#holy shit man walks on fucking moon

[landmoose]

Happy July 20th!

[pocketgalaxies]

i just realized laura and travis are matching i love love

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GETTING ON TUMBLR TO BLOG ABOUT THE SOUNDTRACK VIDEO!!!!!!!!!!

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Happy moon landing day!

[burstinn]

You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves

You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.

Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.

And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest

- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him

- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch

- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.

- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating

- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE

- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.

SOAP

- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..

- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.

- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally

- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr

- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"

- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"

- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."

- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.

- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.

- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.

- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first

- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.

- "no.. It's okay.."

- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame

- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react

GHOST

- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.

- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.

- He got hard, you noticed.

- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."

- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes

- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?

- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize

- He just nodded..

- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..

- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face

- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief

- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"

- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod

- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face

- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face

- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing

- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good

- if you look behind you, He's hard.

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass

- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face

- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.

- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr

KRUEGER

- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy

- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face

- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing

- He would do it until you say yes..

- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.

- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are

- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)

- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

hang the moon ◦ l.f

-going through the ages of time with felix, from when you told him you were pregnant to seeing him braid your baby's hair.

@feelikecinderella I hope you like it it isn't something I usually write, but I adored writing it so thank you so so much for the request ♡

Paring ◦ Dad!Lee Felix x Pregnant!Reader

Words ◦ 4,506(this was originally supposed to be 1,000 words 💀)

Genre ◦ Fluff, Dad!Lixie headcanons, MY FIRST REQUEST MWAHAHA.

Warnings ◦ Felix being the sweetest man in the whole world, super unrealistic ngl, descriptions about pain, crying, reader being kinda moody, sexual content but its literally like two lines and it just says that you give him head and him giving you an orgasm no details at all, felix being hot asf, felix being a model father, a few big bad fuck words, I'm 19 i dont know how pregnancy works so bear with me babes💀, I know their has to be at LEAST 12 spelling errors, not edited (forgive me I have no time) uhhh nothing else I don't think

A/N ◦ I love this so much it was so cute and I stand by the fact if my husband isn't like this with kids I'm not having one (also is anybody else traumatized by their present absent dads my dad was always in my life and I love him to death great father terrible husband never did anything to help my mom out which makes me really scared to have kids can anyone relate?) I just want to apologize in advance for my rambling tendency please forgive me 🙏 Also this isn't in actual bullet point because Tumblr is stupid.

~cookiecreates 🍪

Mommy-to-be!Reader who gets that feeling all mothers get when another body is currently being knitted together inside them. The month you missed your period also helped with the suspicion, but the three pregnancy tests with two thick pink lines screaming at you really confirm your hypotheses that you are indeed pregnant, and it is 100% Felixes.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who is first overwhelmed by all the thoughts that have gathered in your head—the preparations, the options—if you want to keep the baby or not, what are you going to do if he doesn't want to? Oh no, you didn't think about what you would do if he didn't want to keep the baby. How would he react? Your overwhelm quickly changed to an anxiety that bubbled in your stomach when you thought of all the possible outcomes of what could happen to your relationship because of one simple accident. No matter how secure your relationship with Felix is, it's terrifying to think that he might leave, seeing his dreams of being an idol as more important than being a dad.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who was just sitting on the couch fiddling with his computer, when you walk in with your tear-stained face and trembling hands, he immediately goes to comfort mode. "What is it, darling whats w-" he stops in his tracks, seeing the test in your hands and definitely seeing the thick pink lines that tell him you're pregnant...

Daddy-to-be!Felix whose immediate reaction is to gather you up in his arms and twirl you around in the air, overwhelmed by a feeling of unadulterated joy. His whole face is lit up like a Christmas tree, really making his sunshine title shine through.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who can’t really believe it, “Your pregnant.” “Apparently” “Oh my gosh, we're pregnant.” “I don't think that's how that works.” You chuckle, still in mild denial. “Oh yeah, it is part of my DNA is currently inside of you.” He stops, really letting it sink in. “Holy shit, we're going to have a baby! You don't think either of you has ever smiled so big in your lives. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who goes and tells the group the next day, too ecstatic to keep it to himself.

Uncle-to-be!Group who congratulates the hell out you and Felix, promising to take care of the baby any time you two need a babysitter. Cue spontaneous gift-giving as well; one day you find a stroller on your front porch from Chan, a box of baby clothes from Han, and a diaper bag from Minho, all on the same day.

Uncle-to-be!Chan who promises to spoil the hell out of your little sunshine, letting Felix rant about all his fantasies, how he's going to be the best dad, how you're going to be a wonderful mom, how he's going to buy her the cutest clothes, and how- Chan loves Felix, but he stopped listening after the 25th compliment about how wonderful you are doing with your pregnancy.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who figures out that Han's girlfriend, your best friend, is also pregnant, so you won't have to deal with your pregnancy alone, while Felix is understanding and supportive; he is a guy after all, and some things like how your boobs hurt and are oddly getting bigger, he just won't understand, and that's okay because at least you have a friend who you can rant about your boobies too.

Mommy-to-be!Reader who promises not to tell anyone about Han's girlfriend's pregnancy. Due to her request, she and Han have already agreed that they are planning a very big event to tell the boys, and she doesn't want it to be spoiled because of your loose lips.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who's so gentle with you, even during the days when your bump is so little, it's almost nonexistent, always asking if you're okay or if you need some food, water, or if the baby is okay? Is she hungry? Maybe thirsty? You have to remind him that the baby is nothing more than a gathering of cells right now and can't partially talk.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who guarantees that your baby is a girl and no amount of convincing can persuade him he's definitely projecting.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who would refuse to let you get up from nuzzling his face in your practically flat stomach. "Felix, I have to pee." "Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom?" He looks up from your tummy with big boba eyes. You deadpan. "Yeah, okay, you're right. You've got this." Basically, giving you little praise hand emojis🙌, even though his worried eyes stare you down all the way to the bathroom. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who sends 'how are my girls doing' texts every day at practice, "You know, you don't actually know if it's a girl or not." "I have a feeling."

Daddy-to-be!Felix who treasures you even as you sob into his chest about your nightmares from the Euphoria TikToks you've watched about parents whose relationships crumbled because of having a baby, he dusts kisses over your face, whispering promise after promise on your skin that no matter what relationship won't crumble, this baby is going to make your relationship stronger, closer, better. He loves you too much, just like how he would love you if you were a worm and how he would kiss the prettiest person in the room with the choice between you or the prettiest person in the room because the prettiest person in the room is you (all true conversations you've had in between sobbing sessions).

Daddy-to-be!Felix who deals with all your shit with a smile on his face because he understands how hard it is to carry a fuckabigillion pound baby in your belly, so if you feel like yelling at him because he's home late, then crying in his arms because you regret yelling at him, begging him for forgiveness, he'll do both gladly. Not the forgiveness part; he doesn't forgive you because you didn't need it; he was never mad at you in the first place.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who starts getting concerned when your belly starts getting bigger at a faster rate than the average rate of time that one's belly gets bigger.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who shuts down every accusation that he's been doing research on your pregnancy and that he just happened to know the statistics about rates in which baby bumps grow (what can you say, he's a smart guy🤷)

Daddy-to-be!Felix who makes you promise to tell him all the days that your ultrasounds are on so he can make sure everything with you and his little princess is okay, especially since your bump is getting so big so fast, which he just happened to know and definitely did not do research about.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who gives you the best princess treatment all the time without fail. You don't like your nails; the money is on the counter for a new pair. You want to go shopping for maternity clothes because your jeans are starting to get too tight; he's at the door with his card and a big smile on his face, practically skipping out the door to give you the best day of your life. You want him to hold your bags as you walk around the mall, spending his money on anything you think looks even remotely cute; he'll do it with a sparkle in his eye. Your feet hurt from walking all day with this watermelon-sized child in your stomach; he'll lean down on his knees and stay there, rubbing your feet for hours. No matter what, even if he's exhausted from practice, his girls come first. Which ties into...

Daddy-to-be!Felix who demands time off. Demands it or he's done, leaving the team. (He's not actually going to, but he needs to let the company know he's not going to take their shit). His girls always come first. Reluctantly, they agree that he can take a 4-week break while you are pregnant and a 6-month leave after the baby comes. He glares at them before realizing that that's a pretty good chunk of time, but he's relentless, folding his arms in front of his chest, "and I get to leave whenever they need me." "I don't know about that." Daddy Bear mode activated. The woman trembles, looking at him. "Okay," she mutters reluctantly. Back into teddy bear mode. "Thank you so much. I hope you have a beautiful rest of your day." He turns and walks away like he didn't just make this lady shit her pants. (i highly doubt this is actually how this works but idrc this is called a fanFICTION for a reason )

Daddy-to-be!Felix who doesn't mind one bit doing the dishes and sweeping the floor as long as he sees you safe and sound in your bed, snoring away with your legs stuffed between a fluffy pillow.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who went with you to one of your ultrasounds, and ended up with only 10 minutes to get ready before a photoshoot. He had never felt so many glares in one room. Newsflash: It was worth it, even though they had to rearrange the whole schedule just for him. Han sent him a smile, knowing exactly how he felt.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who gets the worst cuteness aggression as you waddle around.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who just holds you when you burst into tears, feeling so useless as you cry from the pain, not knowing what to do when you start balling because the weight of holding a baby beginning to be too much to bear, so he just holds you, not being able to keep the tears that swarm his vision at bay, especially when he holds your bump, feeling how heavy it is just for him; he couldn't even imagine how heavy it is to carry that around inside of you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who calls his mom right after just to thank her for going through all the shit of baring a child because he sees how hard it is for you and literally can't believe women all around the world have been going through that for all of time, it genuinely baffles him, he trips out about it for a hot minute.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who takes it up as his personal mission to make you feel like the prettiest woman on the planet when you're with him, especially since he can tell you feel insecure with all the changes your body is making. He sees them, notices them, he doesn't mind them at all, what he minds is how much they are hurting you and he just can't have that. Let's just say the amount of kisses and orgasms he has given you in the past 6 hours makes you feel like the hottest bitch in the world for about 4 weeks after.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who convinces you not to do a gender reveal because he wants it to be a surprise, you are hesitant because you don't like not knowing which gender to buy certain clothes, but you know you currently have a closet full of both baby boy and baby girl clothes because of ✨princess treatment ✨and with a black card and pregnancy hormones, all the clothes at the mall looked cute. What can you say? You're just a girl. 🤷

Daddy-to-be!Felix whose biggest fear is that he's going to be away when you have the baby, and he's not going to be able to comfort you through the most memorable and painful time of your life. It quite literally brings tears to his eyes. You comfort him, telling him that it's okay even if he isn't there. You know he loves you, and you wouldn't mind, but he reminds you constantly, "I don't care if it's in the middle of a concert, a fansign, a meeting that determines my whole entire future; your water breaks, I run."

Daddy-to-be!Felix who is so relieved that your water breaks in the middle of the night when he's home, where you can screech as loud as you can to attempt to get his attention. 

Daddy-to-be!Felix who jumped up from bed so quick, grabbing you and leading you down the stairs, racked with guilt that he couldn't pick you up because A) he literally can't, and B) he's too terrified, he'll fall and hurt you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who if all the anxiety he has ever experienced in his entire life could be multiplied and put in his body, it would still be so minuscule compared to the way he's freaking the FUCK out right now, but he still tries to calm himself down, and be sober-minded for you.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who when you get to the hospital, they have got him FUCKED UP to think he's ever leaving you. Holding your hand through it all, a part of him has to be on you the entire time. It doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep; he's an idol. Not sleeping is what he does.

Daddy-to-be!Felix who falls in love with you all over again, seeing you push through all the pain—admiring your strength and dedication�� he loves you so much and makes sure you know, even in some of the most inconvenient times.  “Big push,” the nurse calls out from under you. “I love you so much, baby, so fucking much, holy shit.” He kisses your hand. “Shut up, Felix, please.” You scream, your body vibrating with pain. “Yes ma'am, shutting up right now.”

 Daddy-to-be!Felix who praises you constantly, “You're doing so well, baby.” "Keep pushing; do you see that, you're almost done?” "I'm so fuckin' proud of you, darling." "The only reason I'm going to see my beautiful baby is because of you. Do you know how much I admire you? I literally can't find the words." “SHUT UP.”

 Daddy-to-be!Felix who lets you hold onto him while you go through all the contractions, digging your nails into his skin, drawing blood, "Ow baby," "sorry," "it's okay, I understand." You obviously are not very sorry, cause two seconds later you're digging deeper into his wounds.

Dad!Felix who is just as ecstatic about them telling him it's a boy as he would be if they were telling him it was a girl, he just has to change his dreams about brushing his little girl's hair to teaching his little boy how to tie a tie (which he is very bad at, but for him, he will attempt to learn).

Dad!Felix who never knew that you could love somebody so deeply without ever even knowing them, but when he holds your little ball of sunshine in his arms and feels their heartbeats intertwining, it all seems so much more real. He has your eyes. His nose, your hands, his toes—he sees bits and pieces of the two of you in every breath he takes. He has just met your baby, and yet he immediately feels like he would burn the whole world down for him.

Dad!Felix who panics when you suddenly start having even more contractions.

Dad!Felix who breaks down in tears when they hand him your second baby, a little girl, whose freckles dust across her cheeks just like his. If he thought he was feeling happy before knowing he gets to experience the best of both worlds at the same time, makes his already bursting heart about 10 times its size. 

Dad!Felix who is sobbing happy tears, a smile plastered on his face as he cuts the umbilical cords off of both his little balls of sunshine, never thinking he would be so excited to do something in his life. 

Dad!Felix who at this point is so surprised that he hasn't had a heart attack with the amount of scares he has gotten in the past 12 hours, especially when his heart jumps out of his chest, as the doctor informs the both of you that you need to be stitched up from where you tore, you are mostly confused because you didn't know you tore. It must have blended in with the excruciating pain that was firing from all areas of your body. "What does that mean? Is she okay? Is she going to die? Is she-"

Dad!Felix who is literally going to pass out because he actually thinks you're going to die.

Dad!Felix who feels real fuckin stupid when the nurses just chuckle and tell him you're not going to die, your vagina ripped while giving birth, that it happens quite often; they just need to sew you up.

Dad!Felix who watches them like a hawk as they sew you up, making sure that they aren’t messing anything up.

Dad!Felix who literally refuses to let you do anything for at least 3 months after your birth, researching the hell out of what can ease your pain, forcing you into bed rest while he takes care of the kids, giving you massages for your aching muscles, pouring you warm baths with rose petals when your stitching hurts or itches, he's so kind and attentive, hating seeing you in pain.

Dad!Felix who is so eager to do anything; getting up when the babies are crying, changing diapers, giving bottles, singing the babies to sleep…

Dad!Felix who loves to sing the babies with his deep calming voice, knowing it puts them to sleep instantly. 

Dad!Felix who loves to eat you out when he finally puts the twins to bed about just as much, noticed the way you were looking at him as he was singing in that deep, sexy voice. 

Dad!Felix who goes right back to the kids 30 minutes later when your moans wake them up.  

Dad!Felix who just can't get over how awesome it is to see how different your babies are, not just in gender but in personality as well.

Dad!Felix who literally despises having the babies cry, does anything he can to stop it, not because it's annoying him, but because it hurts him to know his little angels are sad.

Dad!Felix who will cook dinner with both babies held carefully in his arms—something that seems atomically impossible, but he figures it out.

Dad!Felix who sees the guilt bubbling up on your face, rushing it away with gentle kisses and soft reassurances, ushering you away with a smile. “I know you're tired and hurting. Go take a nap, love, and I'll wake you up when dinner is done.”

Mom!Reader who wakes up from her nap, sees the house cleaned, the dishes done, the babies fed, and put to bed with a steaming meal in front of you, you are more than happy to suck him to the heavens after. Hey, everything's 50/50, right? 

Mom!Reader who begs Felix to get the babies because she can hear them crying through the baby monitor.

Dad!Felix who does it without a second thought. Never once complaining about how you guys could count the amount of sleep you have gotten combined on just one of your hands, he understood the twins were ornery—having a bad case of colic—so to calm them down, he sings to them just like he always does.

Mom!Reader who panics hearing such a deep voice over the baby monitor. In a fit of half-asleep—panic-induced—sleep deprivation run into the baby's room, ready to kill somebody if needed, but your heart melts instead when you meet Felix holding your sniffling twins, rocking them carefully in his arms. Tears pool in your eyes seeing the way his face glew with pure love; even though he looked exhausted, even though there were deep bags under his eyes and spit up on his shirt, no matter how hard life was, at least you know that with Felix, you’d never regret it, not even for a minute.

Dad!Felix who looks up, surprised to see you in the doorway. "Hi baby," he whispers. "Go back to bed, darling. I've got this." You look at him like he hung the moon, and for you, he would. 

Dad!Felix who is the most patient father any child could ever ask for. (I will never get over this. Definitely the type of dad who would help clean up the milk and not just yell because it was spilled)

Dad!Felix who would rather die than yell at his kids, is definitely the gentlest parent known to man.

Dad!Felix who dresses your angels like the next Louis Vuitton ambassadors, "Really, Felix, our four-month-old babies do not need a Louis blazer and jumpsuit." "Who says?” he shrugs. “Um, me, because they're 4 months old.” You enunciate every syllable as though you were talking to one of the babies in question. “Do they even sell this in stores?" “Um, no, I had it custom-made, duh." "Oh my gosh," you facepalm, not before facepalming a little harder, pulling out a Louis pair of sunglasses and a Louis purse just small enough to fit tiny hands. ”You bought the baby a Louis purse?" "Of course, my princess can be without a bag. Look deeper; there's something for mommy in there too.” You pull out a Louis Vuitton diaper bag. 🤦

Dad!Felix who has never really liked confrontation, but when a paparazzi accidentally bumped into you holding the twins because he was trying to take pictures of the group; he almost killed him, saw red, got so close to using those Taekwondo skills he spent years practicing. The team was the only reason he didn't rip someone's head off. Bangchan's glare would have been enough, but yours, his, and the whole group were enough for the man's face to go red and curl into himself, definitely regretting all of his life choices.

Dad!Felix who's the type of father who wants to protect his little angels from the world, is literally willing to glue pillows to all areas of the house so that they will never get hurt. You stare at him blankly, wondering if he's serious.

He is.

Dad!Felix who gets genuinely disappointed that you obviously oppose, so instead he baby-proofs the ever-loving shit out of the house, sharp objects gone, all corners covered, outlets concealed.

Dad!Felix who if anyone were to talk about his family online, would not be silent, would go into a fit of rage, aggressively typing on his phone, getting ready to post a long paragraph on his story that you or his team would have to keep him from sending because, you know, his job or whatever, speaking of job…

Dad!Felix who knows he has to leave for work eventually, and his 6-month hiatus from the group was not permanent. A lot of tears are shed as he holds you and your beautiful babies, knowing he isn’t going to be able to see them for a whole 3 months while they start their tour. He can't bear thinking that he might miss such pivotal moments as the first rollover, the first steps, the first word. He can see his little munchkins' lives flashing right before his eyes as he looks at the packed suitcase in the corner. “Felix, we are going to be fine, I promise." “Are you sure?? I can leave the group; I would leave them for you; I promise I would; you just say the word and I'm gone; we can buy a house in the suburbs-” You giggle, overwhelmed with admiration for his dedication to your family, “Don't be silly, Lix. I know you love your job and your team, plus we wouldn't be able to afford a house without you working." He sighs, knowing you are right. “Fine,” he mutters, holding you all close. “Just promise to call me every single day, okay?”

Dad!Felix who gets up early enough in the morning to feed the kids and get them dressed, trying to spend as much quality time with them as possible before he has to leave. 

Mom!Reader who, being the mom you are, still freaks out when you wake up, scared Felix is going to miss his plane. While you're putting your son's shoes on, you run into the room and say, “Come on, lix-” You stop dead in your tracks, seeing him beaming while brushing your little girl's hair, humming a sweet melody as the paddle goes smoothly through her locks. She looks up at him like he hung the moon, and for her, he would. Your bad mood dissipates as you remember why you got into any of this in the first place. Everything is going to be fine. You're going to be fine. Felix looks up, feeling your presence. He smiles wider. "Do you like it, momma?" He asks, clearly proud of his work. She smiles toothless and full of glee. You take her in your arms, spinning her around. "Well, of course, I like it. Did Daddy do this for you, baby?" She spits out gobbly gook, which you nod your head at, acting like she just recited pie.

Dad!Felix who brushes the little girl's hair every day before work without fail, even looks up tutorials on YouTube about different strategic hairstyles. He's terrible at them. Doesn't stop your heart from melting into a puddle on the floor while he's attempting French braids, though.

Dad!Felix who proposes to you a few years later, so he can have your two beautiful babies standing beside him as he proposes: his little princess in a cute white dress holding a bouquet of picked flowers, and your little prince in an adorable little tux holding a heart of chocolates. Everything is just so perfect, you'd be a certified idiot not to say yes (not that you were ever considering it).

Husband!Felix who when you finally get married, agrees that your baby boy is going to be the one who walks you down the aisle with your little girl being his best wo'man', right beside Hyunjin and all his other members, of course.

Extra for the ones who endured my rambling 

Mom!Reader+Hans girlfriend who had a baby boy the same day that you had your little girl. When you found out the good news, you immediately started planning for the wedding, knowing this couldn't be anything other than fate, already thinking about ship names and wedding dresses.

Dad!Felix+Han who glare at the two, Felix not liking the idea of his perfect princess being anywhere near the male species, Han not liking the idea of his girlfriend cuddling with someone that isn't him. But eventually, Felix eases on his glare, his heart melting as you giggle about the color of the bouquet.

Last but not least

Husband!Felix who will always love the way his family looks at him, like he hung the moon because, for them, he would.

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COOKIE OUT

[pagerunner-j]

I also love Marisha's shirt, I have to say.

it is sooooooo over for us southern gothic lovers

[rizsu]

itsy bitsy crush megumi fushiguro.

sum. megumi has a very one-sided crush on you + tries to court you ( failed ). age gap + for the plot he's 18 n ur 23.

the beginning.

perhaps it's nothing but a fleeting crush at the peak age of eighteen or perhaps it's his desire to feel a romantic love. whatever it may be, he knows it isn't going away any time soon.

you're five years older than him — he knows that. he's been nursing this crush ever since he turned seventeen. the chances of meeting you were entirely slim — as slim as the chance of seeing a blue moon. it all began due to being gojo's co-worker. you were tasked with the dreadful mission of delivering a stack of documents from nanami to him. according to sources, gojo secretly dumped his duties on nanami but nothing goes past nanami's radar. when this leads to that and you being the only employee without any work at the moment, naturally the mission flowed into your palms.

to introduce worse matters, the man himself was. not. home. almost as if he sensed that nanami would've got on him, he disappeared. had you known he'd pull this stunt, you wouldn't have stood for eons knocking and waiting for a white-haired-porcelain-blue-eyed idiot.

however, there was someone home. not gojo, but a teenager, megumi fushiguro. being caught off guard by the sudden knocking, megumi glued himself to his position. a carton of milk in one hand and a bowl in another, he pondered the consequences of attending to the knocker.

one: be the gentleman he is and open the door with manners.

two: turn every light off and sneak back into his room.

three: pretend it's just the wind.

four: call gojo and notify him of the new emergency quest.

either way, none of the options would satisfy megumi. he can answer the door but he doesn't feel like talking. if he ignores it he knows the knocks won't stop. calling gojo would either send him a voicemail or make him answer twenty questions about whether or not street-food delicacies would be perfect for dinner. no one wants to do that.

opting for the first option, he sadly covers the milk and drags himself to the door.

"hell— oh," awkwardly peeking his head out, he freezes at the unexpected sight: a woman. you don't look like you're here to deliver a package nor do you look like you're here for gojo specifically. just who are you?

"oh, hi! is gojo here by chance?"

nevermind, he should've known.

"no. don't know where he is," megumi shrugged.

"ah, well, can i leave these here? these are documents he's supposed to go through," emphasising on his duties, you slightly lift your arms to redirect megumi's attention to the documents.

"oh... they look heavy, come in." opening the door wider, megumi makes way for you to walk in but holy shit.

it's not like he can't hold a conversation but he literally can't. he purposefully kept his responses short. had he prolonged his speech he'd stutter through every word. never has megumi ever seen such a beautiful woman.

"i don't have a type." he once claimed but whatever type you fall under seems to be exactly what he's attracted to.

smiling at megumi's gesture, you dump the documents on the coffee table. nice house, you think. the interior's surprisingly aesthetic and clean. you'd expect gojo's dome to be a little... messy!

completing your gawking, you ready yourself to leave, "well, thanks for letting me in. i have work to do though, bye-bye!"

"wait—"

"need something?" you spin back, looking at the younger in confusion.

fuck why did i do that? freaking himself out, megumi composes his mind before apologizing, "sorry, didn't mean it."

you shape your lips into an 'o' shape, smiling at him again before leave for real this time, "stay safe, kid!"

mr. can't mind his business.

now eighteen, seeing you around became a regular routine. whether it was constantly delivering things gojo's purposefully ignoring or just seeing you around, megumi's eyes were always on you.

it's been a year and his feelings did not cease. rather, they got bolder. the tips of his ears easily coloured itself red whenever you were around. he still keeps the conversations short — actually, he keeps his replies short. megumi grew fond of hearing your voice. your voice to him is what a mother's voice is to a baby: soothing.

the attention megumi pays to you versus gojo did not go unnoticed. as much as it's funny witnessing megumi malfunction, gojo feels offended. megumi hardly listens to him but you? you don't even need to say five words. the moment he hears "megumi, can you" he's on his feet ready to move.

while gojo chose to not pester megumi with any questions, the urge is eating him inside-out. ever since megumi suddenly showed interest once your name was mentioned, gojo's curiosity has been more difficult to tame than taming an angry utahime.

it's decided. gojo will ask.

rounding the corner, he tip-toes into megumi's room to his bed, removing his headphones to ask, "do you like my co-worker?"

megumi freezes. was it obvious? are you dating gojo? is he in trouble? do you already have a partner? did something happen? a thousand questions yet no answer.

slowly placing his phone face down, megumi asks, "why?"

"i asked you first, fushiguro."

"and i'm asking you."

"okay but do you like her?"

"why?"

gojo pinches his nose's bridge taking in a deep sigh. dealing with megumi has never been easy. there's only one way to beat the demon-from-toji at his own game and it's lying: "well i was gonna ask her to come over for dinner."

megumi sits up, looking up at gojo with peak interest, "when? what time?"

UREKA! gojo cheers in his mind. megumi's reaction was all that he needed to confirm his thoughts.

"too bad. i was lying but we're having chinese for dinner."

"we..?"

"me and you alone you fucking love-sick kid," gojo shakes his head.

not having any of it, megumi throws a pillow or two at gojo. "get out."

gojo walks out victorious. he can't believe his son isn't a loser like the one before him ( toji ). he won't interfere; this shall be left in your hands to realize and deal with.

cliché elevator moment.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. he should've taken the stairs. the one moment he decides to be lazy, he's stuck in an elevator with you. for whatever reason may it be, you seem very talkative today. megumi stuck himself into an awkward corner. it's a safe distance away from you. every time you step closer, he shuffles away. megumi cannot and probably will not indulge himself into physical contact with you. so it looks like it'll be a happy social distancing!

"so what're you doing at the mall alone? shouldn't you be with gojo?" you question him after finishing your monologue about your day.

"i'm an adult now," clarifying — more like reminding you — megumi folds his arms and leans to the side, "but i came for some new clothes."

"ohhhh, what'd you buy?"

megumi points to the pile of bags near his feet, "couple of hoodies and shirts."

you stretch your eyebrows up, giving him a thumbs-up for whatever reason.

as the elevator dings, you ruffle megumi's hair before exiting, "see ya later, megs!"

"megs..?" whispering, he furrows his eyebrows. covering his lower face with a palm, he's in deep thought. the way you easily make him flustered shouldn't be. pondering and deciphering the reasons, it's only until the elevator closes to ascend again is when megumi realizes he missed his get-off. this really cannot be real.

business is business!

like every other night, you came over for dinner. it was originally going to be a dinner with gojo, nanami, utahime and you but... let's just say gojo is unfortunately gojo to two persons in that list.

gojo, for one, did not cook. he never cooks and neither are you going to so he found himself running around buying takeouts. to make his matters worse, delivery isn't available due to the coming storm. in the lonely rain, gojo needs to fight and dominate to get those takeouts. which leaves the best situation in-hand for megumi! alone with his crush? now is the time to confess, convince, and convulse.

"are you cold? i can give you a blanket," megumi asks, totally not offering his own blanket.

"yes please i'd love that. i'm shivering." you take up the offer, watching megumi disappear and reappear with a fluffy royal blue blanket. you wrap the fabric around you, thanking megumi and noting the scent of a familiar cologne.

content with your comfort and his very successful flirting skills, megumi's now left with one thing: confessing. trust, he would not have done this anytime soon but it itches him every night. if he doesn't tell someone he'll go insane.

"hey, can i say something?"

you stop trying to sniff out the cologne's brand, looking up at megumi as you nod, "mhm!"

fiddling with his fingers, he takes in a deep breath before dropping the bomb, "i like you."

one, two, three, five blinks later you process his words. now that he said it, it didn't take long for you to piece the puzzles and realize why he always looked feverish whenever you two were together. he was most likely blushing all the time. not knowing whether to say "thank you" or "aww cute" or maybe even "that's definitely a sentence" you open your mouth before closing again. you must think rationally. one wrong word and you'd crush his little world.

"well, i'm not sure what to say but megs, aren't i a little too old for you..?"

"i'm an adult."

"you're eighteen."

"old enough," megumi shrugged.

now you realize why gojo always complained about battling megumi. he's too good at answering back. cosying yourself into the blanket, you deliver a statement to him, "give me one good reason why i should accept you."

fist in the air, megumi raises his index finger, "one, i don't know" raising his middle finger, he continues, "two, please?"

you sigh, "megumi..."

"look, if not now then can you date me when i'm twenty?" he offered.

oh my god, you think. he's serious about this and unfortunately you're hardly ever serious. you really don't want to burst his bubble. "this is crazy."

tilting his head, megumi waits for your answer.

you straighten your posture, getting ready to spit out a solution, "okay, how about—"

"what's with this deadly atmosphere?" gojo questions, standing still with two hands occupied. holding a confused expression, he raises his eyebrows at megumi standing ominously yet looking as if he's begging for something. you, on the other hand, look as if you're getting ready to slumber. what even happened while i was gone?? gojo thinks.

megumi sighs, dragging a palm over his face. if there's another thing about gojo it's that he finds himself coming at the wrong time when he's never needed. just as you were about to speak he barges in. talk about rude.

"hi gojo," you wave at him before looking back at megumi. poor him. "megumi, i'll tell you later," you whispered to him.

isnt he just so pretty

[jinxs-gf]

he’s a monster

vampire!conner x reader

summary: after thinking you escaped an encounter with a vampire, he continues to show up in your life. what does he want from you?

content/warnings: lots of descriptions of blood, a gun is pulled on you, uhhh stalking?, I swear it’s not as bad as it sounds, r has contradictory thoughts, angsty conner, setting up a future relationship potentially?

word count: 2.7k

a.n. had an idea and I completely fumbled it

It was late, dark, and gloomy. Usually the park is completely empty at this time. Not tonight. In the dark crevices of the tall trees you see a man.

He’s on top of someone, a sickening slurp erupts the otherwise quiet area.

He hears your gasp, turning abruptly in your direction.

And...oh god. Blood. He's got blood all over him. Yet the place that strikes you most is his mouth. The red glistening around his mouth and his bared teeth—fangs.

Fuck. You're done for.

He stares straight at you, his gaze piercing, eyes red.

The worst part is, even if he wasn't a vampire he'd still be a danger. He's huge, tall and all muscle. He was probably incredibly fast even before becoming what he is now.

A monster.

You're scared shitless and that fear only increases tenfold when he makes his way toward you. His steps are slow but the leaves cracking under his harsh stomps make you flinch.

He's coming for you. You're his next victim.

You're not sure what to do, running wouldn't matter, would it?

You walk backwards, turning your back to him would only do you harm. You'd be faster with your steps but you want to give yourself enough time to feel out a pesky tree branch that could potentially trip you.

"Wait—no. Y-you don't have to do this. Please!"

You hold your arms out in a placating manner. You're trying to tame a beast here, what else are you to do? It's your only attempt at keeping your life. But again, it wouldn't matter, right? Whatever you do now will only delay the inevitable.

His steps stutter, eyes narrowing.

It's the most human he's looked thus far—obviously it is, you remind yourself, he’s a literal monster.

He picks up his pace. And that alarms you, your backward steps growing faster.

"Wait! I'm serious, you don't! You—we-" what can you say? You're only delaying the inevitable.

And fuck. You suddenly trip on a branch. You're fucked!

You look up at him, having accepted your fate. Your face no longer shows fear, but if someone were to read minds they'd see you were positively shitting your pants. He's only a few feet away now.

You're not ready to feel his sharp canines sink into your neck. To feel the venom spread through your body. To go through that agony. You don't want to feel the life leave your body. Not yet.

The man—monster stands over you. It's a true 'predator stalks over its prey' visual. His red eyes glint, he only stares for a few seconds. His teeth bare once more as he starts to bend down to your level.

You panic and blurt out more nonsense, you're only delaying the inevitable.

"You're...you're more than this. More than—" your breath hitches, "more than a monster."

It's bullshit, it's a lie. Because he is a monster. His last victim is less than a mile away from you.

And yet, the statement seems to be the perfect thing to say. He stops at his place now crouched above you, eyes no longer predatory and angry.

But wide and confused. He almost looks...vulnerable? Innocent? The words are completely wiped from your mind when you look at his mouth once more. Blood from the last person who was in your place dries on his lips.

Definitely not innocent.

And within seconds he's gone.

Holy shit...you just survived a vampire attack. Would one count that as an attack? You're too shocked to care.

You get home that night unable to sleep. Eyes wide at your ceiling. Then staring out your window, looking at the full moon and wondering how and why. What even was that? Did that really happen? Was it a sick dream? Or...what if you did die by the vampire's hands and this is a way of coping with your own death?

You get your answer that morning when a worried friend calls, claiming you never replied to their 'text me when you get home!' message.

Probably because you almost didn't make it home. Probably because you almost died.

But you didn't.

~~~

You see him again the next week.

But it's not at the same park, it's during a late night stroll. In between where the two lamp post lights don't hit is a man engulfing another body...with a form very familiar to you.

Oh shit.

There's no way you've ran into a vampire again! The same one no less.

You're about to turn back around when he turns your way. His eyes are just as red and enraged as last time, body heaving, and fangs glistening with fresh blood.

Only he doesn't discard his victim like last time to stalk his way over to you. His face softens and he looks back to the poor man who lies still in his arms, then back to you. He gently places the man on the concrete floor and looks down almost...regretfully.

It's weird. So so weird. And this time you do run, because if you're bumping into the same vampire twice, it has to be a sign. The universe is telling you something. If he really wants your blood he'll chase after you.

He doesn't and you make it home safely. Again.

~~~

You swear to yourself you see him all the time now. And not caught in circumstances like the first two encounters, but bleeding into your everyday life. You're not going crazy, right?

It's never close enough for you to really tell, but his huge stature leads you to believe it could be him.

He's across the grocery store—"searching" through the aisles, on shady rooftops, standing across the street from the cafe you're a regular at, in creepy alleyways watching...

Maybe you are going crazy. But his red eyes are unmistakably there.

Or maybe you're just paranoid.

You don't get your answer until another three weeks go by. Of seeing the monster, who unfortunately has become more man due to seeing him blend into your life.

You've been sitting at your favorite cafe for two hours now, typing away on your computer. Your papers are scattered across the booth table, a mere minute ago your pen flew off. You couldn't be bothered to get it—not when your fingers on the keyboard were trying to catch up with your brain.

And all of the sudden, a tall figure is seen in your peripheral. It takes you all of five seconds to figure out who—what it is. You jump in your seat, despite having seen him all around lately (they weren't visions right? not when he was standing right in front of you) his presence will never not make you queasy. After all, he is a blood sucking monster. One that could take your life in seconds.

How is he just casually in the cafe?

"Here," and in his outstretched palm is your pen.

Your body merely flinches this time, so slightly it's not noticeable. It's the first time you've heard his voice. The first noise that came from his mouth that wasn't a growl or squelch of blood and flesh.

You shiver at the thought.

Your blank (and terrified) stare seems to make him uncomfortable?

You're not used to that. Usually when hearing stories of vampires, they're described as terrifying, angry, beasts. Ones who know no emotion.

And yet every encounter he's shown some sort of vulnerability...or maybe you're just bad at reading people—no. He's not a person, you have to remind yourself.

You gulp down your fear (though it persists) and look around.

Maybe he's been stalking you, preying on you in attempts to trap you. To finally have his chance. But if he tries anything, there will be enough people around to help, right?

You slowly reach your hand out for it. Fingers barely grazing his palm, you shiver.

You don't have enough time to get ahold of your pen before he drops it to the table and rushes out. Not as fast as he could have given his abilities as a vampire.

Weird. And you're left with a fuzzy brain, how and why is this happening to you?

~~~

He keeps showing up. He doesn't get as close as he did at the cafe, but he's close enough for you to confirm it's really him. You can see him properly now, and it's so much different than before. He looks normal out here. Granted, he doesn't usually stick to large crowds and stays where the light can't find him. But, it's nice to see his soft expressions rather than the blood covered face you have nightmares about. He keeps his mouth in a downturned position, eyes no longer sharp and piercing. And when you catch those red eyes, he immediately looks away, sometimes even running away.

You can't understand why this is happening. Why why why.

What does he want with you?

~~~

It was turning out to be a bad night.

Completely shitty. You're walking home from a hard day, it's time like these when you wished you had taken up an acquaintance's offer to carpool.

And out of nowhere a man snags your bad from your shoulder—or tries to. You hold onto it, the whole thing turning into a game of tug of war.

He's not a very good thief, you think, until he pulls out a gun. Well shit.

The man doesn't get more than two words out before he's pinned to the ground.

Your mind blacks out at that moment, stuck between your fight or flight instincts yet none are kicking in.

It's a while before your...savior stands tall before you. And what do you know? It's him. Mouth covered in blood for the third time. You don't see his fangs this time around though, his lips are sealed.

You gape at him, mouth trying to either form a sentence or scream. You're not quite sure yet.

He simply stares at you, wiping the red from his mouth.

"...Thank you."

"I didn't do it for you, I did it for myself," he's quick to retaliate. You don't believe him. And it's crazy to think, you a month ago would have ran for your life while he was distracted with the now dead man on the floor. You would have believed he was doing it out of hunger and self preservation.

But with everything that's happened? You can't help but think he did this just for you. He could have picked out any victim he pleased, yet he chose the man harassing you. The one with the gun to your head mere minutes ago.

He's had multiple chances to target you. And he still hasn't. But why?

He nods at you and breezes away. Your mind, just like always after an encounter with him, races. But you continue your venture home.

You get the creepy feeling of being watched the rest of the way, but you know it's only him. And that (maybe) he means well.

~~~

The next time you see him he looks worse than he usually does. How the hell is that even possible?

He doesn't just look pale, he looks gray, as if he's a decaying, walking body (although isn't that true in a way?). He looks...weak.

He simply stares at you, unmoving.

It's the same spot you first "met" him. You think it's a stupid coincidence.

You approach him slowly. The leaves crunching under your feet alert him, like he's suddenly snapped out of a daze. And he slowly backs away.

Very reminiscent of your first encounter. Only this time he's the one trying to get away from you. It's poetic in a way.

"Wait! I want to talk to you." You're done being scared and in the dark. He clearly wants something from you, right? You're going to find out why he can't seem to leave you alone.

He shakes his head frantically.

"Go away."

"Uh-uh. You're the one that's stalking me-"

"I'm not stalking you-"

"Oh yeah? How have you magically been at every corner I've turn this past month?"

"I'm not."

"You think I don't notice but I do. I'm not stupid."

"I never said you were."

It's an impossible conversation you're having, so you stay quiet.

"What do you want from me?"

He goes silent. He looks strung up, body impossibly tense, fists clenched.

You wait patiently for an answer, hoping he's thinking of how to explain his behavior to you.

"Nothing." Great. He apparently wants nothing from you. Just great!

You're not sure what to say to him now, you should probably leave. If he won't be honest, what's the point of staying? But you're hoping to drag something out of him. So you continue the conversation—

"You look...bad," and immediately you cringe. That was definitely not the right thing to say.

"Haven't eaten in a while."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

You scoff, "Really? I'm allowed to be curious about the vampire that's been following me around."

He's silent again. And it's starting to sink in that you won't be getting answers from him.

"I'm sorry for...bothering you. I'll leave you alone."

Oh. It was that easy?

"I never said you had to but..." you're not sure why you're still trying.

"You should eat."

He taken aback by your words, what do you mean?

"...You're encouraging a monster to feast on your kind?" His emphasis on the word sounds like he's looking for an answer.

"No! I just mean—I don't know! You shouldn't starve yourself for whatever reason you are. Find a deer out here or something. Drink it's blood. Your only source of blood doesn't have to come from us." Your words don't attempt to disagree with his use of monster. You don't think twice about him calling himself one, because why would you?

He looks down at your words. His dejected demeanor tells you it's not the response he wanted.

"Animal’s blood isn't as good."

"Well why stop drinking human's blood anyways? Not that I want you to drink our blood but..."

He shrugs again and you take that as your sign to leave. This whole thing was a waste of time.

You turn to leave, and that's how you know there's been a change in the way you see him. The first time you saw him, you made sure your back wasn't turned. To keep an eye on the monster. But you don't think twice when turning your back this time. Do you really trust him now? Is he not the monster in your mind once believed him to be?

"Don't—" his arm flies out to grab you, but he keeps his distance. The funny thing is, you didn’t flinch seeing his outstretched arm this time. Didn’t jump at the closeness. He doesn’t scare you anymore.

He clears his throat, and only then does it dawn on you.

You’ve been calling him ‘him’, ‘he’, ‘vampire’…monster. He has no name, you don’t know it.

He hasn’t tried to harm you in any way (not since that first night), so…you owe him that, right? Especially after he saved you the other night. Even if he claimed it wasn’t for your benefit. It can’t be easy on him to resist his thirst for blood when you’re standing right in front of him (he looks drained and hungry, there’s no way he’s not craving it). For whatever reason it is, he refuses to hurt you.

And with all these realizations, you can’t help but feel for him.

“What’s your name?”

He’s been standing still, looking ashamed for reaching out for you when you made it clear you wanted to leave. He perks up at your words.

“…Conner.”

You smile politely and nod. “I’ll see you around, Conner. Make sure you eat, okay?”

You can’t be sure, but his mouth twitches slightly and you want to say it’s a suppressed smile. You’ll take it.

Conner doesn’t stop you this time. Doesn’t call out for you, doesn’t follow you to make sure you get where you need to in one piece.

You get home safe and feel as though a weight has been lifted.

Call it delusional, but you have dreams that night about the man who seems to have a soft spot for you.

will there be a part 2? probably but DONT COUNT ON IT! 😔‼️

[chaos0pikachu]

one of my favorite scenes in LITA is from ep06 and not simply b/c Payu and Rain bone like they're single handedly trying to repopulate the moon kingdom okay it's the wild ass escalation that occurs that unlocks Rain's must mate now instincts like first of all Mame said they were gonna get every dollar, nickle, and dime outta that damn drone so Payu's gotta race a background extra from Pit Babe and Payu walks out and Rain is already eying his man up like Survivors on the island be eyeing up cookies after six days at sea and shit like Rain wanted to nomnomnom Payu while Prapai's in the back like "only two more episodes left and it'll be my turn" so obviously Payu wins b/c that ponytail game gives him extra alpha powers - I just KNOW Mame is salty she didn't get the budget for the first omegaverse show - or whatever and Rain LEAPS into Payu's arms like something outta a mid-century European film like Payu's just returned home from war and not an easily winnable race against a Walmat Branded Kinnporsche character

makeout ensues okay okay this is normal and then nah they fucking GO FOR IT literally suddenly we're at Payu's house which is made entirely of floor to ceiling windows indecency laws?? we 👏 don't 👏 know 👏 her 👏 and now they're just stripping down so quick Paul Verhoeven is taking notes for Showgirls 2 they have more bravery than a US Marine making out on an open floor plan steps rushing into the bedroom eating each other up, licking each others tongues, and then Rain's riding Payu as if he took the lyrics to WAP and Girls in the Hood as a challenge he's spelling his whole name out, legal name AND nickname as if he wasn't a virgin literally a month ago but Rain said he's nothing if not a fast learner baby!! meanwhile Payu is fucking WRECKED that man is seeing holy sights, he's seeing the big bang, he knows the secret of the universe via Rain's bussy and Rain is such a fucking brat about it like "you think you're wrecked now wait till I start calling you daddy in a month" and Payu's like "typically I would spank your ass for that but my ponytail is shook out right now"

and then the next day Rain gets kidnapped by a fucking Gotham City villain

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (12) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n from miami, USA to sofia, bulgaria

bro miami gp was WILD i can't believe i slept thru it 😭

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TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h landoscar sitting so far apart from each other at the same miami heat game is incredibly funny to me ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h do they even talk 😭 do you think they knew the other was going?

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 36m oscar sighting today vs lina sighting today

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h its like 25 degrees in miami and 10 degrees in sofia

INSTAGRAM

aidan_ebass Sofia, Bulgaria

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aidan_ebass a love letter to sofia tagged: cameliazzz and selinabui

lottie2418 EXCUSE ME SIR THAT LAST PHOTO???

2cami4lina aid posts once in a blue moon and it's always wild like who even took that photo

emptybottlos why are they whoring out aidan, gramps blink twice if ur being held at gunpoint ↳ aidan_ebass @emptybottlos 😐😑😐😑😐

TWITTER

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 4h 🗨️| hey guys, recently a lot of my posts have been flooded with a bunch of lina hate. this is insanely unwarranted, if you don't like empty bottles or ANY of the members, please do not interact with my account. it's really disheartening to see so many people insult this incredibly hard-working woman that such a huge fanbase, including myself, adore and claiming to speak on behalf of her bandmates, friends and even boyfriend is absolutely vile. ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 4h admin i fear it's time to spam block bc i'm getting sick of it as well ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 3h alright, start throwing hands. any tongue that rises against selina bui shall fall, we ride at dawn

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 27m i am begging BEGGING that the european leg isn't completely FUCKED by the hate train like PLS LINA return to giving no shits and flirt all you want ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 12m well like... maybe let's not overdo the flirting

INSTAGRAM

mclaren Hard Rock Stadium

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mclaren A little look into OP81's Miami media day shenanigans 👀 tagged: oscarpiastri

eb_jonno your joking we just got rid of the nfl guy ↳ oscarpiastri @eb_jonno My skills would never get me to the NFL so I think you're safe

pastry81 lina pls save this man and his wardrobe, go girl give us nothing

TWITTER

camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 2h literally all of ebtwt waiting with bated breath over sofia n1 😭 ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 2h i'm a camilina truther but if i do not see lukas remove selina's gloves on a grainy livestream I WILL CRY

kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h THEY DID IT OH MY GOD THEY DID THE GLOVE MOVE I'M INCONSOLABLE ↳ kay ♡ @ blackcatluna · 1h @luna_apocolypse SLEEP WELL TWINSIE THOSE BITCHES ARE BACK TO BEING DERANGED ON STAGE

lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h we must look so unhinged to locals, we look like a bunch of victorian ladies screaming over a guy removing a pair of gloves i can't- ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 1h YES IT'S MASSIVE AND I'VE NEVER BEEN GLADER TO SEE THE RETURN OF THIS MOVE BUT HOLY SHIT WE'RE DYING OVER TWO BESTIES FAKE FLIRT

lukas 🔛🔝 @lukiepookie28 · 53m HE KISSED HER HAND OH WE'RE SO BACK LUKAS ZHANG YOU LITTLE FLIRT EFNSDJCNSDI

opal @pxastrixxx · 21m i've said it before and i'll say it again; you do not treat friends like that ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 16m do you genuinely not know what a performance is?

EB Updates @emptybottles_news · 3m Empty Bottles played Sofia (originally sung by @ clairo) as their audience selection song during the encore! ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2m oh they understood the assignment this is EXACTLY the shit they should be getting lina to sing

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

INSTAGRAM

emptybottles_official Arena Sofia

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emptybottles_official First stop of the European leg done and dusted! Sofia, you guys were a dream, we hope you had fun with us these past two nights ❤️

cami.png when the weather's so cold lina debuts a new minidress with sleeves 😭

eb_jonno why are you doing me dirty, i thought we were friends ↳ emptybottles_official @eb_jonno You signed off on this photo ↳ eb_jonno @emptybottles_official can i... change my mind?

mrslukaszhang they all look so good it's criminal

sofia.michaels good day to be named sofia 🥰

oscarpiastri Hard Rock Stadium

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oscarpiastri P6² in Miami

pi4str1 oscar, sweetie, i don't think that's how math works

opeightyone That gorgeous gorgeous helmet 😍

lukaszhang best of luck for the race tomorrow mate ↳ oscarpiastri @lukaszhang Thanks man

TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h WTF DID OSCAR HAVE THIS MORNING HOLY SHIT, THAT WAS SPECTACULAR

McLaren @ McLarenF1 · 2h OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI!!!

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 1h carlos sainz when i get my hands on you...

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 17m OH MY GOD OH MY GOD LANDO WIN???? LANDO NORRIS WINS???? ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 8m rip 'lando nowins', u were one of the funniest nicknames of the sport

clovie @ luvyouvie · 20m oscar p13, u were robbed my son, that was straight-up highway robbery

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

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taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237

[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn finally drops her album n everyone is going crazy! pt.4

series masterlist

ynusername

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ynusername just got lovestruck, and it totally went straight to my head, especially with the way you guys have loved ‘now that we dont talk’ and ‘is it over now?’ and i can finally say my album is officially fully out now, maybe a deluxe coming later! special shoutout to gracie abrams and sabrina carpenter, my best friends, and my brother mitch, who all gave me support that i needed to continue on. love u to the moon and to saturn 🪐

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[elliebarker]

you are absolutely insane. + ( e. williams )

category: lifeguard!ellie x competitive swimmer!female!reader oneshot

summary: since your school’s swim season has been let out you convince yourself to get off your couch and go to your local rec-center to get some practice in. ellie has just moved into an off-campus apartment and needs to get a night job in order to keep up with her rent. 

warnings: suggestive, implied smut, use of the word “baby”, mentions of alcohol usage, overall cringy

word count: 2.7k

author's note: as 68..1% of you requested,

“just…just give me a couple more weeks man.” ellie pinched the space in between her brows, very obviously annoyed.

“i’m not doing this again ellie,” a robotic voice came from the speaker of her phone, “i can’t keep covering for you. get a fucking job.”

“but– i’m in class all day! when the hell am i supposed to work?” ellie barked into her phone, dreading the noise complaints she’d get from her neighbors. maybe the size of her apartment was a glow-up from her dorm, but the people living around her sure weren’t. 

“i- i don’t fucking know. drop a class or something? work at night?”

that conversation is how she landed here. clocking in at 6 at a rec center not too far from campus to sit and watch senior citizens go back and forth in a pool and hope they don’t drown so she doesn’t actually have to do her job. decked out in red and white ellie propped herself up onto the towering “LIFEGUARD” chair and watched each of the seconds pass on the big red digital clock displayed on the wall. little did she know today was the day she’d meet you.

you walked, well, rather you were being pulled into the pool by your friend olivia. you guys had been on your school’s swim team together and after mopping around your dorm for almost 2 weeks after your final meet she decided you, and a couple other girls from the team, would meet up at the pool a couple days after school and just, “have fun,” as she had called it. and you decided to go along with it, you could use the excuse to get out of the house once in a while without getting absolutely hammered. you served the area of the pool: a couple lanes taken up, a brunette lifeguard scooping out the newcomers (you and your friends), a bunch of lockers scattering the west wall, holy shit that lifeguard was hot. 

you immediately turned your head back to take in the entirety of the brunette lifeguard, freckled and blush-dusted face with a set of emerald eyes. you noticed a crooked name tag that read “ellie'' before hearing your name being called by our team mates.

“coming!” you called to your friends and jogged over to grab your stuff before heading to lane 6 (the one closest to ellie) next to ashley and began your workout.

ellie was flabbergasted, astonished, she touched god. never in all her years of living had she been so…drawn…to a girl. okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but by the moon and the earth you were gorgeous. the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the way your smile shines in the echo-y pool’s fluorescent lights, the way your eyes lingered on her for the right amount of time. she was shamelessly gawking at you. i mean– she had too. it was her job!!! nevermind the lame-o senior citizens in lane 2 that were statistically more likely to drown…she just had to look at the way your arms cut through the water.

the hours lingered on, and to your surprise you had no idea what a couple weeks off would do to you. you were practically panting after each 100. and, obviously, olivia and ashley had finished before you.

“go home,” you said, “i’ve just got a cool down left.” your friends agreed and you turned around to face the flags again. a loud clash, the doors closing, made itself noted behind you before you began the last part of your set.

then, finally, after many flip turns and a few glances at the rec’s lifeguard you were done. you pulled your cap off and slipped out of the pool, gathering all your stuff and heading back. after you finished drying yourself off you looked back at the pool, all the lane lines stripped, holy fuck that was fast to see ellie rolling a cart of flippers back into the storage closet. 

“haven’t seen you around here before,” she smiled. ellie was walking toward you as you finished stuffing your (still soaking) kick-board in your bag.

“my school season is out so i’m just practicing here, when my schedule allows me, before short course starts up again.” you explain, tucking your hair behind your ear. and then realizing how fucking dorky and cheesy it was and how you totally embarrassed yourself in front of your very hot lifeguard.

“cool, cool, cool, cool” you hear her answer, and you could swear you felt her eyes scanning you. you finished zipping up your bag, its ziiip echoing throughout the large and empty pool, having been deserted by all your teammates. wait. all your teammates? like- even your-ride-home-olivia was gone. 

“shit.” you muttered.

“huh? oh, sorry!” ellie stuttered out, realizing how stupid and awkward and probably unprofessional her talking to you was. UGH! I’M SO STUPID she mentally slapped herself convincing herself that it was just her delusion that had pictured up any image of you actually acknowledging her existence.

“no–no, it's not,” you began, “i lost my ride– i– my ride left, i’m…stranded.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” you nervously chuckled

“i mean, this sounds weird, but,” she said, “i could drive you?”

“getting into a stranger's car late at night…” you questioned, like you were pondering it, “why not?”

“okay don’t put it like that,” she giggled.

“nah, man. that would actually be a lifesaver! and i’ve seen you around campus, you don’t give me any reason to suspect you’d axe murder me so…”

“alright,” she smirked, grabbing her keys from the knob of the storage closet door and heading out the door, with you not far behind.

you don’t know how it happened but what was going to a quick drop off at your place from your rec-center’s lifeguard turned into a dance party and the two of you screaming lyrics and hollering out of her window, having the time of your lives. earlier that night, when you first got in the car, ellie figured to blur any awkward silence she’d hand you the aux. turns out, you both had crazy similar music tastes and after that you guys clicked instantly. you were having so much fun and that's why when the bright familiar lights of home appeared in the rear-view mirror you kind of wished you lived somewhere else, farther away.

“thanks, again,” you looked at ellie.

“anytime,” she said, smiling at you. with regret that you didn’t say anything else you closed the car door and walked over to your front door and spent that whole night thinking over her.

unbeknownst to you, ellie would be thinking about you too, not only thinking about you but talking about you to the one person who would always lend an ear to all her girl problems: dina.

“she’s just so” “so what ellie? i need details.”

“pretty? beautiful? gorgeous? perfect?”

“did you at least get her number?”

“oh.”

“oh what ellie? oh my god you dumba–” her NUMBER! ellie thought of course! duh! i’m. so. stupid!!! 

that was her next mission. get your number, your instagram, your anything, hold onto anything to be able to get to know you better. luckily for her, it wasn’t that hard, your visit to the rec-center had not been a one-time thing, in fact you and your teammates had begun a routine. and ellie drank up every glance she got at you. she had gone over and over different scenarios in which she’d ask for your number, “if you ever need a ride again,” “thought you could use this,” and after surveying that they were all equally cringy and accepting the fact she’d never have the same confidence as she did the day she met you she realized, she didn’t have to get your number, she could just give you hers. so, it was a nice surprise to see a little yellow slip, a post-it note, atop your bag adorned with her number and a little “ellie :)” as soon as you were home, showered, and ready for bed you opened your phone, sending a quick, “hey!” and introducing yourself before plugging in your phone and dozing off. ellie would deny it to anyone she knew but she totally responded immediately after you texted her and were, to say the least, disappointed when you didn’t text back after 10 minutes, half an hour, 2 hours. ellie decided to not let her stupid crush affect her and let sleep consume her. needless to say, when she woke up to see a “new message” notification she nearly leapt out of bed.

after the whole olivia-leaving-you-alone situation ellie had offered to drive you home from practice and who wouldn’t take her up on that offer? not to mention that driving home with her was fucking awesome. you got to play anything you wanted on aux and she would always get food with you. it was like meeting your soulmate, you guys had almost everything in common you could talk about whatever you wanted. she was the yin to your yang. whatever foods or things disgusted you, she loved, and she would be happy to take them off your hands. there was no awkward stage, you guys were practically meant for each other.

it had been barely a month yet every time you walked into your rec-center you were greeted with the yelling of your name and ellie sloppily climbing off her lifeguard chair to come up and hug you. you had met dina and jesse, ellie’s best friends, and ellie had met yours. it seems that nearly every waking moment of your day was spent in her company, not that you were complaining. you were sitting on ellie’s bed while she was scrolling on her phone on the floor, back propped up against her bed’s frame.

“hey,” she began, “dina’s inviting me to a party, wanna go?” she asked, turning her head to look at you.

“sure, why not?”

“sick,” she smiled and turned back to her phone, texting back dina, you assumed. a couple hours passed and you were in the bathroom, adjusting your outfit and making sure everything looked good. ellie stepped into the door frame, keys giggling on her fingers.

“ready to go?” she asked, smirking at you. you nodded and followed her out the front door.

noise was blaring and people clambered all around some kid’s dorm. to say the party was full of life was an understatement. you and ellie made your way over to the party’s make-shift bar and poured yourself a cup of your designated drinks. you didn’t have to do much looking to find dina, who was dancing in the middle of the living room. she immediately spotted you guys, deserting the group of girls she was hanging out with, and ran over to you.

“hey guys!” she greeted. lets just say whatever-the-fuck you were drinking worked, fast, because next thing you knew you were dancing, laughing, and joking about things you never would sober. so was ellie. so much so, you don’t know how much time had passed, but you were having the time of your life on the dance floor with some random feel-good song in the background. and ellie pressed up against your back. and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

you turned around and wrapped your arms around her neck and continued to dance (grind) into her lap. and somewhere though your drunken haze her arms were on your arms, hips, totally feeling you up. and then her lips were alternating between yours and your neck. you both stumbled from the middle of the dance floor, lips still connected, to some wall off to the side. from then on, ellie got more adventurous, for lack of a better word. hands moving every ten seconds. they were cupping your face, then your tits, hips, ass, and then your face again. you couldn’t say you weren’t, either, hands went from delicately perched on her shoulders to the back of her head to desperately grasping for handfuls of her hair. the two of you barely came up for air until–

“let’s move this,” she practically panted, “somewhere else,” pulling you in the nearest unoccupied room. and as suddenly as her hands and lips had left you, they were back on you again. she began wondering again, this time however, her hand pulled at your waistband, waiting for you to nod or acknowledge what she was trying to do. it was you who parted your guys’ lips this time.

“you.” you began, making sure to catch your breath, “are absolutely,” you continued, “insane,” you finally huffed out, before smashing your lips back together and pulling your own hands at your waistband.

(fade to black bc i can’t write smuttttttt)

ellie woke up, groaning, with an awful headache. then, when she finally regained consciousness, she surveyed the room she was in. definitely not hers. her clothes, party clothes, were scattered on the floor and the only thing that remained was her black sports bra. she didn’t even realize there was another living human being next to her until she felt the cool breeze of your peaceful sleepy breath. you were lying next to her, presumably naked under the covers. your hair was messy and knotted and taking up all of the pillow and your makeup had worn off. and you were utterly gorgeous. ellie couldn’t help but smile. bask in the moment. the little time she had left to admire before she realized you were literally sitting next to her, unconscious and topless.

“fuck.” that's all she said. that's all she could say. she was so ready to run, let her flight kick in. and she would’ve, had you not wrapped your arms around her and pulled her back down. you, unconsciously (totally), rested your head in between her shoulder and neck and sighed. yeah ellie thought i could get used to this. 

shoes squeaked and whistles blew. eveything was hectic. you were just trying to get into meet-mentality when a familiar, comforting, voice came from behind you.

“hey baby,” ellie, your girlfriend of 2 months, came up and hugged you. “came to wish you good luck,” she smiled as you turned to face her, catching a glimpse of dina and jesse waving from the corner of your eye.

“aww,” you leaned up to kiss her, “that's so sweet! thank you ellie. and i love you, but, i have to go warm up i’ll be right back.” you said.

“yeah, yeah, babe, don’t let me hold you back.” ellie chuckled and went back to find her seat next to jesse and dina. a couple hours had passed and your first event was coming up shortly. you stretched and made your way over to the blocks. and as soon as the microphone sounded, you were off, you were trying your absolute hardest. and it definitely paid off. when you looked up at the scoreboard next to your lane you checked your time. and you shaved 8 whole seconds. you could barely contain your excitement. once you were out of the water you ran to hug ellie, not caring if you got her wet. (in more ways than one iykwim lol) (im sorry) (that was uncalled for) 

“i’m so sorry baby,” ellie said.

“huh?”

“your 200? you added like, a minute.”

“what?” you were so utterly confused, “oh my god! no,” you laughed in realization, “ellie, that was my 100. it's long course season. i didn’t add anything, i literally went 8 seconds faster!”

“ohh!” ellie said, nodding, pretending she understood anything you just said but congratulated you anyway.

and for being a lifeguard, your girlfriend was a shit swimmer.

“how the fuck did you even get this job.”

“shut up.” ellie was only halfway in, red “LIFEGUARD” swimsuit and trunks on, and she was already turning a ghostly white. “i can… function… in the water perfectly fine.” she said, trying not to chatter her teeth. you reached for her hand to pull her into you.

“your hands are literally purple.”

“well maybe your just super-human and can’t feel how f-fucking cold it is.” that night after you guys drove home ellie was cuddled up by the fireplace, a little cold already forming. you had just exited your after-practice hot shower and were nice and cozy, there was just one thing– person– you were missing. you laid down facing ellie and snuggled up to her. it was the mundane nights like this that were the ones worth living for.

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon...

Warnings: swearing, 18+ readers only! SMUT, oral m-receiving

Chapter 2

On the journey the tonight’s venue, Noel sent his PA a text asking her to sort out a backstage pass for you and by the time you arrived at the venue and met his PA by the back entrance, she had one waiting for you.

“’Ere you go, love.” Noel smiled at you and slipped the pass on over your head with a smile after thanking his PA. “C’mon. I’ll introduce you to the others first.” He took your hand and led you through the long-mazed corridors until you came to a door with ‘The Band Dressing Room’ printed on it. He pushed open the door and greeted everyone. “I’d like you all to meet a friend of mine.” He turned to you. “This is Y/n. Fellow Manc, fan of The Cure and all-round beautiful music whizz. Like yours truly.” Noel winked at you, making you blush. You really needed to stop blushing so much.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Was that compliment just a way to stroke your own ego?” You challenged making the band laugh.

“You know Noel well then.” Mikey was the first to approach you.

You kind of felt like an imposter as you shook hands and said hello to everyone before they had to move on to do a proper sound check. Everyone except Noel had already done a sound check a couple of hours ago and now that Noel was back, it was time for the band to do one.

Noel told you to go stand in the middle of the floor in front of him as they did. ‘You can tell us how we sound, love,’ he said with a wink and a cocky grin, once again making you blush. And you could honestly say if you only got to listen to the sound check, you could die happy. As you listened, your brain finally caught up with your body; you’d held Noel’s hand, he’d winked at you, flirted with you, called you ‘love’, bought your records for you and he’d arranged for you to watch from backstage. Holy shit! How are you not freaking out? Your fucking backstage! Am I dead? Okay, breath…

Loud feedback screeched out of the arenas speakers making you wince and brought you back to reality. You looked up to the stage to Noel to see him shaking his head in annoyance.

“Sorry, Y/n.” Noel called out to you making you smile. “How are we sounding?” He asked.

“I’m not feeding your ego anymore.” You joked. Where was all this confidence coming from?

Noel once again winked at you before going into another song. After a good hour everyone made their way backstage to get ready for the gig. Noel took your hand (again) and guided you further down the corridor away from the band dressing room to another one that had his name on the door. He pushed the door open and smiled at you, “Sit down… Beer?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.

“Oh, please.” You smiled politely and thanked him as you sat down on the small sofa. “So, still nervous?” You asked as you opened your beer.

Noel nodded. “Not as much… thanks to you.” He smiled. “You may have talked some sense into me. But don’t tell anyone.” He winked at you.

Stop with the fucking winking man. Why was he so fucking sexy when he did that?

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You smiled looking down at your hands.

A quick knock on the door interrupted the silence. Noel walked over and opened the door to reveal his PA with a paper bag in her hand. She handed it over to Noel with a smile before disappearing off down the hall.

Noel turned round with a smile, “I got us some food. Hope you’re not a bloody vegan or whatever.” He joked as he sat down beside you.

You shook your head, “Nah, can’t be arsed with that shit. Love meat too much.” You giggled making Noel chuckle.

 He handed you a cheeseburger and fries. “Glad to hear.” He winked at you.

The pair of you tucked into your food, a comfortable silence settle between you as you ate but after a few long minutes, Noel looked at you with a smile. “What’s yer favourite Oasis tune?”

You looked up at him a little surprised by his question. “Oh… uh… I guess, ‘Whatever’… or ‘Married with Children’…” You shook your head with a laugh. “I used some of the lyrics to that once to break up with this guy I was seeing… he had no clue… loser.” You laughed to yourself.

Noel shook his head with a chuckle, “No way.”

You nodded, “Dad was dead proud when I told him.”

“What was his favourite?” Noel asked.

You thought for a moment and smiled at the memories, “Half the world away... Dad would sing it to mum and make her slow dance with him.” You laughed, “He also liked ‘Cigarettes and Alcohol’.”

“Good man.” Noel grinned and stood up, chucking his food wrapper onto the coffee table, “I need to get changed. I’ll be two ticks, love.” He said as he entered the ensuite with a pile of clothes.

You drew in a deep breath as you closed your eyes and dropped your head back against the sofa. When you had woken up this morning, you had not seen your day going like this at all. It almost didn’t seem like it was real. It’s not every day you end up meeting someone who’s music you’ve admired for decades in your local record shop, talk to him and end up hanging out with him backstage before his gig.

“Well, that’s fucking ruined!” Noel snapped as he walked out of the bathroom in a huff, throwing a shirt across the room, topless.

Your mouth hung open as you watched him move around. Shit. Yep, your teenage crush was still very much there. Fuck. Take your pants off. You licked your lips, completely unaware of your drooling or the smirk on Noel’s face.

“Your drooling is doing wonders for my ego, love.” He teased making you blush.

You looked away from him. “Shut up.” You smiled to yourself, glancing back over to him. You watched as he buttoned up his white shirt. Fuck me.

Noel chuckled as he made his way over to you, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only natural.” He sat down beside you on your right, his left arm resting on the back of the sofa as he spread his legs wide.

“Christ, your ego is massive, ain’t it?” You turned your body, so your back was resting against the arm of the sofa.

Noel chuckled and reached forwards to grab his beer. “Am just messin’. There’s no chance someone as gorgeous and young as you would fancy an old geezer like me. Nah, them days are well and truly behind me, love.” He took a swig of his beer.

You frowned. “You’re not old, Noel… Your older, sure, but I bet there’s plenty of gorgeous, young women out there that would die to get a piece of you.” You smirked at him. “Present company included… although I’m definitely not as gorgeous as some of them.” You added as a joke, although it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Noel looked at you after a beat as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. “So, your sayin’ you, a still in her twenties bird, would happily shag an almost… Christ, fifty-year-old man?” Noel asked with a raised eyebrow.

You began grinning at him, “You wouldn’t be the first older man for me.”

Noel’s eyebrows raised up before he began chuckling. “Fuck me…” He shook his head and swigged some of his beer.

You watched him for a moment as silence settled between the two of you. God, he was so fucking beautiful. His greying hair, his crooked nose, his aging looks. And that’s just the physical aspects of him. He genuinely made you laugh and smile, and his way with words whether it was him just telling a story or writing songs, it was just… perfect, somehow. It was strange, how you felt so comfortable around him. You would have thought being a major rock star he’d have already put the moves on you by now, if that’s what he was wanting from you. You assumed him inviting you to come backstage was code for ‘I want to shag you’ and let’s be honest, you would in a heartbeat, it’s Noel fucking Gallagher.

“You didn’t ask me back to fuck me, did you?” You blurted out taking both of you by surprise. “Shit, sorry, I wasn’t meant to say that.” You blushed looking away from him and drinking some of your beer.

Noel chuckled, “Is that what you thought was gonna happen?”

You shrugged, your face burning with embarrassment, “I wasn’t hoping it would but, y’know, yer a rock star. You hear the stories of groupies and all that. I just thought, I dunno… it was code or somethin’.” You blushed even more.

“Right… well, no, I didn’t invite you back to fuck you.” He smiled and leant forwards to place his beer on the small coffee table, “I mean, ya know, it's not like I wouldn't wanna, like.” He admitted giving you a wink, making you blush an even deeper shade of red.

“So… if that wasn’t the reasoning for inviting me, then what was?” You asked not daring to look at him.

Noel shifted in his seat as he mulled over your words. “Would you believe me if I said, I just wanted to spend more time with you?”

You furrowed your brow and looked at him. “Why the fuck would ya’ want to do that?”

Noel chuckled at your outburst, thinking your pout and furrowed brow were adorable. “I dunno… after all that's gone on lately… spendin’ these last few hours with ya have made me feel like me old self again… I ain't felt like an old fart." …” He sighed and shook his head. “… Cause for the first time in… who even knows how long, I was proper enjoyin’ bein’ in a bird’s company. And you’re dead cool, y’know.” He shrugged and pouted as he fiddled with the arm of the sofa.

You rolled your eyes and let out a small giggle. You lifted your legs up under you and faced Noel a little more. “You’re not an old fart.” Noel huffed. You drew in a deep beath and decided to be bold. You scooted closer to him, resting your right arm on his that was on the back of the sofa and began playing with the buttons of his shirt. “And I’m flattered that you think I’m dead cool.” You smirked, “And just so you know… I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” You whispered as you pressed yourself closer to his side.

Noel met your gaze for a second and in a flash, he was cupping your cheek with his right hand and crashing his lips against yours. You let out a surprised moan, opening your mouth and letting his tongue enter as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you over to straddle his lap. His hand settled on your hips as the pair of you continued to kiss. Eventually you needed to breath, but you were already addicted to his lips.

Thankfully Noel had some sense and pulled back from you with a gasp. “Fuck,”

You let out a breathless giggle, “I’m glad you took the hint.” You grinned at him.

Noel chuckled as he looked up at you, “You weren’t very subtle, love.” He reached up with a hand and pulled your face back down to kiss you again, this time a lot slower.

You let out a deep moan as you felt Noel’s cock press against you, causing you to grind against him to get some friction.

Noel pulled back from your lips with his own groan. “Fuck,” He began running his lips and tongue against your throat as his hands moved down to grope your backside. He pushed you harder against him, just as desperate as you for some relief. “You sure this is what you want?” He asked as you ground your hips against him.

You nodded, “Definitely.” You pressed your lips against his again before you began kissing his neck making Noel moan.

“Fuck… Stand up.” Noel ordered you and you gladly followed. Noel stood up as well and began unbuckling his belt and pants before pushing them down to his knees. Your mouth drooled at the sight of his thick hard cock. Noel smirked as he reached forwards and began to unbutton your jeans, crashing his lips against as he did. Before things could go further, there was a knock on the door.

“Ten minutes, Noel!”

The pair of you let out an irritated groan. “Alright!” He huffed and let go of you. “Fuckin’ timing, aye.” He chuckled making you giggle.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down between you to Noel’s still hard cock. It’d be shame to waste such a beautiful thing, right? You let out a small giggle and suddenly dropped to your knees in front of him.

Noel frowned down at you, “You don’t need to-” Noel’s breathe caught in his throat and his head fell back as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him.

“Shh… Just enjoy it, Mr Gallagher.” You said in a sultry tone as you smiled up at him.

"Fuck," He moaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.

You gently slid your hand down to the base of his cock, spitting on the head before moving your hand back up to gather your saliva. Noel lifted his head and looked down at you, moaning softly as he watched you move your hand back and forth along his hard cock before cupping his balls in your palm. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with a smirk before you leaned forwards and ran your tongue up the length of his cock to the tip. Noel groaned deeply. You teasingly repeated the action until Noel huffed and wrapped your hair around his fist, tugging your head back making you giggle.

"Y’ain’t got time for teasing, love."

You gave his head one more kitten lick before wrapping your lips around him and began sucking.

"Fuck," He moaned with closed eyes. You moaned softly as you felt Noel’s cock slide across your tongue over and over. Noel threaded his fingers through your hair as he slowly began to move his hips in time with your sucking. "Fuck… That’s it… Good girl." Noel moaned, gently stroking your cheek as you worked him in your mouth. "Fuck." Noel bit his bottom lip as he watched you deep throat him before pulling off to stroke him again.

Your eyes watered a little as you caught your breath, but it didn't bother you. The sounds Noel made spurred you on. You wanted to please him. You used your other hand to play with his balls as you licked up the length of him before taking him back into your mouth. You bobbed quickly, up and down, adding light pressure to his balls as you did.

"Fuck. Don't stop," Noel panted.

You moaned, the taste of him on your tongue making you even wetter than you thought possible.

Noel's hips began to move back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of your mouth as he fucked your throat. "Fuck!" His head fell backwards. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Keep goin’.”

You moved your free hand to wrap around his shaft and began stroking him as you moved your lips up and down, sucking and licking, gently adding pressure to his shaft and balls as you went.

“Shit!” Noel cried out as he came. The taste of his cum on your tongue made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned around his cock.

You knelt back and looked up at Noel with a giggle as he dropped down onto the sofa with a heavy breath. “You good?” You asked.

Noel looked to you with a tired smile, “Fuck me… That was-” He shook his head with a chuckle, “I can’t remember the set list.”

You rolled your eyes with a giggle and got up off the floor. “You best sort yourself out, Mr Gallagher.” You pretended to look at your non-existent watch, “Time is ticking.” You joked making Noel grin.

He got up of the sofa and pulled his pants up to cover his softening cock. “I’ll make sure to make it up to you later on, love.” He said before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he excused himself once more and went into the bathroom.

You let out a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding and flopped down onto the sofa. Well that was a shock. What the hell is going on? It almost felt like you weren’t there, that you were in someone else’s body.

A few minutes later Noel stepped out of the bathroom looking a lot more put together now, giving you an almost shy smile, “Ready?” He asked as you stood up from the sofa.

You nodded with a grin. Noel took your hand in his, then the pair of you made your way out of his dressing room and began to make your way towards the stage. A sudden feeling of nervousness came over you the closer you got.

“You good?” Noel asked, standing in front of you with his back to the stage.

The pair of you stood at the bottom of the steps that lead up onto the stage. It almost felt chaotic as everyone ran around doing what they needed to do so the gig ran smoothly.

You nodded, offering a weak smile. “It’s very... chaotic.”

Noel chuckled and looked around. “I guess so... you kinda get used to it.” He smiled.

“Ready Chief?” Russ asked with a grin as he and the rest of the band walked up to you and Noel.

“Always.” Noel nodded, “I’ll be with yous in a minute.” He nodded his head to the side giving Russ a silent message to leave you both alone.

Russ broke out into a grin as he gave Noel a quick look over, “Naughty boy.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You began blushing as Russ gave you a wink before he walked off towards the side of the stage, leading the rest of the band away from you and Noel.

“Fucker,” Noel rolled his eyes making you giggle. He smiled at you, “Do me a favour, ‘lright?” You nodded. “I want you to stand up there to watch.” He nodded behind him to the top of the stairs. “Stay there until I come off, yeah?” You nodded again. Noel leaned forward and pressed his lips against your ear and whispered, “Then, I want you to come back to the hotel with me. So, I can finish what we started.” He pulled back enough to wink at you, making you blush and look down at your feet. Noel reached up with his left hand and lifted your chin, so you were looking at him. “You better keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

You nodded with a gulp. “I will.”

Noel began smirking at you, “Good girl.” He whispered and then surprised you by pressing his lips against yours as he held the side of your face in his calloused hands.

It took everything in your being not to go limp against his body as he kissed you. Your mind spiralled as his tongue slipped into your mouth, pulling a soft moan from you.

He pulled back with a smirk. “C’mon then.” He turned to the side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, the pair of you making your way up the stairs together to join the rest of the band. Moments before the band were to step out onto the stage, Noel turned to look at you, “What's your favourite song on the album?”

“Aye?” You looked at him in confusion.

“It's not that hard, love?” He asked with a smirk.

The crowd started going wild as the time finally came for the band to go on stage and as the others began to walk out one by one, Noel was stood looking at you. Waiting.

“Noel, you need to go.” You said a little panicked.

“Not until you say.” He folded his arms across his chest with a pout like a child would.

You huffed, “... If I had a gun.”

“Why?”

“Seriously?” You asked at him. Noel nodded. You rolled your eyes, tempted to strangle him for being such a pain, “Because... It would be nice, you know, to have someone think like that about me.” You admitted.

Noel smiled and began walking towards the stage only to stop again and look back to you. You let out a sigh of relief as he did, thinking to yourself, you better be good, lad.

The show began and of course you weren’t disappointed. The band were AMAZING! As you stood watching and listening to Noel sing, you thought back to when you saw Oasis for the first time, it was a completely different vibe but still insanely good. Noel really knew how to write music, and you could see his passion and love in the way he performs.

The last cord of ‘AKA… Broken Arrow’ rang out and the crowd cheered for more as Noel turned and said something to the rest of the band before turning back to his microphone, “I’d like to sing another song that ain’t on the album... It’s from that other bad, you know which one I mean,” He joked making everyone laugh. “This is ‘Half The World Away’, and tonight, I want to dedicate this song to… a friend and her dad.” He looked back to where you were stood and winked, smiling at you.

Tears filled your eyes as Noel began to play the starting cords to the song and as he sang the words, you felt the tears roll down your cheeks. You pulled your phone out and began to record Noel as he sang, wanting to be reminded of this moment and Noel’s kindness forever.

The show eventually came to a finish and although you were disappointed, having loved every minute of the show, you were glad it was over. And by the look in Noel’s eyes as he made his way off the stage towards you, so was he.

“How’s that?” He asked wearing a cocky smirk as he came up to you.

“You were… fuck. You were amazing.” You grinned up at him as he rested his hands on your hips. “Just, incredible.”

Noel grinned, giving the other’s a nod as they all walked by and back towards the dressing rooms. “Good.” He smiled, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly. You suddenly became nervous thinking back to what Noel had said to you before going out on stage. “So, we usually have a couple of drinks in the dressin’ room after a show, ya know, to celebrate a good show before headin’ back. You happy to do that?”

You nodded, “More than. I’m gaspin’ for a drink.” You smiled at him, thankful for the Dutch courage to calm your nerves and put your mind at ease.

“Good girl,” Noel winked at you. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and the pair of you made your way back to the band dressing room.

Music was playing and everyone was sat around chatting when you entered, and you were suddenly very aware that you didn’t belong there. And everyone probably knew you were nothing more than a… groupie.

Noel grabbed a couple of beers from the table and handed you one before taking your hand and leading you over to the only spot available on the sofa that was in the room.

“Shift up.” Noel told Russ, leaving no room to argue. Russ did as he was told and moved up as much as possible without sitting on Mikey’s lap. Noel sat down next to Russ leaving a small gap next to the armrest.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you sat down, squashed against Noel’s side but then you remembered that you’d literally had Noel’s cock in your mouth a few hours ago so you quickly relaxed into him. His right arm rested on the back of the sofa behind your head. Noel gave you a wink making you blush even more and shyly look down to your lap.

“Fucking hell, Noel… why couldn’t she sit next to me?” Russ moaned trying to shift into a better position.

“Why would it make a difference?” Noel frowned at him.

“At least I’d have a good-looking bird pressed against me instead of your old arse.” Russ joked making the others laugh.

“Piss off.” Noel muttered making Russ and the other’s laugh again. “I ain’t even that much older than ya, knobhead.”

“Still prefer a fit bird next to me.” Russ said looking at you and winking.

You sank back into your seat as Noel’s arm fell around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to his side.

“And when has that ever happened?” Mike joked making you laugh. The conversation thankfully moved away from you, and everyone started talking about the show. Everyone except Mike who was sat next to you in a chair. He turned to you with a polite smile. “So, Y/n, what do you do for a living?” He asked.

“Me? Nothing nearly as fun as what you lot do.” You joked. “I’m a florist. I own my own shop with me mam near Fog Lane Park.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise, “Seriously?”

You hummed, “Proper rock n’ roll, ain’t it?” You joked making him laugh.

“Look, being in a band ain’t always all that. You should try sharin’ a fuckin’ tour bus with these smelly fuckers.” He joked making you laugh. Mike then nodded and pointed to Noel, “Especially that grumpy fucker… fuck me, ya’ should have seen him when we were younger.” He rolled his eyes dramatically making you laugh.

“Fuck off.” Noel muttered into his beer with a smile.

“Strangely enough, I can imagine.” You joked making Mike laugh.

Noel moved his arm from your shoulders to your waist and began tickling your side with his fingers making you laugh. Russell began shifting next to Noel making him huff and wiggle in his own seat.

“Stop wiggling,” You giggled.

“Well, it’s fuckin’ uncomfortable squashed ‘ere.” He huffed again.

You began to get up, “I’ll move-”

“Wait. Hold that,” Noel handed you his beer before scooping you up and shifted the pair of you, so you were basically sat in his lap. “Tar,” Noel took his beer back from you with a smile, resting his right arm around your waist. You tried not to over think what was happening because if you did, you’d start getting all hot and bothered again. You were sitting in Noel Gallagher’s lap (again). “Where’s yer shop then?” Noel asked smirking as his hand laid across your backside.

You bit into your bottom lip to stifle a moan, “Hmm, not far from Sifters, actually.” You smiled at him with a slight blush colouring your cheeks.

Noel nodded, “I’ll have to pop in.”

You burst out laughing, “That would be a sight, Noel Gallagher amongst the peonies and roses.”

Noel grinned up at you. “What? I buy flowers.”

You held your hands up in the air, “Never said you didn’t.” You giggled. Noel chuckled giving your bottom a light tap.

The others started whistling and teasing the pair of you receiving a ‘piss off’ from Noel. “Sorry about these lot, love.” He said once everyone had all gone back to having their own conversations.

You shook your head with a smile, “It’s fine, honestly. I’m used to it.”

“Y'got brothers, have yer?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Nah, but me dad’s mates used to brin’ their lads to footy matches, so I’m used to the teasin’.”

Noel looked at you curiously, “Footy? What, like you used to have a kickabout or watch the matches?”

“Watch ‘em.”

Noel nodded, “Yer not a bloody United fan, are ya?” He frowned.

You scowled at him. “Fuck off. Sky blues, through and through.”

“Good girl.” Noel nodded approvingly giving your backside another pat. Your stomach was doing somersaults, enjoying yourself far too much from such a little touch.

“Bollocks.” Russell scoffed.

Noel looked at him with a frown, “What you on about?”

Russell nodded to you, “Ain’t no way she’s a footy fan. She’s just saying it to get knobbed by you, mate.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him, a little miffed by him and pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Not that it’s any of your business, but actually, I am a city fan.” You said as you held your phone out to show him the picture of you and your dad at a football match in matching football shirts. “So, fuck off.” You stuck your tongue out at him making everyone laugh.

Noel looked at Russell with a grin, “And on that note, we’re off.” Noel gave you a nudge to get off his lap before he got up and took your hand in his, leading you towards the dressing room door as he once again told everyone to ‘piss off’. Once you stepped out of the dressing room, Noel gave you an almost embarrassed look as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry 'bout, Russel. He’s a bit of a div sometimes, but he’s just havin’ a laugh.”

“Honestly, it’s fine.” You smiled at him a little shy. “Was I a bit rude, telling him to fuck off?”

Noel chuckled, “Nah, course not. Besides, he proper deserved it. Look, I’ll just grab me stuff and then we’ll head off, yeah?”

You nodded. Noel quickly headed off back to his dressing room leaving you to wait in the hallway. You leaned against the wall and pulled your phone out of your pocket, pulling up the (only) video you managed to take. You turned the volume down low and pressed play, smiling instantly. It wasn’t a very good video; you were shaking far too much for it to focus and it was a bit crackly due to where you were stood but you knew what it was.

Noel cleared his throat as he came to stand beside you, “What’s that?” He asked nodding to your phone.

“Oh, I uh, recorded you when you sang ‘Half the world away’. I wanted to show me mam when I got back. She’ll love it.” You smiled up at him, “Thank you for that. You didn’t have to.”

Noel shrugged, “It’s no big deal.”

“Even so, it meant a lot to me.” You closed the gap between you and gave him a brief, soft kiss. “Thank you, Noel.” You smiled, almost certain you saw his cheeks reddening.

Noel nodded. “C’mon,” Noel took your hand and began to lead you out through the back exit.

The car from earlier was waiting outside with the driver opening the door as soon as Noel stepped out of the door. Like you did earlier Noel let you get in before him only this time he let himself ogle your backside as you did, smirking to himself.

On the journey back to the hotel, Noel slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. You started off chatting but after Noel reassured you that the driver couldn’t see or hear you through the patrician, it quickly turned into the pair of you snogging like a couple of teenagers in the back.

You pulled back with a giggle as your accidently brushed your hand against Noel’s bulge, “Maybe we should stop, you know, so you’ve got time to calm down before we get out.”

Noel sat back letting out a deep breath, running his left hand through his hair as he did. “Right.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Fuck me... what are you doing to me?” He ran his hand down his face.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully and put some distance between you, needing to calm down too. You wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him again if you stayed pressed against him. Not long after, the car was pulling up outside of a hotel.

The driver got out and walked around the car to Noel’s side. “There’s no photographers that I can see, Mr Gallagher.” Alan informed Noel as he opened the car door.

Noel thanked him as he got out and held his hand out for you to take. You accepted and got out, smiling at Alan and nodding your thanks as you did. Noel let go of your hand (unfortunately) and lead you inside the hotel. As the pair of you made your way across the lobby towards the lift, your mind wondered to something you haven’t even considered. Paparazzi. What if you were seen with Noel? What if someone talked about the two of you? What would people think of Noel? What would people think of you?

“Y/n?” Noel stood halfway inside the lift looking at you when you didn’t move. “It’s ‘lright if you’ve changed yer mind, y’know.” He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head with a shy smile. “I haven’t. I was just, worryin’ a bit.” You said as you stepped into the lift with him.

Noel raised his eyebrow as he pressed the button to his floor once the doors closed. “What ‘bout? Shaggin' a dodgy old fella?” He joked making you roll your eyes and smile.

“I was just thinkin’, what if I’m spotted with you or what if someone talks about me and you? I don’t want to be the reason your name gets dragged through the-”

Your words were cut off by Noel cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips against yours. His tongue slipped between your lips pulling a soft moan from you. As the kiss deepened, Noel pushed you against the wall of the lift, moving his hands to settle on your waist as yours moved up his body and rested on his shoulders.

He pulled back from you with a satisfied hum, smiling to himself as you tried to follow his lips. “That’s a tomorrow worry, love. Okay?”

[burstinn]

Male reader with absolutely Fucking Huge Tits.

(headcanons!)

People shown: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Keegan, König, Horangi, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy

I felt silly I was high and it's funny jwjsjsnsw ew endnsndndnd.

Didn't think my first post would get that much attention but.. Anyways.. Yay?

You have fucking big moobs.. Huge male tits.. Fucking succulent ass Cherries

You are a guy. And lucky for you, You have the most plump, ungodly monumental tremendous tits ever. Ofcourse you had the build to support your huge tits.. But your tits were the most eye catching.

When you first joined 141 or Kortac or whateevveer....Man holy shit they went fuckin wild. Like they weren't even trying to hide that they were blatantly looking at your capacious boobs.

Soap

- he was the first to yell like some Scottish words for Holy shit when you landed out from the Heli showing off your stupendous balloons

- he would be the first to be staring with no shame

-he would also be the first to ask if he could squeeze them.

-he would ask you how the hell you got your mighty melons. And he would ask you if it's possible for you to lactate.

- idk he'd bark..

- if you were to sex. He would lick, slurp your hoo Haas

-Would see if he can make you lactate

-makes you wear a bra. Freaky

- continues to play with your dongdongs after your very amazing activity gently

Gaz

- His eyes went wide.. Probably did the shocked guy face with hands on his head when he saw you

- face red no eye contact trying to not look at your mammoth sized Quadruple D breasts

- secretly staring but it's so obvious he's staring especially when your running laps.. Yknow yknow boobie flaps go up and down Fr fr

- one day when you guys were alone together he probably went down on his knees.. Begging to let him touch and squeeze your boobies.

-If you were to do the devils tango.. Also bite marks.. And licks.. More gently but desperately.

Ghost

- eyes wide under mask. Is confused how a dude could get those unwieldy lofty ass TITTS.

- also secretly staring. Less to zero obviousness.

- wants to ask as well to touch your bazongas but he's to scared.

- you caught him staring once and he immediately looks away. So like the amazing man you are you asked him if he wants to hold your tatas.

-he nodded obviously.

-you doing the nasty? He's rough. No mercy to idk your whole body. Especially your gazongals.

-boob fucking.

-bruises hickeys bites everywhere. Mostly on your GadonkGadonks.

- he would bury his head on the middle of your Tits... It's like a pillow.

Price

- Suprised and impressed. Idk why he's still shocked everytime he sees you walking around

- looking sometimes. But more respectful

-you need too ask him first if he wants to hold your beach balls.

- if you do wrestling in bed. Loving duhh. Lovingly and softly suckling your Rounder Pounders.

- also buries his head on your moob boobs

- Would probably just call you in his office sometimes just so he can use your Boobs as a pillow.

-His beard tickles.. Hmm.

Keegan

- Awooga

-Pointing at it then looks back at someone then looking back at you then looking back at someone.. Then back and forth

-Takes pictures

- you were standing in front of him talking then he just suddenly.. Grabbed your Bazonkers.

-Takes more pictures. Has its own folder just for your mountainous front moons.

- Roleplay sex that involves fucking your boobs Intensity varies

König

- Blushing under mask

-is also a proud owner of plump tits. But he's afraid of yours.

-Also YOU need to be the one to ask as well if he wants a squeeze.

- compare boob sizes.

- rough but gentle RAAAAA. Would ask before doing anything to you doingloings

-Rubs your tats together

- ask before taking pictures.. Shows it to Horangi

- Sometimes he would just stare blankly at you before he just.. Squeezes your knockers..

-He immediately gets red and apologizes red faced from shame and embarrassment.

-When you told him you don't mind and it's okay.. He gets relaxed.

-Now he would just pull you into closets just so he could ask you to caress your man tiddies even though he doesn't need to.

-You caress his too. It's like a ritual.

Horangi

- starts laughing in shock and interest and is also impressed

- Also Staring no shame. But it's less obvious because of his shades

-Asks if your tits are implants..

- Would ask König for pics of your Cupcakes.

- Constant slapping of your boobers.

- jokes about your Honkers..

-Loves Your Honkers but also jealous. He wants big buggers as well :((

- Starts drawing on them. Non permanent colorful markers

-would dress it up as well. Putting glasses.. His sunglasses a mustache..

-would purposely smudge food on your Clonkers and He would say some shit like

'Sorry let me clean that up' and starts licking fr

Graves

- Soldier what the fuck he would say or something.

- Don't get distracted.. Gets distracted.

-Makes you purposefully fight/ train/ spar with him.. Make him discreetly hit or touch your award winning rounders

-If you confront him about it. He will probably say a half assed sorry. Look at you like some pissy bitch for forgiveness.

-Forgiveness being you let him do the bed rolling sweat inducing activity with you.

- Please PLEAASE let him picture it during your seeexx

- Shows it off. Of course he will. Who?

His shadows duh

-compliments your hooters frequently

Also makes jokes with his shadows

-Got sad once and dragged you away from whatever you were doing. And just used you as a pillow and cried.

- If most or all His Shadows are stressed or frustrated from a mission they all gettin in a single file line. And they get to caress touch YOUR FUCKING GARGANTUAN GAZOONKAS one minute each.

-Graves is last because.. He's doing more than just caressing your boobs...

Alejandro

- any Spanish nicknames to refer to your boobs that you don't know of

- Flirting.

- Conspicuous staring..Starts ranting to Rudy about how much he wants to hold your teacups. He's passionate about it to.

- Manages to get the balls with the help of Rudy.. To ask to hold your chest footballs.

- is gentle at first before he looses it and starts squeezing it and roughly touching. Until you made a very audible noise of hurt or discomfort

-Apologizes.. Buys you literally everything just so you can forgive him. On his knees saying sorry in Spanish.

- Praises your body

Rudy

- Just as thirsty as Alejandro. Just more shy and respectful.

- When Alejandro starts confessing to him how much he wants to touch your chests.. He reciprocated and also tell Ale how much he likes your Moobies.

- Sharing. Both sharing. Alejandro touching your left Rudy on the right.

- If Rudy is touching you. If you even shift on what he thinks is a sign of uncomfortability.. Will say sorry.. For weeks.. Even months.

- Will never forget it. Even though you probably did and assured him that it wasn't a sign of anything. Avoided you for a few days out shame.

-Also apologizes for avoiding you.

- Also Praises your body.

[beawake]

Non exhaustive list of my thoughts on the second batch of episodes

The throws to the other group are very well timed and good

Allura and Kima backstory!!! Allura raising that she loves Kima and holy fuck Kima is reckless!!!

I love how they get Pike more involved in the story! But damn she does not catch a break with the everlight huh?

Zerxus!!! I am so happy to see him but uh buddy, you changed predictably

Zerxus backstory!!!

Pike using her strengths (empathy) against Zerxus is brutal but yeah it is efficient

Keyleth "uh are we de ante?" And Scanlan "what the fuck Pike" yeah...

Pike recklessly throwing her life away feeling abandoned by the Everlight aww poor girl it's not easy being a cleric

Yenk!!! I heard the name and I knew it was coming!!! Oh yeah I am ready for this boss battle on rock music??? Amazing 10/10

Allura fully seeing the mess that is Percy and Vex "could have fooled me" about not being together

Vex: this is why I didn't want to get involved

Percy: but we're not involved are we

Vex: no

Percy: so no problem

Yeah sure, that works absolutely no feelings there that solves everything

Percy: because we are so level-headed

This man is suffering but know his party

The ring of Brass!!! My guys!!!! Zerxus has not forgiven them for their hubris but his hubris is also there

The painted glass for the ring of brass!! EXU callback and so pretty!!!

Tooty Maw

Zerxus: surely you did not walk into hell without a good plan VM:....

Keyleth eating the disgusting flying fish vax being like what thr fuck?

Percy did say they could do something with thr thin ice! "Fuck it let's get weird"

Allura and Percy martial and spellcasting beef: your weapon is too bloody loud! We can't all shoot magic from our fingers!

Keyleth: oh bigger antlers!

Percy: Pike your hair is -

Pike: cram it de rolo, having a day!

Don't worry that is Lady Kima of Vord---- and the woman I love

The gigantic tree when Vex kills Vorugal

Yes!! Dragon scales!!! Vex armour!!!

I know we're not together but that doesn't mean we have to be apart

Chateau Shorthalt!!!

Lesbians figuring their shit out iness than 5 seconds while a boss battle is going on

Yeah, the chateau is what I expected

Aww no boobie unseen servants

Yeah, wouldn't be Scanlan without making it sad with Kaylie

Kink room

The goldfish! Goldfish keyleth!

And the pool bomb game? Damn words

Vax and Percy in the pool... here we go!

You know you're getting weirder omg Percy

Percy asking the real questions: how did you hold your breath that long?

Creepy fucking moon

"There isn't a thing between us" percy's voice getting higher

Testing the vestiges, nice

The cube!

Vax and Keyleth are so awkward, aww

Ah yes only chicken to eat

Oh, Scanlan is definitely breaking, no open up (I say like I don't know what's coming)

Damn Yeah, Grog doesn't even know who Kaylie is

"You're not a terrible person, you just care about someone other than yourself for the first time and it is freaking you out" Pike does not pull punches

Oh fuck, Scanlan leaving the teleportation, are we already at the Bards Lament?

Baby dragons! Yeah they are terrifying, Whitestone is also not catching break! Do they bleed fucking lava?

Vax's slick flying moves

Boom boom oh Grog, what a comparison

Keep tonguing that hole dipshit

Gilmore!!!

Yeah Cassandra has moves as well

Pike: shit cock! Woman they are saving gasp scandously and covers her sons ears Pike: I am so sorry ma'am

Anime glasses!