensively, swallowing his food before he said, “go to Hell.”

—

As the day went on, Eren managed to have a bit of fun with his friends. Even so, as he swam with colorful fish and zoomed across the sea, a tingle of pain would shoot through his heart whenever he remembered that you weren’t with him, experiencing all of the bucket-list worthy adventures by his side.

As the group headed home in Jean’s SUV, Eren sat in the backseat besides Connie. He pressed his head against the foggy window, looking out at the orange streetlights passing by.

“Eren,” Connie fought back a laugh, pulling his phone out to record the pouting man. “Why are you acting like you’re in a R&B music video right now?”

“Shut up, Constance.” Eren effortlessly tossed his hand out and smacked Connie’s tattooed arm.

Connie quickly ended the recording.

“I’m gonna drop Eren off first,” Jean said, gripping the steering wheel as he made a left turn, “I really think he might die if he doesn’t get to Y/N soon.”

“Turn left again,” Armin said, directing Jean from the passenger seat. “But guys, leave him alone. Y/N’s lovely. None of us can understand what he’s going through because the three of us are single.”

“Thank you, Armin,” Eren said.

Eren folded his arms across his chest, continuing to sulk like a kid who just had their favorite toy taken away.

But, once Jean turned down a familiar street, the depressed man instantly perked up.

“You’re grinning like a toddler, dude,” Connie teased, but Eren ignored him, gripping the door handle tightly.

Jean tugged on his hat, slowing down as he pulled up in front of your home. However, before Jean could come to a complete stop, Eren started to jump out of the car.

“Eren! Be careful!” Armin warned as Jean slammed on the brakes. His warning was utterly useless, as Eren was already halfway through your front yard by the time the words fell from Armin’s lips.

“You forgot your bags!” Jean shouted, rolling down his window. “Didn’t shut my damn door, either.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door, having heard all of the commotion outside. And when you smiled, all of Eren’s friends could easily see why he was so in love with you.

Eren nearly knocked you over once he finally made it into your arms, a big smile spreading across that beautiful face of his. He showered your forehead and cheek with kisses as he inhaled your comforting scent.

“I missed you so much,” he said.

“I can tell,” you teased, hugging the tall man back. “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from the hug only to cup your face with his large hands. He kissed your lips softly, melting over the touch he had craved for days.

“I’m not going anywhere without you ever again. I don’t care if it’s the grocery store or to the living room,” Eren mumbled against your lips, and you giggled softly.

“Hey!” Jean suddenly honked his horn. “You’ve seen her, now come get your stuff!”

“In a minute,” Eren shouted back, flipping the driver off.

He just had to stare at that gorgeous face of yours for a few more minutes, and who could blame him? He was madly in love with you.

[transmascaraa]

multiple characters headcanons!

you come back home after a week-long mission without them.

characters: kinich, dainsleif, diluc x gn!reader

author's note: i definitely didn't disappear for 2,5 months like i mean why would i ever do that🧍‍♂️

☆ Kinich

-"hello my love" and he's hugging you literally the second after

-no words exchanged after that if they're js unnecessary

-after a bit of just...... standing at the door in eachothers arms he breaks the silence

-"are you hurt" and it doesn't matter if you are or not he's gonna check and make sure nonetheless that you are not hurt in the least bit

-when all that is finished just know he'll do ANYTHING you suggest for at least the next month because he missed you but doesn't wanna act too clingy

-literally whatever you want

-movies? which one. cuddling? big or little spoon. eating ice cream? he's bringing it to bed.

-boyfriend material frfr

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✧ Dainsleif

-this man is so underrated and i just realized how much i love him because he's so perfect

-"welcome back, my beloved." and YOU'RE the one hugging him tight

-he's a bit freezed in the moment but soon after hugs you back

-he's gentle with his hugs tho you can probably never expect a tight hug from him unless you almost died or something and he's scolding you while holding you close

-"did anything dangerous happen?" and he tries to see if you have any wounds

-if you do he'll treat them right away and then give you something to eat(probably your favorite)

-if you don't he'll hurry and make you your favorite food

-he's a silent lover but that doesn't mean he won't give his own life to save you

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✷ Diluc

-"my dear, welcome back." he's gonna gently hug you the first step you walk in

-"everything went well, i hope..?" because he's so ready to treat your wounds if you have any.

-if you, thankfully, don't have any wounds, i feel like he'd whisper something like "kinda surprised you came back in one single piece" with a smirk

-anyway after that he'll ask you if you want to do anything together

-but first of all he'll make you rest because that's what's important

-your favorite food is literally already on the table no need to wait for him to cook

-he won't allow you to do anything too difficult for the next 24h probably

-oh and he WILL suggest a date on your guys' balcony drinking grape juice gossiping kaeya together^^

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okay that was nice

i hope you guys like itttt

:p

| @mariaace <3

[lydiasfalling]

COLA

percy jackson x dionysus!reader headcannons !

➸✧˖*°࿐ taglist : open!

˗ˋˏ warnings : suggestive ˎˊ-

‧₊˚✧ lydia’s yap fest ! ✧˚₊‧

i haven’t posted in a few days so here is some quick headcanons for u!! enjoy ♡

percy keeps a mini fridge with cherry coke in it so you never have to leave to get one

makes fun of you when your dad does something stupid to another camper

percy loves when you kiss him with red lipstick on. something about the mark on his skin makes him giddy

he used to hate grapes until he met you. now, he eats them all the time

kisses you in front of your dad just to piss him off

also gives you hickeys for your dad to see

bought you grape earrings because they ‘reminded him of you’

buys you a cherry cola every time you two go out

exclusively gets you maroon bathing suits and lingerie

loves to see you blush. if he can make your face turn crimson with sexual innuendos, he will do it

you match his freak. just as bold as him with sexual comments and jokes and he loves it

he’s jealous but not in a possessive way. a guy is talking to his beautiful girlfriend? he wishes he was him in that moment

taglist : @laufeysvalentine @moonysloveee @raysmayhem-72

my masterlist

[ageingfangirl2]

I Want A Divorce! Shanks (OPLA)

You get ill and Shanks offers to do your jobs around the ship, but he gets distracted easily and wants your praise. You love the man-child, but sometimes you have to tell him to actually like his age. Shanks x Reader FLUFF!

'You have a high fever so I'm going to recommend bed rest until it breaks, can't have you getting any worse,' Hongo states, placing a cold cloth on your forehead which was nice in your current state.

You cough, 'I guess I can take it easy Hongo.'

Over Hongo's shoulder, you notice Shanks watching and listening intently to the doctor's orders, 'I'm going to do all your jobs so you just rest up.'

You and Hongo snicker sharing a moment, both of you knowing Shanks wouldn't be able to cope with all that you did around the ship without complaining. Hongo pats your shoulder as he gets up from the bed. Shanks immediately takes his spot, tucking you in. You were the fourth crew member to join and the only female, and had been charmed into dating the notorious red-haired pirate.

'I love you darling but you don't even know half of what I do around here,' you whisper, throat sore.

Shanks puffs out his chest proudly, 'I'm going to make you proud, I'm going to do so good everyone will be begging me to do your jobs instead.'

You smile as he leans down and kisses the cold cloth.

TWO DAYS LATER

Shanks bursts through the doors of his quarters which you shared and throws himself on the bed next to you burying his face in a pillow. He could be an overdramatic diva at times but he was your diva. Before you can say anything Lucky walks in holding a tray of food that makes your mouth water and forget your partner.

'How are you feeling? Hongo said you should eat more fruit so I made you a fruit salad for after your soup.'

Ignoring Shanks who was now mumbling into the pillow you sit up and accept the tray of food and glass of water, 'You're all too good to me Lucky. How are the new guys?'

Lucky shrugs his shoulders, 'confused and maybe a little scared because they follow your instructions which makes captain grumpy.'

You nod, 'I'll talk to him. Thanks for the update.'

Lucky leaves and closes the door behind him. Shanks rolls onto his side and reaches for the fruit salad but you swat his hand away, 'My fruit salad captain.'

Shanks pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and shooting you his best puppy dog eyes, 'Why didn't you tell me what you did? I wouldn't have agreed otherwise. I love you, but dealing with the new crew is tedious.'

Just wait until he found out all the other odd jobs you did to help out the rest of the crew, there was a reason people called you mother hen. You pop a slice of apple in your mouth and sigh, 'What do you want me to do darling? Give you a pat on the back? Feed you a treat, give you a belly rub and call you a good boy? It's not easy but you never back down from a challenge. I know you'll give it your all until I get better.'

Shanks sits up and stops pouting, a look of determination in his eyes, 'You're right I can do this. I'm going to make you proud.'

You scoff as he steals some grapes and jumps off the bed with a new lease of life, you really did have him wrapped around your little finger.

FOUR DAYS LATER

Your fever had come down and you didn't feel like death anymore, but Hongo insisted you stay in bed for a few more days. The crew had bets on Shanks he didn't know about, he'd gotten better at doing your jobs but wasn't great. You promised to stay in bed so the crew could make some money off your partner.

THREE DAYS LATER

You were sat up in bed reading the newspaper feeling much better and enjoying relaxing for once. Shanks walks in and climbs on top of you, lying on you with his full weight, 'I know your secret babe,' he chuckles, head now resting on your chest, eyes locked with yours but he doesn't look upset.

You put the paper down and start running your fingers through his hair, 'Hongo asked me to stay in bed longer, I actually enjoyed not having as many responsibilities, makes a nice change. I'm sorry for deceiving you, Shanks.'

Shanks nuzzles into your hands more enjoying the massage, 'Now I know how much you do I want you to slow down. I'll try and help more when I can, and the crew promised to fix their own problems before coming to you for help babe.'

'Thank you. However, you lying on top of me is making parts of my body fall asleep.'

Shanks smirks, 'I'll wake them up when I need them.'

You throw your head back and laugh at his playful and flirty antics, 'I want a divorce.'

Shanks matches your laughter, 'I'm never letting you go, you mean too much to me. Maybe a few years after the marriage you can talk about a divorce.'

For all the years the two of you had been together you weren't engaged, everyone assumed you were married and the two of you kind of went with the flow. Little did you know Shanks wasn't joking about marriage this time around.

[itsspiiit]

Unexpected…

Parings: Hobie Brown x Reader

Summary:You’ve been staying up at ungodly hours due to the bountiful amount of work you had from school. Your good friend Hobie comes over one night to help you stop your stressing and sleep. But the night had different plans for you both.

Inspo: Wet by GRLWood

Warning(s): NSFW (mdni), mutual masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, mentions of sex work, NOT proofread (cause I didn’t feel like it). If you see any errors… no you didn’t.

Thursday, 3AM

You sat at the desk in your room typing away on your laptop with a bowl of various fruits next to it. The flexi rod curls you put every ounce of arm strength you had into almost didn’t exist anymore. Your reading glasses slid from the bridge of your nose to the tip of it, making it easier to see the chanel bags slowly forming under your eyes. Unknowingly, your back hunched over the longer you sat down and tried to complete the third essay assigned to you this week.

You were exhausted. But you had a fuck ton of english work to do and insomnia kept you awake. Your regret for majoring in psychology grew with every indentation and word you typed on the keyboard.

Just as you were about to start typing the third to last paragraph, a soft rhythmic knock on the window startled you. Your body jolted at the unexpected sound causing your glasses to slide further down your nose. Using your middle finger to push them back to their proper position, you turned your head in the direction of the window and almost all of your stress left your body when you saw him.

Hobie, your best friend with the cool hair, stood outside with his contagious smile painted across his face as he waved at you with his long, slender, ring decorated fingers. His torso was covered halfway with a black crop top you ripped and designed for him and a spiked leather vest you spray painted the anarchy symbol on the back of. He wore black ripped jeans that were secured on his hips by a spiked belt and chains dangling from the belt loops.

Fuck, he looks so good.

Pushing your thoughts to the side, you pushed your chair back and stood up to open your window for for the 6’5 man. “Hey, Hobie.” You greeted him with a soft smile, watching him climb into your room and start to take his boots off before closing the window. He walked towards your bed and threw himself on it, placing his hands behind his head and crossed one leg over the other.

“Wagwaan.” He greeted back with a lopsided smile. His smooth, deep voice and british accent always sounded so sultry to you. Every time you guys talked it felt like a challenge to see how long you can keep your self respect before you up and pounced on him.

“Well,” you began to respond as you sat back in your desk chair and tossed a grape into your mouth, “it’s three in the morning and I’m trying to finish… what? Like… the third, fourth essay I was assigned? Been working on it since probably ten or eleven.”

His beautiful pierced face immediately fell into a shocked expression with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration. “You haven’t taken a break, have you?” All you could is shake your head and let out a long stressful sigh as you looked at your computer screen with visibly tired eyes.

“Not only is it because I can’t sleep, but I wanna get everything done ASAP. My work is do on Sunday an-”

“It’s due Sunday?!” He cut you off, his tone bursting with disbelief. You felt a laugh bubbling up in your chest hearing his thick accent but held it in, reaching into the bowl and eating a pineapple chunk. “You know that’s in three days, right?” He continued as he pressed his elbows into your soft mattress and sat up giving you a look that read “are you serious?”

“Of course I know that, but-”

“But nothin’, mate. Close the computer.” He cut you off again, gesturing his head towards it.

“Hobie-”

“Close it.”

Not having the energy to go back and forth with him, your eyes rolled in annoyance and you shut your laptop. You turned your head in his direction and saw that a closed mouth smile was painted across his face. “Oh, you’re happy now?” You asked with a deadpanned expression.

A low chuckle escaped his throat watching you mug him as he nodded his head. The sound had you doing backflips mentally as your face began to heat up slightly. “Knowin’ that you aren’t nose deep into a screen goin’ mad about somethin’ that’s due in seventy two hours? Yeah, I’m quite happy.”

He swung his legs off your bed and sat up, reaching over to grab a mango chunk and tossed it into his mouth. As he chewed he saw your face drop into a “are you deadass?” look. He stopped chewing for a moment, awkwardly looked to the side and back to your face.

“Yeah, Hobs! You can take one!” You voiced with sarcasm as you threw your arms up and back down to your sides. He gave you an apologetic smile as he started to slowly chew the sweet and refreshing fruit again. “What made you come here at this time of night though? Can’t think of anywhere to steal from?” You asked playfully with a teasing smirk.

A light laugh came from him as he finished chewing before he responded. “I actually didn’t feel like stealin’ until you mentioned it.” You chuckled and shook your head at his antics. “But, nah. I couldn’t sleep and I knew you’d be up so I thought why not come over and bother you.”

“Ahhh… so what you do almost every day!” Both of you erupted into laughter at your comment. He knew that you were joking, and you knew you enjoyed his presence a little too much.

“Oh, come out of it. You know you love when I’m around.” He spoke as you guys’ laughter died down. Placing his hands on your bed, he leaned back bit and gave you a cocky smile.

Oh, he know he fine.

“Eh, sometimes.” You shrug playfully, reaching into the fruit bowl and munching on another grape. He reaches for the bowl again and takes a kiwi slice, but you don’t mind this time.

Once he done chewing he begins to speak. “Are you saying that because I always beat you in Uno?” You gave him a bored expression as you watched the smile on face grow.

“Hobie, please. You beat me that one time-”

“And I beat you three times in a row.”

You scoffed at his cocky behavior and crossed your arms. “I bet it won’t happen again.” You eyed him up and down with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He gave you the same look as one of his eyebrows lifted in feigned curiosity. “Is that a challenge?”

It was now four in the morning. You sat on your bed with your back against the headboard and the gorgeous punk sat in front of you with crisscrossed legs, his leather vest now off his shoulders and hung on the back of your desk chair. You guys were two intense Uno games in, Hobie being the winner of both of them.

“Uno.” He announced with a lopsided grin as he placed a yellow three card and red three card down at the same time. You were starting to lose hope. You held the two cards you had thinking hard about the multiple possibilities of how this game could end. Until…

“UNO OUT!” You exclaimed slightly with a proud grin as you slammed a red skip card and red eight card down. You finally won a game after what felt like hours of playing.

He also gave you a proud smile as he began to pick up all of the cards that were piled on your mattress. “You finally beat my streak. ‘M proud of you.”

The voice. The Smile. His Confidence. Now the praise. It was all slowly becoming too much. His comment made your heart beat a bit faster, waves of heat traveling from your head and down to your lower region. It caused your sensitive bud to throb gently, and you crossed one leg over the other to somehow bring it to a halt.

He’s gonna be the death of me, I swear.

“Wanna play another game?” He asked when he was done picking up all of the playing cards. You sighed softly as you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Nah, I just wanted to beat you in at least one game of Uno. Got tired of you talking shit.” He chucked at your confession and wrapped the rubber band you used to keep the cards together back around them. “But we can play connect four if you’re down. I’ll definitely win the first game.”

“Oh, I’ve got to see this.” He spoke with a sarcastic laugh. “I’ll go get the game.”

He got off your bed and walked towards the closet, opening it and instantly scanning the top shelf for the box. You pulled your phone from underneath your pillows and scrolled through instagram as you waited for him to come back with the second challenge for the night. Your cluttered top shelf slipped your mind as you thought you wouldn’t even have company today.

When he found the game, he tried to pull it out of its position without knocking anything down. But it all happened so quickly. As he began to pull the Connect 4 box out, so did Candy Land which was right beneath it. He reached his unoccupied hand out to make sure that game didn’t fall in the process, but he didn’t know that these two board games were keeping a pink Shoe Dazzle box from falling as well.

He successfully got Connect 4 from your top shelf without another game falling, but he didn’t see the pink box making its way out of the closet as well. When it fell, it landed on the side which caused the top to fall off as it hit the floor. He looked down and watched what was inside of the box roll out in awe.

Various sex toys with different shapes, sizes and functions were now scattered across the floor in front of her closet. A pink massage wand, black seven inch dildo and a black silicone butt plug with a blue gemstone on the bottom of it were the main toys that caught his attention since they were so close to his feet. He wanted to speak. He tried to speak. But he was too stunned to try and even utter a word.

There’s no way she has all of this. Am I dreaming?

The sound of the box hitting the floor made you look up from your phone with a confused expression, but it was immediately taken over with disbelief and shock. Your eyes were so wide you’re surprised they didn’t fall out of your head. Your jaw hung so low it would probably hit the floor if you were standing. The gasp you let out was so sharp and loud it made Hobie turn his head in your direction. You can see the disbelief in his face as well and that alone made tears start to form into your eyes.

All you could do is grab a pillow and sit it on your lap, plop your head on it to hide your face and scream. Your face was so warm in embarrassment that it felt like it could melt off any second now. You can feel your friends stare on you, searching for answers in a way, but you couldn’t even look at the man.

There was a long, unbearable silence between the both of you. So much tension in the room that it could be cut with a knife. You sat with your face buried into your pillow, take deep breaths to calm yourself down before you finally built the courage to get off your bed and walk towards the “mess” that was created. Without looking at the handsome man next to you, you squatted down and placed the box down with the opening facing the ceiling and began putting everything back where it was before.

“Uhh… you need help with tha-” Hobie spoke awkwardly in attempt to break the loud silence. He put his hands up in surrender and backed up a bit when he saw you side eye him with a displeased expression.

(I had to use the picture this was the PERFECT opportunity to do so 😭)

You continued to pick up your toys, still without uttering a word or even looking at him. From your peripheral vision you saw his feet step away from his position next to you and heard his footsteps stop where your bed was located. You assumed he sat and your bed again, maybe to give you some space. You picked up the cardboard top and slammed it onto the box when you were done picking everything up, instantly getting up and putting it back on the top shelf in your closet.

You kept your head down as you closed the closet and walked to your previous spot before all of this: your desk chair. Still not being able to look at the company on your bed, your hand reached for your closed laptop until…

“Don’t even think about it, bruv.” Hobie stopped you with a playful scowl in his tone crossing his arms. All you could do is let out a dramatic sigh, cross your arms on the desk and place your head on them, hiding your face once again.

Hobie eyed your movements the entire time. He understood why you were embarrassed, wanting to curl yourself into ball and just hide. But he didn’t understand why you were acting this way towards him. Of course he was shocked that you out of all people had all of this… material. You’re the introverted, shy, kind of nerdy and laid back friend. Always at home with your head stuffed into a comic or manga, loved sleep more than anything, would rather write than talk. Just the opposite of him and he didn’t mind that.

But he didn’t understand why you thought he cared about your secret box so much. This wasn’t gonna make him think about you any different. If anything, he was more curious and a bit turned on after finding out such covert information.

He decided to try and break the silence again. “This isn’t as bad as you’re makin’ it seem, love.” You can hear the sincerity in his tone, his sultry voice and the pet name he used still had your sensitive bud aching for attention.

He couldn’t see it, but your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his statement. “What do you mean?” You questioned without lifting your head.

“It was a little unexpected, but it’s not botherin’ me in any way. Your personality isn’t in that box.” His honesty never faltered as he let out a light chuckle, gesturing his hand in the direction of your closet.

You scoffed at his statement in disbelief, finally sitting up and crossing your arms as you gazed at the wall in front of you. He was starting to get annoyed at the lack of eye contact and he sucked his teeth, glaring at the side of your face. “Look at me, mate.”

You heard the seriousness in his voice, and you closed your eyes taking a a deep breath before opening them and turning your head in his direction. Finally locking your eyes with his, you searched for any vacillation that could be hidden. But there was only sincerity. He meant every word he said.

“I’m sorry, Hobie. It’s just…” You trailed off looking to the side for a moment before looking back him. “You saw everything in that box. My childhood best friend doesn’t even know what’s in there. How am I supposed to believe that you don’t care about what you just saw?”

“Because I don’t.” He shrugged with a sarcastic laugh. “If I’m bein’ completely honest, the only thing I’m wonderin’ is how and why you have so many. I’ve never met someone with a box full of sex toys. Shit, I don’t even have that many.”

Your face fell into a curious expression as you listened to his words. “You have sex toys-”

“It’s not about me right now.” He spoke quickly shaking his head.

You chuckled at his quickness to dismiss your question. “Well, to stop your wondering…” You trailed off again with a sigh, scratching the back of your head nervously.

Am I really gonna tell him this?

You saw his eyebrows raise, eager to hear what you had to say.

Might as well just tell him. It doesn’t make sense to hide this now.

You blew a raspberry, preparing yourself to inform your friend of your biggest secret. “Long story short… I’m a sex worker. About a year and some change now. The financial aid package I receive from my college falls short on covering the cost of the tuition and other expenses. I don’t wanna put myself through five hours of class and then seven to eight hours of labor to make ends meet. So, I started looking into sex work. Seeing how much I could possibly make, the different types of content that people would pay for, the fact that I’d be working any time and anywhere I wanted was a plus as well. Now, here I am: I make about eight hundred dollars weekly, two to three thousand monthly. It’s enough to make sure I can pay for college and still do what I want.”

When you finished your confession, Hobie was left speechless with a slack jaw. He blinked a couple times to try and process the information he was given. His friend who couldn’t even socialize for more than two hours… Is a cam girl?

…Why is this kind of hot?

He picked up his jaw and cleared his throat, shaking the thoughts out of his head with a deep sigh. His behavior made all of the negative feelings you had before resurface. You looked down at the floor with shame as you shook your head.

“I knew I should’ve just kept my mouth shut-”

“No, no, no, no, no!” He quickly stopped you from finishing your sentence waving his hands. “I meant everythin’ I said before. None of this is gonna change my perspective of you. It’s just…”

He trailed off, the naughty thoughts he had slowly clouded his mind again. He felt his blood slowly rush to the head of his member thinking about the fact that he was sitting on the bed that you made some of your content on. You could’ve made yourself cum on the sheets you currently have on your mattress today, and thought of him sitting in the spot where you probably left a big, creamy mess was driving him mad.

“Hobie?” You spoke with a bit of worry as you noticed him zone out. You watched as he swallowed thickly and blinked twice, the leg that hung off your bed beginning to sway from side to side. You bit your lip to hide the smile that was threatening to paint your face at the scene.

Ahh, I see what’s up.

He felt his length throb softly, the feeling made him groan but he attempted to hide it with a deep, throaty chuckle. The sound not only made your entrance clench with need, but it gave you a bit of confidence to say your next words.

“Do you wanna see how I make my content?” The slight seduction in your voice caught him off guard, his head shot up to look at you with a shocked expression. You could see the desire in his eyes start to expand at your question.

“Wai- what?” He stammered breathlessly. He didn’t know where your sudden boldness came from, but he didn’t mind as it made it him throb again, his manhood slowly becoming erect.

“I know you heard me, Hobie.” You answered teasingly with a voluptuous grin and. “It’s a simple yes or no question.”

There goes that silence again. Sexual tension building as you eyed each other down. Once you both saw that y’all were on the same page, you smiled at each other with a knowing glint in your eyes. Y’all began to stand and walk towards each other with only one thought in mind:

“Finally.”

You were now laying on your bed with your torso completely exposed, showing off the nipple piercings that Hobie didn’t know you had. He swore it was as if he was finding treasure with every second he spent with you. Your legs were spread wide open to expose the red lace thong you’ve been sporting, revealing a small wet stain that your aching core left on it.

Hobie sat in your desk chair that he moved to the front of your bed, his torso also completely on display. The sight of his lanky yet toned and muscular physique only made you wetter. His boxer briefs were still attached to his lower half, his erection very prominent and aching to see what was next. Your tripod stood next him with your phone placed on it horizontally as it recorded.

“I’m so wet for you already. Dripping through my thong for you.” You spoke seductively, moving your body closer to the tripod and gorgeous man in front of you. Even though you looked into camera the whole time, he knew every word was meant for him.

“I only get this wet for you, baby. I’ve been waiting so fucking long to show you how I make myself cum when I think about you.” As if read each other’s minds, both of you placed a hand on your chest and slowly dragged it down to your most sensitive parts. Your hand slid inside your thong as his began to gently palm his shaft over his boxers, biting his lip to hold the groan that was ready to escape his throat.

The hand you slipped into your underwear made it’s way to your throbbing clit, your natural juices already coated all over your flower. You slowly and gently began to rub your sensitive button in circles, a low moan escaping your lips at the smooth feeling. The sound of your arousal squelching echoed off the walls in your room, drawing a low grunt from the half naked man at the foot of your bed as he continued to palm himself.

“I’ll show you how pretty she is, only if I get to see how hard the sound of my needy pussy made you first. Can you do that for me?” You continued to play with yourself, applying the tiniest amount of pressure. He immediately lifted his hips and slid his boxers off of his hips with ease.

His length was finally revealed to you, springing out effortlessly with him sighing blissfully at the feeling. Watching it slap his stomach gently, the tip going past his belly button, had you moaning at the sight. Your leaking entrance clenched with need as you thought of his member thrusting into you slow and hard, the prominent veins rubbing against your smooth, wet walls deliciously.

“Mmmm~ that dick is so pretty.” You admitted as you lifted your hips to remove your thong. You slid it off your legs and threw it in a random direction away from you. Your other set of lips spread slowly as you opened your legs again, showcasing your beautiful sensitive flower glistening with your wetness. “It’s so hard for me already, babe. I know you wish you stretching this tight, wet, warm pussy with every inch.” Your hand reached for your slit, spreading your labia to display your opening.

It was already starting to become too much for Hobie. The way you uttered such naughty words with ease, how you played with your beautiful pussy so delicately, the way you looked into the camera with such lust and longing desire. He bit his lip at the alluring sight before him, eyes rolling back as they closed for a moment when his shaft throb for attention.

You moved your hand so that you were touching your delicate bud again, letting out a pornographic moan as you started to rub it in circles again. “I wanna watch you make yourself feel good too, baby. Spit on your hand, get that aching cock nice and wet for me, and stroke it nice and slow. I don’t want you getting close too fast, okay?”

He instantly did what your smooth, gentle voice commanded him to do. The sensation of his moisturized hand slowly sliding down to the base of his length made a deep groan fall from his lips. He slid his hand up to his tip with the same pace, hissing at the feeling of himself softly pulsate in his grip. He found a rhythm rather quickly, a rhythm that already had his head lulling back in bliss as he imagined it was your pretty, dripping hole gripping him gently as you rode his erect member.

“Mmn~ fuck.” You whimpered as you felt your opening leak more of your sweet extract at the lustful view of his now glistening girth pulsate in his slender hands. The friction of his hand spreading his spit around him could be heard as he watched you play with yourself. “You’re throbbing so hard for me already. You like watching me play with my needy pussy for you, baby?” Your hand moved downward to tease your leaking hole, and you let out a short, low purr followed by a sharp gasp when you felt the tip of your middle finger almost enter.

The pretty boy in front of you analyzed your face and body with hooded eyes clouded with hunger and eagerness to cum with you, wishing it was the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. A deep, animalistic growl escaped his throat as he began to thrust his hips into hand at a steady pace. “Shit.” He moaned when he started to flick his wrist as he continued to caress his length, stroking at faster pace.

“Ooh~ my finger slides in so easily.” You moaned breathlessly when you felt your smooth, greedy walls suck your digit into yourself. You slowly thrusted your coated finger in and out twice before pulling it out, watching a string of your arousal stretch from your core attached to your digit. The strand of your extract broke when brought your hand to your face, sucking the juices off but making sure your finger was still moist enough so you can slip it into your hungry opening again.

Hobie grunted eagerly as he watched you. His release was building up slowly, but he held it in. “So fucking good.” He groaned lowly feeling his pleasure intensify, the pace he stroked his girth never faltering.

You eased your index finger in after penetrating yourself with your middle for a while, your mouth falling agape at the delightful feeling of being stretched out slightly. Curving your slick digits upwards, another sharp gasp escaped your mouth as you felt the tip of them gently press again a spongy spot inside your dripping core. “Oh, yes, right fucking there.” You whined desperately at the new feeling, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continued motioning your fingers upward.

At this point you and Hobie forgot about the phone that was recording your sinful actions and naughty sounds. You were both in a state of euphoria— the sensual noises coming from guy’s mouth, your arousal squelching and leaking nonstop with every thrust of your fingers, the sight you both had as you watched each other masturbate intensely with the same amount of eagerness. It was enough to bring you both closer to that release y’all were so desperate to receive.

Your hips bucked into your hand as the pace you thrusted your dripping fingers became faster and sloppier, your free hand gripping the covers on your bed tightly as you felt the small pressure in your stomach start to expand. “Fuck, Hobie, I’m gonna cum so hard for you. I’m so close, baby~, i’m so close.” You babbled mindlessly as you brought the hand that was gripping your sheets to you aching clit, rubbing it in steady circles to quicken the arrival of your powerful orgasm.

“M’ right behind you, love. Get that nut, baby. Fuck… I’m right there with you.” He encouraged you with a growl. The pet names, his seductive voice, and seeing the pace of his thrusting hips increase as he watched you bring yourself to the most mind shattering orgasm was all you needed to make the pressure in stomach pop as you made a delicious mess on the bed and floor below you.

Your eyes slowly rolled to the back of your head and jaw fell open as you came with a long, loud, moan. Your juices flew out of your pulsating entrance when you quickly removed your fingers from inside of you, rubbing your clit in circles rapidly making your squirting essence fly in any and every direction.

Hobie watched the voluptuous scene in front of him with a slightly gaped mouth, breathing heavily and rapidly as it brought him to his climax. His eyebrows furrowed in bliss, his stomach and testicles tightening as he milked himself with his hand. A loud groan exited his throat as he angled his girth towards his stomach and released, ropes of his seed painting his beautiful melanated torso. The hand he used to jerk himself off reduced its speed as he slowly came down from his high.

You both sat in your current positions regulating your breathing after the intense mutual masturbation session. When your breathing began to balance out, you heard a quiet whimper come from the attractive man in front of you. Your eyes made their way to him, seeing him slowly stroke his still erect girth with his head thrown back.

You threw your legs off your bed and got off of it, walking towards the tripod and stopping the recording. You sent the video to Hobie before making your way in front him, kneeling down and gently placing your hand on his thighs as you looked up at his pretty fucked out face. He felt your hands run up his thighs and to his hand to remove it from his length.

He looked down at the beautiful woman in front of him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she planned on doing. All of his wonder went out the window when he watched her bring one of her hands to his thick, long member jerking him up and down once just to feel him throb. She then brought her head down a bit, slowly licking a wet line from his balls to the sensitive spot below his tip as she looked him in his eyes with hers feigning innocence.

“Fuck. Baby, don’t tease me like that.” He he groaned breathlessly at the sensation. She chuckled seductively at his words, kissing the head of his dick before spitting on it. She brought her hand back to his length to spread the moisture around him, feeling her lower region begin to ache for attention again when she heard him whine at the feeling of her warm fist starting to jerk him off at an agonizingly slow pace.

Hobie’s eyebrows creased in confusion when he felt her stop her movements, but his confused expression was immediately replaced with a slack jaw and his eyes rolling back when he felt her lips wrap around him gently. “Mmm~ so soft.” He moaned as she pushed her head lower onto him with her humming at the taste of him taking over her tastebuds.

“Oh- ooh, shit. What the fuck?” He moaned blissfully in bewilderment as she immediately slid his girth down her throat. She contracted the walls of her throat around his manhood as she started moving her head up and down.

The feeling of her warm lips and wet, tight throat wrapped around him has his eyes behind his head for the thousandth time tonight. One of his slender hands made their way to her soft, messy hair, gripping it gently as he held her head down and began to thrust his hips into her face. “Your throat feels so good, doll. Oh, my…” He trailed off with a needy whine.

He thrusted his hips faster, her eyes beginning to water as he slid further and further down her esophagus. She felt him gently throb in her mouth as she mentally thanked the man above for not having a gag reflex. She hummed around him once more to bring him closer to his second release.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh, f-fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m-” His babbling stopped abruptly due to his climax crashing down on him. He groaned breathlessly as he throbbed repeatedly and came down her throat, still holding her head down and keeping his hips still.

Once she felt his member slowly start to become flaccid, she pulled her head up and removed her lips from him with a pop. She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she swallowed every drop of cum he fed her, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out to show him afterwards.

He smiled proudly at the sight, watching her come up from her position on the floor and straddle his laptop. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hers made their way around his neck and rested on the back of her chair. “I didn’t think you had that in you, love.” He spoke teasingly as he looked up at her with his bright, gorgeous smile.

She chuckled at his comments before responding. “You didn’t think I had a lot of things inside me. Now look at where we are.” You both laughed lightly at your statement, Hobie pushing you down towards him by your back and gently pressing his lips onto yours.

You instantly melted into the kiss as he gripped your thighs and stood up with your legs wrapped around his hips. He walked towards your bed and laid you down on it, him laying next to you as you guy’s lips separated. You faced each other, one of your hands making their way to the back his neck as you started to playing in his hair.

“So, about those sex toys you mentioned earlier…” You spoke with a playful grin.

“Oh, my days- no. Good night.” He responded with playful frustration, Shuffling his body closer to yours and stuffing his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you. You laughed at his tone and words, holding him close to you as you rubbed his back gently.

Both of you enjoyed the fact that after engaging in such sinful activities, you can still joke around like nothing happened. You also really appreciated how he didn’t judge you and made sure that you knew his intentions and perspective of you were still pure… kind of. He really enjoyed what went down tonight, and he hoped that you guys could do it again sometime.

And you felt the same exact way.

I know the ending seems rushed I apologize guys 😭 I said this was gonna be posted Thursday night and I MEANT IT okay. But I hope you guys enjoyed!! My first smut on tumblr and more to come 💕

[starlightsuffered]

Heaven

Info - period mentioned, fluff piece, admitting love

Elio and you had hung out all morning and it was absolutely marvelous. You'd seen a movie and after that discussed the film over ice Cream. You just adored hearing his take on things and his view on the questions the movie posed. You were thoroughly enjoying your day with him.

Currently, the two of you were just chilling on his couch, eating popsicles, with the television playing parks and rec in the background. The two of you were lightly playing footsie and holding hands. Touching him always gave you a warm feeling.

Though it was one of your favorite shows, you weren't paying attention to parks and rec. You were focused on the events of last week. You'd been on your period and had awful cramping. For the first day, Elio knew you were a bit off, but you kept saying you were fine. Finally, when he got it out of you, he realized why you'd been acting so odd. You were in intense pain.

He'd immediately hung the phone up, you wondered if you'd somehow offended him. About an hour later he's shown up at your flat, arms full. Chocolate, ice cream, pain killers, tampons, and pads all for you. You'd been shocked, he'd then offered to give you a massage and watch whatever you wanted. Elio was a nice guy for sure, but this amount of kindness and consideration was a whole new level.

You realized then, that you loved him, and had for some time, and now you could hardly contain it. Every Time you'd seen him since then you'd had to keep yourself from screaming it. You'd finally decided you needed to grow up and tell him.

"Hey uh Elio," you said slowly.

"Yeah babe," he turned to you. You were distracted as he licked a drop of grape popsicle juice from the side of his lips.

"I love when you say that," you said crinkling your nose.

"Babe, babe, babe," he repeated grinning at you, you were beaming.

"I got you a book, I thought you might like it. I did, I don't know, if you hate it sorry," you were nervous. You handed him the book from your purse. He read the back cover.

"This sounds really interesting," he said with true excitement, and you couldn't help grinning.

"Thanks, babe," he kissed your cheek and placed the book beside him for later. You took your opportunity and swung your leg over so you were straddling him. He grinned up at you lazily. You were staring down into his gorgeous eyes. Green and brown swirled together. The delicate stubble that lingered on his jaw was enticing. You ran your hands lightly through his soft, mussed hair.

"Elio," you said lightly. He wasn't looking in your eyes, but gazing at different parts of your face as he ran a thumb over your jaw.

"C-can you look at me?" You stuttered. He turned his eyes to you, slightly more alert. You took a deep breath, you had to tell him sooner or later.

“I love you!" You blurted. He completely froze, like someone had paused him. He didn't move.

"Elio,” you said slowly. He was still frozen. you sighed, you'd been worried he wouldn't react well. He'd told you about some commitment issues he'd had in his life before, but you'd thought you were different. You began to get up, but Elio’s hands slam against your thighs.

"Don't leave," his voice is slightly weak, but a smile is lighting up his face. "I love you too."

A weight lifted from your shoulders, you felt free. Colors became brighter, your heart ran a mile a minute. All the other clichés sprung to mind as he grinned up at you.

He placed his hands on either side of your face and reached up to kiss you gently. You felt the grin still on his face as he kissed you again and again. His hands moved down to clutch your hips.

"I love you," he murmured as though to sound out how the words felt. "I love you too," you whispered back. His hands tightened on your hips. You were in heaven.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming @lovelyrocker @therealbeabodoobee

[juniperss]

Howdy! I don't know if you're still taking headcannon ideas (if not feel free to ignore this) BUT if you are could you do some headcannons of the outsiders boys with a partner that's a really picky eater?

picky eaters unite!! i am still taking requests, so thank you for sending one in!

tw/cw: discussions about food, food insecurity gender neutral reader

The Gang with a Picky Eater Headcanons

Darry:

My initial reaction was to say that I think a picky eater would bother him but then I thought about it and that doesn’t make any sense. He’s literally the oldest of 3 brothers, one of which canonically eats eggs with grape jelly and washes it down with chocolate milk. Strange relationships with certain foods or a picky eater isn’t going to phase him one bit.

All that to say that Darry doesn’t mind and is probably one of the most accommodating out of the group when it comes to helping you find meals that you like. He makes sure to have a few items/snacks in the fridge for you and scolds any of the guys if they think about eating them. That’s for his partner, not his little brothers. 

Has and will smack anyone upside the head if they make comments about you being a picky eater. He doesn’t want it to bother you and keeps an eye out to make sure the teasing doesn’t get too out of hand. 

In the book Darry is constantly making sure his brothers are eating enough and now that you two are dating that behavior extends to you. 

Sodapop:

This is the boy who eats eggs with grape jelly, he has no room to talk about picky eaters when he eats the way he does! Not that he would anyway. He doesn’t mind that you’re a picky eater and will gladly make sure that you find something that you like to eat when you two are together. 

He’s really good at remembering what you do and don’t like and I chalk that up to him being such a romantic and caring individual. I don’t subscribe to the idea that Sodapop is dumb even if that’s what he claims, because not doing well in school doesn’t mean you’re not smart. He has a good memory when he wants to apply it and you’re worth it to him. 

Might tease you a bit about certain foods you like over others but it’s always gentle teasing and you have plenty of ammunition to use against him regarding his own eating habits. The difference between his teasing and others picking on you is that it’s very obvious that he finds everything about you endearing and that includes you being a picky eater. 

Also keeps snacks in the fridge for you ^_^ But he does eat them so the chances of them being in stock when you visit is 50/50

Two Bit:

Okay he will tease you about being a picky eater, I’m sorry. It’s just in his nature to poke fun at other people’s quirks. But unlike Dallas (we’ll get to him in a moment) he’ll stop if he finds out it bothers you or if you’re not in the mood for it. 

He will eat anything that he can get his hands on so he doesn’t understand being picky about food. He’s basically Kirby and would inhale a car if it tasted good. 

Definitely eats off your plate regardless if it’s something you want or not. The King of getting rid of the side dishes you don’t want so that you don’t feel embarrassed about leaving it there (is that just something I worry about?). 

He does worry about you getting enough to eat. He may be a loud mouth with a lot to say but Two Bit Matthews is very caring and he loves his partner. 

He’s also an older brother so I wouldn’t be surprised if he has snacks in his car that he pulls out for you to have if he feels you haven’t eaten enough. DEFINITELY swipes stuff from the store too. What can I say, he’s a romantic in his own way

Dally: 

Dally, Dally, Dally…..look friends….Dallas Winston is an ass to everyone and that includes you. I know we all love him but I can’t erase the fact that he’s mean! Now I can see him being softer, more gentle with his partner but that doesn’t make you immune to his teasing and snark and I’m assuming that if you’re dating him that you’re either patient enough to work with him on that or you can dish it back at him

He teases you relentlessly about being picky because he can’t fathom turning down any food ever. This stems from the obvious fact that Dally has experienced food insecurity. There’s never a guaranteed meal once in his life. Until he started hanging out with the Curtis Gang. He eats every meal as if it’s his last. He simply can’t wrap his head around you not eating food put in front of you. 

Similarly to Two Bit, Dallas will eat off your plate at any time. But unlike Two Bit it’s not necessarily out of a desire to help you out. He’s just hungry and doesn’t like to waste food.

Over time he starts to understand that you’re not being picky just for the sake of being picky. That it’s actually something that you struggle with and (if you’re like me) wish you could change. Knowing this probably curbs some of the teasing or slight resentment on his end. 

When he takes you out for food he makes sure to find a place that he knows you like. On the rare occasions you can’t find something you prefer, he’ll help scavenge together enough from other meals that result in something that will fill you up. 

He still gives you a hard time, but at least you can see a good natured glint in his eyes about it

[mrslankyman]

New Years Kiss

Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

->1.1k words

Music blared through the house. Your friend had decided to throw a party. You honestly didn’t care to be there.

New years around all these people didn’t feel like a good start to your 2000 journey. Why did it have to be so crowded.

You barely knew anyone at the party. Maybe the alcohol was the reason for everyone getting along. It loosened you up. Made you feel like you belonged. Perhaps you should drink. Maybe it help you.

You walked down the small hallway to the kitchen. Passing an open doored room. Honestly you wish you didn’t see the make out sesh going on inside. It simply reminded you of how lonely you were.

Going into the new years yet again without anyone. No amount of grapes eaten under the table or red underwear you buy would secure you a man for the next year.

If only life was that easy.

Mike thought the same. Minus the red underwear. He didn’t really know how to spend new years. Till he got invited to this party. Now he stood in the corner of the kitchen. Watching others talk, kiss, and run off to random rooms to do god knows what.

He felt so alone. He didn’t drink he had to drive home. Abby was off at their grandmas for the night. She always wanted to spend new years with her and Mike. This year Mike opped out of going. He wanted to give this party a try.

He regretted it greatly.

No girl came up to him like these other guys. No girl waved or gave him the eye. He saw so many movies of the girls just coming up and kissing the boy she wanted.

He wouldn’t have that luck. He wouldn’t wanna admit it to anyone but a new years kiss was one of his biggest wishes.

To have someone to hold on new years. Know you’d be with them once the clock hit 12. Secure it with a kiss. Like a fairy tale. It felt like a dream.

Which it was. As Mike knew he was not really desirable. A 25 year old man raising his sister and struggling to make ends meet. Who’d wanna be around that?

You walked into the kitchen. Looking up at the man who stood in the corner. He held a can of Pepsi. Not beer. Which was shocking. You also didn’t drink tonight.

You simply walked up to the small plate of appetizers. Grabbing some grapes. The man chuckled a little.

“Gonna sit under the table and eat them?” His voice sounded teasing but as you looked up his eyes didn’t display the same emotion. He looked tired, worn out but.. some what attractive.

Your face flushed as he had caught on to what you were gonna do. “Yeah. It’s stupid but.. I kinda want to find someone next year.” You looked down at the grapes. 12 in your hand. It had to work.. didn’t it?

He walked closer to you and grabbed 12 him self. “Okay, I’ll give it a try too. I’m wanting to find someone as well. This years been too lonely. Besides 2000 doesn’t sound like a bad year.” He looked at you. you smiled and nodded. He was about the same height as you. Which was cute. Not too tall.. but not terribly short.

“It’s only 11 we can talk under the table if you want.” He nodded towards the kitchen table. You nodded in agreement and headed over to the kitchen table. You both crawled under.

Mike pulled the chairs to cover you two under the table. It sorta felt like just you two were at the house. Besides the music and the sound of people talking.

“I’m Mike by the way.” His eyes flicked up to you. Displaying some new emotion. He seemed intrigued to know you.

“I’m Y/N..” You smiled and looked down at your grapes. “Rough year too?” You asked him not looking up.

“Yeah. Pretty rough. I hope this one’s better. Raising my sister is tough. I’ve never had kids. So.. I’m just praying I’m doing it right.” He sighed and looked down.

Your heart ached. This man seemed so sweet. At least from what he gave off. He seemed like he was caring. Even if his eyes looked dead and tired.

“I’m sure you’ll have a good year. It’s nice you’re there for your sister. I’m sure she appreciates it.” You nudge him gently. Wanting to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled as he looked at the ground shrugging his shoulders.

“I hope she does..” his voice dropped again. You frowned and looked over at him. His shoulders slumped, eyes down and lips in a thin line. He didn’t even seem excited for the new years.

But were you even excited? Every year came with the hopes of something new with the ending of nothing.

You both sat in silence for a few minutes. Though you just met him something pulled you to him. He could say the same for you. Despite coming off as not excited. He quite liked your company. He stared at the floor.

Not because he was awkward , or didn’t wanna talk, but because he wanted to make the perfect conversation. He combed over every possibility. He wanted to talk to you.

You were the first girl at the party to even pay him any attention. For the most part you were the only girl to give him this much attention.

So once he picked the topic it was just a long conversation. He talked about his sister, you talked about your work, he talked about his Aunt Jane and how he disliked her, you talked about how you wished for something great in life.

in a short time you two got to know each. All before the clock hit 11:59.

You learned that Mike longed for a new years kiss once. You told him how you longed for someone to go into the new years with.

And once that clock hit 11:59 you went to the grapes.

You both smiled and popped the grapes in your mouths. Trying to get all 11 in before 12.

Once the clock hit 12 and everyone else shouted happy new years. You and Mike got to your last grape. You stared at him happily. You had done it. You ate all 12 grapes before 12:01.

“We did i-“ Mike was cut off by you leaning in. Pressing a kiss to his lips. He tasted like the grapes. With a mix of Pepsi. He quickly kissed back. His body felt a surge of electric. He didn’t suspect this.

He didn’t realize how tentivly you listened to him as he spoke of his wish. He pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss. Maybe he just met you. Maybe you just met him.

But you had a whole year to get to know each other now.

Maybe the grapes did work.

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Val kilmer food preferences! 🍲

First of all Val's a self proclaimed terrible cook 😂

Here he is attempting to cook what seems to be stuffed grape leaves... At least he bought the baklava 😆

✅ Val's favorite foods 😍 :

Pizza 🍕! (his absolute favorite)

Bagel chips (yesss! Me too) 🥯!

Here's a comparison between Val and Elizabeth shue 😅

Asian food (sushi, rock grilled steak etc) 🍣

❌Least favorite! 😂 :

Stewed tomatoes (not sure if it's just this form or tomato sauce as well)

Pineapple pizzas 🍍🍕

Chocolate chip mint ice-cream 🍦

( child Mercedes is a brutal queen 🤣😭)

Related posts :

Sources : youtube, kamp Kilmer on discord, vkn, planet kilmer, pinterest, val's Facebook, Gettyimages, Val's old MySpace

@dahliaghostface thank you for the idea ❤️

What are y'all favorite food? 👇

Mine are bechamel pasta and Egyptian koshari.

[sunnyie-eve]

18 | Ranking

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mention of restraining order with an ex

| MASTERLIST |

The sound of Chris shouting in the kitchen first noise Dani notice, the second being Matt's small snores as she wakes up. Last night she crashed in Matt's room while they had a marathon watching Stranger Things this time.

Matt rolled over in his sleep onto Dani chest, perfectly sandwiching her between him and the bed with his arms draped messily around her.

Unconsciously Dani knots her fingers through his hair, slightly still halfway asleep since her brain wasn't fully up. She ran a hand through Matt's bedhead and shuffle slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. This wakes Matt up and he wraps his arms around her torso tightly, letting his hot breath fan her neck before he mumbles out, "Don't leave, I'm comfy."

Suddenly Dani's brain catches up to what's happening so she moves her hands away, "Matt, we need to get up."

"What time is it?" He mumbles still cuddling her.

"Time to get up." She tries to move, "And you're on me so..."

"I don't care. Friendly cuddles. Put your hand back in my hair it felt nice." He whines.

"How much longer till I can get up?" Dani runs her fingers through Matt's hair, using them as a makeshift comb as she attempts to braid his short hair. Matt takes long tired breaths as she does so. Cozying into her touch - taking long sleepy blinks every time her hand meets his scalp.

"Just shut up please." He tells her so Dani huffs continues for who knows how long. After some times he gives her a soft smile lifting his head weakly, "Thank you." He rolls off of her so she sits up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She gets out of his bed.

"I mean it, that felt nice." He sits up, "My anxiety has been bothering me when I'm alone so all that helped a bit."

"Well, I'm glad to help because you have helped me in the past too." She gives him a smile leaving his room to go to hers getting dressed for the day.

"Good morning/afternoon." Chris gives her a smile.

"Hello, I would've gotten up earlier but I was stuck in bed. Literally, Matt had me pinned down by rolling on top of me at some point and he wouldn't wake up." She explains walking to her room, "Can you make a bowl of my cereal, please?"

"I got you sweetie."

Later in the day while the guys set up for their video Dank looks at a few of the snacks, "Geez Chris! Rrrr!" Dani gets startled by the water bottle flying across the table.

"I can't even read what these are." Matt looks at the snack box in his hands before they start their video to rank snacks.

"Yeah, they're in a foreign languages Matt." Chris tells him.

"I'm sure most are in Japanese." Dani says walking over to the couch since she wasn't going to take part in the video.

As they start Dani just sits and watches them like they were a tv show. For the first snack they were trying the three liked it, "Give me the grape! Give me the fucking grape!" Nick acts out causing Dani to giggle as he grabs his brother's shouting it.

"Wait, is it a whistle?!" Chris gets excited opening the wrapper to their next snack before blowing it. "That just came out of the sucker." He blows again for a long time.

"Chris, okay..." Dani gets annoyed.

"Enough! Enough!" Nick yells at him.

"Maybe it's a slide whistle." Matt suggests and was right but his didn't work like the other two.

Dani watches the three crack up and be so entertained by the snack as they were a laughing their heads off playing around with the sound making up little acts for it to fit into. She loved their laughs so much. The sound of them just made her so happy and she couldn't help but smile when she hear them.

While they eat the strawberry pockys they asks Dani if she wanted one but she tells them no because she prefers the chocolate ones only. For the redbull they liked it how it was a bit sweeter.

"Freeze fried mini ice cream sandwiches." Nick reads the next snack as Matt makes a face.

"Oh, it's astronaut food." Chris says so they all look at him.

"Well, I don't think it's astronaut food but it's like freeze dried." Nick says before they all try it and not a single one if them liked it. "Might as well get a Covid test, I feel like I have no taste."

"Are these skittles Popsicles?" Nick gets excited.

"What? Wait, it's not actually... skittles!" Chris gets excited too, "It's like pops."

Dani laughs a the three getting so excited to try them and they loved them, "Can I have one?" Dani asks them.

"Yeah, catch it." Chris picks one up to toss her way and she catches and loves it as well.

The thought of the fried chicken lays chips made Dani sick because who the hell would think of that. For the grilled bbq chips the three didn't care for the taste and the same for the Cheetos as well.

For the mountain drew drink the three jump around loving the taste talking about what memories it brings up.

"Matt, I want to try that." She gets up from the couch as he drinks but he puts it down, "Matt." She says making him remember what she asked.

"Sorry." He picks it back up walking over to give it to her as he waited on the other side of the table. "It's really good." He hands it to her.

"I got that by the three of y'all's reaction to it." She laughs taking the glass.

As they go on to the next four, Dani stops paying attention for a bit while she plays a game on her phone trying to get first place.

"Like baby throw up a little." Chris says as Nick smells the drink so Dani looks over at them.

"Wait!" Something hits Nick so he smells it again, "I love it!"

"No you don't." Chris laughs so Nick drinks it.

"I've had this in my past!" Nick says as Dani gets up going to her room which causes Matt to watch her walk off confused since she didn't seem in any other mood than happy.

In reality she was panicking as she got a message from her ex to call him. It took a restraining order for them to finally break up and now that it was up he wanted to see her.

"What do you want?" She says as he picks up the call, "I will figure out how to get a longer restraining order, Charlie."

"Babe, Dani... I just wanted to see how you are doing?" He chuckles.

"None of your business and it never will be." She tells him in a very serious tone.

"It won't take me long to figure out where you live. Until then, look out for me." He ends the call and she blocks that number as well.

As soon as she did, she goes over to her computer to look up how to get a longer restraining order to keep him away from her. By the time the guys finished their video, Dani was still on her computer looking up other stuff to keep her ex away.

"Dani, everything good?" Matt knocks poking his head into her room.

"I really hate how you notice things with me." She says keeping her eyes on her screen as he enters her room.

"I'm a good friend. So what happened to make you leave the room?" He sits at the end of her bed.

"My ex texted me. And this is the one I never talk about. It took a restraining order for us to break up." She explains to him, "I'm looking how to get a longer one but good lawyers are expensive. His almost got the judge not accept it."

"I'm sure we can help pay for one." He tells her not wanting to go into to asking more about her past with him.

Dani turns around to look at him, "I also hate how sweet you are." She giggles causing him to chuckle as well.

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What is your bunny called?

Ah, what the hell, it's Easter, season of the bunny ‒ let's do this properly.

Meet Attila the Bun!

(I can't actually take credit for that name, but that's a longer story.)

Anyway. The first and by far the most important thing you need to know about Attila is that he wants you (yes, you) to rub his cheeks.

If you asked him, "Attila! What is best in life?" he would respond, "Cheek rubs!" And while you sit there waiting for him to maybe list another best-thing or two ‒ maybe getting into the vegie beds, or digging big holes in places he's not supposed to, or at least the inevitable, treats! ‒ he'll be down there, significantly nudging your ankle, because excuse you, he said cheek rubs, why are aren't you rubbing his cheeks yet?

Don't get me wrong ‒ like any pet, he loves treats too. He loves grape vine leaves so much he has effectively trimmed our grape vine from the bottom up to as high as he can reach. Some days he will jump up on a chair just to reach higher. He will regularly do a little happy dance just because he's seen me go near the grape vine, which can only mean one thing (sure, I may claim I'm there to hang out my laundry, but he isn't fooled).

But frankly, most of the time, you can leave the treats, he'll eat them when you're gone ‒ while you're here, how about rubbing his cheeks? Reach down to offer this guy any treat he's not completely in the mood for, and he's liable to go, hnn, y'know what, this here hand could be rubbing my cheeks. His happy place is sitting with his face in my lap, getting rubbed on both cheeks at once (a single cheek is acceptable if you're holding a camera, but we both know you can do better).

Attila mostly spends his days in our back yard, but by around 5:30 most evenings you'll find him sitting up top in his two-storey hutch, patiently waiting for the miraculous appearance of tasty rabbit pellets he's learned to expect in the evening (post-pellets, you will usually find him snoozing in a happy pellet coma). In the morning, however, convincing him that the hutch is open again, and that he can totally come out and enjoy the garden, is often complicated by the fact that you're standing near his hutch, and you could definitely be giving him a good head-scritch or some cheek-rub through the bars.

He spends so much time doing this that I have been known to joke that if someone ever stuffed Attila then propped him up at the bars of his hutch in this exact position, it might genuinely take me a while to notice.

It is to my great shame that Attila had been living with me for some time before I happened upon a random youtube video by a fellow rabbit-owner who mentioned in passing that her bun liked having her cheeks rubbed. Believe me when I tell you that nothing I have ever done for this lil' guy has improved his quality life more than the day we discovered just how much he enjoyed this particular form of attention. From that day forth, I am no longer his owner, I am his cheek rub delivery service.

(He will still attest that I do absolutely give the best cheek rubs. No-one else in the household is nearly so willing to flow down on the grass with him so he can shove his face up on my leg. The fact he usually gets a grape vine leaf afterwards doesn't hurt either.)

Now, just to end this post, I'm going to have to hope there are no underaged buns reading, because I am about to share some filthy bunny-porn.

[idontplaytrack]

*cough cough* excuse me ☝️ is this the request station?

I would like some gay stuff

Specifically of the Capri variety

More specifically slightly mean Capri but like in a good ending way hehehehehe

Running from the truth

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, teasing, fluff

Reader is Capri’s best friend who’s currently closeted and trying to figure out who she is. A breakup brings the pair closer together and allows reader to really know herself.

- wc: 3.2k

When the bell let out for lunch, Capri quickly made her way from Biology class to meet you at your locker so you two could go to lunch together. To her confusion, you weren’t there like you usually would be. But she did hear your voice. With a turn of her head, she saw you at the end of the hallway. The conversation that you were having with Chandler— your boyfriend, was unclear because of how far away you were.

Capri strutted closer to you and him, somehow going unnoticed. Which was good, for her, so she could listen in and step in if needed.

“Leave me alone, Chandler.” You said firmly, “That conversation ended three nights ago.”

“Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Do anything?” You arched a brow, he said that so flatly you could just shove him. He nodded anyway.

“Then what I want you to do is to leave me alone. I broke up with you, deal with it.”

“For what?”

“I already told you why.” You continued, “I don’t want to be with you anymore, I don’t like you anymore. And honestly, can you blame me? We’ve been together three years and you never seemed interested in anything about me, or just…me. Your body is with me but your mind? Is always on your games, your sports, your friends.”

“You’re so fucking needy.”

“Excuse me?” Capri stood in between you and him, “You were the one who said ‘please’. She merely told you to leave her alone.”

“You and her are the same. A couple of needy people, so clingy.”

Capri scoffed, smiling sickeningly sweet, “Fuck off, Chandler, “You said you’d do anything? Yet when she told you what to do, you’re ignoring it. That’s just sour grapes, dude. You’re pathetic as hell.”

He laughed, smirked and left. But his eyes, showed that he was defeated. He was simply too prideful to admit it, typical.

“Karma will get you, don’t be so smug.”

“Who do you think you are, y/n?” He remarked before turning on his heel.

Placing your lunch trays on the table, you sat down with Capri and was soon joined by Darby. “You two seem…”

“Thread carefully, Darbs.” Capri couldn’t help but laugh.

“I broke up with Chandler.” You revealed.

“What?”

“Oh, come on. He sucked.” Capri shoved a mouthful of salad into her mouth, “He just treats y/n like a trophy of sorts to show off. He doesn’t care about shit.”

“Well I was so wrong about him.”

“He’s an actor.” Capri reminded, “That’s what he’s been paid to do all his life.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” You admitted, “I couldn’t stand him anymore. The fame got to his head.”

“No, no, no. He’s been like this the whole time, girl.” Capri disagreed, “He just needed you to trust him. Then, the facade was gone.”

“You’re better off without him, y/n.” Darby added on sympathetically. Alex showed up next, greeting Darby with a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, guys.”

“Hey.” You and Capri answered in sync then went back to eating silently.

“Don’t ask, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m pissed.”

“Hey, that’s alright. As long as you’re okay.” Alex shrugged.

After school, Capri gives you a ride home. “You are awfully quiet. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m just…tired. You know what my parents are like.”

“I do.” She sighed dramatically making you chuckle, “Muffle them out.”

“God, I’m so sick of playing nice. I was an actor and the biggest act of my life has been their acting like their idea of a perfect daughter. I’m faking it everyday and it is…”

“Fucking exhausting? I know, honey. Not long until you can move out, though.”

“Capri, let’s be real. They would never let me go.”

“You’ll be 18 soon. You’ll have access to your funds from your acting career, you’ll be legal. You’ll be free to do whatever you want, free to be yourself.”

“Well, I appreciate your positivity.” You let out an exhale in amusement.

“Any time.” She answered playfully.

“It’s not a lot though, they used so much of what didn’t have to be put in the Coogan account on themselves and I didn’t exactly say anything because I was just a kid. I didn’t know any better than making sure I was being good so they wouldn’t fight.”

“You did your best, and look at you now. Straight As, badass who just broke things off with a pathetic little bitch boy.”

“I only stayed together with him because— you know what? You don’t need to hear this b.s., Capri.”

“Girl, go ahead. I’m all ears, that’s what friends are for. Get it off your chest.”

“I only stayed as long as I had, with him, because of the fans. Because my parents really approved of us being together saying he was a nice, sweet guy. In front of everyone, sure. When we’re alone, I don’t even know him. He didn’t give a damn what I thought about anything, always going on and on about himself.”

“I’m happy for you that you managed to end things with him. You deserve better than that conceited jock.”

“It’s weird to be alone now.” You laughed dryly, “Three years is…a lot of time to have spent with someone. Now it just feels like I wasted a big chunk of my life, I haven’t worked since I was thirteen. Started in-person school for the first time in my life for high school and I have never felt more out of place. You— you and Darby and Alex are the only ones that make me feel normal. The rest of them make me feel like I’m a zoo animal.”

“I admire your strength. It’s not easy to bounce back after that injury.”

“Please, I broke an arm and a leg because an irresponsible production team insisted that I didn’t need a stunt double. I didn’t get some terminal illness. I just have a limp and chronic pain. Thanks for listening, though. I’m okay, I just get really frustrated sometimes because I can’t say anything about how I feel to my mom or my dad. But I feel better now.”

“Your arm healed, and you got back to work. y/n, you booked a season as the lead before the network decided to cancel it.”

“Meaning, it failed and so did I. That’s history, Capri.”

“Well, we’ve never talked about it all at this level before. And I’m glad we did, I’m glad you feel better.”

You sighed playfully, “Oh, what would I do without you?”

“You would be a hell of a mess, darling.” Capri replied cheekily, “Okay, this is you. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same time, okay? Text me anytime.”

“I hear you, Capri. I’m fine, just needed to get that off my chest.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. “Bye, Capri.”

“Have a good night!”

————

After dinner, your mom got angry because your dad refused to do his only chore of washing dishes. Somehow, one argument led to many, many other topics. And then you got roped into it, but you have already been up in your bedroom once you washed the plate and cutlery you used for dinner. That was at least an hour ago.

When the yelling got closer and closer to your room, that’s when you knew that one of them was probably in their room while the other remained in the living room or some other room in this house. While they were both consumed by the anger, you quickly grabbed your backpack and left the house with it and your phone. No one said anything, and neither did they even notice you were gone.

Ringing Capri’s doorbell, the front door swings open within seconds of the sound of your best friend’s voice on the other side of it.

“Hey!”

“Hi, can I…spend the night? Things got too much at home and I just need to clear my head.”

“Oh, of course.” Her gaze softened, “Come on in.”

You followed her inside, she shut the heavy front door and locked it swiftly.

“Did you eat?” She asked.

“Yeah, can I just go to bed? I don’t really wanna talk.”

Capri fell silent, leading you upstairs. You put your bag down and stood by her bed. “Sit down.” She nudged with a smile. You didn’t, but instead quietly slipped into her ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth. “Here’s some pjs if you want to change.”

“Thanks.” You muttered and changed into the pyjamas without saying anything then just laid down in her bed.

“Would you rather sleep in a separate bed?”

You shook your head, faced your back against her and began to drift off before the conversation could even continue. “Good night.” She said while you succumbed to sleep.

The next morning, you borrowed a shirt from Capri for school, keeping on the same pair of plaid pattern pants from last night. Then, she did your hair and even your makeup. She insisted. After a tense breakfast with Capri, her parents and her sister, you were off to school. “You can come over anytime, y/n. You don’t have to be at home if you don’t want to be. You shouldn’t have to put up with their demands, or their yelling. It’s not good for you.”

“Don’t make me cry now, Capri.” You replied flatly, taking a deep breath, “I can’t cry. I shouldn’t.”

“You can, and you should. It’s good for you.”

“I cry.” You told her, “Too much. I cry myself to sleep, Capri. The only time in weeks that I didn’t was last night.”

Tense silence lapsed once again, “I’m sorry.” She told you, the drive continued with you looking out the window. But by the time you guys got to school, you were your usual self again. But Capri was unsure if you were being for real or pretending because the people here wouldn’t expect you to be experiencing any emotions like a normal person would. You always had to be perfect, unless you were around your own little group of friends.

It was Thursday, and the weekend was near. All you had to do, like usual, was get through the day then you could be done with it. “y/n.” Capri warned, poking your shoulder from behind.

“What?” You asked, squeezing the plastic water bottle in your hands.

“Where’s your lunch?” Capri sighed, setting her tray down in front of you, “I told you you got to stop doing this. Eat up.”

“I’m trying.” You said back, smiling appreciatively, picking up the fork.

“I’ll be right back, don’t wait for me. Just eat first.” Capri squeezed your shoulder. This goes unnoticed by you but Alex was walking up to the table as Capri walked away to join the lunch line. She gave the guy a look to keep an eye on you and made sure you ate.

Capri returned with a new bottle of water for you and a Twix, along with her own lunch. Your face lit up, “Thanks, Capri.”

“You’re welcome.”

It was a small gesture, getting you some more water without you asking, or your favourite cnady bar. But it helped you start feeling better about everything going on. As much as it was hard for you to open up, she was glad you did. Capri was glad that you were starting to. She cared about you and she wasn’t afraid to show it, despite having a rep of being royalty at school…perhaps that was why despite all the things people at school were saying about you, they didn’t dare to actually come closer to you to do anything— with the exception of a handful that have called you by your character’s name to taunt you or yell your character’s catchphrase in your phase. You just let them, you were proud of the time and effort you’ve put into your acting career, as brief as it turned out to be. You enjoyed your time on that set until your injury, you made friends…some of which for life. You even met your (ex) partner there. Most importantly, it allowed your family to no longer have to worry about money. Which…later became a problem because they started to fully rely on you for income. You felt pressured to the point where you had to quit to stop it. You didn’t really want to leave the business, you really enjoyed acting. But your final hurrah was faking a complete mental breakdown over how much stress acting put on you— in front of your parents so that you could get out of the business.

In the weeks leading up to your breakup with Chandler, you noticed yourself getting tense around your best friend. You found it odd but brushed it off as your stress of thinking about how to end things with Chandler, and being around your best friend was the only time you could actually feel your emotions. Then, lately, the tense feeling became what you recognised to be butterflies. Insane butterflies. When she talked to you, brush her hand against yours, squeezing your shoulder, giving you a hug. Shit, even something as simple as her looking at you could get you tongue tied. So, for the last few weeks, you had to put on another act and pretend she was someone else. Just so you could trick your mind that you weren’t talking to Capri otherwise, you’d be a mess.

The day proceeded as per normal, including getting a ride home from Capri. Being there in her Lexus, alone, in such close proximity…you don’t know what came over to you. It was like you let the scenarios of you and her being together take over you and you wanted something to happen, for real. “Capri, actually—” You began, the car stopped at a light, “I… I don’t want to go home. Can I just— be at yours again?”

“Of course.” Capri doesn’t even have to consider. She just readily agreed, she’s always got your back.

“Do you have any plans for the weekend? I was thinking maybe we could do something.”

“Same, I’m thinking maybe bowling or just go to the mall, shop and eat?” Capri glanced at you.

“Bowling sounds pretty damn fun.”

“Then it’s settled, we’ll go bowling after school on Friday.” She beamed, turning a left.

“Looking forward to that.” You smiled too.

Tonight, you and Capri were home alone. So you both were just snacking to your hearts’ content and having a movie marathon in the living room. “Wait hang on—”

“Yeah?”

“You have cheer practice on Thursday. Did you just skip it?”

“I did.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“Why? You never—”

“I needed a break.”

“Okay.” You looked at your feet.

“You want another drink?” She asked, getting up from the floor. You didn’t say anything and just stared at the TV.

Capri sighed, but just got you a diet coke anyway then refilled the bowl of popcorn and pretzels. “Thanks.” You cracked open the can, “Before you ask, I’m fine. I’m not letting some guy ruin my own mood. It’s the leg pain.”

“Do you need medicine?”

“I already took it, it’s not doing much.”

Thankfully the conversation took a lighthearted turn because you didn’t want to get too focused on the pain. That only worked for awhile though, because your mind started to drift away again, thinking about Capri. But most importantly, how and when you should tell Capri how you felt— about her. You haven’t even come out to anyone yet, let alone her.

Suddenly, you feel Capri rest her head on your shoulder and you just froze… “Capri?”

You’ve decided that it was now or never. You didn’t know when you were going to get the guts again. She sat up again, looking at you while you looked back at her. As you leaned closer and closer, she placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you back, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Capri, I like— I like you.”

“No.” She remained calm but your stomach felt like it was flipping inside out. “You can’t do this now. You can’t just kiss me, I don’t think you’re in a very good place right now.”

Embarrassed, you ran out back. And easily, she caught up. “y/n, I’m worried about you.”

“I know, I know! Capri, I broke up with him because I like you. I would've stayed on for my own sake of keeping the peace between me and my parents, spared myself from all the speculation online. The bloody name calling, the outright bullying. You— you make me feel like I’m a human being, not some zoo animal for people to take pictures of. You are my first real friend in years and years of —” You choked on a sob, “I spent the last few weeks acting like I wasn’t a mess inside around you. I started to catch feelings for you and freaked out. But then when I calmed down and thought about it, I realised my feelings for you were real. I realise I couldn’t stay on in that relationship with Chandler, trapping myself in there…I couldn’t do nothing and possibly watch you slip away. Boys throw themselves at you, girls too. You are a talented athlete who’s so beautiful. I am an ex-child star who’s no longer relevant, who couldn’t continue my passion in acting because I got so scared I would be stuck at home having two grown adults use me for money. I don’t just like you. I love you. So I’m sorry, I’m sorry I chose tonight to make a move. It was very poorly timed but I just suddenly got the guts to. I didn’t want to be running from the truth anymore. God, I’m such a—”

“Shut up.” Capri told you, biting back a chuckle and holding onto your hand, “Stop, stop. Thank you for telling me, because I have been liking you for a whole year and I didn’t want to scare you away because I didn’t know if you were into girls. And now that I know you are…I’m not going to hold back on the moves.”

You laughed at the last part, sniffling, “I shouldn’t have just came onto you like that.”

“Come on, you weren’t pouncing on me or anything. I would’ve kissed you back immediately if I knew this was why instead of thinking you just trying to do something to feel something.” Her arm slowly winded around your waist. “And just so you know…I don’t care about your past. I know it, but it doesn’t define who you are the way you think it does. It made you resilient, it made you stronger, it made you who you are. The y/n that I know…from the moment I met you on our first day at high school. So yeah, you cry sometimes, you’re in pain sometimes, things people say get to you a little, or a lot. But you let it out with me and I feel so special to have that trust. You are as perfect as you can be, as a human being, as a person. You’ve been through a lot which taught you a lot, you’ve come out of that chapter of your life a better version of yourself, you’ve been letting go of your old life to build up your new one…this one. I…am so damn lucky that you want me in it. Because you’re my best friend, and I love you.”

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[nycbaby21]

Mackie Samoskevich Imagine

prompt: inspired by an ask for @ijustreallylovethem

Where the reader and Mackie aren't public with their relationship and Dylan accidentally posts a picture of them

word count: 1,481

“Hey guys,” I say sitting down at the table and taking a seat next to Mackie, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He blushes and smiles. “Hey baby,” he whispers grabbing my hand under the table. We had been together for around four months now but we were trying to keep it quiet. We both have seen what the other guys have gone through with fangirls being rude to their girlfriends and Mackie didn’t want to put me through that. I was thankful for that because I remember last year hearing one of them cry because of the hate comments on her posts. It was easy for us to still be around each other and be kind of touchy because I have been friends with the guys since last year.

“You guys are so cute,” Dylan smiles staring at us. “Thanks, Dyl,” I laugh squeezing Mack’s hand, he gets flustered really easily. “Okay before he starts on an hour-long rant about how you two are his favorite couple ever, let’s talk about Saturday night,” Ethan shifts the attention away from us, which Mackie is happy about. It’s really cute how he is so confident about everything else like hockey and school but he gets all nervous and shy around other people. Which is the opposite of what he was before we started dating.

“What’s Saturday,” I asked picking up a piece of fruit off my plate and eating it. Mark opens his mouth but I quickly stop him,” Estapa if you say it’s for the boys I am going to throw this grape at your head.” Everyone laughs while Mark says it anyway just to mess with me. I throw the grape and he catches it in his mouth. Mark was actually the reason I became friends with the other guys. We partnered together on a project at the beginning of last year and I’ve been stuck with them ever since, not that I mind. 

“Some of the guys are coming over to watch the game,” Luke says before gathering his things. He and Mark had a class across campus so they started heading that way early. “See you guys,” Mark says swiping another grape from my plate. I roll my eyes at him and flip him off. He gives me a big grin and catches up with Luke. The guys start talking about what they need to grab for the gathering and I put my head on Mackie’s shoulder. Dylan stops mid-sentence and takes a picture of us. “Dylan seriously knock it off,” Mackie pleads while Ethan smacks him on the back of the head. 

“Okay we gotta go, but I’ll come over tonight after practice. Does that work for you,” I say sitting up and turning towards my boyfriend. He gives me a nod and stands up with me. He grabs all of my things and puts them in Dylan’s arms, who I have in my next class. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then,” he gives me a quick hug and grabs his stuff too. Ethan rounds the table and throws himself on me. I laugh and try to keep him up while attempting to hug him back. “I just needed a hug, since someone says he can’t anymore,” Ethan says dramatically glancing over at Mackie. “Sorry all reserved for my girlfriend buddy,” he jokes. “Yeah we’ll see about that Samo,” Ethan says before running at him with his arms open. 

Dylan and I watch the two of them run for a second before finally heading to class. “I can carry that Dyl,” I say trying to take my stuff back. “Y/n it’s two books and a laptop I think I can handle it,” he laughs rolling his eyes. I just give up because I know he isn’t gonna budge. “Does it actually bother you when I talk about how cute you and Mack are,” he asks while we walk in step. “No way. I mean it makes him flustered but it doesn’t bother either of us. The guys are just giving you a hard time Dyl,” I say placing my hand on his arm and patting it. “Besides if you didn’t take all of those pictures of us, I wouldn’t have this cute lock screen,” I show him. It was one of us after a game Mackie hugging me from behind as I tried to get away because he was super sweaty. We were both laughing and it was one of my favorites.

With my last class of the day being canceled, I was finished for the day and headed to the guys’s house. As I got there I noticed I still had at least a couple of hours before they got home. I started straightening up around the house so the boys didn’t have to come in all tired and do it. After finishing that I made my way to the kitchen and started making something for dinner. My choices were limited obviously, but they did have everything to make pasta with. After getting that started I grabbed the things I would need for brownies and got those ready.

The food was done and I was mixing the batter when I heard five very loud hockey players enter the house. They all followed the sound of my music and the smell of the food into the kitchen. “Oh my god I love you,” Luke says making his way into the kitchen first. “For cleaning or for cooking,” I laugh putting the bowl on the counter and looking for a pan. “Both,” he says grabbing a bowl and putting food onto it. The guys all quickly follow suit and while they are pushing and shoving to try and get some first, Mackie comes up behind me and puts his head on my shoulder. I relax and lean back into him.

“Thank you. You do know that you don’t have to do all of this right? We will all still love you even if you don’t,” he says before kissing my cheek. “Speak for yourself. I would actually love you a little less if you stopped taking care of us,” Mark jokes and I whacked with the rubber spatula I had on the counter near me. We all sat down and started eating and Dyaln took a picture of me sitting on Mackie’s lap with a bowl of pasta we were sharing. “I am so sending this to the group chat and bragging to the freshies,” he says and we smile at the camera. After everyone was done and the brownies were cooling, the boys did the dishes while I set up the TV in the living room. 

Last week the guys were going out and Mackie and I decided to stay in and watch something. I put on Pretty Little Liars because I was making Mackie watch it for the first time. One by one each guy had come downstairs after getting ready to wait for the others. Slowly each guy started watching it and then asking questions and I finally started it all over so we could all watch it together. 

“Okay, so how many times are we actually gonna see this video of her in the yellow shirt saying that,” Luke asks and I laugh because I thought the same thing when I first watched it. “Only a couple dozen more times,” my answer makes them all groan. The girls all got a text on the screen and my phone started going off. Five sets of eyes snap my way,” seriously,” I laugh checking my phone. I see tons of new followers and texts from some of my friends. “Dyl didn’t you say you sent that picture to the group chat,” I ask pausing the show. “Yeah, why,” he asks looking up from his spot on the ground.

I pull up his Instagram story and show him that he actually posted it on his story and not into the chat. “Oh shit. I am so sorry guys. I’ll go delete it now,” he fumbles with his phone trying to delete it. “Don’t worry about it. Leave it up,” Mackie says pulling it up on his phone and reposting it to his story. “You sure,” I ask and he leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Yeah. As long as you are,” he looks at me. I nod and scroll through and share it with my story too. “So you guys aren’t mad at me,” Dylan asks. “No Dyl. We could never be mad at our number one supporter,” I ruffle his hair and smile. After posting it, we both turn our phones on Do Not Disturb and I play the show. “So does this mean I can post the album of pictures I have of you know,” he asks already scrolling through trying to pick his favorites.

[shinagawa-division]

Happy Halloween from CodeX

(+ Malphas, Aiko, & Seizou!)

“I’m quite disappointed in myself to have been roped into this nonsense yet again.”

“Oh quiet, Ritsuko, you’re clearly enjoying this, there’s nothing wrong with getting into the Halloween spirit.”

“I am only doing this for Sumire, she is the only person I will entertain such childishness, had it been anyone else, I would’ve fed them to my own handmade monsters.”

“Noted, teach. Anyways, you guys look great, I told you I was gonna hook us up with some good costumes.”

“I’m surprised you actually did well, here I thought you would’ve messed up and made us look like fools.”

“You act like I can’t follow basic instructions.”

“You…you literally can’t, there has been actual court tapes of you doing the opposite of what you’re supposed to do.”

“They’re fucking fake! None of you can prove that was actually me!”

“Enough! Both of you! I am NOT in the mood for one of your screaming matches tonight, Miho, be grateful that Sumire got us the costumes, Sumire, for once stop provoking your aunt, am I clear?!”

“Tch, alright fine! I apologize, Sumire, you did a good job on getting us costumes.”

“…Yeah, fine, whatever, thanks Miho, sorry for snapping.”

“Glad we can come to an agreement. You there, did you enjoy the show? You can stop cowering now, come here and get your confectioneries.”

You received a treat!

Toil Trouble Bubblegum. Sweet, stretchy and chewy bubblegum made to blow the biggest bubbles you’ve ever seen, it’s infused with popping rocks to give it that bubbly feel you’d see in a cauldron.

“My sincerest apologies you had to see us like that, I assure you we…well, some of us are more graceful than this. Here, for your troubles.”

You received a treat!

Candy Crystals. Crystallized hard candy in various colors signifying their flavors such as strawberry, pineapple, green apple, and grape. They shine and glimmer just as bright as actual crystals.

“‘Graceful’, my ass, I’ve seen you lay a bitch out for less. Anyways, happy halloween, stay dangerous out there.”

You received a treat!

Web Cookies. Freshly baked sugar cookies decorated with white vanilla frosting in a spiderweb like pattern, some of them even have gumdrops that look like little spiders crawling on them.

“By the way, Sumire, where is Aiko? Usually she’d be right in your shadow.”

“Oh, she, Malphas, and Seizou went trick or treating together, it’s the first year Seizou gets to celebrate, I almost can’t believe it but yeah, they’re gonna be gone for most of the day.”

Meanwhile…

“Eeee! Sei-chan, you look so so adorable! Hold on, stand still, I wanna get more photos of you!”

“Nee-sama, you have taken approximately 120 photos in the last hour, Seizou thinks that is more than sufficient data.”

“He’s right, Aiko, how do you even have so much storage on your phone?”

“Big sister made it for me, duh! Also don’t blame me for wanting to capture the moment, this is Seizou’s very first halloween since he was created! This is huge!”

“Heh, yeah I guess it is, how’re you feeling, Sei?”

“Seizou is…content, Seizou is very curious about Halloween and has even done research, however, Seizou is anticipating meeting with A.M.U.-chan.”

“Hehe~ We’re almost there, Sei-chan, be good for big brother A.R.K. when we do okay?”

“…Affirmative.”

“Still don’t feel right about him watching Seizou and A.M.U.”

“I would watch them myself but I promise Saburo-kun I’d go to a cafe with him.”

“Ugh, do NOT remind me, what do you even see in that pipsqueak?”

“Maaaal! I thought we’ve been over this! Saburo-kun’s really sweet and nice! Stop worrying!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“Nee-sama, Nii-sama, there’s someone here…”

“Eh? Oh! Hi! Happy Halloween! C’mon you guys, give them something!”

You received a treat!

Ghost Gumdrops. Small and cute, white sugary gumdrops with three black drops of brown sugar to look like a ghost, it’s too cute to be creepy and you almost feel bad for eating it.

“Greetings. Seizou wishes you a Happy Halloween.”

You received a treat!

Candy Gears. Hard candy shaped like gears, great for both human and robot consumption.

“What? You still want more? Greedy little human, aren’t you? Take this and get lost.”

You received a trick!

An egg sac?! Oh god it was filled with spiders and it busted! You scream and flail around as the spiders crawl all over you from head to toe!

[hopenabi]

Picnic Date

Prompt : You and Namjoon have been together for awhile and you decided to go for a picnic but thing’s turn south when a guy starts to bother you.

Ship : !Namjoon! BTS! x !Reader!

Warning : !Swearing!, !Harassment!

Idk what this is I’m just tryna get comfortable with writing. 😭

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Readers POV :

“Where are we going again?” You ask for what feels like the 30th time since we left my apartment. “I already told you it’s a surprise, I’m not going to spoil it just because you ask nicely” he says.

“Fine…. I’ll stop asking.”

“Good”

The car finally stop and park. Namjoon gets out and opens the door, leading you out of the car so you don’t fall and bust your ass. “Okay now can I see” you ask and he finally says yes. You quickly take off the blindfold and look around.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a picnic park. See that building over there” he says pointing, nodding at him as he continues. “If we go inside there you can find everything you need for a picnic, they give you free blankets to use and you just have to pay for the food and drinks you want to have.”

“Cool. Let’s get going then” you take his hand and begin walking towards the building. “What do you want to eat and drink” he asks, you ponder about it for a moment and decide on some fruit, sandwiches and some sparkling grape juice.

“I’ll order while you find us a spot and get the blankets”

“Don’t take long” you say winking at him.

“Don’t worry baby I would never miss a moment with you, plus i love teasing you and making you blush adorably like how you always do” he says smirking.

“Yea. Yea. Whatever. I’ll wait for you by the door” you say playfully rolling your eyes at him. You reach up on your tiptoes to give his cheek a kiss before leaving .

You walk over to the cubbies to get the blanket but a man stops you by grabbing your arm harshly.

“Do I know you?”

“No, but you could get to know me.”

“ I’m okay thank you” you say walking away but he follows, you don’t think much of it because he could be getting a blanket as well, so you go about your way.

“Why don’t you wanna get to know me?” He says, you turn to his voice and realize he in fact is not looking for blanket but is following you around like a lost dog. “I have a boyfriend” you state. Straight to the point.

“So… he doesn’t have to know, darlin” he puts his hands on your face, brushing some hair out of the way and grabbing you chin harshly.

“Who doesn’t have to know what?” I hear, heart dropping to the floor as you realize it’s Namjoon. You panic internally since it looks like you’re cheating on him. You don’t speak and instead freeze, not daring to look him at him. Until he scoffs at what the man responds.

“Oh nothing just trying to convince this sweet babe to hangout with me instead of her lame excuse of a boyfriend, which for the record I don’t see anywhere” he says leaning into you and trying to kiss your cheek. You try backing away but it’s no use, his grip on your arm is too strong.

Namjoon’s eyebrows knit and shoulders tense as he sees this guy harassing you right in front of him. You whimper when the hands are ripped off of you and you’re pulled towards a hard chest. You lean into Namjoon’s embrace and rub at your wrists.

He scoffs and then puts a smirk on. “This sweet babe right here is my girlfriend so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to her like she’s a thing to possess, and her lame excuse of a boyfriend is me so I suggest you go about your day and not ruin ours anymore that you have already” he says sternly.

“Now if you would excuse us… we have a picnic date to get to” he says sternly.

The guys holds up his hands as if showing he’s backing off and leaves out the door. When the door chime rings signaling he’s gone you finally look up. The expression Namjoon has on his face is one you’ve never seen before, before you can think you start saying sorry.

“What for?” He questions.

“I’m sorry I caused a scene.” You say feeling embarrassed at the fact that everyone had witnessed what had just happened.

“You didn’t do anything, that asshole thinking he had any right to put his hands on you did.” He states pulling you in for a comforting hug.

“Some people just don’t know how to take a hint” he says clearly still bothered by the man’s actions.

“Thank you” you say quietly.

“What for?”

“For saving me” you say smiling up at him “ my knight in shining armor” you tease making his ears turn red. You laugh at the fact that something so simple could get him to smile like that. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Anything for my baby”

“You’re such a dork, come on . Let’s continue our day and forget about what happened.” He says leading me out the door into the picnic area, picnic basket in one hand and your hand in the other.

As we all walk over you get closer to him, grabbing his arm instead of his hand. He tucking you under his arm and leading you to a beautiful field with wildflowers, overlooking a small pond.

“This is beautiful, Namjoon”

“Told ya it’d be worth the wait and surprise”

As he finishes his words you go down to the pond to see if there are any fish or turtles inside the water. Namjoon sets the blanket and basket up , then heads toward you. When he stands next to you, you turn and look up at him.

“ This is amazing, thank you” you say as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him.