#how are you going to set up a date with me when your insta DMs are on silent. you havent responded to me and its been 6 hours the day of!!!

[milkstoner]

I don't have an insta 😔

I do have to respect that honestly.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 8 ] || [ Chapter 10 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i think Ghost always steals Soap's hygiene products bc he cannot be arsed to buy some for himself.

Chapter 9: Drinks?

The moment the helo touched down, the soldiers descended, each of them parting ways as they went about their regular business, returning their gear to the armory, debriefing, showering, eating…

Almost a whole hour after their arrival, Simon threw himself down onto his bed, his skin dewy from the shower, his hair combed to the front and dripping over his face.

He popped open the top drawer of his nightstand and fished out his phone and charger. He set the charger up and turned on the phone as it charged up.

Simon didn’t often use his iPhone. Sometimes he forgot he even had it. The only times he did was to check Soap’s and Gaz’s insta/snap stories (because he liked being up to date on what they were doing) and when they were all on leave and had parted ways, so he could check the groupchat. 

Once the phone turned on, he immediately beelined for Tinder and opened the app. The app lagged a bit at first but, open loading up, he saw it.

99+ likes, 99+ messages.

The big majority of them were girls, too young for him, thirsting for him, even with his face being hidden. He always knew he could attract people, so it didn’t exactly surprise him.

Rolling his eyes, he flicked his finger over the screen until he found your chat and clicked on it.

Simon: I’m back and in one piece. Simon: I think you need to wish me luck more often.

He didn’t expect you to answer him immediately, even if it was only 6 P.M. on a Tuesday and you’d likely be at home and free, considering the job you listed on your profile.

However, the Read notification popped up under his text almost immediately and your dm came right after without the app even announcing you were typing.

you: omg i was literally JUST checking to see if you had said anything you: welcome back!

The text made a smirk take over his scarred lips before he bit the bottom one and typed out a reply.

Simon: Have you been waiting to hear from me for 3 weeks? you: noooo Simon: That’s frankly adorable. Simon: Didn’t think I’d have gotten in your head that strongly. you: oh piss off simon. you: ur not that great. Simon: You’re still texting me. you: sooo???? Simon: So, I can’t be that terrible. Simon: Got your attention, didn’t I? you: oh piss off you: ur so cocky and for what Simon: Not cocky. Just sure of myself. you: no Simon. No? you: no 😤 Simon: Okay then. Simon: Suddenly not sure of myself because you deemed it so. Simon: I’m very insecure now. Simon: Is that better? you: stop being such a bloody smartass 🙄🙄🙄 Simon: You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart. Simon: I can’t take this. Simon: Going to go hug my pillow and cry some more. you: oh no you: i’m making the giant cry? 😱 Simon: Is that a dig at my height? you: YES Simon: My God, I’m going to cry even more. Simon: I’m being bullied. you: good!!! 😤 Simon: I’m making you pay for my therapy. you: pay for it yourself!!!! 🙄 Simon: How about I pay for dinner for the two of us one of these days instead?

You didn’t answer immediately after that. You always did that whenever he flirted with you and spoke about taking you out.

Simon had a shit-eating grin on his face, imagining that you were all annoyed at him behind the screen. He was right in guessing you were shy about going out, he assumed.

you: no. you: but you can buy me a drink tonight.

His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised just a bit.

Simon: It’s a Tuesday night, are you sure? Simon: You know going out for drinks on a Tuesday is usually a sign of alcoholism? you: ur backing out now? you: wheres all that bravado of yours? Simon: Oh no, sweetheart. I’m not backing out, I’m asking if you’re sure. you: if i wasnt i wouldnt have invited you. Simon: Fair enough. Simon: Where? you: the same pub i met up with john at maybe? Simon: Rog. Simon: 30 minutes. you: i need longer to get ready. Simon: That’s fine. I’ll still be there in 30. you: are you going to be wearing the mask? Simon: 🤷‍♂️ you: SIMON you: YOU CAN’T BE PULLING OUT THE EMOJIS LIKE THIS you: YOU STARTLE ME EVERY TIME. Simon: Good. Simon: See you soon.

Setting the phone down on the mattress, Simon got up from bed and took off his towel, tossing it over the back of his desk chair before opening the top drawer of his tall dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxer briefs and putting them on.

Then, he rummaged through the other drawers looking for his one ‘going out shirt’™️ (which was actually a black long-sleeve compression shirt) which he put on along with a pair of dark jeans. It was a simple outfit. 

Then he slipped on some black boots. He threw on a leather jacket over that and tucked a black neck gaiter into the neckline of the t-shirt, hiking it up to cover his mouth and nose.

Barely a minute later, he was making his way into Soap’s room and across the small space that separated him from the bathroom. 

“Going somewhere, L.T.?” Soap probed from his spot at his desk, eyebrows raised and his eyes locked on the older man’s with intrigue. He rarely saw Ghost in civvies and even more rarely did he see him without a hoodie.

Unlike Ghost, Soap had made his officer’s quarters into his own living space, having brought in a gaming computer and chair, a small beanbag, and had plenty of knick-knacks around.

“Going out.” Ghost said simply as he grabbed Soap’s hair gel and squirted a glob of it into his hand before lathering them and using them to run through his blond locks which were exposed without the hoodie or signature balaclava.

“Out? On a date?” Soap asked Ghost as he quickly jogged up to the bathroom door, watching as Ghost fiddled with his hair.

“No. Just drinks.” Ghost replied as he tugged a bit as his hair to make it stand up straight. 

“Is this someone you found on Tinder…?” Soap probed as he leaned his shoulder on the bathroom door, a boyish grin on his lips.

Ghost looked over at Soap out of the corner of his eye as he finished fiddling with his hair and rinsed his hands under ice cold water in the sink.

Soap took Ghost’s silence as an affirmative response. “Pro’lly a shag too, hm?” He joked, earning him another glance out of the corner of his eye. “Bloody hell, L.T. tell me all about it later, yea?” He laughed.

“Fuck no.” Ghost added as he grabbed one of Soap’s cologne bottles and raised it up for a sniff before scowling at the scent and setting it down again.

“Aw, c’mon L.T.!” He pleaded. 

“Get your own date, MacTavish.” Then, he just made his way right out the door, forcing Soap to move out of the way, looking a bit like a wounded puppy. 

“I’m not getting anything interesting on there!” Soap lamented with a sigh.

“No? Well, I’m sorry for you, then, Johnny.” Ghost quipped as he opened the door again and stepped out into the hall, leaving Soap behind.

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[wonik1ss]

My Gamer Girl — Hanni

pairing : non-idol!hanni x reader

song rec : boombox - laura marano

summary : hanni doesn’t seem to like you until she plays a game with you

“Are you fucking joshing me right now Hanni Pham”

“If you don’t take that whole sentence back I’m canceling this live”

“She’s literally the angel of twitch how could you not like her?”

“I never said I didn’t like her! You’re gonna get me cancelled Minji!”

“GOOD”

Right now Hanni Pham otherwise known as DannyPhantom was streaming with her bff Minji. They were playing a nice and slow Minecraft building challenge when someone in Hanni’s chat asked about Minji’s opinions on Y/n otherwise known as ‘Angelfacedbaby’.

Hanni scoffed and stupidly Minji asked why and Hanni answered. ‘Nothing she’s just a little to perky for me’.

“To late I already see the comments coming”

y/n’sbbygirl : I know your not talking

minjieatmeplease : oooo girl.. you best be jokin

phammyhanni : I think I’ve been… stabbed…

“Ok guys stop being dramatic!”

“For all Y/n stan’s I’ll end my stream here”. Just as Hanni was about to try to stop Minji she was gone. Hanni sighed and turned to her camera.

“Guess that’s the end of todays stream by phantoms…!”. As Hanni shut off her stream she sighed. What was the hype with this Y/n girl. She saw a few clips of her playing and she saw nothing interesting. She really was just was another faceless twitch streamer.

Later… As Hanni was scrolling through tiktok she got an insta message. Without reading it she tapped it and her eyes went wide.

angledfacesbaby : Hi! A lot of my fans have been asking us to collab. I totally understand if you don’t want to but I think it would be fun! Please dm me back if you think so too ^^

dannyphantom : Hi! That sounds great! Do you have a date in mind?

As Hanni turned off her phone she threw her head back. How did she go from basically trash talking the girl; to meeting her next saturday at six to play bed wars?

Hanni scanned her set up one more time before she started her stream and did her intro.

“Afternoon Phantoms! today we have a special guest!”

“Hi I’m Y/n!”

Oh fuck.. Why did you sound like a fucking angel. Hanni shook her head and cracked her knuckles trying to shake away the thought.

“Didn’t know we were going to war..”. You joked Hanni’s eyes went wide.

“What?”

“I heard you crack your knuckles”

“Your watching my stream?”

“Yup! I like you headset!”. Hanni started to blush. As you went on to talk to your fans Hanni opened up your stream. She.. was.. fucked. Hanni would never say this out loud but you looked ethereal. You had clear glasses on just like Hanni, your smile was faint but gorgeous, and your lips were too.. Did you always have your face cam on?

Hanni blinked twice before she looked at her screen to see the game was starting.

“Good luck!”

“You too!”

As the game went on it was safe to say Hanni was a simp for you. Hanni wasn’t just playing bad she was fucking horrid. In the first ten minutes you destroyed her bed and she just smiled? Anytime Minji even dared to say she was; going to Hanni’s island she would get shot with arrows. But you were an expectation?

Your laughs were like a drug to Hanni. She just wanted more, so she just played dumb. Her chat could tell seeing as they were flaming her from the start.

beatdeeznuts : oh mah gad she down bad

hanniator : STAND UP HANNI PHAM!

minjiscreams : I TOLD YOU BITCH

Hanni rolled her eyes at Minji’s comment; and as soon as she looked up the game was over and you had won. Hanni was shocked but smiling.

“Another round?”

“Nah I don’t wanna embarrass your infront of your fans again..”.Hanni bit her lip and smiled at her screen you taking over most of it. You both did your outro’s and then you FaceTimed Hanni.

“I hope your opinion of me changed”

“What..?”

“I saw your live.. I hope you like me now”

“Oh I definitely do”. You tilted your head at the girl as you giggled. The thing was Hanni wasn’t joking, she wanted to be your gamer girl. Your one and only gamer girl.

[elliesmainhoe]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write about streamer Ellie with SFX makeup artist gf reader. Like Ellie will be streaming and reader will come in with super cool or scary make up and Ellie will just blow up with praise about how good it is and tell you to join her. Or if she’s playing a horror game you’ll come in with scary makeup and spook her and the viewers love it!!!

Ellie Williams Headcanons: SFXArtist!Reader X Streamer!Ellie

Definitely met you over Instagram.

She was laying in bed, scrolling through her favourite video game hashtag- when she stumbled on a post you made with hyper-realistic SFX make-up.

yourinstagram

1,845 likes

yourinstagram this took me twelve hours, I wish I was joking 🧍

ewiliiams holy fuck that's cool!!

yourinstagram replying to @ewilliams- awwe thanks ❤️ appreciate it xoxo. (Love your streams btw)

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(screenshot sourced by hollymurraymakeup on tiktok)

Next stream she's chatting about how cool you look and confesses to stalking your insta

Little does she know you where watching

Had you giggling and kicking your feet as well as giving you the confidence to slide into her DMs

Eventually after a few months of chatting you two pull a classic U-Haul lesbian andice in with her.

She doesn't tell chat about the developments in her love life until you decided one day to cause chaos.

Ellie had told you she wouldd be staying up later than usual tonight to stream a newly released horror game realistic zombies as a main feature.

You'd created zombies with prosthetics and makeup about a million times and had perfected exactly what products to apply and to which part of your face. You'd started a few hours before Ellie was set to start streaming so you'd already gotten the naked prosthetics on your face by the time she'd began the gameplay.

An hour into the stream, when Ellie was exploring an abandoned hospital, the lights were dim, the game had an absence of music giving off an unnerving atmosphere- you knew it was time to set your plan into motion.

Ellie was well-known for her immersive gameplay experiences, the LED lights of her office connected to her monitor so when the game was dim, so were her lights. If her character was submerged in water, her light would turn the same murky brown colour.

The hospital she was in was dimly light, making her set up also turn dim so when you snuck into the background of her office the viewers didn't immediately clock into you. You stood there for about 30 seconds, forcing your body to imitate the movements of the undead enemies that hunted Ellie.

User1: What the actual fuck is that in the background?!?!!

User2: your setup is sick man

User1: please tell me I'm not the only one seeing this!!!!!!!!!

User3: Holy shit.

User4: That's freaky as fuck.

Of course, Ellie being her usual oblivious self was too distracted to notice the spam of comments that flooded her chat until a voice donation brought back her attention.

User5 donated $30 'look behind you'

An out of character screech came from Ellie as soon as she spun around to see you, the screech eventually turned into a burst of laughter as you playfully imitated a zombie, stumbling towards her. She opens her arms as you fall into her lap- biting at her neck as she played along- pretending to flail before acting dead.

User7: Whats going on lmao

User8: Ellie's dating a zombie?

User8: a HOT zombie aswell.

"uhhh, so chat.... This is my girlfriend, Y/N,"

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[danielfuckingricciardo]

r/relationship_advice - Charles Leclerc x Reader

A collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis - The reader is in a difficult situation, and decides to make a post on Reddit to get help with her predicament. What she doesn’t expect is for people to realise who she is.

Content Warnings - swearing, sexual references

Author’s Note - this is not just a standard fic! This is a collection of Reddit posts, comments, tweets, and fic. Sort of like a collage of different shit all telling one story! Because of this the perspective is different in each part, like the Reddit posts are in first person, and the fic is in second person as usual!

I wanted to experiment with something different structure wise, you know me, I like to fuck with stuff and do weird shit. If high school musical taught me anything, it’s that we shouldn’t stick to the status quo.

Please do tell me if you like the structure, if you don’t, if there’s anything you don’t think works etc! I’d love to do more shit like this so if you have any ideas of what else I could include in one of these (like text messages, DMs, Snapchat, insta stories, whatever) do let me know!

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Posted by throwaway27936

My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

I wanna preface this by saying that I’ve been with my boyfriend since I was 18. And I do love him. But last year I managed to bag my dream job and it meant us going long distance.

I wasn’t worried about the whole thing, after all, we’d been together for six years already and lived together for three of them. We had two cats together, and the word on the street was he was thinking of buying a ring to pop the question before I got my job offer.

The job is my dream job, and it’s actually what we had initially bonded over when we were at college together. When I got that email saying the job was mine he was so excited for me, and I was thrilled. It’s what I’d been working towards for so long!

But as things set in for him, and he realised I would be away for weeks and weeks, I could tell something changed. It was like he was faking being happy for me. The proposal never came, I suppose maybe because I was going to be away for days like valentines and both our birthdays, maybe he just couldn’t find the right time? Either that or he didn’t want to be engaged to someone who was hardly around?

He drove me to the airport, and no matter how sad I could see he was feeling, I couldn’t stop my excitement as I jetted off to another country to begin my work! I suppose that didn’t help either, him seeing how pumped I was and not being all tearful and sad to be leaving him. But I couldn’t help it, and I was sad, I just didn’t want to make our parting more upsetting for myself or for him.

The job kept me busy. Like super busy. But I did manage to come home every now and then, to tell him about all the amazing things I’d seen and done, do date nights snuggled up on the couch with our kitties Nemo (4M) and Milo (4M) but something was just… off??

And him being off, not being as affectionate and loving as he used to be, is what drew me to my coworker.

The final nail in the coffin was my trip home during summer last year. My bf and I pretty much argued the entire time, just over little tiny things, until suddenly, he just exploded. He berated me over the fact that I was never home. That he was the one stuck there looking after the cats, living a normal life while I was living my dream and flying around the world with my team.

It hurt, and I’m gonna be honest with you, I said some things I wish I could take back. Mainly along the lines of ‘it’s not my fault you weren’t able to make something of your life like I was.’

I regret saying that. I know that he struggled after college. It was a low blow. But I was angry, because I was living my dream, the dream we had bonded over that night in the sports bar just off campus when we met. He should be happy for me, right?

Well, after I left at the end of summer on a particularly sour note, I was ready to be done with him. I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt and hope he’d gotten it all out of his system and that when I returned during a two week break in October, things would be better.

We hardly talked. September meant no FaceTimes, hardly any texts, no likes on my Instagram posts, nothing. Zilch. Nada. I tried, god knows I did. Scrolling through our WhatsApp chat makes me look so fucking desperate but I wasn’t ready to give up.

One day, after another period of being totally ignored, my coworker, who I shall call C, noticed I was upset. Before now I hadn’t spent much time with C as he was far more high profile than me. I worked in the wings but he was the star of the show.

I didn’t mean to trauma dump on him, but all these feelings just kinda came spilling out. I ended up crying on him and getting his shirt all covered in snot. It was gross, I apologised, he said not to worry about it.

The thing about C is, is that he’s beautiful. I know you don’t often see the word beautiful being used to describe a man, but he is. He’s gorgeous. Like don’t get me wrong, my bf is hot too, but C? Damn.

He was so kind to me, he listened, he wiped away my tears, cheered me up, and made me feel better again.

Don’t get me wrong, I would never cheat. I couldn’t. One of my best friends from college had her boyfriend of five years cheat on her and she was heartbroken. I still loved my boyfriend, I couldn’t do that to him. Besides, C himself already had a girlfriend. So anything between me and him was completely off the table.

But that didn’t stop me from catching feelings for C. There’s nothing cheaty about catching feelings, right? Especially when your bf is ghosting you the way mine was.

But C and I became good friends over the time we spent together throughout September after the whole snotty crying situation. He was a good friend, and it was nice to have someone in your corner when all of your normal best friends are halfway across the world.

When I went home in October, I arrived at my bf and I’s flat to find him sat in the lounge, surrounded by packed boxes and suitcases. He told me it was over.

Naturally I cried, I was hoping we’d have a chance to smooth things out, especially over Christmas when I’d have a whole two months to spend at home before I had to be back at work.

My bf showed me a picture on his phone, it must have been from some night out I can hardly remember after a good weekend’s work. And there I was with C. We were just dancing, but his hand was on my waist. Man we must have been so hammered.

My bf assumed I had a thing for him, which I did, but I would never have acted on. But I told him I didn’t, that we were just good friends, which wasn’t a lie. We were good friends, I just happened to fancy the pants off C but only in secret.

He wouldn’t listen to me, told me the whole long distance thing wasn’t working and that I either had to quit my job, or we would have to break up.

I couldn’t quit. I loved my job too much. It was exactly what I had dreamed of since I was a child. I told him that, and he said it was over.

He said he’d look after the cats until I found a new stable home someplace, and that he’d let me store my things in the spare room, but I didn’t live here anymore.

I left for my parents that night, in tears, and texted C. I told him what had happened, and he said I should get out, go visit him at home and keep my mind off of things before we had to travel again.

I knew I shouldn’t have. That it just made C and I’s relationship look even more suspicious. But I was upset, and angry. Besides, I wasn’t the only one at fault. If my bf had just replied to my texts more, and been willing to work harder on the long distance thing, I think we’d still be together now.

But I went to see C. And we had a great week. We hung out, played video games, got drunk, it was great. Of course his girlfriend stopped by every day for a few hours at least, and sometimes I’d be left alone in his apartment while they went for dinner and stuff. And that was when I cried.

I felt guilty for something that was beyond my control. I felt angry because, if my boyfriend had just been more willing to make it work, I wouldn’t have gone crying to C and I wouldn’t have ended up with this big fat crush on him.

By the time it was time to return home, I went and moved all my stuff out of my now ex-bf’s apartment and took the cats to my parents. I spent Christmas with them, and despite how much it hurt being alone surrounded by my family who were all coupled up, I had my work in 2023 to get me through.

But I also had C. We texted, a lot, after the breakup. I think he wanted to make sure I was okay? That I wasn’t feeling down.

But eventually it was my turn to check in on him, as C and his gf broke up. We spent a lot of time on FaceTime that week, being a pair of sad single losers drinking red wine and talking shit. He was my friend, and I cared about him a lot.

Come New Year’s Eve, I was invited to see in 2023 with my closest friends at a party one of them was hosting. And it was there I saw my ex-bf for the first time since I moved out.

I expected he would be there, after all, we had a lot of the same friends. But I was prepared for it. I’d cried my tears out, I’d gotten out all of my frustrations, and so when he asked me out on the balcony for a chat, I said ‘sure, why not?’

Call it a bad idea, call me foolish, but we ended up making out up there. We kissed at midnight that night, and promised to give it all another go. He said he wouldn’t get jealous of me and my job, and I said I’d try to come home more and spend more time with him.

The first week of January, I moved my stuff back into our apartment, brought the cats back from my parents, and we rekindled our relationship. Despite all the pain I went through, I still loved him. And he still loved me.

But then C texted, asked if I wanted to fly over and hang out for a weekend. My bf wasn’t too happy with the idea. He was still convinced I had a thing for C, despite me telling him most certainly that I didn’t. But I did still have a thing for C.

Thing were frosty between me and my bf for a few days, and as I prepared to return to work, he got increasingly more agitated. But eventually, when it came time for me to leave, he cried. I cried and hugged him as we parted at the airport. I promised I would call and text every day, and that I wouldn’t ignore him in favour of work.

I loved my boyfriend, I really did. But then I saw C again. And now I don’t know what to do.

I love both of them, so much, and I don’t know what I want anymore. Is it selfish of me to stay with my bf? Would it be stupid for me to call it quits with him and risk things with C even if he doesn’t feel the same? I’m just stuck in a rut and my emotions are going crazy. Help!

TLDR: my boyfriend thinks I’m in love with my coworker, I say I’m not, but after a shaky period with my bf, I fell for my coworker. Now I don’t know what to do! Help?

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Reindeerbuddy27 • 4d ago

I think your boyfriend sounds like a dick. It was his fault for ghosting you! If he hadn’t have reacted the way he did over summer you would have never bonded with your coworker and caught feelings. IMO you’d be better off breaking up with him and either being single or getting with C, though I’d give him some time to get over his own ex-gf before you try anything!

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Yeah, it kinda was his fault I caught feelings in the first place, you’re right. I wouldn’t say he was a dick, he just missed me I guess and his sadness turned into anger the longer I was away and it just all exploded. Even so, we’re back together and on good terms, and I still love him. I don’t think I could break up with him without a valid reason to do so?

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ReindeerBuddy27 • 3d ago

I get that you don’t want to lose him, but if you’re not fully invested in the relationship with him and want to explore the possibility of having something with C, I think breaking up with your bf would be the fairest thing to do.

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Hmm… maybe you’re right. I need some time to think about it. Thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it! ♥︎

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Pedr0Pascal14 • 4d ago

Would you maybe be able to ask your bf about opening your relationship? Allowing you to pursue things with C to see where they lead while also keeping your bf?

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Throwaway27936 • 4d ago

Definitely not. He’s all about monogamy, and I am too. If I suddenly asked about opening the relationship he’d be even more suspicious of me and my reasons for asking.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

Could you reduce the amount of time spent at work maybe? Like going part time so you’re only away for six months out of the year?

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Throwaway27936 • 3d ago

Sadly it’s not possible. My job is kinda all or nothing. If I asked about reducing my hours they’d laugh in my face and fire me. There’s plenty of people who would die for a chance to fill my role so I wouldn’t be missed.

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Demeter779 • 3d ago

That sucks. I would say tho, without being mean, it seems like your job is your number one priority and not your bf. While there’s nothing wrong with that, I think that’s where the problem lies. Especially if before you took the job he was always your number one! It’s probably been hard for him to adjust! I hate to say it, but I don’t think you two are meant to be and these problems are only gonna get worse this year with you being away. This situation really sucks for you OP, I’m sorry.

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UPDATE: My (25F) boyfriend (27M) thinks I have a thing for one of my coworkers (25M). The worst thing about it is… I do.

Okay, ya got me.

Considering my life has already been put under extreme scrutiny from random strangers on the internet to literal news publications, I figured it couldn’t get any worse than it already has and so I’d post an update here.

I wanna start out by saying I am stupid. I made my post thinking I was fully anonymous, the account was a throwaway with no real ties to my irl identity and I tried as hard as I could to conceal the true nature of my work, but you F1 girlies are far too intelligent and I realise that now.

In hindsight I shouldn’t have deleted those comments, because it did just make me look more suspicious. If I’d have left them, maybe even replied to them and said ‘yes I work in F1 but can we please keep it on the dl as I don’t want anyone finding out who I am’ then right now I wouldn’t be sat in my childhood bedroom crying with a cat on my knee typing out this post.

I also wanna say that I hold no grudges with Twitter user LionVerstappen_ I mean, they’re far too clever for their own good, and they terrify me, but I don’t hate them, and all the hate that they’re getting is unjustified and wrong. It was my fault for posting on the internet thinking I’d be safe. That’s on me, not them, so please do leave them alone.

Since that post was made, a lot has changed. Obviously I had already returned to work, I was in the factory at Maranello working on some technical shit I won’t bore you with and getting ready for the livery reveal on the 14th and fine tuning for next season.

I had seen LionVerstappen_ and Hon3ybadg3r’s comments and deleted them as soon as I did. I didn’t fancy answering them, and thought ‘shit, this is getting a little dicey’ and disabled commenting on my post. I thought that would be the end of that, I had some good advice given before that, and I would mull it over before I next saw my boyfriend.

Suddenly, my phone just started fucking blowing up. I had a bunch of random people request to follow me on Instagram, and when I say a bunch, I mean a fuck load. Like 20k follow requests in the space of a few hours. Immediately I was like ‘what the fuck?’ Assuming I’d been hacked or something. I had like 200 followers before that, and I knew all of them in some capacity, and I hadn’t just become some internet celebrity (not on purpose at least) so what was going on?

That’s when I got a message from my friend back home. She’s an F1 fan and is pretty active on F1twt which is how she saw the posts. She sent me a link to the original tweet from LionVerstappen_ as well as to DeuxMoi’s Instagram stories. I was shocked, I really didn’t know how to react.

I couldn’t believe that my silly little Reddit post had actually been figured out, especially after I’d deleted those comments, I thought it was the end. I debated taking down the Reddit post, but really, what was that gonna do? There were already screenshots all over Twitter so it wouldn’t make a difference.

This all happened during my lunch break, and after lunch, I was called into my boss’ office. It seems the Ferrari PR department had also seen the tweets and the speculation, and they wanted to talk to me about it.

I burst into tears. My personal life was all over the internet, my boyfriend had probably seen it all and knew how I felt and that I’d been lying to him about my feelings. I knew it was only a matter of time before he called me and ended things with me again.

Thankfully, the PR team were nice to me. They said they’d handle it, and most importantly, that my job was safe. It was nothing to do with my capabilities as an engineer, after all, so I suppose it made sense. What they did do, however, is give me the week off to sort my life out.

I left the factory sniffling like a baby, packed my shit and got on a plane home. I called my parents to pick me up from the airport, and asked them to take my stuff back to their place but to drop me at the apartment my bf and I shared.

When I entered the flat I had to brace myself. I knew it wasn’t gonna be pretty. My bf was sat on the sofa, surrounded by packed bags and boxes again. Deja vu anyone?

He didn’t yell, or threaten me, or call me names like I thought he would. No, he stood up, and hugged me. And I started crying like a baby. Full on body shaking sobs.

I told him I was sorry, that I loved him, but I understood. He said it was okay.

We sat down together surrounded by the boxes of my things, he made me a coffee, and we talked. It was refreshing to talk to him considering last time he forced me out of the house without a word.

I told him everything, from start to finish. About how neglected and sad I felt after the summer break, how his ghosting was what led me to Charles, how I still really loved him but just didn’t know what I wanted, and how scary it was to have my private life all over the internet like that.

He was sympathetic, but ultimately he said that we just didn’t work together. He wished me luck, I took the cats, got in a taxi, and went home.

Funnily enough, I wasn’t really upset about the whole relationship ending. Mainly because I was just so relieved my ex was handling the whole situation so well. I’ll miss him terribly, he was more than just my boyfriend but he was my best friend too (I am aware of how cliche that sounds).

We had bonded over F1 all those years ago. I was cheering for Sebastian Vettel and he was cheering for Lewis Hamilton while watching a race in a sports bar. We ended up having an argument over who’s driver was better which after a few drinks evolved into us making out in the smoking area. That night I’d told him my dream, to be an engineer, to work for Ferrari. He believed in me, and it’s due to his belief that I managed to get my job. It’s a shame that achieving my dream was the thing that eventually tore us apart.

But anyway, now I’m at home. My parents are out collecting all my things from my ex’s flat right now, and I’ve finally calmed down enough to start typing this out. Mainly because Nemo has decided to curl up in my lap and have a big nap.

Consider my overdue cat tax paid:

When I settled in my room, Charles called me. I nearly didn’t answer it, but I did.

For the sake of his privacy, I’m not going to tell you all of what was said. But I can say that he doesn’t hate me, and if anything, he feels so bad for the situation I ended up in.

I suppose he knows what it’s like to have all that speculation around your personal life 24/7 and can empathise more than most of the people in my life.

I will also say, that we are just friends! That’s all. This isn’t a hallmark movie. He hasn’t hopped on his private jet, flown all the way to my home in bumblefuck nowhere to declare his love for me, and we all live happily ever after.

Real life is a lot more complicated than that. And a lot shittier and a lot more depressing.

I’m going back to Maranello tomorrow morning. I know they gave me the week off, but I’m going to spend some time in the area, maybe even look at getting a proper rental and moving out there full time. I have nothing really to tie me to my home anymore, not really (and yes I will bring the cats with me and pay a cat sitter!)

So yeah, this is my update. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m fine now, I think! Moving onwards and upwards. One day this will be a funny story I’ll look back on. It isn’t funny now, but it will be.

I do ask, however, that everyone reading this post thinks before they post. I’m a real person, and thanks to all this drama my life is fucked up and I’m now Googling how to emigrate to Italy.

Before you press that button, just consider how it will affect that person, and if it’s really worth it. Sometimes it is, I’ll grant you. But we’re all real people. Those of us in the factories, the TPs, the drivers, everyone. And we have a right to respect and privacy just as any ordinary person does. Think before you post.

I’m signing off now. It’s been a wild ride. Comments will be off, no doubt you’ll be making comments and dissecting my every word on Twitter anyways but at least I don’t have to see em.

I likely won’t update this again.

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March 5th 2023

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite acclimate yourself to the dry heat of Bahrain. Your hair clung to your neck with sweat, and your team polo was already sodden and damp.

You weren’t quite sure if it was just the heat, or the nerves getting to you as the cars begun their formation lap. You fidgeted with the pen in your hand, your eyes firmly transfixed on the screen in front of you as you catch a glimpse of red zooming down the straight.

Lucky for you, things had died down. As the season began, people had the racing to focus on, and your silly little Reddit post had been almost forgotten. You were able to blend into the background, just as you had done that previous year. You were just another engineer hidden amongst a sea of red shirts, and it was nice.

You knew, however, that this peace would be short lived. It was only a matter of time before you were all over social media again, not as the mystery Reddit user anymore, but as Charles Leclerc’s new girlfriend.

You didn’t lie in your post, the two of you hadn’t gotten together on that fateful day. You were just friends. That was until February 14th.

The day of the car reveal, which also happened to coincide with Valentine’s Day. You didn’t mind, of course, after all, you had no plans. You were quite happy to have something else going on to distract you from your tragic love life.

Charles, however, had made plans. After the reveal you went back to his hotel room, where he had organised a fancy dinner with candles and roses. He asked you out then and there, away from the prying eyes of fans or paparazzi.

To you, it was the most romantic gesture anyone could ever make. It was clear he had thought of you, keeping the moment as private as possible to protect you.

He, of course, knew how you felt about him. He didn’t have to worry, he knew you’d say yes. And you did.

You spent the evening drinking wine, chatting, just as you had always done. But one thing was different - after dessert he kissed you.

The kiss was sweet, and it wasn’t just because of the tiramisu he had eaten.

He didn’t want to rush you, he knew that you were still healing from your trauma. But you weren’t so coy.

February 14th marked the first time you had kissed Charles Leclerc, but it also marked the first time the two of you made love.

Since that day, the two of you had kept your relationship a secret. You cooked for one another, or ordered takeout, watched movies, cuddled with the cats, and just enjoyed each other’s company.

It was exactly what you had wanted. A nice, private relationship with the man you had fallen so deeply in love with.

But there was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that it was all about to change. If he won this race, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stop the urge to throw yourself into his arms, to kiss him all over, to tell him just how proud you are.

A race winner always deserves a kiss, right?

You chew on your nail as the final cars pull into position, ready for lights out.

Charles had taken pole position that previous day, but you had managed to save your celebrations for later, sneaking over to his hotel room when no one was around and promptly sneaking out early this morning to avoid suspicion.

Lights out - Charles’ reactions are lightning. He manages to keep away from the rest of the grid, allowing the cars behind him to battle for P2.

The Ferrari garage is hopeful, but they know better than to cheer before the race is won. Too many bittersweet moments from the previous season haunted each and every one of them.

All was well, Charles was set for the first win of the season, until a collision at the back of the pack meant that the safety car reared its ugly head.

Max was getting closer and closer to the back of Charles’ car. They weaved behind the safety car, getting ready, preparing for the moment that it would leave the track.

As the car enters the pit lane, the power was in Charles’ hands. He needed to make a good move, surprise Max, get him on the back foot and out of sight.

There were only two laps left. Two laps to victory. Max just had to stay back, and Charles had to race like he’d never raced before.

You chew on your nails anxiously as Charles takes each and every corner, hitting the apex with precision. All that time in the simulator was definitely paying off.

They cross the line for the final lap, Charles was a car’s length ahead, but Max too was pushing hard. He wanted that first win just as much as Charles did. But you told yourself mentally that he wasn’t going to get it. This was Charles’ race, and he was going to stand on that top step of the podium.

The seconds felt like hours. You make eye contact with Vasseur across the garage and he gives you a small smile. A reassuring one, and you smile back. It probably looked more like a grimace but it was the best you could muster.

The final corner passes with ease, and it looks like Charles has hung onto his win. Max is practically driving alongside him as they cross the finish line. No one cheers.

It’s a waiting game, waiting for the photo to see who had crossed the line first.

You bury your head in your hands, unable to think, talk, move or see until the entire garage erupts into cheers.

He had done it! Charles had won the race!

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you finally look up. You were sobbing, you couldn’t help it. He’d won.

You give every mechanic you see a pat on the back as you walk over to Vasseur. He was smiling brightly at you. He had so much faith in Charles, he loved him like a son.

He embraces you tightly as you cry onto his shoulder, and he whispers ever so quietly “go see him. See your love.”

You didn’t even care to ask how he was able to see right through the two of you. You just pulled away and nodded as you run out of the garage towards parc ferme alongside a sea of red suits and shirts.

You push your way to the front, definitely sure that your tear stained face would be onscreen for the world to see, but you didn’t care. The world had seen worse of you, after all.

When Charles takes off his helmet, your heart skips a beat. He was beautiful, every day he was beautiful. Even when he was still sweaty and breathing heavy from the adrenaline of the race, his face marked with balaclava lines.

He makes a beeline for you, pulling you in for a hug the way friends would hug one another.

“Kiss me.” You say.

“Are you sure, mon amour?” He whispers, and you nod.

Charles captures your lips in a kiss reminiscent of your very first just a few days ago. The cameras were definitely on you, but you didn’t care.

No doubt social media would be going crazy over the whole thing, but it was nothing new to you. At least this time you weren’t just in love with your coworker, but he was in love with you too.

Whatever the internet may have to throw at you, this time, you didn’t have to handle it alone.

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[kookieswan]

First Love

TattooArtist!Yoongi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 6.6k

Genre: TattooArtist!AU, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Smut ✨

Warnings: NSFW/18+ content! (blowjob, pussy eating, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, very slight edging, dirty talk)

Summary - After creeping on his insta feed comprised only of his art, you decided that Suga is the tattoo artist for you. It’s your first time getting any work done, so it’s only natural that you’re nervous, right? Imagine how much worse it gets when you see just how attractive he is in person.

Notes: I don’t know how to make banners/headers please forgive me. I hope everyone enjoys!

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You come to slowly, blinking blearily eyes open after not getting much sleep. A groan leaves your lips, and you flop over on your bed, not ready for today to be real. Staying up all night wasn’t the best thing to do in retrospect.

Today’s the day you’re getting a tattoo, or to be exact, your first tattoo. You could already feel your nerves burning up, but you try to push them back as you roll out of bed to grab your phone. Opening up insta, you go to check over the conversation you had last week with your tattoo artist, Suga. 

You had come across his page while scrolling through the tattoo tag on Instagram, being completely blown away by his work. You’d been searching for the right artist for a while to do your piece for you. He didn’t have a single picture of himself, as it seemed to be his “work Instagram” but his art really spoke for itself. 

You wanted a floral piece with really delicate linework but also beautiful shading and maybe even a splash of color. Thinking Suga would be perfect for the piece after perusing his work, you messaged him without really thinking about it to try and set up an appointment. His bio said DMs were open for appointments, so you thought hey, there’s nothing to lose here unless he’s a giant asshole.

Suga got back to you the next day, confirming with you that he’d like to do your piece. Over the next week or so, you talked back and forth with the mysterious man about what you wanted and all the inner works of it before deciding on a date to do it. Suga had sent you a stencil of what he had mocked up, and you were absolutely head over heels in love with it the first time you saw it. 

Sighing, you figure it would be best for both parties if you smelled like daises and roses during the session. Not that you usually smelled bad, but no one can never be too prepared for close contact. You roll out of bed and get into the shower, letting the hot water run down your back. 

Washing off quickly, you get out of the tub and swiftly run through your routine to get ready. Picking up one of your most expensive and best smelling bottles of perfume, you stare at it before deciding ‘fuck it’ and douse yourself in it. It’s technically a special occasion so why not?

Sauntering out of the bathroom, you open up your closet and pick a cute outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. Suga had mentioned that it would be a good idea to dress comfortably as your piece would likely take a few hours to get done. Adding a few accessories into the mix, you glance into the mirror before nodding before heading out of the room. 

You slink into the kitchen to eat a quick meal, also heeding your tattoo artists warning about making sure to be fed and well hydrated. You can only imagine how embarrassing it would be to faint or something in front of Suga and all the other artists. After talking to him for the past week, you don’t think he would be mean about it, but its still precious time taken away from the both of you.

Putting the dishes in the sink, you stop by your couch quickly ro pick up your purse, making sure all your cash is still there. Peeking at the clock, it reads 1:50 so you have to get going. Pulling a deep breath in and letting it out, you walk out your front entrance and make your way to the car. You;ll probably just listen to the radio to try and calm down on the way there.

You park, resting your forehead against the wheel and pulling the keys out of the ignition. Glancing toward the clock on the dash, you see the light blinking back 2:10. Pondering briefly if there were anyway to get a tattoo without needles involved, you decide just to suck it up and get out of the car. 

The building itself looks modern with the words “First Love” scrawled across the front. You wander into the shop, peeking around as you walk over to the front desk slowly. There’s a man standing there, relatively muscles but with a friendly boyish face. He smiles at you, his front teeth jutting out a tad and you feel yourself calm slightly. 

“Um, hi I’m Y/N. I have appointment with Suga for 2:30.” The man nods and introduces himself as Jungkook before telling you to take a seat in the waiting area. You’re a little early, so you know you’ll have time to look around. Jungkook gets up and heads to the back while you drift towards the front again. There are a few binders filled with the artists work sitting on the coffee table in the waiting area, and you grab it to peek through as you wait. 

It’s filled with such beautiful work from all the artists, but of course Suga’s work is the most striking to you. His pieces are all so delicate yet detailed, making great use of the grayscale color pallet with subtle splashes of color here and there, exactly what you’re looking for. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll do amazing work for you. 

The door opens again, and you see Jungkook make his way out, opting to come over to you instead of the reception desk. He plops down on the couch opposite to you, grin on his face. Raising an eyebrow, you give him all of your attention.

“He’s real excited to work on your piece, you know? Keeps going on about a delicate little tat for a pretty client.” You blink owlishly, shocked to hear the words. You suppose Suga could have checked you out on insta, it was your persona account, and it wasn’t set to private. Choosing to ignore that part specifically, you acknowledge the rest.

“I’m glad he’s excited to do my tattoo for me. He’s so talented, I couldn’t ask for anything more for my first tattoo…” Jungkook nods, observing you quietly before standing up. He walks over and to the water dispenser against the wall, fills a cup up, and brings it to you. You grab it while he pats your shoulder once, a show of reassurance.

“I can tell you’re nervous. There’s really nothing to worry about. Suga will be nice and gentle with you, especially because it’s your first time.” The inuendo is clear, and you scoff while he laughs, making his way back to his desk. You try and settle back into your spot, praying that your nerves won’t eat you alive.

Before long, there’s some rummaging around from the back before light footsteps start to approach. You sit up, placing the art book back onto the table as you glance to the door. It opens slowly before a slim man slips through before looking outward.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you glance over him. He looks around until his catlike eyes land on you and his lips curve upwards slightly. His face is round and defined, with high cheekbones and pretty pink lips. There’s a bar going through his eyebrow, a little ball below his lip, and a ring looped though his nose. 

You feel your jaw drop slightly as you run our eyes down his body to see all the beautiful artwork on him. His arms are covered in intricate tattoos that you can see leading into his chest through his thin white tank. Tattoos are also peeking around his neck and oh my god he’s so hot. He’s so good looking. You had imagined what he would look like a few times but never came up with something as stunning as he actually is.  

You stand and start to shuffle over to him, trying your best to control all the unladylike thoughts you’re having. He moves in closer as well and holds out his hand as he says your name. It’s so big, and veiny and pretty and holy shit the sound you just let out was so ugly. Giving it a little shake, you quickly pull your hand back and look down, confirming that it’s you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you! I’m super excited to work in your piece.” You nod a little, avoiding his gaze as your face heats up. It was just your luck that the man you’d be spending the next few hours with would be a god-like human. This day honestly couldn’t get any better (or worse?). He turns and tells you to follow him, making his way toward the back.

There’s a snort to your right and you whip your head to look over. Jungkook’s looking back at you, small smirk on his face. He glances quickly at Suga’s retreating back, then at you before raising his eyebrows slowly. Shaking your head a little, you mouth at him to be quiet and make haste to meet up with Suga. A laugh echoes behind you.

Suga opens up the door and leads you to his area and it looks pretty much like you thought it would. There’s a decent amount of different artwork hanging on the walls with a few other personal items. He instructs you come with him the side of the room before he wanders over to a desk. 

Taking out the stencil, he shows it to you one last time, and you’re reminded again why you wanted him to do your tattoo. The design is so pretty and your grin so big at it, your hand coming up to graze at it slowly before confirming that you love it. 

“This is your first tattoo, right?” He leans forward a little to look down at you as you nod again. He feels you to follow him to the rest in the middle of the room before asking if you’re worried about anything in particular. 

“I’m a big girl, I can handle a needle stabbing me like a billion times a second.” Suga’s mouth twitches up slightly but he’s schools himself, not wanting to look like he’s laughing at you. His big yummy hand comes up and pats at the tattoo chair and you sit down with a little huff. 

“It’s completely understandable that you’re nervous. I promise you that nothing bad will happen…. Well, you could pass out, but you probably won’t since you’re a big girl huh?” You give him a wide-eyed look and feel your face flush as he chuckles before patting your knee comfortingly. He wheels himself over to a large table and grabs the stencil of your piece and you immediately grow excited. 

The silver haired man gives you a little grin before wheeling himself back over and grabbing your arm, laying the stencil carefully down on your skin. It fits perfectly on the underside of your arm, spanning nearly from elbow to wrist. 

“Looks like we have a perfect fit! We can get started without any hassle now.” He makes sure he has all the ink he needs, mostly black as that what your piece will be made up of mostly. You spot some soft pinks and greens and smile while thinking shout the final product. 

He dips in before bringing the tattoo fun to your arm, glancing at you and smiling again before going in to start lining. You clench your jaw, surprised a little by the feeling. It doesn’t hurt necessarily, but it certainly isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. Suga doesn’t even glance up before he starts talking to you. 

“It’ll help you keep your mind of it if your mind is busy. Talk to me, tell me something about yourself.” Blanking out, you try to think about something to tell him that’s not totally boring or embarrassing. You could tell him about falling up the stairs last week, or maybe about that one-time Namjoon accidentally put salt in your coffee and you spit it on him? It was a funny story…

“Ummmm… I like boba tea! It’s so good, like it’s tea but it’s cold tea and I like cold tea? And it’s got so many different flavors! My favorite is the very berry variety they have with green tea. It comes with real fruit inside of it, like a huge slice of orange, and I always get strawberry boba… I haven’t gotten to go in a long time though…” You trail off, looking over at Yoongi to see him smiling slightly while he concentrates on your arm. He looks up when you continue to be quiet, raising a brow before smiling a bit brighter, trying to encourage you. 

“Keep going, I like hearing about you.” You giggle at this, surprised the beautiful man cares enough to listen. You suppose it’s pretty normal considering he’s with his clients for extended periods of time daily, he probably knows a lot of them pretty well. Thinking for a bit, you find another subject but one of distaste this time. 

“Oh man, I have this chair! It’s so old, I’ve had it since I moved into my current apartment two years ago. I swear every time I sit in it my back breaks. I went to get a new one but then I’m like, I already have one even though it sucks ass?” Suga laughs at this, bright chuckles leaving his lips as he continues to line.  

“Get a new one. If you take any advice from me today other than about how to heal up your tat, it’s get a new chair. Your back will thank you in the end.” Agreeing wholeheartedly with his thinking, you decided after your appointment you’ll look online for something new. You ask him what color you should get, huge grin on your face. 

“Pink, you seem to like it a lot based off of what you post. Also yes, I’m admitting right now I creeped on your pictures.” A nervous giggle leaves your lips, and you glance away, focusing on anything other than him. That confirms that he has at least glanced through your insta, so maybe Jungkook wasn’t lying. It gets quiet after that, Yoongi concentrating on your piece before you have a sudden thought.

“What’s your actual name…? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I’m realizing now you use Suga for a reason probably.” He shakes his head a little, finishing a few line strokes before a tiny laugh leaves his lips.

“I do use it for a reason… but you can call me Yoongi if you want beautiful.” Ignoring his compliment for the sake of your health, you focus on his name. Yoongi. It’s super fitting for him you think as you glace over his face again. You allow it to fall silent completely now, watching him work.

It’s not an awkward silence, but surprisingly comfortable. Watching the beautiful man work is almost cathartic to you, watching the tattoo gun form new permanent lines on your skin. Yoongi glances up after a while, checking in to make sure you’re doing alright. 

“You’ve been quiet… not feeling sick or lightheaded pretty girl?” If you weren’t before you are now. It’s probably not good to have so much blood rushing into your face so quickly. You shake your head and mumble that you’re good, giving a toothy smile to him. You get a gummy one in return before he goes back to work. You decide not too look at what he’s doing for the rest of the time, wanting it to be a full on surprise when he’s done.

“Alright, we’re done!” Yoongi pulls away, staring down at your arm while nodding his head, as if he’s having an inner monologue with himself. You grin at him, giving a few deep breaths before glancing down at your arm.

“Yoongi…. It’s absolutely stunning.” You feel your eyes getting wet, tearing up from the amazing work. Yoongi’s own eyes widen before he walks over to one of the desks to grab a tissue. Giving a small smile, he hands it to you gently.

“I’m glad you like it. It really suits you.” You can only agree, gazing at the beautiful flowers and linework put into the tattoo. It’s more than clear that Yoongi took his time with it, every stroke made with care. Meandering around, he grabs a few things, you’re not really sure what, and he starts to clean and wrap up your arm. You unabashedly share at him for the duration, watching both his pretty face and long fingers. 

Yoongi slowly finishes covering your tattoo, instructing you again on how to take care of it. No direct sunlight, gently cleaning it, all that good stuff. You know you should probably leave now, but neither of you are making a move. It’s quiet then, and you both kind of just stare at each other awkwardly before he coughs. 

“I uh… do you wanna go out sometime?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You gape at him, looking like a surprised fish, and he lets out a little snort. For the millionth time you blush, but hastily nod your head.

“I would love to! Yes… please.” His usual easygoing smile sinks into a smirk, looking more than happy with your response. Something about him just makes you feel so lighthearted and happy, he’s so nice and sweet and there’s no way you’d pass up the chance. Plus, he’s a god among men with his good looks.

“How’s next Friday for you, I know it’s a little far off, but I’m pretty much booked up the rest of the week.” You tell him Friday is perfect as you have the day off completely. You go over details as you walk up front, Yoongi ringing you up for the piece as Jungkook watches with a raised eyebrow, shoved to the side.

Confirming all the details, Yoongi gives you a little wink before turning around and leaving the front. You honestly can’t believe your luck, getting such a beautiful tattoo and also the man that gave it to you. Talk about two birds with one stone. A little whistle to your right gets your attention and you glace at Jungkook, huge ass grin on his face.

“I told you so.”

———————————————————————

WEDNESDAY

Suga – Are you taking care of you tattoo properly?

Pretty Girl – Why yes. Is this just an excuse for you to text me?

Suga – … No.

SATURDAY

Pretty Girl – What are your thoughts on mango juice?

Suga – Mango juice?

Pretty Girl – Yes. It’s a liquid. You drink it.

Suga – Thanks for that, never would have guessed.

TUESDAY

Suga – What are your thoughts on skincare?

Pretty Girl – It’s important?

Suga – So if I were to be wearing a sheet mask that makes me look like an alien that would be insanely hot and sexy?

Pretty Girl – LMAO. Idk, let me see and I’ll decide.

THURSDAY

Pretty Girl – If I were to ask you to go to a cheese factory for our date would you comply?

Suga – You get weirder by the day I swear… Yes. I would comply your highness.

Pretty Girl – Cool otherwise you’d be on some thin ass ice.

FRIDAY

You and Yoongi talking to each other off and on through texts since your appointment had kept you going. He’s so witty and sarcastic, but you’ve loved every moment of it so far. There’s a certain charm to the man, one that’s keeping your completely hooked.

You were slightly surprised that he texted you so soon, but it’s certainly didn’t hurt your feelings. It’s not like you had much to do anyway, sitting on the couch and watching Netflix for the rest of the day after. Most of the nerves you had worked up about talking to him had disappeared relatively quickly… or so you had thought.  

There’s a rapt 3 knocks in your door and you grow nervous almost instantly. You and Yoongi got on well, so there was no issue there really, but seeing him in person is a whole other thing. What worried you is how awkward you could potentially end up being on the date. Yoongi himself seems a little awkward, so maybe you can be awkward together?

Opening the door, you’re stunned into silence with how good the tattoo artist looks. It’s a casual fit, jeans, and a t-shirt with some boots, but for some reason it blows you away. Probably because all of his tattoos are out again resting beautifully against pale skin, small gummy smile on his face as he regards you.

“Hey pretty. Ready to go?” Yoongi holds out his hand to you and you take it shyly, following him out before closing the door and locking it. He’s being relatively forward, but you’re enjoying it since you’re usually fairly reserved when it comes to dating. It’s been a while since you’ve been out with someone anyway, so it’s kind of refreshing.

You pull up in front of a building that you’ve never seen before, being on a different part of tow that you usually don’t go to. It’s pretty close to where Yoongi’s shop is, so it makes sense he’d want to show you around the area. The storefront looks really bright, pretty pastel colors standing out against the building. The sign reads “Boba Palace”, and you grow excited instantly. Turning to Yoongi, you tug on his arm a little bit.

“Boba? You didn’t mention you like it too. God it’s been so long…” He just smiles at you, both of you leaving the car and him leading you towards the entrance of the building before opening the door, whispering “ladies first.” Walking in ahead of him, you’re surprised to see all the options. The place you usually go to is across town, so it’ll be nice to try something new. Yoongi comes up to your side, standing besides you while looking at the menu thoughtfully.

“Get anything you want, I’m paying.” You agree to let him do so as long as you can catch the bill next time. Looking over the menu closer, you’re at a bit of a loss on what to get. Poking Yoongi’s arm to get his attention, he leans down a little as you tilt in. You let him know that he can pick, giving him a little smile as you tilt your head to the side. He nods before starting to order for the both of you.

“Hi, I’ll have two orders of green milk tea with coconut and mango flavoring, along with strawberry boba.” He glances over you and your nod, thinking that it sounds super good. Pulling out his wallet, he plucks out a few bills before handing them to the worker. You take the time to glance him over again, looking closer at the snake wrapped around his arm, and you’re curious who he got it from because it’s so beautifully detailed. His eyes cut back to you and his lips quirk up.

Your names are called soon after for the drinks, and Yoongi grabs them before handing yours to you. You try it and are immediately impressed, it’s absolutely delightful. You tell Yoongi so and he nods his head, another thoughtful expression coming to his face.

“I thought you’d like something almost as sweet as you.” He ends it off with another wink, laughing as you turn away shyly at his remark. His new favorite pass time seems to be teasing you, but you can’t say you mind. Having his attention and getting to know him more and more is invigorating.

“I was thinking we could either sit here or maybe go walking by the river?” You snap out of your thoughts and tell him that going for a walk sounds amazing. You trek out of the store, making your way to the walking path behind the little shop. It’s super lovely looking already, surrounded by trees with the river able to be seen when peeking through.

You walk together, talking about the week ahead as you sip on your drinks. You’re still not sure if it was just a hunch on his end that you like strawberry boba, but he seems to be super perceptive, nonetheless.  It’s hot but breezy out, the wind causing the trees around you to dance. When you finish the yummy tea, you make note of a trash can not too far ahead. You decide it might be fun to challenge Yoongi to a little competition then. 

“You know how I told you I want another tattoo? If I make this shot, you have to design it for me!” He agrees instantly and you giggle at his eagerness. He’d mentioned in passing that he’d love to do more work for you, so you know it’s not a big deal to him. Standing somewhat far from the trash can, you like up the shot to the best of your ability. Tossing it hard, you frown and cry out as the wind picks up and leads the cup astray. Yoongi blinks a few times before waking over, picking it up, and throwing it in. 

“Wow, what a good shot. I’ll get started as soon as I can.” With that he turns and starts walking away, leaving you dumbfounded before a smile tufts onto your face. You call out to him, running up and grabbing his hand in yours before continuing to walk. He has such a strong presence, his charm just doesn’t seem to fade. He’s not really a god in your eyes anymore, just a man that you have a huge crush on. 

“I don’t know if it’s weird to say, but I’ve missed seeing you in person.” He squeezes your hand lightly, swinging it back and forth between you. He stops walking and you follow suit, turning to look at him, curious of his response. 

“It’s not weird. I look forward to hearing from you, even if it’s to make fun of me for the odd colored face masks I use for my skincare.” You burst out laughing, remembering the vivid conversation you had with him a while back. Yoongi seems to take his skincare very seriously, and that includes wearing tin foil like sheetmasks.

“Seriously though. This might sound cheesy but when I first saw you in person I thought you were beautiful. This date is only confirming that you’re not only stunning but have a great personality.” He’s leaning against the railing overlooking the water now and you do the same, eyes shifting to his face as he gazes out towards the water. The waters reflecting the setting sun back into his pupils, small golden crescents flitting across his gaze. 

“It’s not cheesy… You’re really something special Yoongi. I’m already looking forward to our next date. And the next. And the next…” The gummy smile is back then, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder and pull you in. He’s unbelievably warm, not just his body but his general presence. You’re not surprised how comfortable you feel around him, the awkwardness has all melted away. You’ve been on dates before yeah, but no one’s made you feel like this so quickly.

“Already thinking about the next date huh sweetheart? Well, I’m yours whenever you want me.” Instead of flustering you for once, his words make you feel so happy. You decide then that your connection with Yoongi is undeniable and you’re ready to explore it further. You want to know him, his dreams and intricacies. You touch his cheek, turning his head to have him meet your eyes, something glinting in his. 

“I’m irresistible, aren’t I?” Rolling your eyes a little, you’re taken aback when he swoops down, lips lingering against yours for permission before you surge in fully. It’s a quick kiss, but it says a lot, Yoongi cupping your face and tilting in for further access. He pulls back slowly while watching your face, thumb dragging across your lower lip lazily. 

“Not nearly as irresistible as you though.” 

——————————————————————

 TIME SKIP – 8 WEEKS LATER

“Knock knock!” You call out as you enter the tattoo shop, Jungkook looking unimpressed as you make your way to the front. You lean against the counter, big grin on your face as you regard him. He puts his phone down and sighs, tilting forward in his chair slightly.

“Can I help you? We don’t usually allow loiterers.” A mock gasp escapes your lips, and you bring a hand down to lightly slap at his. A chuckle leaves his thin lips before he stands up, collecting some of his things before pinning you with a sly look.

“Yoongi should be in the back somewhere. He said he’d lock up after you go here, so I’m heading out. You two have a good night, just try not to fuck on any of my shit.” He swoops towards the front door, not letting you get a word in before he leaves. You hadn’t come with the intention of fucking your boyfriend… but hey anything can happen right?

Shaking your head a bit, you open the door to the back area and wander through, making your way over to Yoongi’s area. You spot him pretty quickly, sitting at his desk and sketching something out in one of his many journals. He hears you approaching, tuning slightly in his chair before catching sight of you, eyes lighting up.

“Hey baby, didn’t realize it was so late already…” He trails off, looking at the clock on the wall. It reads 7:56, signaling that First Love should be closing in about 4 minutes. Yoongi stands from his spot, coming over to give you a small peck on the forehead before walking past.

“I have to go lock the doors real quick. Make yourself at home!” You do just that, sitting down in his chair and swiveling around in it a few times. You notice that he’s left his notebook open and curiosity wins, so you glance over at it and feel absolutely awed. It’s another flower piece, a lot bigger in scale from the last, and you have no doubt in your mind it’s what he’s been working on for you. You trace your gingers over some of the more intricate Ares, blown away with its beauty.

“You like it?” Turning around in the chair, Yoongi’s standing at the entrance to his office, leaning against the doorframe with a gentle look on his face. Nodding a little, you can’t help but to feel your eyes get wet. It’s obvious he put a lot of work into this for you, and it blows your mind how much you actually like him. How much you enjoy being with him. How much you’re starting to trust him. It’s a scary thought, never having cared for someone in such a way… but it’s true.

“Ah come on baby, there’s no need to get teary eyed. I know you said you wanted another tattoo from me, so I just wanted to make something that would do you justice.” Standing from the chair, you rush over to him to give him the biggest hug you can muster. Resting your cheek against his chest, you mumble out your reply.

“Anything you make for me will be beautiful, of that I have no doubt…” Pausing a little, you glance up at his face to get a good look at him. He looks absolutely gorgeous, silver hair slicked back with a little kohl smudged around his eyes. You can’t really help the carnal need that takes over your mind.

You lean in, catching his lips in a kiss and he immediately responds, a tiny sound of surprise leaving his lips before he brings his hands up to your waist. He deepens it almost immediately, pulling you closer to him until the front of your body is flush to his. His hand comes up, trailing up your side and then gripping at the base of your neck, his tongue poking against your lip until your properly open up for him. Making it is nice, but you want to feel more of him, want to feel his body against yours fully.

“Can I suck your dick?” Yoongi lets out a surprised grunt, whipping his head up from your neck to look at you. He blinks a few times before standing at full height, looking down at you. You blink at him coyly, fluttering your eyelashes at him. He turns to his desk, moving a few things out of the way before regarding you again.

“Such a pretty girl wanting to suck me off? How could I say no?” Yoongi pulls his briefs off and you kind of blank out. His dick looks pretty, flushed a pink color, but your eyes widen as you look closer. A pretty piece of jewelry flashes against the head, and your mouth begins to water for some reason. Never have you had a partner with a dick piercing, but boy oh boy is it hot. Time to get more personally acquainted with it.

“It’s so pretty.” Yoongi splutters out a laugh, which turns into a slow groan as you lick at the head. The jewelry feels foreign on your tongue, but not unpleasant overall. Wrapping a hand around him delicately, you continue to leave kitten licks at his dick before doing the same from the base to the tip. You’re unable to resist the urge and take the tip into your mouth, sucking curiously at the head.

“Look at you pretty girl, taking me in your mouth so nicely.” You don’t wait long to take him deeper, his thickness stretching tour mouth out to the max. You knew it was big when you first saw it but trying to take it into your throat would be another challenge all together. Relaxing your jaw to the best of your ability, you slide him further back, humming around him before starting to bob your head back and forth. Keeping up the pace, whatever you can’t reach with your mouth you take on with your hands, jerking him off at the same time. Yoongi grabs your hair lightly, guiding your head back and forth as he lets out grunts and groans that echo off of the walls.

“You gotta stop baby, don’t want to cum yet. Let me taste you.” You halt, peering up at him before letting his dick slowly slide out of your mouth. The idea of him putting his mouth on you makes you clench, the wetness in your panties only rowing as you imagine it further. You stand, and he takes hold of your shoulders before switching places with you, pulling at your pants. You help him, pushing your pants and panties out of the way before sitting your ass on the desk.

“Spread your legs baby, wanna taste you.” You hesitantly spread your legs out, laying back against the desk as you blink at him. He gives a small chuckle, kneeling down between your legs. He taps at your thigh a little and you spread them wider, looking away from him as you feel yourself grow warmer. The silver haired man brings up his hands to your lips, slowly spreading them apart before giving a swift lick. You gasp out but try your best to keep yourself spread.

“Such a good girl. You’re so wet for me.” You preen at the praise, tossing your head back as he buries his head between your legs. His tongue laps at your core hungrily, hands gripping tightly on your thighs. He keeps this up for a while, tongue sliding hotly back and forth, licking hungrily at your wetness. He slides his hand back down to your opening, prodding gently before sinking a single digit in.

“You’re taking me in so well. Sucked me right in…” You clench around him desperately, wanting so badly to feel more of him inside of you. It’s not long before he adds a second finger into the mix, pushing them in and out of you as he continues to lap at you. You thrust your hips up towards his face, feeling your tummy start to clench as your orgasm approaches.

“Yoongi! Ah, Yoongi I’m-!” He pulls back then, huge grin on his face as you stare down at him disbelievingly. Had he really just stopped when you were about to cum? Raising up from his spot, he leans in and pecks you on the lips before removing his shirt. You stare back in awe, always blown away with how intricate and beautiful his tattoos are. The urge to trace them comes over you but you resist.

“Well come on, I can’t be the only one naked. It’s making me shy.” What a smartass. You comply with his request, removing your shirt and then your bra, leaving yourself completely bare for his eyes. He watches like a hawk, licking his lips as he roams his eyes over your naked body. Humming a little, he brings his hands to your tits and rubs his thumbs over them, making you gasp out.

“Ah Yoon, please just fuck me. Wanna feel you so bad.” Grabbing both of your legs, he brings them up over his shoulders tenderly. Grinning down at you, he leaves a small kiss on your ankle before situating you so he’s laying against your wet folds. Yoongi slides his hardness back and forth against your slit, slapping it against your heat a few times before sliding in slowly.

“This alright baby?” You nod, moaning out his name as he bottoms out. He feels so deep inside of you, stretching out your walls deliciously. You knew he was thick but you didn’t realize just how good he would feel inside of you. He thrusts in shallowly a few times, making sure you’re well adjusted, before starting to pick up the pace a bit.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby. Feel so fucking good around me.” Yoongi throws his head back in pleasure, holding you down against the desk as he thrusts deeper into your wetness. It sounds obscene, the squelching every time he drives himself forward in along with both of your moans and groans. You claw at the desk, not quite sure what to do with your hands.

“That feel good pretty? I feel good inside of you, huh?” He’s teasing you at this point, his hips quickly pushing back and forth as he thrusts inside of you. You get the feeling that he’s usually a bit of a tease, but he isn’t pulling any punches right now. His pace is brutal, and your pleasure only heightens as he drops one of your legs to bring his agile fingers down to your most sensitive spot. Your orgasm is just over the horizon now, and his is probably too with how much you teased each other.

“So good Yoon!” The coil in your stomach snaps as you feel your walls spasm tightly around Yoongi. His grunts grow louder and with a final thrust he buries himself inside of you as deeply as he can manage, a warm sensation hitting your sensitive walls. You pant, twitching slightly as you continue to grip at Yoongi’s strong inked arms.

He leans down over you, letting out a breath as he kisses your face. Once on the cheek, the forehead, the nose, and then your mouth. You giggle and return the favor, kissing his nose quickly before booping it. He looks less than impressed but you continue to laugh anyway before looking away, feeling shy suddenly.

“I really care about you a lot Yoongi…” He pulls out then, but continues to look at you in the face, his hands come up, thumbs caressing your cheeks slowly as he looks you fully in the eye. His own eyes are full of affection and warmth, and you know you said the right thing.

“You mean a lot to me too beautiful, more than you might know… Now, lets get cleaned up and relax, hm? You’ve tired me out pretty girl.”

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hey!! Could we please get more sugar daddy fics with a black reader ofc 😋 idk if you've done shoto already but that'd be nice or hawks and deku💕

A/N: “wrist on glitter, waist on thinner, imma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga” 👅💋 I enjoyed this way too much

All characters are 18+

Warnings: it got a lil spicy so imma put the line 

Todoroki Shouto:

this mf has money to burn 

we all know todoroki came out the womb w cash from his hair to his ass 

he’s on some “yes, jeff bezos knows me” type shit so if you’re tryna end up with someone that’s gonna possibly buy you a house, he’s your guy 

he slid into your dms after you posted a pic with your skin moisturized and glistening under golden hour and your body had him wanting to run laps 

he had been plottin on you for a min but never got the motivation to do something about it until then

he’s a no strings attached type of sugar daddy

todoroki is a big name even outside of hero work and he’s well aware of all the people that have tried to use him. so instead of letting that happen, he’s decided to do things on his own terms 

when yall first started talking, he questioned you like this was managerial position at apple 💀 

best believe he ran an in-depth background check and made you sign an NDA 💀💀💀

he was a tough one

but you passed w flying colors and y’all settled on an arrangement

you have a weekly allowance that hits your bank account every saturday with some bonuses that he’ll give you depending on how the week goes

todoroki isnt needy nor is he one to be all up in your business 

it’s actually weird in an endearing kind of way? 

he only wants to have conversations with you 

i mean, dont get me wrong, he’s up for anything you are

todoroki would be a liar if he said he never ended some nights with a picture of you and a hand down his pants 

but that’s not what he’s mainly looking for 

you figure out very quickly that shouto just wants someone to talk to 

he’ll randomly hit up your phone and have a 30 min convo about something like the weather or hero politics, and then he’ll dip

next thing you know, you got $1000 in your cashapp

you kind of panicked bc like...wtf? 

your dumb ass messaged him: “did you mean to send $1000?”

sis, dont put a question mark where God put a period

him: “Yes.”

and that was the end of that

you dont question anymore

he’s not doting in any kind of way, and sometimes you lowkey think he forgets about you, but you still get your allowance 

doesn’t send a lot of gifts unless you explicitly state you want something

he doesnt text back a lot, but he tried to respond when he can

but i do see him liking it when you send him mundane things you do throughout your day, like pics of cookies you baked, or a cool plant you saw at home depot

and he enjoys the times you and him end up just trashing his father for nearly an hour. expect to find flowers, with some expensive ass coats or something at your door the next morning 

he really fucks w your laid back vibe 

sometimes he forgets you guys arent really supposed to be friends 

Takami Kiego (Hawks):

this is not hawks’ first time being a sugar daddy

he’s hot, rich, and one of the most eligible bachelor’s in japan with a life that prevents him from having anything too serious

so, long story short, he’s a veteran at this 

he used to be the type to reach out to instagram baddies but he had a couple bad run-ins and decided to stick with the official sites because it was a lot more secure on both ends 

the funny thing was, you set up your account a long time ago as a joke. though at one point, you did take it seriously, but you came in contact with a lot of super creepy men that sexualized you for your skin and ethnicity. 

you were tired of the “chocolate king/queen” and “amazonian god/dess” comments,so you took a break. you didnt have much activity since

so imagine youre surprise when the #2 hero hit your line talking about some 

“Hey~ I’ll get straight to the point. I think you’re beautiful and I’d like to talk with you about an arrangement” 

you thought this was a fake account, but after he chatting for a little and sending some pictures, you knew he was the real deal 

hawks is your standard tit-for-tat transaction sugar daddy

he’s the type to hit you up at night with a “how ya doing, dove? got any pics for me?”

he’s good about his respect ad won’t do anything out of line

it’s the bare minimum, be he doesnt fetishize you so that’s always nice 

however, he does make you call him daddy, sir, etc. whether it’s through text, call, or when y’all get together for...reasons

ngl his dicc game is fire

he might ghost you for a week or so but he’ll always come back with a nice check to make up for it 

just be careful about catching feelings bc he’s so fucking smooth. he makes you feel like you’ve got his heart, but dont fall for that shit

if you think you can “change him” or fuflfil whatever wattpad romance fantasy lives in your head, he is not your guy. you better get on w your life before you get your heart broken

he’s here to suck, fuck, send pics, do a little phone call here n there, send some money, and go 

if you’re not with all that, you might as well dip 

but if you’re cool with that, rest assured, you’re gonna be living your best mf life with this man in your wallet 

and good news, you might not be his only, but you are his favorite

there’s just something about you that’s got him giving you a few extra thousand than he normally does 

he doesnt take his sugar babies on proper dates bc he’s gotta stay away from media outlets, but he will invite you to his office for a “lunch break”

if you ever surprise him with a cute but sexy hawks cosplay, you won’t have to work for two whole weeks bc you cant walk  

overall, he’s a good sugar daddy. defintely good for your pockets and any other non-romantic desires you want fulfilled

Mirodirya Izuku:  

the way you two met and came to this arrangement was more or less an accident

the life of the number one pro-hero was lonely and stressful 

he’s tried to dip his toes in the water here and there, but it never worked out because not many people could deal with the fact that he’d always put hero work first

he was teetering on the edge of signing up for one of those sugar daddy/baby websites until he met you at some cafe he passed by 

it’s cliche really. you were his server and, honestly? he was hooked on day one 

he watched you intently as you pranced around in your cute uniform. he couldnt stop admiring your brown skin and eyes and how cute your hair was. you spoke with such enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he couldnt help but swoon. and it didn’t hurt that you were very easy on the eyes

he listened to you as you went on a spiel about how college was a fortune and how you stayed up last night for a project bc you had to pick up extra shifts

that’s when he made his decision

by the time the hero is out of the door, you collected the reciept and almost fainted when you realized he left you a $500 tip and his personal number 

“i enjoyed talking to you today and i hope we can continue that...here’s something small to help with your bills. and i hope this isnt too forward but you’re very beautiful. stay safe. deku.”

and what did you do that night?

you called his ass right back

you were nervous as hell bc you still couldnt believe this was real, but after talking on the phone with him for two hours, an arrangement was set

midoriya is the most gentlemen like sugar daddy out there 

you wake up to good morning texts and a few hundred in your bank account almost every two days 

he goes crazy over your insta posts. and if you wear something green? expect a bonus

takes you out shopping unprovoked 

izuku: “are you busy? i saw you were having a rough week and was wondering if you wanted to go to that new outlet mall downtown”

you: 🏃🏾‍♀️💨  

you most certainly had homework due that night but what tf you look like missing out on that offer? 

it’s after so many “dates” that deku realizes that he prefers hanging around you more than he should but he doesnt wanna ruin anything so he keeps that underwraps 

he’s the idiot that goes into this thinking he won’t fall in love

deku defintely has some dirty thoughts about you but he doesnt try to bring it up unless you do first

if you’re comfortable with anything nsfw, you gone see a whole different side to izuku

he’s a giver, giver, giver, but when he recieves, he just about loses it

send him “innocent” pics of yourself matched with a string of filthy texts and he’ll combust 

when you send him pics of yourself in deku-themed lingre, he deadass sends you a whole black card with your name on it as a thank you

you guys get very comfortable with each other very quickly

soon enough, DA’s start turning into y/n stayng over for a week 

you both realize this relatiosnhip runs a lot deeper than an arrangement when he accidentally let it slip that he told his mom about you 

he’s profusely apologizing but you shut him up with a kiss and tell him that you’ve kinda caught feelings yourself 

your next conversation works out well for the both of you 

[holidaywishes]

this is now...

  Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: (Y/N) and Freddie meet up after nearly 6 years of not seeing each other

  Warning: angst, fluff

  Author’s Note: 😫 y’all I have no words. I think I got this to be what I had at first but I deleted the original draft so I’m sorry if the ending, specifically, isn’t great. I’m just so mad and annoyed at myself. Anyway, this is the second part to the request I got from @kayleafs221 (that was then...) I hope it’s still good and that it gives the right kind of feels! I think I might have gone the opposite direction than originally requested but, in all honesty, the angst that I was feeling just called for this, so Enjoy! Stay Golden, Loves! ❤️

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  You had made it nearly six years without thinking of Frederik Andersen. No thoughts, no tears, no heartbreak in nearly six years but the two years of heartache came rushing back when you saw his name flash on your phone screen

  @frederikandersen31: hi

  You scoffed at the one worded message the Danish goaltender sent you. You couldn’t think of what to say back; do you tell him that your heart was broken? Do you tell him that you missed him everyday for the last seven and a half years? Do you not say anything and pretend like you’ve forgotten who he is? Do you say you regret not telling him you loved him 6 years ago? Why was this so hard? you thought to yourself, laying your head softly against the wall. As you wandered around your apartment, stopping in front of Jackson’s room, you knew you had to say something but all that came to mind was

  @(Y/I/H): hi 😊

  Those three characters were all you could think to write, all you could manage to say, and even still that response took you two hours to send. You bit your fingernail as you waited for him to respond, hoping that the smiley was enough to invite a conversation but you also didn’t want to let his dm-ing you go unnoticed

  @(Y/I/H): I didn’t think I’d ever hear from you again

  You teased, biting your nail again as you made your way back down the hallway and slumping onto your couch, tossing your phone beside you and leaning back against the soft cushion until you heard the telltale ding of a notification

  @frederikandersen31: we should meet up

  Those four words sent your heart racing into overdrive and you knew why he wanted to meet up. You knew that he scrolled through your feed and saw all those pictures of you and Jackson. You knew that he had questions. You would if you were him and you owed him the truth but seeing him again was a fate you weren’t sure you were ready for. After telling him that you’d be in Toronto the following week to visit your cousin, the two of you set up a date to meet and you spent the next week flustered as you anticipated your meeting.

  “Don’t worry so much” your cousin laughed

  “I haven’t seen him in six years” you said

  “Lie,” she chuckled and you furrowed your brow, “you’re constantly scrolling through his Insta”

  “Not constantly,” you corrected, “I’ve peeked, yes, but so has everyone. He’s a public figure”

  “He’s also the one that got away...” she added

  “He’s the one who didn’t stay in touch” you argued and she shook her head

  “(Y/N), you could’ve kept in touch but you didn’t,” she sighed, “it goes both ways”

  “I had other things going on...” you gestured to Jackson who was playing with the LEGO set your cousin had gotten for him

  “Not right away...”

  “Pretty damn early on”

  “Are you gonna tell him?”

  “I don’t see how I can’t. I know he’s seen the pictures that I posted... he would’ve had to when he dm’d me”

  “How do you think he’s going to take it?” you shrugged, noticing the time and rushing out the door. When you got to the coffee shop where Freddie told you to meet him, you scanned the room for a place to sit when you couldn’t find Freddie. You fidgeted with your fingers while you waited for the man that you had been in love with so many years ago, picking at the skin around your nails before someone came to take your order.

  “Can I just get a water for my guest and I’ll take a chocolate chip muffin?” you asked with a smile before you noticed Freddie walk in, clad in a grey suit and a black tie. You felt your mouth gape slightly as he made his way to you, it felt like he was in slow motion and you couldn’t believe how good he looked

  “(Y/N)?” he smiled and you clumsily stood up to give him a hug

  “Hi” you greeted, squeezing him tightly before finally letting go

  “You look great” he exclaimed, placing his strong hands on your arms gently before he sat down

  “Me?” you questioned, a small chuckle escaping your lips, “Freddie, you look... wow!”

  “Thanks” he blushed

  “I do feel under dressed” you said

  “Oh, sorry,” he smiled and suddenly all your memories came flooding back of the two of you together, leaning your elbow on the table and placing your head on your hand to listen to him speak, “I have a game tonight and I have to be at the arena in an hour. I just really wanted to see you”

  “Oh..” you furrowed your brow as you shook yourself back to reality, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush... I don’t want to stress you out”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” he smiled, reaching his hand across the table, “you’re not going to stress me out. Let’s just catch up, okay? Tell me about you, what have you been up to all these years?”

  “I’ve been good. Got my degree, started travelling here and there. I finally made it to Italy like I always talked about,” you smiled, “I’ve got a great job and a great place. Everything’s good...”

  “Sounds like it” he smirked

  “Yeah and what about you?” you asked, “I’ve been following your career and you seem like you’re doing well”

  “Yeah, I mean..” he stumbled, “there’s been some rough parts but I really like it here and I like my teammates, so I’m happy” your face softened when you noticed his face fall

  “What’s goin’ on Fred?” you sighed, pulling your arm from the table and letting it rest on your lap, noticing his own hand retreat from your touch

  “What?” he asked quickly, almost defensively, “nothing..”

  “Really?” you raised your eyebrows and he nodded, so you attempted to learn more about him, “Have you been seeing anyone?”

  “Like dating?” he scoffed, “no. I mean.. there’s been girls, of course”

  “Of course” you smirked

  “But no relationships” he said and you pursed your lips while you waited for him to say something else. “Are you? Seeing anyone?”

  “No” you said, “I’ve been focusing on my son. Being a mom is not necessarily great for my dating life” after you mentioned Jackson, Freddie seemed to focus on it

  “Tell me about your son. What’s his name? How old is he? What’s he like?” you smirked when he finally got to what you thought he was there to talk about

  “Jackson,” you smiled when your son’s face came to your mind, knowing that he was the only thing that mattered to you now, cooing as you continued to talk about him, “he’s such a happy kid. Always smiling, every day. Always in a good mood, no matter what, you know?”

  “Sounds like someone I know” Freddie teased and you felt your breath hitch in your throat when you caught his eyes glimmering as he looked at you

  “Yeah, I’ve tried to raise him that way. With a smile and a bright outlook,” you giggled, “he’s so smart, too. Doesn’t get that from me, that’s for sure, but he is. I mean, I know all parents say their kids are smart so maybe I’m just one those parents...” you scoffed at your own confession

  “I’m sure he’s a child genius” Fred joked

  “He must be,” you replied, “he’s also loving sports right now. Baseball, Basketball...”

  “Hockey?” he asked hopefully

  “I haven’t quite gotten him on the ice yet,” you confessed, “but he’s been learning to surf!”

  “Really?” he said in surprise and you nodded excitedly

  “Oh he loves the water. He loves to swim, surf, I take him out kayaking every once in a while and he loves it every time. I swear he’s more fish than boy” he laughed

  “How old is he?” he finally asked and you bit your lip in return. There it was. The question that you weren’t entirely sure how to answer. The question you knew he wanted to ask because you knew what Jackson’s age would mean to Freddie

  “He’s 5” you answered quietly

  “5, right...” he replied, falling back into his chair and you did the same

  “Fred...” you tried but he put up his hands

  “Let’s not do this here, now” he seethed

  “Why not?” you asked, furrowing your brow, “we’re adults. We’re here to talk...”

  “I don’t wanna cause a scene”

  “Cause a scene?” you shook your head, “have you ever known me to be the ‘scene causing’ type?”

  “(Y/N), just not here...”

  “Then where Freddie? When? I’m only here for the weekend and you’re a busy guy. You wanna talk about everything, great! But I can’t wait around for you to decide when the best time for you to talk is” you saw his jaw clench before he told you to follow him to the arena, which you did but you weren’t sure how that also wouldn’t cause a scene because it was still a public place. When you pulled into the underground parking garage, you watched Freddie storm out of his car and walk toward you

  “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” he yelled as you stepped out of your car

  “Calm down!” you shouted back at him

  “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” he repeated and you had to drop your head while he yelled your frustrations at you, “IT’S BEEN SIX YEARS! SIX YEARS SINCE I LAST SAW YOU, SPOKE TO YOU, THIS IS A BIG FUCKING DEAL (Y/N), WHY DIDN’T I KNOW?!”

  “WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?” you shouted, stepping closer to him, “you said you didn’t want to cause a scene but this seems like a pretty big scene to me and you’re the one causing it”

  “I’M ANGRY!” he continued

  “This isn’t all on me, Freddie,” you tried to calm him down but it didn’t seem to work because your anger was starting to creep up, “you didn’t try to contact me. I waited and waited and I never heard from you so I didn’t think you wanted to hear from me or get in touch with me so I let you be”

  “IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT AND YOU KNOW IT!”

  “THEN WHAT IS IT ABOUT?”

  “YOU HAVE A FIVE YEAR OLD SON (Y/N)!!”

  “HE’S NOT YOURS!” you blurted out, watching his face fall as he stumbled away from you. It wasn’t how you wanted to say it but you didn’t want him to be angry thinking that you’d kept his son from him for 5 years.

  “What?” he stuttered

  “Jackson isn’t your son, Freddie”

  “But he’s 5... that night on the beach. The night I got traded...”

  “He only just turned 5,” you admitted, walking toward him but he kept his distance, “when you left, I was heartbroken. I wanted to let you settle in and I thought it would be like it was in Anaheim. But when I didn’t hear from you, I was miserable”

  “What does that mean?” he tried, his face red as he continued to keep space between you

  “My friends took me out, I got drunk. Very, very drunk. A guy bought me a drink, we flirted, I went home with him. I barely remember his name but I got pregnant. I wasn’t sure what to do and I didn’t have a lot of time to figure it out,” you explained, “I wanted kids, I just never pictured it would be like that but that’s how it was happening and now I have Jackson. He is the best part of my life. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. I can’t imagine him not being mine...”

  “Fine,” he whispered, “but once you were pregnant or once you had Jackson, did you not think I would find out? Did you not think that I would think that he was mine?”

  “Honestly, Fred,” you sighed, “I didn’t think you’d find out because you weren’t talking to me. I didn’t think you’d... do the math”

  “Because I’m dumb?”

  “That’s not what I said” you argued

  “But that’s what you think?”

  “No, it’s not. Stop it,” you almost snapped, “I had one night where I made a decision that wound up with me having this wonderful child in my life. I had no intention of causing you harm or purposely not telling you. I wanted you to be happy, even if that meant our relationship had to be completely forgotten and we had to move on from each other, but I never stopped loving you” he finally stepped closer to you and you felt your heart beat faster. “But I was hurt, Freddie”

  “I wanted to reach out...” he said, “so many times. I just didn’t know how and then so much time passed that it seemed like it wouldn’t be the same”

  “It wouldn’t have been the same,” you admitted, laying a hand on his cheek to comfort him, “but we could’ve had something new”

  “So why don’t we try it now?” he asked, his eyes brightening at the idea and you scrunched your eyebrows together, contorting your face from love to sympathy

  “We can’t” you whispered

  “Why not?”

  “Freddie.. your life is so stressful and busy and you’re gone all the time,” you replied, “I can’t put Jackson in that kind of life. It’s too stressful for a kid”

  “There’s support” he tried and you could see his eyes well with tears as he tried to keep you close

  “Our life is in California. He’s comfortable there, he’s got friends there, he likes his school and he loves the ocean... I can’t take him away from all of that” he slumped against your car as he listened to your reasoning. “Please don’t be upset, I’m sorry that you had to find out this way but I’m glad you know now”

  “I’ll have to meet him sometime” he said with a smile

  “I would love that,” you cooed, “Jackson would love that. You two would get along so well”

  “Let’s make that happen then” he pressed his lips together in a tight smile

  “For real this time” you laughed and he nodded. He stayed leaning against your car for a while before deciding he needed to go and get ready, his eyes looking into yours as if he was desperately trying to find a way to get you to stay a little longer. His hands crept to your waist, pulling you in so your lips nearly crashed into his and you had to place your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You found your hand roaming across his chest over his suit jacket, taking in his strength before he pulled you closer, your chest pressing against his as your breathing became shallow. You finally let your lips connect with his while your hands pulled on the shoulders of his jacket and his hands squeezed your waist

  “I really have to go” he breathed when he finally broke the kiss

  “Me too...” you said between pants, hugging him goodbye before he got too far away. He kissed your cheek, pushing himself off the side of your car and walked toward the entrance, “Freddie,” you called, turning around to see him smiling at you, “I love you... I never got to say it all those years ago but I do. I did then, I do now and I just wanted to say it before it was too late”

  “I love you, too. Now and then, tomorrow and forever” you smiled at his words, feeling your eyes brim with tears as you watched him walk away. It felt like it did all those years ago but there was a sense of hope with it as well; it truly felt like something could grow between the two of you again and you could finally have Freddie back in your life.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.

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Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! She deserves THE WORLD! I’m not kidding. Please visit her and show her some love, my homegirl is stressed 💖✨

I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.

In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.

What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.

I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.

But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.

My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.

Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.

As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.

I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.

My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.

Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.

“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”

So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…

“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”

Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.

The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.

So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.

It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.

To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.

Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.

The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?

Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.

By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.

The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.

“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.

“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”

Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.

“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.

“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.

Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.

“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.

I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.

The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.

Well, fuck. What do I do now?

[smileysuh]

hi mum, so lately i’ve been taking time to reflect my life and I realised like, how much my life revolves around kpop. like, I just got into kpop around a year ago and it makes me so happy and so drained at the same time idk how to explain it but basically, all I’ve been thinking about these past few days is how different my life would be if I wasn’t into kpop. Tonight, out of nowhere I decided to unsub all kpop channels on yt, I deleted vlive and also set a time limit on insta since I find myself scrolling on there a lot, just looking at kpop content for hours at a time. Am I being dramatic? Idk, I just feel so tired, I’m disappointed at myself for not being able to like, hold back this obsession ya know? Cause I’m starting uni soon and every day I keep thinking why am I wasting my time watching kpop when I could be studying and preparing for uni?? What’s wrong with me lol?? Anyways, just needed to rant, feel free to not reply to this, I’m crying as I’m typing this I just feel kinda lost right now but I rlly hope ur doing good mumm💚💚

Hello baby! Ok, so first, I understand you completely

I’m also the type of have hyper fixations and then that’s my only source of serotonin

Kpop is such a pure, good, consistent source of happiness, and in the world we’re in right now, I don’t think it’s a shock at all that we’ve both glommed onto kpop- I think a lot of people might be going through exactly what you’re going through

Don’t beat yourself up about it my love, we’re allowed to have things we enjoy-

I feel like we live in a society that A; makes people feel bad for doing things for themselves cuz capitalism and the need to constantly be producing and doing things and social media and just oooof, and B: we have a society that looks down on the things “girls” do for fun- like when have our enjoyments of one direction or loki or anything been seen as a positive? Our society is SO restrictive on what women feel were allowed to enjoy-

But look, if kpop makes you happy then it makes you happy!

Limitations can be good, spending too much time on ur screen is NEVER a good thing cuz we can get so caught up in it- as people say “go outside and touch concrete” 😂😂😂😂 but don’t feel ashamed that kpop is your happy place

Maybe do it where like, at the end of ur day, u can have an hour of kpop YouTube crack, or read a fanfic, or something like that, limits are good but don’t cut off ur serotonin source completely you know?

Ur not being dramatic my love :) it’s really hard to live in the world we live in and have lots of our interests be belittled by everyone around us- like why is it SO MUCH BETTER if you spent all this time researching cars or something you know? Like why is it our likes are lesser cuz we fall in love with people and the psychology and the fun we have watching them?

To me, kpop is kind of like our version of reality tv, and u know how many people feel justified as shit knowing everything about Kylie and Kendal and what scandal Kim got into this week and who’s dating who and-

No hate to people who like the kardashians cuz Oof I went through a reality tv phase too

But I hope you get what I’m saying and I’m not being too rambly kdhejsijssb

So I don’t allow direct messages from people I don’t follow, but if you ever need anything, message me off anon, I’ll follow back immediately and then we can chat in dms :) sometimes it’s just about finding a friend to love this stuff with and that can make it feel oddly more justified?

I just- you’re not being dramatic, things are rough, thank you for reaching out honey, I’m here if you ever need it ❤️

Also if it’s any consolation, I was having these same issues last year, and I ended up making every creative writing project I had to do about a kpop boy and it helped me get through my courses cuz suddenly I wasn’t just completing an assignment about a dude in a grocery store, it was MARK TUAN or like- I straight up submitted demon San and got a 90 on it- idhejsnsjsisubss kpop can be helpful 😂

Or for example, in my poetry class, I was looking at the way Korean sentences are formed and the way they do those fun games where they take a word and split it into syllables to make new sentences and I tried that in my poetry and it was really cool!

The things you learn watching kpop- even just all the things I’ve learned about Korea and the culture- there are SO MANY POSITIVES to enjoying kpop and I don’t want u to feel like ur wasting ur time cuz if nothing else ur probably soaking up some of the language too! And who knows! Maybe u can find some uni friend who like kpop, or maybe there’s a kpop club! Don’t feel alone baby, I’m sure there are lots of other people entering uni with u going through a similar “ooof kpop” moment ;)

U could also always bribe urself with kpop- I would do like: complete this essay outline and then u get to watch the new weekly idol, or things like that?

But yes please message me off anon and I’ll be here to help more if none of these work for you :) I love you, youll get through this ❤️❤️❤️and remember: u are allowed to have things in your life that you love that make you happy that don’t actually add things to ur day to day, ur allowed to just be happy with that thing

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: mutuals 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 1.9k words, 2 images

����𝐧: me? back w/ fluff? it’s expected at this point! his speech is hard for me to replicate, but I rly do love Kazunari so I hope I did this scenario justice! I, uh, got too excited at the prospect of “insta mutuals” oops~ hope you don’t mind the additional media TT

The Insta notification that popped up on the top of your screen distracted you from the game you were playing. Normally you’d flick the notif away, but as soon as you realised what it was about, you rushed to finish the rest of the stage.

You and Kazunari have been Insta Mutuals for nearly a year now, ever since he hit you with a follow and you proceeded to stalk his readily-available socials. 

The two of you had been liking and commenting on each others’ posts for weeks on end, starting off with you praising his most recent graphic design work to him sending a paragraph of heart emojis on the most recent fan art you drew.

Somewhere in between following each others’ spam accounts to tagging each other on Insta story games, he finally slid into your DMs and the rest was history. Sort of.

You knew what people said about online dating, or even just long distance relationships in general, but try as you might it was hard not to fall for Kazunari.

The more you talked to him, the less he stayed as your “funny artist mutual” and soon enough he progressed into the “still funny but also really sweet and cute artist online friend, 10/10 would date if asked” category.

You didn’t bother stifling your laugh as you looked at the message he sent you, immediately liking his selfie before saving it on your phone.

Okay, no. He can’t just hit you with an “I do wanna meet u already” and then take it back but not fully commit to it!

You waited for him to respond through text, but instead got hit by your ringtone blaring loudly at such an ungodly hour. At the sight of your contact nickname for him, you eagerly answered his call. You rushed to get the first word in, him doing the same unbeknownst to you.

“Kazu-“

“Babe, I-“

The both of you paused, his eventual laughter easing up your tension as you let out a giggle of your own. You mentally told yourself not to be so nervous— Kazunari and you would have this conversation eventually anyway; besides, it wasn’t as if you didn’t want to see him in person. It was quite the opposite, actually. You just figured that conversations like this needed to happen in call, at least.

“Shoot, should probs shut up so Mukkun doesn’t wake up,” Kazunari commented, his voice volume already lowered, “do you wanna go first?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied with resolve. You gathered up your thoughts, formulating the next set of sentences that would leave your mouth, before ultimately deciding on one question. “I just need to know first… how serious were you about meeting up irl?”

“I mean, that wasn’t what I meant when I sent the message? But like, it’s still valid, you know?” he paused, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to continue, “it’s not the first time I’ve thought about meeting you. I think about it a lot, actually.”

It was a bit of a shame the two of you chose to voice call instead of video call. You would’ve loved to see your boyfriend’s face just about now, though you supposed it wouldn’t be a good idea to have a heart attack a quarter to 4 in the morning.

Plus, you weren’t sure you could handle him teasing and throwing compliments at you due to your clearly visible elation, if the upwards stretch of your lips was anything to go by.

“Babe? You still there? Did you pass out, or…” In reality it had only been a few seconds, but still you didn’t want to leave him hanging. Not when the two of you were talking about something that meant taking the next step in your relationship.

“I’m still here, Kazu,” you reassured him. Your voice shook slightly, a sliver of your excitement slipping through the cracks. “I’m the same. Like, no lie I was shocked we brought it up like this, but, um… I’m ready, and if you’re ready, too, I want to meet up with you.”

“Wait, wait, wait— hol’ up! So we’re finally going—“ he laughed for the second time tonight, a fuzzy-wuzzy warmth escaping as its sound equivalent. “Wahh! Of course I’m ready! Can’t wait to finally see what a cutie you are irl♪ Hngg, how am I supposed to sleep now? I’m too hyped up!”

You rolled your eyes, despite understanding exactly how he felt. His infectious cheerfulness amplified the blossoming commotion occurring inside your brain. Despite not making any official plans yet, the prospect of finally meeting up had you frenzied.

Still, one of you had to be at least slightly responsible. While you wouldn’t claim to know his daily schedule, if Veludo Arts was anything like your university, he should be as swamped with workload as you were. Actually, maybe that was the reason he was up so late? That’s how it was for you, anyway excluding the fact that you took a break to stamina clear.

“It’s nearly 4 am… do you wanna continue planning this tomorrow? Err, rather, in a couple hours? After our lectures end, maybe?” You asked, though by the tiny whine Kazunari let out you had a feeling he wasn’t going to agree so quickly.

“Ehh? Why don’t we do it now? I have so many ideas about where we could go, and what we could do… oh! I could introduce you to everyone in Mankai! I’m sure they’d love-“

“I’d love to meet them too,” you cut him off, tone as firm as you could manage at this time, “and I want to hear your ideas, really, but I just know if I let you keep talking the sun will rise before we’ve even decided on a date.”

You chuckled as Kazunari let out a sound of protest, though you had a feeling he knew you weren’t wrong about your assessment. “Zuzu~ Let’s go to sleep now, okay?”

His phone microphone picked up on an audible gasp. “Ehh, how come you rarely call me Zuzu? It’s cute when you say it!”

“Because it sounds like a nickname you’d give to a Pokemon!”

“Uwu, maybe I’ll get Itarun to lend me a copy? Then I’ll catch the cutest Pokemon and name it after you~” you nearly groaned at how fluffy he was being. Seriously, he was distracting you from your agenda of going to sleep!

“Kazu! Stop flirting with me at 4 am or we might not fall asleep!”

Though you couldn’t see him, you were 200% sure he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now. “Me? Using tactics to get you to keep talking with me? Never,” he claimed, professing his false innocence.

“Well, I’m not falling for it! I may not be able to physically tuck you in bed right now, but I can in spirit!”

“Oh!? Then can you give me a goodnight kiss in spirit, too?”

At this point, you were sure that even with just a poke on the cheek you’d be able to feel the heat beginning to envelop your face.

As Kazunari finished laughing, you let the quiet lull of the night seep in the conversation for a few moments before gently breaking it.

“I’d rather give you a kiss irl, though.”

And just like that, you claimed victory over the game he started. With how Kazunari sputtered, a part of you worried that he’d disturb his roommate’s slumber. Still, an even bigger part of you was smug to have him speechless for that much of a duration.

“Babeeeee,” he drawled, “you’re so, so, so unfair… I, like, really want to hold you tight right now…” he murmured, the rustle of his bedsheets discernible through the call. You found yourself nestling onto your bed, too, snuggling up to a soft pillow.

“Soon,” you suddenly yawned, your tiredness seeming to have settled in the comfier you got on the bed. “We’ll have a lot of time to plan tomorrow and the days after, yeah?”

Kazunari let out a hum in agreement, a comfortable silence following suit.

“Kazu?” You muttered quietly, careful not to disturb your peaceful atmosphere.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. Good night,” you said, heart aflutter as you heard his response.

“I love you, too, cutie~ sweet dreams♪” he said in an unbelievably soft tone, before ending the call.

After quickly connecting your phone to a charger, you fell back atop your bed and hugged your pillow tight, already anticipating the day you’d be able to hold Kazunari in your arms, and you in his.

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Morning come, you hastily prepared for class as you always did. You fell into your usual routine— as soon as you were out of the bathroom, you selected an outfit and went over the things you needed to bring to uni today.

You stopped for a minute; taking a quick selfie to post on your story and emphasise your exhaustion to your close friends, before making yourself some breakfast. Within less than 5 minutes, your phone pinged— a recorded message from one of your favourite people this early in the morning.

"Mornin' piko☆ You're looking cute as always today♪”

There was no way you would admit to how many times you replayed it to Kazunari, but even so it was a good way to keep you positive for the rest of the day.

You don’t remember Veludo Way being this rowdy, though it was hard to trust your memory when it’s probably been years since you’ve last visited. Somehow, it was not tough to imagine Kazunari walking around and performing here— the liveliness of the streets difficult to not associate with one of the liveliest people you knew.

While the original plan was to meet up at a cute and trendy cafe you saw all over people’s SNS, the two of you agreed to meet up somewhere less crowded and more meaningful to him— the theatre which he’d performed at multiple times in the past.

As you saw the building from a distance, you wondered when you’d be able to see him on stage, too.

A shout of your name pulled you out of your thoughts, and you couldn’t help yourself from running over to meet up faster with the figure that was jumping and waving around in your direction.

Had you any sense left, you probably would have told him that you didn’t want him embarrassing himself in public, but in reality it was quite apparent that you were just as excited to finally see him in person.

“Kazunari!” you can’t help the little shriek you let out as you finally embrace him, only joyous laughter and each others’ names escaping the both of your lips. When you finally got a good look at Kazunari, you nearly wanted to bury yourself into his shirt again.

Everything still seemed so unbelievable. That this was real. That it was finally happening. It almost felt like the dreams you’ve had of this moment many times before.

“How are you so beautiful in person, too?! It’s totes like I’m falling in love with you again♪” Kazunari exclaimed, squeezing you one more time before finally settling on holding hands with you. “Ahh! I super, duper love you!”

Except it wasn’t. There was nothing imaginary about his warmth, and the way his words made you feel, and the beaming sunshine of a smile he aimed at you.

“I love you, too!”

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Suptober Day 16: Switch It Up!

Destiel Chatfic  - College!AU where Dean and Cas are both dating the same girl. Cas finds out and sends Dean an instagram direct message, and Dean gets an insta-crush on Cas.

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Gabriel texts Cas - 11:19 am ~~ Gabriel: Yo little bro! Cas: Hello Gabriel. Gabriel: Are you and Tessa still dating? Because I just saw her kissing this guy in the campus parking lot next to what I assume was his car. Cas: Uh yeah, are you sure it's Tessa? Gabriel: Hold on a sec. Gabriel: Yes, I just walked over and said "Hi Tessa, do you remember me Cas's brother?", and she responded "Oh yeah, hi Gabriel, how is Cas doing?" Cas: That does sound like something she would say. Gabriel: I asked her to introduce me to her friend, and she said his name was Dean Winchester. Cas: what do you want me to do with that name? Gabriel: Hell if I know, I guess fight for fair Tessa's honor? Cas: I'm sure I won't do that, but thanks for letting me know Gabriel.

~~ Later that day, Cas looks up Dean Winchester on IG and finds a likely looking profile and sends DM - 5:48 pm ~~

Cas: Hello Dean, I know you don't know me, but I think we are both dating Tessa. Dean: Welp, that explains somethings. Have you been dating Tessa long? I wasn’t sure if she was playing the field still or not. Cas: Not very long, just a few weeks. Dean: I assumed we were exclusive when Tessa asked me to be her boyfriend, so I guess it's on me for assuming. Cas: Um ok, I just thought letting you know was the right thing. But if you’re upset I understand. Dean: S'okay Cas, you seem cool, and I'm happy I'm getting to know you. Cas: Um, thanks you seem cool too. Dean: Can I call you my boyfriend-in-law? Cas: Well, I was going to break up with Tessa after confirming this with you. Dean: If that is the case, can I call you my boyfriend? Cas: Huh? Dean: Confession time. Since you sent me a dm, I started stalking your IG account, and you look all kinds of hot. I kind of understand why I was being cheated on now. Cas: Uh, that is flattering... I think. Dean: Hold on, I'll break up with Tessa first. Cas: Wait, what? I just wanted to give you a heads up about Tessa, and I'm not sure what is going on in this convo anymore.

~~ Dean texts Tessa - 5:52 pm ~~ Dean: Sorry to break up with you over text, but this is a life & death emergency.  Dean: Btw, the painting of Baby you made for your art course is awesome! I saw it in campus center. Tessa: Oh wow, I hope everything is okay or that it will be.  Tessa: No worries about the break up, I think we are better as friends.  Tessa: And I'm glad you like the Baby painting! ~~

Dean: Okay done, do you like pie? Cas: Um... pie is okay. Dean: Seriously? You like pie? I knew I was in love with you! Cas: I am not sure if you are kidding or serious. Dean: Sorry! I tend to ramble when I'm excited. Want me to pick you up for a date later? We can get pie at this diner I know. Cas: Sure, I'd like that Dean. Dean: Okay, text me where you want me to pick you up at 7pm. I'll be driving a black 67 Chevy Impala. Cas: Okay, I think I saw pics of that car on your feed when I was trying to find you on IG. Dean: What did you think of her? Cas: Her? Dean: Yeah, I tend to think of my Impala as female. Have you ever watched this really old tv show Knight Rider? Cas: Sorry, I don’t think I’ve heard of it. Dean: No worries, I have the box set on Blu Ray. We can watch together some time if you’d like. But I brought up because it’s about this guy that solves mysteries with his talking Pontiac Trans Am “KITT.” Cas: Oh, that’s an interesting premise for a tv show. Dean: Ikr! Anyway, so that’s me and my car, Baby, too. If she had a voice box, she would totally help me solve mysteries. Cas: Like the mystery machine? Dean: asdfasfasgwe You like Scooby doo?!? Cas: Well, I watched some when I was little. And I think I remember the gist of it. Dean: Scooby Doo was my show growing up!! And yeah, Baby is like that. A lot of things just get thrown away when they wear out. But some things transcend the mundane, and throwing them away would be like losing something divine. Cas: Uh, she sounds really special Dean. I’m looking forward to meeting you and her later then. Dean: Ok, Baby and I will show you a good time! Cas: Sounds good, bye Dean. Dean: ttyl Cas!

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Cas texts Tessa - 6:13 pm ~~ Cas: Hello Tessa, I don't think we are right for each other, but I hope we can still be friends. Tessa: Oof, the other guy I was seeing just broke up with me over text too. I'm having a rough day. Cas: Was it Dean? Tessa: Yeah, he seemed nice. I wasn't sure how interested in me he was though, he mostly wanted to talk about his car, little brother, and classic movies. Cas: Actually, I met Dean because I found out we were both dating you. So I let him know, because it felt like the right thing to do. Tessa: Oh, it hadn't occurred to me that I was serious enough with either of you to talk about being exclusive. Sorry if I hurt you or Dean's feelings. Cas: I was a little hurt, but Dean seemed okay about it. Tessa: I'm sorry Cas! You are a very sweet guy, and I hope you find someone that doesn't hurt your heart. And I'd be happy to still be friends if the offer stands. Cas: Thanks I do want to be friends, and as for finding someone, well I actually have a date with Dean tonight.  Tessa: Omg! I'm so excited for the two of you! My advice, wear your blue henley and skip the trench coat. Cas: I've never gone on a date with a guy before, so I'm feeling kind of nervous. And also, I’ve never gone a date with someone I hadn’t met in person already. This is definitely a little overwhelming. Tessa: I think you'll be fine Cas. Dean is a nice guy, and if things get too silent and awkward just ask him about his car, brother, or favorite movies. Cas: Dean did tell me about his car a bit already, and it was pretty touching how much she meant to him.  Tessa: Yeah, Dean has a huge heart. I feel like once he loves someone, Dean would wage war against Heaven or Hell to protect them. Baby is definitely part of his family, and while a lot of people tend to take things for granted, Dean is more likely to show reverence for the things that have held him together. Cas: That sounds almost spiritual. Tessa: Spiritual is a good way to describe it. Also, Dean does tend to be all highs and lows, like he either loves something or he hates it. There is really not much middle ground. You seem a lot more level-headed Cas, tbh I think you and Dean are perfect complements for each other.  Cas: Well, we haven’t even been on a date yet. Tessa: Haha, I know. I’m just being sap ig. But I have good feeling about you guys.  Cas: Thanks Tessa, I appreciate it. Tessa: Anytime hun! And I have been seeing this girl, Charlie, maybe we can all go out on a double date sometime. Cas: You were seeing three people? Tessa: yeah, and I should tell Charlie I was seeing some other people, and I'd like to just commit to her. I really like her Cas, and I don't want to ruin it. I think she knows, but I also thought you and Dean knew so I should be more upfront. Cas: Yeah, that's a good idea. And maybe we can all go out some time in the future. Tessa: Yay! I'd like that. Let me know how DeanCas goes tonight. Cas: Ok, I've got to go get ready. Tessa: Later hun!

~~ Tessa texts Charlie - 6:26 pm ~~

Tessa: I really like you, do you want to be exclusive? Charlie: Did the guys you were dating break up with you? Tessa: Lol yes, but it saved me trouble of breaking up with them. And actually they kind of found each other through me, so I'm feeling like their fairy godmother or something. Charlie: omfg! I'm imagining you as a fairy godmother now, and that image is burned in my brain. Tessa: Lol it is pretty funny, and I think Dean and Cas would hate me forever for even saying that. Charlie: Don’t worry I will keep your role as their fairy godmother secret. Tessa: So, you didn't answer my question... Charlie: Sorry, Tessa. I really like you too. But I'm not ready to commit to a serious relationship yet. Can we keep dating each other and other people for a little longer and keep it casual? Tessa: Sure, but when you are ready let me know! Charlie: Ofc, darling! Tessa: Also, Cas and I chatted about four of us going on double date in future. They are both nice guys, what do you think? Charlie: Sure, maybe we can recruit them for LARP. Tessa: Don't worry my queen. I will get them recruited to follow your flag. Charlie: I knew my fairy godmother wouldn't let me down. Tessa: Ofc, not even remotely possible for me to ever let you down, my queen.

~~ Dean texts Sam 6:35pm ~~

Dean: Sammy, remember the girl Tessa I was dating? Sam: yeah, you were forcing her to watch an Indiana Jones marathon with you last weekend. Dean: "forcing" seems like a strong word, everyone loves Indiana Jones. Sam: sure they do Dean. Dean: Anyway, we broke up. Sam: oh, sorry man Dean: No worries Samantha, I've got a date with her other boyfriend, Cas. I’m actually getting ready to pick him up in just a minute. Sam: oh, good for you then Dean: I'm kind of nervous tho, I was stalking his ig, and even though he's really hot I don't think we have much in common. Sam: well, they say opposites attract. Dean: He posts math and physics joke memes. Sam: so what? Dean: I don't know any good math or physics jokes. Sam: Don't bother picking up a bunch of lame jokes. I think this guy would rather get to know the real you. Dean: Well, I did ramble a bit about Baby earlier when we started messaging. Sam: And he still wants a date with you? He sounds like a keeper Dean. Dean: What do you mean? Everyone loves Baby. I gotta text you a pic of this painting Tessa made. Baby looks so badass. Sam: Okay,  well try not to only talk about Baby with Cas. Try to learn about him and open up about yourself too. You keep saying your tired of casual flings, but if you don’t let people in that will be all you ever get. Dean: Ugh, I'm a mess. Getting to know the real me is a really great way to scare anyone off. Sam: hey, I'm still here. Dean: yeah, you're my brother. You are stuck with me no matter how much of a dumpster fire I become. Sam: you're not a dumpster fire. just don't overthink it. do you want me to ask Jess out tonight so we can double date? Dean: no, I can do this, showing up to a first date with my little brother as chaperone would be weird. Sam: it's only weird if you let it be Dean: well, I'm not letting it be Sam: ok, whatever Dean: later moose Sam: drop dead squirrel

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REQUESTED FOR: @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

SUMMARY- reader is on the obx cast dating Drew/Rudy and a certain extra on the show is getting to close for comfort and posting photos on their insta with the boys as if they’re dating.

A/N: I’ve learned how to do tumblr right if that’s even a thing so I’m just making it better by decoration and all that jazz ( the stories are all the same just badazzled. ) happy reading :) also these other women I made them up they don’t exist except the last girl was an extra in the show ( no hate to her ) it just fit very well lmao.

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DREW:

You and the gang are back in Charleston, South Carolina the corona virus pushed back Filming for a few months which was a blessing in disguise for Jonas to work in a script and to make sure locations where set to film and to have anything else needed to be there, with a new season means new extras you and the cast always invite them out to hang so they feel welcomed and to make new friends.

You’re into your second month of Filming season two everyone knows you and Drew are together the fans are so loving and excited you guys are together everyone thinks you guys are soo cute over the past two months back one extra who plays a kook Kelce is currently dating likes to flirt with Drew often Drew doesn’t flirt back but he is nice and doesn’t push her away. It doesn’t really bother you that much because all it really is is some slight arm touching and laughing at everything he says even if it isn’t a joke like an annoying school girl, but other then that you really like her.

You were currently with the girls madelyn and Madison talking about clothes and planning for a girls week when all of a sudden Madison shouts out “Oh my god I can’t believe that bitch”

“What what happened?” Madelyn asked worried Madison just gave you guys her phone where you saw two people strolling on the beach but the person tagged made your heart stop

@Coleenjonesz

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@Coleenjonesz: our weekly beach strolls are my favorite😊🖤.

@drewstarkey: always having fun with you🤩

@jonasjpate: love when cast mates hang out.

@thekook: wait but isn’t drew with @Y/N ??

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You weren’t following her so this was all news to you, you took the phone from madelyn’s hands and went through her other photos most of her recent ones was of her and Drew and she always had some cute little flirty caption to go with it he had liked everyone single one and almost commented on all of them.

You looked up with tears in your eyes at your two friends who looked mad and also sad because you were hurt. You handed Madison her phone back and she quickly unfollowed Coleen but I’m doing so a story popped up that she had posted.

Madison quickly gave the phone back to you so you could view the story when you clicked on it you saw a beautiful beach that the sun was setting on and then the camera moved over and there stood your boyfriend with coleen on his back and they were both laughing the camera stopped as they both fell.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this, what do I do? I can’t call him he is with her right now and he would probably not even answer considering he is occupied” you said as tears fell down your face. Madelyn quickly scooped you into her arms rubbing your back smoothingly Madison jumped onto the bed and joined in on the group hug.

“Wait till before the dinner we have planned she won’t be there and you guys are getting ready together right?”Madison questions you just nod to what she says. “So talk to him then explain that it makes you uncomfortable and stuff, and hear him out.”

“Yeah maybe it isn’t what it looks like at all, she is probably doing it for more followers.” Madelyn rolled her eyes.

“Ok yeah, you’re right I’ll just talk to him” you sighed hugging your two best friends smiling slightly.

Later that night you drove to you and Drew’s shared apartment to get ready for this dinner, you walked into the apartment to see drew on his phone laying on the couch “oh there is my favorite girl” drew said scooping you up in his arms, “Drew look we need to talk” you said awkwardly not looking him in his eyes.

“Ok what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you and that extra Coleen? The weekly beach walks her posting photos like she is dating you? I know what she does isn’t in your control but you can tell her to stop”

Drew stood up from where he was sitting “she is just a friend I don’t see the problem In that she wants to make it as more then just in extra so I gave her some advice, and we realized we have similar interests so we just hangout and the beach walks are not weekly we don’t hang out nearly as much as her instagram shows it, come on you should know this because I’m with you” drew exasperated getting mad. “I don’t care if she is just a friend Drew be here friend that’s great help her with work I don’t care, what bothers me is she take photos of you and with you like she is your girlfriend and then I look like a dumbass to the world for not noticing it” you said raising your hands up

“Baby, who cares what others think I know that I love you and only you and I know you love me so why do you care what people think?” Drew asked “no I’m telling you I feel like a dumbass” you said tears in your eyes “do you think I would cheat on you ?” When you don’t answer he raises his voice “DO you think I would cheat on you?” He asks again just more demanding

“No I don’t think you would I trust you I don’t trust others she clearly gives 0 fucks that you have a girlfriend, she acts like it’s not a thing and just throws herself on you and you catch her and are there because you’re soo oblivious to what is happening” you said pulling your phone up to go to her Instagram only to find out you’re blocked. “She blocked me on Instagram drew, who does that unless you have something to hide?” You cried out.

Drew could tell this was really bothering you and suddenly his anger sub sided, “hey hey look at me, you’re not a dumbass. I didn’t know this stuff bothered you she is just my friend there is nothing going on there and there never will be I love you and only you. I just didn’t see what you were seeing but I’ll speak to her and get the photos taken down and tell her to back off a little ok?” Drew said hugging you and kissing your head

You nodded your head sniffling a little “now I have to text the girls and let them know it’s ok” you said getting up to get your phone that you had thrown across the room.

Drew burst out laughing “you girls are weird, hold on babe let me text the boys and gossip about it I also need them to help me pick out my outfit for tonight I have 3 options” Drew said in a girly voice mocking you, Madelyn, and Madison “ oh ahaha you’re so fucking funny” you smiled throwing a pillow at him.

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RUDY:

You had just gotten back in Charleston, South Carolina to start filming season 2 of obx, the funny thing about filming obx is that you and everyone else forget you’re even working it’s really just a bunch of family goofing around. You and Rudy decided to drive down from LA to Charleston just the two of you, it was lots of fun taking lots of photos of the beautiful views and taking candid photos of Rudy without his knowledge and him doing it as well just enjoying one another’s company.

You’re on your first week of filming and so far so good you love being back at the beach with your friends catching up and making new memories, one of the extras from season 1 came back she played a touron that chugged some alcohol with Rudy as JJ and a small glimpse of a hookup was in season 1 her name was Peyton belcher, she didn’t have any lines not really so her character is kinda unknown she was called back this season to re claim her small touron roll.

Peyton wasn’t close with the cast but everyone is familiar of her so we were all happy to see her back. Rudy and you have been dating for a year now almost 2 now you played his love interest which made you guys closer and you couldn’t help but fall in love with one another, you and Rudy chase and Maddie are the biggest ships on the show your Instagram is always Bum barded with nice comments on you and Rudy’s relationship and also amazing edits of you guys you love them all and it fills you with so much happiness.

You were all on your first day off since filming again JD, Madison, you, chase, Rudy, and Madelyn. Were all on a boat drinking and enjoying the sun you were laying on a towel while Rudy had his arms wrapped around you showing JD and Chase a video he captured on your drive from LA to Charleston. You felt your phone buzz from beside you, you noticed it was a Instagram notification. Yes you have your Instagram notifications on because you forget to turn it off and you like being able to be in contact with your fans, you have made quite a few friendships with fans and talk daily.

You opened your new dm to see a fan account request to send you a message of course you accepted it always happy to talk to new people

Obxlover: hey I don’t want to bother you or scare you but I saw someone post a picture today of her and Rudy looking a little to cozy and I just wanted you to know, it’s probably nothing anyway i love you and the show. I’ll send the pic right now.

Y/N: hey you’re not bothering me at all I’m so glad you love the show and I love you too.

Obxlover: ( sent you a photo from @peyton.belcher )

You clicked the link to the photo.

Peyton.belcher:

Liked by: @lilah.pate @jonasjpate @coop.pate @obx @rudyshoe and 15,144 others.

Peyton.belcher: back in Charlie with one of my favorites ever @obx😉

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You looked at the photo for a minute then back at your boyfriend “hey babe, when was this taken?” You asked him showing the phone up to him he took it from you looking at it confused “oh my god this was from when we did season one” he said laughing “I don’t know why she posted it tho considering we don’t talk barely but whatever” he said handing the phone back to you brushing it off like it’s nothing you shrugged your shoulders not really caring and continuing on with your fun with your friends.

Throughout the day on the boat you hear your phone pinging with notifications you pick it up wondering what is so important to see tons of people and can accounts sending you the same picture but some with screenshots of someone asking who is in the photo with Peyton and she responded saying the cutest boy she knows with a love heart next to it. You get irritated and mad and just turn your phone off to stop hearing and seeing all the posts and comments and questions of concern for your relationship with Rudy.

You all finally reach your destination being a restaurant on the water where you can pull up and dock your boat and just walk in, you still annoyed pick all your things up quickly and make your way off the boat as quick as possible walking ahead of everyone else “hey uh is she good or?” JD asks no one in particular “she probably saw what peyton said about Rudy being the cutest guy she knows under the post she posted fans are dming me worrying about you guys relationship so I’m sure her phone is blowing up she is probably just frustrated” Madison suggested trying to catch up to you.

“Dude are you with Peyton?” Chase stops walking and asks Rudy who just stares at him shocked, “are you serious right now why would you think that? That photo was from a year ago I would never ever hurt YN ever !!” Rudy yelled looking chase dead in the eyes you and Madison were still making your way to the restaurant but stopped when you heard Rudy yelling which is not like him at all you both look at one another and turn around to see what’s happening.

“If I thought you were cheating imagine how y/n feels right now, I’m sure her phone is blowing up with people saying things about you guys and Peyton I’m sorry you’re mad but it’s the first thing that came to mind I mean it looks like it from Instagram” chase said defensively

You and Madison started walking over slowly to the scene next to madelyn and JD who were watching awkwardly off to the side. “I’m not cheating on her I would never cheat on anyone ever ! I’m In love with y/n man I want to marry her and have so many kids why would I fuck something up with some girl I barely know ?? And why are you getting mad at me for something peyton posted !” Rudy screamed in chases face Rudy was on the brink of tears you could tell cause he was slightly shaking

You dropped your bags and ran to Rudy pushing him away from chase and pulled him in your arms stroking his hair “I know you weren’t cheating that never even crossed my mind babe, yeah I’m annoyed by my phone blowing up and being told you’re with her and not me and so on and so forth and it’s annoying that she is saying all these flirty things but I was never upset with you” you whispered to Rudy but the others could hear because they all smiled and wrapped each other in a hug watching the scene unfold “I’m in love with you to but I’m only ( your age ) give it a few years before you propose yeah ?” You question looking at him

“Yeah ok, I love you” Rudy says grabbing your hands and taking you to the restaurant for some food.

[punkscowardschampions]

Zelda & Zach

ihatemyguts: Good thing you told me how bubble boy posi Robyn’s ‘rents are

ihatemyguts: ‘cos that felt like such a brush-off

ihatemyguts: I feel kinda bad, it’s low-key just upset her with no shopping trip pay-off 😬

inandout: your first date was today

inandout: the insane jealousy must have forced me to forget

ihatemyguts: Obviously

ihatemyguts: moping and staring out of open windows would be bad for your health

ihatemyguts: probably

ihatemyguts: can’t have that

inandout: mope hard enough and fling myself all over the house, they’ll call it exercise

ihatemyguts: I’d let Rob know but her parents would probably sue me

ihatemyguts: I did some research

ihatemyguts: and yeah, flare-ups fucking suck, but if she was struggling that bad rn she’d be in hospital getting her 💉 on

ihatemyguts: makes me ⁉️ if the meetup will happen

inandout: makes me wonder if her brothers are allowed out

inandout: if they are maybe they can help us smuggle her to the meetup

ihatemyguts: not just a pretty face

ihatemyguts: that’s a damn good idea

ihatemyguts: I can slide in their DMs

inandout: Cranking up the jealousy metre to give me a full work out, I see, are you gonna be a PE teacher when you grow up?

ihatemyguts: *prays they aren’t like 12*

ihatemyguts: imagine if that was my life’s ambition

ihatemyguts: wear unflattering sportswear and give kids complexes

ihatemyguts: even without the potential life-shortening illness, I’d reconsider that

inandout: it tracks that you’d wanna make them 💩 and bringing back the bleep test could work

ihatemyguts: okay I’m not 🦹‍♀️ or 🐯 levels of sweet but is that what you really think of me? 😏

inandout: I think there’s only one rebel teacher coming to mind and I haven’t watched that film so all I know is they stand on desks

inandout: probably not a perfect fit for you

ihatemyguts: I could force you to watch it for our first date

ihatemyguts: and ask you, what your dream job would be

inandout: Netflix and chill or cinema screening of the ‘classics’?

inandout: we could do a drive-thru

ihatemyguts: hmm 🤔

ihatemyguts: there are pluses to ‘em all

ihatemyguts: cinema, we could laugh at all the snobs and 🤓s

inandout: Cool, reach out to me with the time + date when it’s showing

inandout: Are you allowed 🍿?

ihatemyguts: oh hell no

ihatemyguts: have to find another way to hold my hand

inandout: 🦸‍♀️ said she was gonna look up ice breakers and stuff, hopefully it was a fruitful search and she won’t mind sharing the info

ihatemyguts: do you think she legit didn’t realize how thirsty that boy was for her

ihatemyguts: or is it all uwu coy-ness

inandout: It’s hard to tell

inandout: but if I remember my glasses I’ll do my best to decode her body language from 6 ft away

ihatemyguts: aside from hospital, have you ever met someone else with cf?

inandout: Nope

inandout: jokes aside, it really is discouraged

ihatemyguts: that’s a hard one to get your head around

ihatemyguts: far as adjustments go

inandout: getting Robbie at this meetup won’t be easy

inandout: separate ones mean we might not have her there

ihatemyguts: I reckon we can trust you and Kara to keep the teen love story fictional

ihatemyguts: for all our sake’s

inandout: She’ll get her man

inandout: it’s not like bad advice and dating pitfalls are just a click away

ihatemyguts: cosmos never steered ANYONE wrong

inandout: Yahoo answers neither

ihatemyguts: might be confused as to why they’re not related

inandout: [I like to think he’s just sending his fave yahoo answer answers now for the lols]

ihatemyguts: [meme back and forth lads]

ihatemyguts: if she gets her date we could go into the matchmaker business

ihatemyguts: start at home

ihatemyguts: 🤖 don’t last forever

inandout: Rob’ll need to be next or she won’t forgive us

inandout: and we’ll soon get tired/guilty of seeing the amount of 😿💔 spam the chat

ihatemyguts: we’ll have to liberate her first

ihatemyguts: in a literal way

ihatemyguts: not the pretentious, free your 🧠 type of vibe

inandout: Kidnap’s playing into her parents’ fears but we don’t have a better option

ihatemyguts: now it’s my turn for a potential 💡

ihatemyguts: what if that is exactly what she should do

inandout: jump scare them?

ihatemyguts: if she did some actual wild shit to show them they’re being suffocating, ‘scuse the mention, then they’ll have to compromise and let her do normal kid things and everyone will win

ihatemyguts: I realize getting her to wild out might be a problem

ihatemyguts: catfish it though?

inandout: 💡⭐️

inandout: getting her to agree to do it for real would take longer than we have but you’re right, faking it wouldn’t take any time at all

ihatemyguts: get Lauren to picture whatever the hell she’s up to

ihatemyguts: sorted

inandout: + there’s your next photo challenge ready to be accepted, dressing as if you were going on a date with 👵🌈✨ instead

ihatemyguts: hold my neon

ihatemyguts: and think, do we clue Rob in on this plan now or do it on her behalf first, ‘cos we could hit up her house phone with some madness to get ‘em sus now and when she’s like wuuuuut it’ll sound even more

ihatemyguts: or is that a bit evil genius instead of 🦹‍♀️

inandout: Does she even have a house phone? We don’t

inandout: you’ll have to find another way to trick my parents into believing I’m a badass

ihatemyguts: I bet they do

ihatemyguts: can’t trust a mobile

ihatemyguts: and I bet they don’t have a microwave, they’re that sort

ihatemyguts: obvs I’ll just direct them to Lauren on your friends list with a 🤔

inandout: We should probably warn her, in case she takes it the wrong way

inandout: or decides to stand up to them for her YA movie moment

ihatemyguts: yeah, you’re right

ihatemyguts: if she doesn’t go for it, her brothers might be of use still

ihatemyguts: have to focus my evil energy elsewhere

ihatemyguts: such as…

ihatemyguts: 🥁

ihatemyguts: [one of the crazier lewks from babyteeth for the photo challenge]

inandout: 🤞🏻 one of them is old enough to drive the people carrier

inandout: Uhh… that was a suspiciously fast transformation

ihatemyguts: didn’t know you was challenging a pro?

ihatemyguts: and someone with a lot of time on her hands

inandout: I do now

inandout: and I’m guessing it’s not every day you get stood up based on what else I know about you

ihatemyguts: it’s a first

ihatemyguts: not that I constantly ask people out

ihatemyguts: but that is what I’ve put across so fair enough

ihatemyguts: what am I interrupting for you?

inandout: I’m waiting on friends

inandout: this could end in both of us being stood up

ihatemyguts: am I a drag you down with me type?

ihatemyguts: hmm

ihatemyguts: nah, I’ll cross my fingers that your friends aren’t flaky

inandout: Late, but I’d be too if it wasn’t my house

inandout: What are you gonna do now shopping’s off?

ihatemyguts: life is one big photo challenge, right

ihatemyguts: yours is ‘whatever will make your friends double-take when they open the door’

ihatemyguts: it’s a good question

ihatemyguts: we’re going to virtual shop tomorrow but she wasn’t up for it today

inandout: Wait for it and their faces

inandout: + you’re virtually invited to watch movies and play games, you won’t be the only one who isn’t here in person

ihatemyguts: 👍

ihatemyguts: cool

ihatemyguts: meeting new people is my new thing, as long as your mates are down/not the level of nerd that they might get a nosebleed if a girl is about

inandout: Some of them are girls if that helps

inandout: and my brother won’t be there to bring down the cool

ihatemyguts: low-key a shame

ihatemyguts: have to meet him before the first date though

inandout: I’ve got a father you can ask for permission if you’re feeling old-fashioned

ihatemyguts: full set

ihatemyguts: fun

ihatemyguts: mines in scotland so we’ll let you off that trek

inandout: But a road trip is a coming of age movie staple! 😫 Has Netflix aired any YA without one + are you willing to take that risk?

inandout: mine’s a workaholic but we’ve got years to catch him

ihatemyguts: forget the meds, see who gets fucked up first

ihatemyguts: it’d be a journey, for sure

ihatemyguts: do you know what he does? ‘cos so’s mine and I couldn’t tell you, tbh

inandout: Or mix them up and see what happens when you take the ones for my 💩

inandout: He’s a sales manager, he says, but why so vague?

ihatemyguts: sounds like something they’d do at cool parties

ihatemyguts: and that sounds suspish

ihatemyguts: they should have this 🤓 but with a moustache instead of the buckteeth

ihatemyguts: dads are elusive creatures… conspiracy time, what are they all up to

inandout: Not sure that’s the topic Rich has been watching vids on but I’ll ask

ihatemyguts: he can always tactfully ignore you if he’s 😳

ihatemyguts: like he does with 👵🌈✨ when she’s extra

ihatemyguts: more than usual

inandout: Be harder to do that in person

ihatemyguts: I think everyone will still get on

ihatemyguts: unless fibrofog shows, then that’ll be teen show worthy drama, of course

inandout: I think he’s genuinely blocked, he’d need a 2nd account to find out about it

ihatemyguts: hope he’s seen catfish too

inandout: He’d be a fan of the one where the man refused to believe it wasn’t Katy Perry

ihatemyguts: it does seem like the sort of thing she’d do

ihatemyguts: poor bastard

inandout: 😂

ihatemyguts: ultimate photo challenge, catfishing everyone and then going for the ruveal

ihatemyguts: might need more than just a wig 🤔😏

inandout: Dressing like her would make my friends do a double-take

inandout: [pics of some of her outrageous lewks with his head put on]

ihatemyguts: 😂😂😂

ihatemyguts: you suit the 🍦🧁🍭🍩✨

inandout: We’ve probably got a can of squirty cream lying around for hot chocolate

ihatemyguts: inhaler but make it ~sExxxIii~

inandout: [a lil video of his failed attempt to re-create that in her insta DMs or wherever because idk if they can send stuff like that here]

ihatemyguts: Katy dat you 😍😍

inandout: I’ve agreed to only string you along for 4 years not 6 and I don’t have any savings to spend 25% of on a 💍

inandout: looks like the comparison starts and stops with our black curls

ihatemyguts: not much of an orlando bloom clone myself so it’s alright

ihatemyguts: pirate is always an excellent disabled-friendly costume though so add that to the ideas board we should start

inandout: If we decide the next meetup is fancy dress, Lauren will never go back home

ihatemyguts: that’s the mood

inandout: [sends her whatever he did for the photo challenge and his friends reaction to it because why not say they’ve arrived and there’s a similar feral mood here]

[whtaft]

“You probably don’t remember but you saved me from some bullies once in middle school and god damn it every year you just get hotter” au This so them lol!

It’s… a little confusing when Oscar-winning actor Steve Rogers follows Bucky on Instagram. At first, Bucky’s like… did I follow him first? Is he one of those dudes who follows everyone who follows them? But neither of those things are true.

Oscar-winning actor Steve Rogers just… randomly follows him on Instagram. And likes his stuff. And sometimes leaves comments. And always watches his stories.

Weird.

“Look at this comment,” Bucky says, holding his phone out to Sam one evening while they’re getting drinks.

“Haha looks like fun,” Sam reads aloud, then frowns. “And this is his actual, verified account?”

“Click it!” Sam does. He frowns harder. “Why is this happening to me?” Bucky asks.

“Man, I do not know but have you seen his Calvin Klein ads?”

Bucky has seen them. Bucky doesn’t know why the man is Insta-stalking him, though.

— —

It’s a few weeks later when Oscar-winning actor Steve Rogers slides into Bucky’s DMs.

Hi Bucky! Loved the photos of your dog at the beach. He’s so cute. Wish I could have a dog but I wouldn’t be able to take care of one. Hope you have a nice day! :o)

Bucky has no earthly idea how to respond to that.

Haha thanks. You too.

It’s… enough, he thinks. Probably enough.

— —

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asks, taking his phone from his pocket. It’s been buzzing constantly throughout his last meeting and he doesn’t know why.

Turns out, he’s suddenly got about… two hundred more Instagram followers. Which means that he now has about three hundred Instagram followers.

“What the fuck?” he mutters, opening up the app and seeing that fucking Oscar-winning actor Steve Rogers has tagged him in a story.

He watches it, slightly irritated. “Checking out my old haunts,” he says to the camera. He’s on a playground that’s… mildly familiar. “Got beat up here,” he says, gesturing to a bench. “And here.” He points to a swing set. “And my childhood hero Bucky Barnes saved me from getting another broken nose over by that tree. Thanks Bucky!”

Bucky blinks once. Twice. He watches the video over again.

He thinks that the playground is his elementary school playground. Which means Steve Rogers would be…

Holy shit.

Little Stevie Rogers? The asthmatic one a year below him who got the snot kicked outta him all the time? That’s Oscar-winning beefcake Steve Rogers?

Fuck.

He doesn’t know how to respond to all of this, so he just deletes Instagram off of his phone for a few days until things die down.

He doesn’t send anything to Steve, specifically. He doesn’t know what to say. Just because he pushed a few bullies away twenty years ago doesn’t mean that Steve needs to do… whatever it is that he’s doing. It’s all a bit weird and Bucky is just going to… ignore it until it all goes away. Because that always works.

— —

Except it doesn’t work.

— —

Bucky’s watching some late night show with Sam while they wait for their Friday night delivery when Oscar-winning actor Steve Rogers is welcomed to the stage.

“Oh it’s your boy!” Sam says, laughing.

Bucky just rolls his eyes but… he starts paying closer attention.

They talk about some new movie of Steve’s that’s coming out and a few other things. Then the host asks Steve, “So, there’s been a lot of speculation about your love life recently.”

“Has there?” Steve asks playfully.

Host nods. “So, can you tell us who you’re dating?”

Steve just laughs. “No one,” he says. “I’m being honest, I swear. In fact, I’m so desperate that I tried reconnecting with my childhood crush on Instagram and got ghosted. That’s how single I am.”

“Ouch,” the host says.

“Woof,” Bucky says. “That’s gotta hurt.”

Sam looks at Bucky, then at the screen, then Bucky again. “You realize he’s talking about you, right?”

Bucky blinks. “What?”

“You’re hopeless. Please go answer this man’s DMs and at least let him down easy. Remember when he helped Betty White get on stage at the People’s Choice Awards? Have some class, Bucky.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky takes out his phone and downloads Instagram instead. Turns out, he’s got a few messages from Steve, sent over the span of about a week.

Hey, sorry that you’ve got a few more folks following you now. I didn’t really think about what would happen if I tagged you in that story. I just thought it would be fun to tag you in it since that’s where we met.

I realize now that I never really explained why I’m following you. We were never really friends and you probably don’t remember me, but you saved me from a few bullies back in the day. I was just excited when a friend showed me your account. Actually had a big crush on you back in the day, too. Maybe I still kind of do now.

Sorry, that message looks even more stupid the longer I stare at it.

Again, sorry about all of this!

Oh. Fuck.

He can’t help it — he responds.

Sorry about ghosting you. Ended up deleting the app for a while (even if that sounds like a line). Next time you’re in New York let’s get a drink and catch up.

An hour later he has a notification.

Didn’t think you watch late shows.

I don’t, usually.

You know that they film in New York, right?

Bucky… did not. But it was probably too late to go back on his word, so he doubles down.

Huh. Let’s get a drink, then?

Yes, let’s. :o)

— —

The next time Bucky shows up on Steve’s Instagram, it’s a post announcing their relationship. Bucky has his own account set to private beforehand, just so he doesn’t have to deal with the notifications.

[thetheatregang]

Insomnia - Ricky/Nini

I’m FINALLY posting this after a MONTH of writing, editing, and tweaking! I really hope you like it!

This is story is heavily based in Instagram DMs/texts, so I put anything that is in a DM in italics to differentiate just in case there’s confusion.

Plot: After months of not speaking, Ricky and Nini reconnect over Instagram DMs.

Nini’s POV

*buzzzzzzz*

The loud vibration of my iPhone startles me awake. 

I didn’t realize it was even on. I look at the time: 1:27 AM. 

Ugh, so late. But what really shocks me is the notification on my screen: A DM, from Ricky Bowen. My ex-boyfriend. 

Who kissed me, and told me he loved me on Opening Night of the musical, the musical he only joined to get me back in the first place. 

The boy who left town after winter break, fleeing to Chicago when things got “too hard” at home. I haven’t heard from Ricky since the day he left Salt Lake City. It’s been three months. 

skateratricky replied to your story

Ricky replied to my story? I forgot I even had one set. I open the message. 

skateratricky: #4 combo with salt and vinegar chips and a Dr. Pepper? kinda jealous…

My instagram story was of me and Kourtney eating at Marino’s sandwich shop, one of our favorite places in town. A sandwich shop that opened near East High our freshman year. Me and Ricky used to go there a lot. Pretty much every Saturday the whole time we were dating. 

What do I do? Do I reply? Does he even really want to talk to me? Is he just being friendly. I exit Instagram and text Kourtney. She’ll know what to do. 

NINI: Ricky texted me…

KOURT 💄: GIRL WHAT???????

NINI: He replied to my insta story, the pic of us at Marino’s. 

KOURT 💄: Are you gonna message him back?

NINI: Should I? I wouldn’t even know what to say!

KOURT 💄: YES! You know you’ve been dying to talk to him! Shoot your shot girl!

Okay, so I guess if Kourtney thinks I should go for it, then maybe I should. I relaunch Instagram, and pull his message back up:

skateratricky: #4 combo with salt and vinegar chips and a Dr. Pepper? kinda jealous…

niniukegirl: you SHOULD be 😆🍞

I type carefully, adding emojis to show that I’m being casual. Were the emojis too much? Ugh this is so stressful. Just then, Ricky’s chat bubble appears. He’s replying?

skateratricky: I neeeeeeeeed a sandwich next time I’m in town! U down to go with me?

Woah. Is he serious right now?? He’s gonna ghost me for THREE months, then ask me if I’m down for a SANDWICH? This is ridiculous…

niniukegirl: Um, sure… I guess? Why are you asking me to have a sandwich with you at nearly 2 am? WAIT if you’re in Chicago, wouldn’t it be more like almost 3 am?

This kids gotta be out of his mind. I knew Ricky was an insomniac, but 3 am? Wow. When does he find time to sleep?

skateratricky: Oh, yeah, sorry. Did I wake you? I didn’t think you’d answer...

Yes. Yes you DID wake me, but I don’t think I’ll tell you that.

niniukegirl: It’s fine, I wasn’t really sleeping yet anyway. Why are you still up?

skateratricky: Couldn’t sleep. Mom’s apartment is in the city so it’s kinda loud. It’s right next to a train track and I’m not really used to it yet, honestly. 

That’s not surprising. Ricky has always had to sleep in pitch black and dead silence. I’ll bet with all the city lights and people who live in the city, he doesn’t get much of that.

niniukegirl: Yikes, that sucks. How’s Lynne? 

Ricky’s always been close with his mom. In all honesty, I couldn’t believe he didn’t leave sooner. I hoped he would stay to try out for the spring musical, but no. Which, unfortunately has left me to play Sandy in Grease with EJ, my other ex-boyfriend. 

skateratricky: Lynne is good. Misses SLC but LOVES Chicago. She’s dating which is… weird, but good. 

niniukegirl: Still the guy from Opening Night, or no? I’m glad she’s doing well though, she deserves it. 

skateratricky: Yeah, Todd. He’s a good guy, he’s her coworker. He and his daughter live in the apartment below me and my mom. 

niniukegirl: At least she’s happy. I should head to bed, but tell your mom I miss her 💕

skateratricky: She misses you too, trust me. So do I… Goodnight, Nini

My heart skips a beat. He misses me. No surprise there. I know he left in such a hurry. But I know he really missed his mom, no matter how hard that was for him to admit, so could I really be shocked he wanted to spend time with her? But then again, could I ever forgive him for breaking my heart twice?