#idk what happened to me but I’m feeling cute aggression. and aggression aggression . over this dumbass britboy

[tspultradeluxe]

I want the gacha game hippie to go through situations

[chukys-mouthguard]

What if?

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3,229 words

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Warnings: drunk guy being an asshole at the bar, aggressive/protective Matt

Note: okay, this is the first thing I’ve written in years, please be kind 😅 I just got a thing for this man now idk…feel free to send in some requests or let me know if you want more to this story? Not sure if it will be a one off or a little series

“Okay, how do I look?” You walk down the hall of your apartment, stopping to pose for Matt so he can give you his stamp of approval. He eyes you up and down, as if he is going to deliver some harsh critique. Your outfit is nothing crazy; jeans, a gray long sleeved bodysuit, black heeled boots, and a small cross body bag. With the New York City weather still chilly out, you figured it would keep you warm along with the alcohol you’d be consuming.

“Beautiful as always. But let’s try and keep the collecting of guys' phone numbers to a minimum tonight huh?” You laughed as you playfully smacked Matt’s arm. Making your way to the fridge to grab your High Noon you’d started sipping on before getting dressed. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous Matthew Rempe.” He shot you a cocky smirk as he leaned on the kitchen island next to you. “Me? Jealous? Never. Because I’m the one in your apartment and not them.” You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down the last bit of seltzer before unplugging your phone from the charger nearby. “Okay Mr. Chauffeur, let’s hit the road.”

You loved having Matt in NYC playing with the Rangers. The two of you had been best friends since you were teenagers, though you’d lost touch a bit once you moved to New York. Matt’s stint in Hartford allowed the chance to slowly reconnect, but having him now with the Rangers was even better. The two of you often spent nights at each other's apartments, going out to dinner, and of course you attended every home game you could to see Matt play.

You’d always had a soft spot for Matt. Sure he was a bit intimidating being practically 7 feet tall, his knuckles cut up or bruised half the time, and a black eye never seeming to catch you off guard anymore. But you’d gotten close enough to see the side of him most people don’t experience. Though you never imagined your relationship being anything more than what it was. Friends, and nothing more than that. But you couldn’t deny the way you had paid attention to how he’d grown into a man. He had outgrown his awkward phase, and you now looked at him and saw him as handsome, not cute or adorable like he was when you were growing up.

You constantly find yourself thinking, what if you weren’t just imagining things? When he spends the night and walks into your room wearing just a towel after a shower. The way he hugs you and lingers longer than just a friend would. The way he takes care of you when you’re drunk. Or nights like tonight, where he’s willing to stay up late to be your designated driver when he’s got an early morning skate and a big game tomorrow night.

Just one day, one day you’d love to kiss him and see what happens. Or flirt a little extra and see if he takes the bait. But you also don’t want to lose your best friend in the process, or be turned down and embarrassed for thinking he’d ever feel that way about you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Matt asks as he puts a hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder, backing out of his parking space. It’s such a cliche action, but boy does he look good doing it, and your heart certainly skipped a beat.

“The typical routine. Start at Tucker’s. Then move on to 1989. Then finish-“ “At Coop’s?” Matt smirked as he looked out at the road. One hand on the wheel with the other resting on his thigh. He was literally in jeans and a hoodie yet somehow he looked just as good as he does in a suit on game day. “Either that means I go out too much, or you’re finally starting to pay attention when I tell you things.” “Definitely not paying attention, it’s you going out too much.” He laughed as you playfully punched his arm, pulling out your phone to text your friends that you were a few minutes away.

“So Cooper’s closes at 2:30, but I honestly don’t think I’ll last that long. Especially because someone has a big game tomorrow! And I wanna be well rested. So let’s plan for like 12:30/1? Is that okay?” You looked at Matt a bit apologetic, knowing he’d have to be up early for morning skate. But he was always adamant about driving you, no matter what time it was.

“Of course, you know I’ll be here no matter the time. I’ll plan to be at Coop’s around 12:45. I’ll come in to get you too, it’s gonna be cold and dark out. I don’t want you walking to find me.” You put a hand to his cheek as you make a joking pouty expression. “Aww, such a gentleman Matty.” He smiled at your touch, almost leaning into your hand as he looked back at you, “Anything for you. Now go on, I know the girls are waiting. Text me if you need anything, and I mean anything y/n. I’m not that far of a drive.” You let out a sigh as you undid your seatbelt, “Honestly Matt, nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine.” You blew him an air kiss as you exited the car, heading into the first bar of the night. Matt sat and watched you show your ID to the man at the door, waiting until he saw you get inside safely to drive away.

As promised, Matt arrived at Cooper's around 12:45. He was thankful that you and your friends chose to end your nights at a bar that wasn’t too crazy, but also not too crowded that he might be recognized. Just to be safe he threw on a hat to shield his face as much as he could, though the bar was so dark he doubted anyone would be able to make out his face in the crowd.

He handed his ID to the bouncer before making his way inside. He texted you a simple “I’m here”, you would know his typical meeting place and where to go. You were in the restroom when Matt texted, quickly replying “bathroom, be right out” before you sighed as you stared blankly at the wall. The line in the girls restroom always 100 times longer than it was for the guys.

Matt didn’t mind waiting, he checked some scores on his phone. Assuming that the line was long since girls love to use the buddy system when going to the bathroom. He scanned the crowd and enjoyed people watching, nodding his head and smiling softly as your friends gave him a wave from across the bar. He checked the time again, before glancing over towards the hallway to find you pushing past a crowd of girls to exit the restrooms. He chuckled to himself as he saw the frustration on your face, knowing you probably waited 20 minutes just to pee. He started to walk towards you but fell back as he noticed a guy stop you in your tracks.

“Can I help you?” You looked at the man a bit confused, you’d recognized him from the crowd of people, but hadn’t interacted with him much. He was out with a group of guys for someone’s birthday. You only knew that because they mentioned it to you and your friends at least 30 times. Definitely trying to help the birthday boy get laid. “I noticed you’d left your friends, I thought maybe my shot at getting to buy you a drink was gone.” You chuckled to yourself, why does this have to happen in front of Matthew?

“Oh, yeah, I’m actually on my way out. So, maybe another time. Sorry.” You try to excuse yourself but he moves with you, cutting you off. “Oh come on, one more drink isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Or if you want we could go somewhere else, just the two of us and get a drink.” He had a cocky grin on his face as you looked at him in disgust. He was clearly drunk, and wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. You looked at Matt standing just a few feet away, a concerned look on his face as he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Look, I’m not interested, okay?” He scoffed as he seemed to be a bit insulted by your comment. “Not interested, you and your friends were dancing right up against our group all night. I saw the way you were eyeing all of us guys, I’d say you were interested sweet heart.” You gagged at the smell of alcohol on his breath as he got closer to you. “Yeah news flash buddy, it’s a small fucking bar. My option was dancing right next to people or on the bar.”

As you tried walking past him to get to Matt, you felt a tight grip on your wrist pull you back, “That sounds hot, can you put on a show just for me?” His hands attempted to grab more than just your wrists but before you could react Matt was already stepping in, pulling the guy away from you and pinning him to the wall by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her like that.”

You were a bit taken aback at the way Matt stepped in. Sure he’d protected you from dumb drunk guys before, but never like this. His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the collar of the man’s shirt. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it huh? What are you her little brother or something? Ain’t no way you’re banging a bitch like that.” Matt’s grip tightened on his collar as he pushed him harder into the wall, “what did you just call her?!” His voice louder, drawing a bit of attention, thankfully none yet from the bouncer.

“A bitch, and what are you gonna do about it?” The drunk dumbass laughed in Matt’s face and you knew this wouldn’t end well.

Before you could step in, Matt’s fist connected with the guy's jaw, causing him to stumble to the floor. Before pulling himself together and running off to the restroom.

“Fuck!”

Matt shook his hand as he winced, immediately realizing he fucked up but his anger got the best of him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. Thank god no one seemed to really notice the altercation that just took place.

The walk to the car was quiet as Matt was still fuming, you simply climbed into the passenger in silence. He gripped the steering wheel tight with his good hand as he peeled out of the parking lot. You sat next to him, studying his face to see when it might be a good time to say something. Blue and purple started to appear across the knuckles on the hand that threw the punch as he let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a soft laugh as you rested a hand on his thigh, softly holding his bruised hand, careful not to hurt him. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong? You stepped in as I would’ve hoped you would the second that guy put his hands on me. Don’t be sorry for that!” He seemed to relax at your touch, so you kept your hand on his, slowly brushing your thumb over his skin to attempt to calm him down.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, the two of you heading back to Matt’s apartment since he had to be up early for practice. You kept your eyes on him, studying the look on his face, wishing you were in his head to know what the heck he was thinking. He took your hand in his as you two walked through the quiet parking garage, then headed up the elevator.

You knew your way around his place, first going to his room to grab an oversized t-shirt to throw on before heading to the bathroom to take off your makeup. Matt was sweet enough to go out and buy you your own toiletries to keep at his place. Including your makeup remover and even your 4 step skincare routine.

Matt came to join you in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He smiled at the sight of you as he leaned against the wall: your hair in a messy bun, his oversized Seattle Thunderbirds t shirt covering you up enough while still giving him a good view of your legs. “What?” You chuckled as you tried not to choke on the tooth paste threatening to fall from your lips. He just shook his head, “Just glad nothing bad happened to you tonight. I’m glad I was there.” He took your hand, his fingers fiddling with yours, “I just kept thinking what if i wasn’t there, I couldn’t handle it if anything would’ve happened.”

You looked at him in the mirror, relief and exhaustion covered his face. “I’m really glad you were there too, but I really hope we don’t end up with a possible scandal on our hands.” You started laughing as you exited the bathroom, Matthew following suit. “New York Rangers rookie Matthew Rempe gets in a bar fight over a girl.” You spoke in a sarcastic newscaster voice as you made your way to the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas to tend to Matt’s fist bearing the proof of his heroic actions at the bar.

Matt chuckled along with you before wincing at the feeling of the cold bag on his hand, “If it happens, so be it, I was ready to knock that son of a bitch out after what he said to you.” You shot him a glare, “Matthew Rempe. Absolutely not, I am not worth you getting in trouble with the team because of a dumb bar fight.” He walked over to you, now the one shooting you a glare. His arms rested on either side of your waist as he gripped the edge of the counter. “Y/n, yes you fucking are.” You shot him a look as he swiftly picked you up and sat you on the island in front of him. A cocky grin coming across his face at how caught off guard you were, gripping his biceps tight as his hands now moved to rest on your thighs. “I’d fight 20 guys at the bar if they put their hands on you and said shit like that guy tonight.” His tone now more serious, his smirk fading as you two stared at one another for what seemed like an hour. The voice in your head screaming at you, this is your what if moment. Take it or leave it, but it may never come again. What if he’s trying to confess his feelings, what if he’s trying to make a move but he’s too scared. What if you just beat him to the punch. What if-

Before your brain could even rationalize a thought or an action, you felt Matt’s lips crash into yours. His hands cupping your face as yours snaked up his neck to grab a handful of his hair. The kiss like fireworks and a weight being lifted off your shoulders all at once. He began to smile into the kiss, before pulling away with a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly what every girl wants. The guys she’s been dreaming of kissing to pull away laughing!” You rolled your eyes and frowned at him as a look of shock washed over his face. “Been dreaming of kissing huh??? I knew it!” You immediately turned red, covering your face with your hands, though Matt found it extremely cute.

His hands gripping your thighs before lifting you off the counter, “It’s okay, i get it. I’m sure there’s lots of girls out there who dream of kissing me.” “Matt! Shut up!” You laughed as he carried you down the hall into his room, tossing you on the bed while he finally changed out of his jeans and sweatshirt. “Hey, listen…if you’re interested, maybe we could work something out so that you can be the only girl who gets to kiss me from now on. How does that sound?”

You barely heard him, too busy staring as he stood in just his underwear in front of you. Your eyes tracing every detail of him before his laugh interrupted your thoughts. “Damn, one kiss and all of sudden you’re just head over heels huh?” You pull a pillow over your face out of embarrassment as you feel the bed sink beneath his weight. Matthew now hovering above you as he pulls the pillow away from your face.

He brushed some hair from your face as your fingers play with his chain hanging from his neck, “you really want to kiss me and only me from now on?” You blushed as he shook his head laughing at you, “of course you goof! That’s all I’ve wanted for like the last 5 years, probably even longer!” You felt yourself trying to fight a smile, though you were sure your cheeks were bright red, letting Matt know you liked his response.

He laid next to you as you continued to play with his chain, now resting on his chest. His thumb tracing circles on your thigh as you smiled like a dork to yourself, your heart bursting with excitement that all your what ifs had come true.

“So if I agree to this-“ you say up, trying to pull a serious face as you looked down at him. His hands still glued to your thighs, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you now. “Do I get a cute custom Rempe jean jacket or something to wear to your games? Like I wanna be decked out and I want people to know that I'm the only girl you’re kissing from now on.” Matt rolled his eyes and laughed at your change of tone, as you babbled on and on about your ‘conditions’ should you agree to this. But he loved the thought of you in a Rempe jacket at his games, getting to see afterwards and kiss you like crazy after a big win, to have you be his biggest fan cheering him on every night. Even though you already were, now it would be more special.

“Listen.”

Matt cut you off as he pulled you into his lap, his hand pulling your face to his as he kissed you. This time the kiss was soft, as he took his time to really take in the feeling of finally getting to kiss you and be this close to you. “If you be my girlfriend, I’ll get you whatever jacket you want, I’ll get you the best seats at the Garden for my games, you name it. Just make me the happiest guy ever and be my girlfriend!” You laughed at how he begged like a little kid who couldn’t contain their excitement.

“Yes-“ you peppered his face with a hundred kisses, “Matthew Rempe, I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for letting my dog attack another dog?

Titolo might be a bit dramatic but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s why I’m sending this. So a few months ago, my neighbor got a new dog. Cute little guy, Terrier of some kind, idk I never asked. Thing is, he has NEVER had this dog on a leash. Which is whatever if you have a yard for the dog to play in, but he doesn’t! None of us do! It’s a condo! So every time someone has to take their dog out at the same time this unleashed dog is out, they have to deal with this dog going for the fucking ankles of both the human and the other dog. And the whole time, the owner just stands there cracking up. Because haha, small dog is being aggressive, isn’t that funny?

Thing is, I also have a small dog, Gigi. She admittedly has tried to pick fights with dogs bigger than her, but it’s usually only dogs in other condos? I don’t know maybe she can’t tolerate that not all dogs live where she lives. Either way, the big dogs are literally on the other side of the parking lot, so they usually ignore her. Then I use her leash to pull her away, because I know that if you bring a dog outside it should be in a leash.

I say all of that to say that Gigi only picks fights with bigger dogs. She completely ignores dogs her size. Which means that she ignores the Terrier off leash. Which makes it even worse when she’s literally just minding her damn business, and the other dog will bolt over and start trying to attack Gigi. I pull her out of the way and pick her up, but then we have to go back home early, because the dickhead owner will refuse to bring his dog inside after he tries to attack another dog.

The same thing happened tonight- taking the dog out, Terrier was off leash, Terrier starts rushing Gigi. But this time, I was tired of this shit. So instead of pulling Gigi away, I let her fight back. And it turns out, this terrier loves to nip, but doesn’t exactly like being nipped back. The dog yelps and runs back to the owner, who’s coming over to me pissed off. But I pointed out that he was supposed to have his damn dog on a leash in the first place, so he shut up and stormed off.

I felt pretty good about letting Gigi stop being picked on and talking back to someone else, but my mom is saying that I should have just pulled Gigi away like normal, cause now the owner might return the dog or get in trouble. I don’t know, I feel bad for the dog that got nipped, but I can’t work up the energy to feel bad for the owner. AITA?

Also some added pet tax. I have significantly worse pics because this is the least photogenic dog in existence, but I found some decent ones for yall

What are these acronyms?

[shitsndgiggs]

Hey. Request for kenan here.

I was thinking something in the lines of kenan and reader being in the same big friend group and kenan having a major crush on her like started off as a small crush and ended up practically in love with her and it just kept getting worse with being around and all that. Anyways and i imagine like everyone in the group knowing but the reader being absolutely cluless.

So thats like the build up but then maybe reader starts seeing this guy who treats here badly but she keeps seing him and the group gets to know and idk kenan just explodes and confesses cos he gets carried away. Idk like just a bunch of angst and stuff but i want it to end cute.

Maybe reader used to like him but shot it down long ago cos she thought he would never go dor soemone kike her

A/N: Not a lot of angst but I still hope you enjoy it

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU - KENAN YILDIZ

When Kenan sees you being treated horribly by your ‘boyfriend’ he just has to do something about it

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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Being in the same friend group meant I saw Kenan all the time. I always enjoyed his company — his easy smile, his endless wit, the way he seemed to always be looking out for everyone. But I never let myself think of him that way.

I mean, why would I? Kenan was charming, confident, and the kind of guy that seemed to be out of my league.

Besides, I’d moved on. I was dating someone else now. Even if that someone else was… complicated.

Tonight, we were all out at a local bar, and for once, our entire friend group was together. Kenan sat across from me, his eyes always drifting over, like he was checking on me.

I would catch his gaze from time to time, and he’d quickly look away, as if he’d been caught. I didn’t think much of it.

But I could feel the tension tonight — and I knew it wasn’t just in my head. Things were off. Maybe it was because I had brought him — the guy I’d been seeing, who was charming one minute and cold the next.

Tonight, he was on one of his cold streaks, barely looking at me, responding with clipped words, and finding every excuse to make a passive-aggressive comment.

The group had met him before, but this was their first time seeing how he really was. I could feel their eyes on us, like they were waiting for something to happen. I tried to pretend I didn’t notice.

“Why did you even pick this place?” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for everyone to hear. “It’s dead in here. You could’ve at least picked somewhere fun.”

I bit back a retort, trying to keep things civil. “I just thought it would be nice to hang out with everyone,” I replied, keeping my tone light.

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, next time, maybe actually pick something good."

I felt my cheeks flush, embarrassed and frustrated, but I forced a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kenan's expression darken as he watched the exchange.

“Maybe you should just leave if you’re so unhappy,” Kenan commented, trying to sound casual, but there was an edge to his voice. I looked at him, surprised by the boldness in his tone.

The guy glared at him. “No one’s talking to you, man. Mind your business.”

Kenan’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything more, his gaze flickering back to me with concern. I felt a surge of something — gratitude, maybe — but pushed it down. I didn’t need anyone to fight my battles.

Still, his words left me feeling more flustered, more aware of the tension in the air. Trying to escape, I stood up. "I’m going to the bathroom," I announced, hoping to find a moment of peace.

I’d barely made it halfway down the hall when I felt a hand on my arm, pulling me into a quiet corner. I turned, startled to find Kenan standing there, his expression serious, eyes burning with intensity.

“Kenan, what the hell?” I asked, confused by his sudden urgency.

He didn’t let go, his grip tightening slightly. "Why are you with him?” he demanded, his voice low and angry.

I frowned, taken aback by the sudden confrontation. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that guy,” he snapped, glancing back toward the table. “He’s treating you like crap, and you’re just… letting him.”

“Kenan, it’s not that simple,” I protested, though his words hit closer to home than I wanted to admit.

“It is that simple,” he argued, stepping closer, his voice rising in frustration. “He doesn’t deserve you! He doesn’t even care about you; it’s like you’re some accessory to him, just someone to have around!”

My heart pounded in my chest, my emotions swirling. “Why do you even care, Kenan?” I shot back, my voice sharper than I intended. “Why are you so worked up?”

“Because I… because I care about you!” he exclaimed, his hands flying up in exasperation. “You deserve so much more than some guy who makes you feel like you’re not enough!”

“Then who deserves me, huh?” I challenged, my voice breaking. “No one?!”

Kenan’s expression changed, something snapping in his eyes. “Me!” he almost shouted. “I deserve you! I could treat you better than him—better than anyone!”

Before I could even process his words, he stepped forward, his hand slipping behind my neck, and he pulled me toward him.

His lips crashed against mine, urgent and desperate, his kiss filled with all the frustration, all the longing that had been building between us for so long.

I froze for a second, my mind going blank, then melted into the kiss, every inch of my body responding to him, to this. His fingers tightened against my neck, anchoring me to him as if he was afraid I might slip away.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, his eyes searching my face. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered, his voice raw and vulnerable. “I’ve been trying to hold back because… because I thought you’d reject me.”

“Kenan,” I murmured, my hands gripping his shirt, “I wanted you too, but I didn’t think you’d ever see me like that.”

His lips curved into a small, disbelieving smile. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been in love with you since forever.”

And just like that, the world around us seemed to fade, everything narrowing down to just this moment, just him. Maybe I’d been blind, or maybe I’d just been scared, but now I could see it so clearly.

I smiled back, my heart full. “Well, now that you’ve finally confessed, what are you going to do about it?” I teased, my voice light but my heart heavy with emotion.

He laughed, a sound filled with relief and happiness, and pulled me into another kiss. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of plans,” he murmured against my lips. “And they all start with you.”

[or0ch1maru]

So lately I’ve been noticing I get sudden urges to bite things I think are cute. I think it’s called cute aggression? But anywho, how do you think the Akatsuki members would react to their S/O biting them out of the blue as a means of showing affection. Or someone who doesn’t communicate in the normal way and uses more touchy-feely means of communication?

Omg this is so freaking cute. What’s funny is, I’ve been having the same urges too. One day I’m like let me sink my teeth into Tobi’s arm(only if he was real) but on a real note, I’m feeling sm better. I’m still stuffed up but that can’t be helped lol

Warnings: mention of head, sexual innuendoes(just had to spice this up just a lil bit)

Hidan:

•idk why or when this thought came into my mind but I fully believe Hidan gets turned on when bitten. (Please tell me at least one of you see that too)

•anyway, when he figures out it’s an affectionate thing, you know damn well he’d show off his bite marks from you with pride.

•if he hasn’t felt your teeth sink into him at least once a day, he’ll get worried. Feeling that suddenly you don’t care for him. And he’ll cling to you until you bite him or at least give him some kind of reassurance. (He’s a big softy)

Kakuzu:

•would be caught off guard at first and will most likely hit you with the good ole’ “the hell you doing?” Question. Kakuzu would watch with a raised eyebrow as you explain your reasonings but shrug it off

•just like Hidan, he wouldn’t care who saw the bite marks, or what assumptions people would come up with when noticed. He’d be content that you have your own special way of letting him know you love him

•Kakuzu would purposely go without his cloak, or shirt for that matter, leaving his arms fully exposed just for you. His large arms would wrap themselves around you, pinning you to him just to feel your teeth in his skin longer(would genuinely enjoy the pain, a good hurt he’d call it)

Konan:

•would let out a soft whimper or even a moan when she feels your teeth sink into her skin. Cheeks flushed when she discovered the reason behind your sudden chomp

•really enjoys when you bite her forearms or collar bone area. Despite your constant apologies for making her bleed once(it left a scar) Konan loves it. Runs her fingers over the spot daily. A reminder of her love waiting at home for her

•the act of biting May come off aggressive or sexual to others, but Konan considers it a kind and intimate gesture. A love without having to use words all the time makes her heart flutter and loves actions as she isn’t one to talk too much

Pain:

•his curiosity is peaked the very first time you do it, he goes over the many possibilities of what it could mean. He gives you a soft smile and a gentle caress when you tell him “you’re cute, can’t help it” as an answer

•loves, and I mean LOVES when you bite near his chakra rods. His skin is so sensitive there and it just does something to him. Sometimes you might end up with your face buried into the mattress or better yet, in his neck, sinking your teeth into him as he fucks you like his life depended on it

•loses his mind when he looks down and sees you look up at him with your adorable doe eyes while your teeth are locked in. (Your favorite place to hangout is under his desk while he works on planning missions and tasks so time to time youll chomp his thigh or the one hand that sits in his lap)

Tobi:

•lets out a yelp the first time it happens, catching the poor boy completely off his guard. “W-what was that for senpai?” He’d stutter out, looking down at you through the eye hole of his mask. “You think I’m cute? Really? Aww you’re so kind to Tobi”

•after that first time, he’ll encourage you to do it. Wanting it multiple times a day sometimes. On other occasions, he’ll tease you, and make you work for it. “You want to bite Tobi? You oughta catch me first” he’d explain before bolting down a random corridor

•now, if you happen to catch him when he’s in a mood, Tobi will turn to Obito so quickly. “Baby thinks I’m cute eh? Why don’t you show me how cute you really think I am” his tone turns almost stern as he guides you by the neck until you’re on your pretty little knees in front of him, the tip of his cock prodding the back of your throat

Zetsu:

•would be very confused at first, and would take a while to process the whole thing. “You really think I’m cute? But why bite me? That’s kinda backwards isn’t it?” Black Zetsu would ask. “It’s a form of a compliment. I understand now” white Zetsu would coo towards you

•Zetsu would pull you into his lap whenever he’s feeling a bit more needy, giving you silent permission to sink your lil teeth into him.

•wouldn’t care where you bite him, as long as you’re careful/gentle when it comes to his leaf’s? Pinchers? Prefers you stayed below his neck. Arms, chest, thighs, are acceptable places to him.

Kisame:

•just like Hidan, would probably assume it’s you Initiating sex, would be turned on right away and would most likely end up fucking you that first time. Would feel bad that it was a sign of affection and he turned it sexual.

•LOVES feeling you dig your teeth into his biceps. And has asked for you to make him bleed. Wants his upper arms to be littered in cute teeth scars. Kisame adores physical touch, and truly cherishes any form of intimacy you give him even if to others it may come of bizarre

•isn’t worried about being vocal. Will let out groans, grunts, and the occasional moan whenever you sink your pearly whites into his skin.

Itachi:

•realized from the very beginning what your bites meant and he fell in love with you all over again. Apart from having someone love him the way he’s craved it all his life, the way you SHOW him love is what sends him to the moon

•plays with your hair, rubs your back, or caresses the side of your face, as sit against him with his flesh between your teeth

•finds your biting to be angelic almost. The feelings that wash over him when you show your love for him makes him euphoric

Sasori:

•like Zetsu, he would be kinda confused at first, also trying to understand the science behind ‘cuteness aggression’

•Sasori would become concerned, hoping you don’t hurt your jaw or fuck up your teeth(since the man is a living puppet I couldn’t imagine him being considered ‘soft) but let’s just say he was soft and flesh like, he would be intrigued by the feeling

•I feel like he wouldn’t get turned on per se, but would definitely get some kind of thrill from it. Would love when you focus mostly on his neck or shoulders

Deidara:

•like Kisame, our explosive babe would be rather vocal about it. But he’d be more whiny. Whimpers, soft cries, whines would slip from his lips every time he feels your lips touch his skin and your teeth dig into him(deidara gets flustered so quickly when it comes to you)

•would be down and into the idea from the very beginning. Doesn’t even question you, just shrugs and encourages you.

•if you happen to bite him and he gets in the mood, which happens time to time because our baby is so enamored with you, i definitely think he mouth hands would come into play somehow.

Orochimaru

•who are we kidding? This man is INTO it. He loves sinking his fangs into you in general so when you turn around and do the same back, he’s so ready to put a ring on it.

•would beg and plea for you to leave scars on his skin and make him bleed. Wants you to nip and bite in places that are visible, but also doesn’t mind if you go for his chest

•his hands would find your hair, or would gently stroke your back whenever you decide to grace him with your biting. Orochimaru would feel honored that you find him cute enough that words can’t express it, that you have to do something physical to show it

I hope you enjoy this! I can’t wait to be sent more and more requests😩I’m loving everything I’ve been sent in! Love you all😘😘

[pearl-blue-musings]

Well I had a shitty day at this family reunion thing. Just got home and went to watch my fave's only scenes compilation and idk, the idea just exploded in me like, I have so much pent up aggression rn. Like if he so much as breathes next to me, imma start an argument.

"...you don't need to raise your voice."

"And you don't need to be annoying right now."

"....."

"whatever."

"You have a bit of an attitude tonight, what gives?"

"You wanna lecture me now too?"

"...too? What is wron--"

(SMOOCH)

-Penny

Oh my dear I’m so sorry you had a rough day!! I hope the last couple of days have treated you better!!

Shinsou was ready to welcome you home with open arms. He didn’t want to immediately tell you, but he saw the little mishap you had while out on patrol and knew you’d need some comfort. What he didn’t expect, though, was for you to be absolutely fuming when you came home.

You slam the door and kick off your shoes, grumbling under your breath. You throw your hero gear haphazardly around as the argument with your superior ran through your head again. “You idiot! Did you even get proper hero training? You’re just a measly sidekick! Save the true heroics for ranked heroes like me; am I clear? Don’t you EVER try to take away from my limelight and do what I tell you. Understand?”

You had tried to reason with him. “Sir,” you had said holding back tears, “there were innocent civilians in the way. I-I was trying to protect them! And-“

“And you ran into me! Know your fucking place!”

It was after he berated you your eyes were privy to the camera nearby. So of course, you wanted to come home and just decompress, do nothing, and contemplate your career choices. You’re about to throw another one of your bags on the ground when it’s caught midair by your boyfriend and fellow hero.

“Whoa there, kitten,” Shinsou chuckles, “what did the wall do to you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Hitoshi. I don’t wanna hear it.”

You push past him and he’s left frozen. He openly blinks, feeling any kind of sympathy for you running out. He grabs at your shoulder to turn you around, trying not to succumb to your cute angry pout. “You wanna run that by me again?” There was a hint of a growl in his voice. He knows you’re upset, but taking it out on him is where he draws the line.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes. “I don’t need another man telling me what to do, so back. Off.” Shinsou’s eyebrows raise, wanting to find ways to calm down but they aren’t coming at the moment. You have the right to feel what you feel, but you don’t take it out on the home you two share.

“Maybe if you did what you were supposed to do, this wouldn’t have happened.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, he knew he was fucked.

Your jaw drops and your eyebrows furrow. “Oh fuck you, you’re an underground hero so what would you know?” Your arms wriggle to get free from his grasp and Shinsou eventually concede.

He scoffs and follows you to the bedroom. “What would I know? I at least know how to follow orders from my team leader. And to know if there’s cameras around when I’m getting berated like that.”

“So it’s my fault?!”

“I never said that, kitten.”

The space between you decreases as he approaches you slowly. “Don’t kitten me!” The two of you are close enough that you can look up to him and poke his chest. You see that toothy, sexy grin of his as he towers over you.

“Tch, kitten.”

“You motherf-“

He silences your rebuttal with a needy and sloppy kiss, his hands cupping your neck to bring you closer to him. Your hands wrap around his waist and start to tug at the hem of his shirt. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing and tongues darting in and out. The kiss ends abruptly when you finally get his shirt off and he’s able to see your eyes, alight with a fiery passion he seldom sees from you.

He smirks. “You just wanted to get fucked after a bad day didn’t you, kitten?”

The purr in his voice goes straight to your inner thighs and you nod sheepishly. He grabs at your ass before unceremoniously pushing you onto the bed. “Good,” he whispers in your ear, “I was hoping I could fuck away your frustration.”

[ilooklikeaburntchickenugget]

helloo! idk if youre taking requests, but if you do i was thinking of revenge era gee with fem reader who is also a well know singer. like shes on tour and does some festival mcr is playing at and shes really mainstream so the guys dont have high expectations on her music but then they watch her play and they're like "fuck, she actually does know what shes doing" and somehow her and gee exchange numbers and start texting all day long bc theyre both on tour

idk if this makes any sense tbh.

i saw one picture of ts on the red tour that looks like if it was taken with a shitty flip phone and thought of this somehow

anyway, feel free to ignore this and have a good day :D

Title: Happily Ever Accident

A/N: Hey y'all I know it's been actually forever but I saw this in my inbox and thought it was cute so managed to somehow write this amidst midterms season. Idk how but it happened. It's also not thoroughly proof-read because tbh I'm tried and lazy right now. But here's some content for y'all for once. Also, side note, but as I was writing this I was visioning reader as a Sabrina Carpenter-esc figure. Just in the sense of popularity, stage presence, etc. Pairing: Gerard Way (circa mid-2005) x F!PopStar!Reader Word count: 7,978 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of insecurity

Low expectations. The constant standard he had set for almost every single festival his band was expected to play.

It wasn’t that Gerard didn’t like other people’s music, or festivals for that matter, but considering the label had cornered them into a small handful of non-genre restrictive ones he was annoyed. The culture, the vibes, the people- this was not his place. Not his band’s place, for that matter.

But commercialism was the name of the game, he had learned that early on. He was lucky enough the label had allowed their last album to be artistically driven by him, from songs and lyrics to the artwork on the cover. But there is always a quid-pro-quo in the entertainment industry. And playing at a mainstream festival was apparently one of them.

They wouldn’t have agreed to this had their last music video not gone over budget by a significant amount, and now they were paying the price. On top of that the label had encouraged them to be in public, watch other bands play from the VIP tents. Gerard narrowly lost his shit after trying time and time again explain that they needed time to prep for their show, get in the proper mindset, and that would take all the morning into late afternoon when they were finally on. The label exec begged to differ, giving no ultimatum.

“Fucking hell, if we have to listen to another fucking basic pop artist I’m going to lose my mind.” Frank sighed walking through the festival grounds. The group was by no means blending in, as three security guards stood around them and they could easily hear and see people left and right gawking at them as if they were circus animals.

“Good fucking luck with that.” Ray replied. He was never the sarcastic type, if anything he was the most mature and level-headed. So when he had enough, everyone knew it was bad.

“We have one more.” Gerard too sighed, sticking his hands aggressively in his jean pockets. “Then we’re off the fucking hook.” The group took sighs of relief out of sync.

“Who is it?” Frank asked, seeming halfway curious.

“Uh-“ Gerard stopped, checking his phone to see what their manager had texted them. “Great. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Fuck me.” Frank sighed. “My head is going to fucking explode. Listen, I like all music, but I cannot do this much commercial, manufactured pop.”

“I don’t know, her stuff doesn’t seem as bad as some of the others.” Mikey chimed in for the first time.

“How would you know? I’ve only heard her shit in Targets.” Frank speedily replied.

“Social media, I guess. Enough sound clips from her songs have blown up to make them pretty hard to miss.”

“I’m still keeping my expectations low.” Frank shrugged.

“It’s the last one, try to be somewhat positive.” Ray replied halfheartedly.

“We’re never going over budget on anything again.” Gerard quickly added, turning a corner to the next stage’s area. “I can’t fucking do this.”

She got nervous before shows. She was great at hiding it. But in the last few weeks every festival she was playing had crowds growing bigger and bigger. From what her manager had communicated to her approximately two minutes ago, she had the biggest recorded crowd so far for the second day.

Staring at herself in the mirror of the green room, she pushed every bad thought out of her mind. She even closed her eyes and imagined all the bad energy within her swooping out of her body in swirls of dust and being replaced with positive rays of sunshine. It might’ve been stupid, but it worked.

She opened her eyes, putting on her signature smile, looked herself up and down, reminded herself that she was incredibly sexy at the moment, and b-lined it for the door.

Anxiety be damned, her ambitions had gotten her this far and would get her further, she knew that much. She was happy at this point to be thrown into the group of “pop girlies” currently dominating the charts, because it meant she was catering to an already large fan base, and proving others wrong in their assumptions too.

Give a girl some platform boots, a tight outfit where the tops integrity around her chest was questionable, and a microphone- then you’ve got a pop star.

Gerard stood there amazed. He could not fucking believe it.

Three songs in and he was mesmerized. He wasn’t sure if he was more shocked with her or himself. He was trying to rack his brain for reasons to not like this, and blank answers came up time and time again.

To begin with, her songs were substantially above average for pop. They had creative instrumentals, catchy sounds, and her lyrics were truly the star of the show.

But then he took into account her as a person. She was quite attractive, sure. He had seen her enough online and in magazines to see at least that much, but he was sure most of the male population and a decent amount of the female population also saw that. But here, in this light, in that tight little outfit that showed off all the right things just enough to give a good idea, but still leave a good amount to the imagination, he was falling head over heels.

He was almost flustered with her perfection in his eyes, having to catch himself to make sure wasn’t staring like a dog at a bone. After all, there were enough people around to know him and take photos, which would lead to massive and weird speculation online that he simply didn’t want to deal with.

And her stage presence was empowering. She was confident, not selfish. She was sexy as much as she was innocent. She was clear in her intentions and messages, just as much when she left some ideas not fully complete to leave people longing and wondering.

Suddenly he understood all the teenage girls in the audience. She was fucking incredible.

“Told you.” Mikey said next to him with a smirk. It was hard for Gerard to look away from her, but he did. “Don’t always believe stereotypes man. You out of all people should know better.”

“That really wasn’t so bad after all.” Frank shrugged as the group walked back to their own green room, hidden in an array of tents set up on the edge of the festival grounds.

“Yeah, but standing in the heat for that long was exhausting.” Ray commented next, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He was always tense until they got all the equipment set up and knew everything was going to go right.

“I don’t know man, that last show kinda rocked.” Mikey responded. “Been trying to tell you guys that not all pop artists are that bad.”

“Well, a lot of them are.” Frank quickly rebutted. “However, you are right, that last one was incredible. I just thought having a girlfriend who obsesses over pop music had gotten to your head.” Mikey rolled his eyes.

Gerard was silent, partially because he didn’t really have anything to say, and partially because he was hanging on to the last show. He learned through years of art school and sketching under cubicle lights that some of the best art was clear as day yet still left you thinking. That was how he felt at the moment. Dwelling in the really astounding feeling he had.

She had single handedly proved a lot of his fallacies wrong. And he saw with his very eyes how she managed to go from half the crowd being into her to the master tools her voice and movement had that puppeteer the crowd like a pro. Who was he kidding though- she clearly was a pro.

Turning a corner he was so lost in his thoughts, his body in auto drive and his vision turned to the cement ground. He knew he needed to stop thinking soon, get in the right headspace for his own show- and then he bumped into something.

His body lost a bit of its control as his right arm collided with something a bit smaller than him. Suddenly he regained all his consciousness as his stabled his footing again, turning his body to see what it was.

And there, low and behold, in those damn platform boots and an oversized hoodie that went so far down her thighs it was a dress, was the very woman who had captured his mind just minutes ago. She was lingering within him, and now she was right here.

Fate works in strange ways.

“Shit, I’m so sorry-“ She began, regaining her own balance as she clearly took more of a hit than he did given that she was shorter and had boots that, despite looking like they weighed a ton, he doubted helped to ground her any more.

“No, that was my fault.” He quickly interrupted, growing embarrassed as she looked up and he realized he had managed to be rude to her in the last 30 seconds not once but twice. “I should’ve been looking out.”

“Me too.” She calmly replied with a small smile, handing this with so much grace and calmness compared to his internal panic.

This close she managed to look even better than on the screens. Photos and videos didn’t do her beauty justice. She looked almost like a doll- near perfect features, beautiful hair, and a smile that was so comforting and cute and graceful. Her makeup was almost as perfect as it was when she went on, but her mascara was ever so smeared around the corner of her eyes, her lipstick fading, and hell- his mind couldn’t help but wander to a place where he wondered what it would be like if he had put her in this state. And then he shut those thoughts up as quickly as they appeared, choosing instead to wonder how anyone could be more perfect.

“I um- I better get going and leave you guys to get to your show.” She quickly said, but froze up not even a moment later, her eyes growing wide with embarrassment of her own. “Shit that was weird wasn’t it? I don’t know you but- well I do, kinda, but like not personally. I mean knowing your music and band and-“ she stopped talking not knowing what to say, her body almost shrinking in a sense of even more embarrassment. “Fuck. I’m gonna shut up now.”

Gerard gave a chuckle and a smile of his own. He felt better now that both of them felt embarrassed.

“No, it’s okay.” He replied. “We’re just coming from your show, actually.” Somehow she froze even more. He could tell under that huge gray hoodie her muscles had tensed further.

“Oh, uh, I hope you enjoyed it.” She softly smiled, polite but seeming almost nervous. Why was he so bad about talking to women, especially pretty ones?

“It was phenomenal, actually.” He replied, nervous himself and instinctively rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands. There was already a thin layer of sweat connecting back there from standing in the heat for so long. But he didn’t care about that nor how he would survive the heat on his stage later- all he cared about right now was not completely fucking up this interaction with the woman in front of him.

“Are you just saying that to be nice?” She asked with a pouty lip as she clearly questioned the integrity of his response. He rapidly shook his head.

“No, of course not. I don’t lie- ever. If anything I went into the show not knowing much- not in a bad way, I mean kinda in an ignorant way if I’m being honest, and you just- fuck, man, the way you controlled that crowd was so exciting and empowering. It truly was incredible.”

Her face looked like a damn puppy dog begging for a treat. If he weren’t human he would have definitely melted by that look. Big eyes and a genuine smile, her cheeks big and emphasizing her reaction.

“That’s really sweet, thank you so much.” She replied, yet again with grace that he wished he had in these moments. “I um- while I would love to talk more I need to take a shower. I feel so sticky and just- gross. But it was really nice talking to you. And thanks so much for watching me, I really appreciate the feedback.”

His heart broke just a bit.

“Yeah, of course.” He replied, and before he could think he blurted out. “You’re more than welcome to come to ours as well, I mean I’m sure you have the artist VIP tent access, but if you wanna get closer I can definitely arrange a barricade pass for you.”

Her eyes lit up and glowed in a way he wished he could see every single day.

“That’s amazing!” She replied. “Would it be selfish to ask for one more too? My best friend is here and she likes you guys too-“

“Consider it done.” He smiled as she smiled back. “I’ll have my manager send them over to your trailer.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” She replied.

“It’s the least I can do. Returning the favor of watching your show and providing feedback.”

“Does that mean I need to take notes for yours and give them to you too?” She asked with a playful smile. Just now he noticed the water bottle in her hand with a straw as she took a sip and damn- he quickly erased all the dirty thoughts that rushed into his mind before it was too late.

“Only if you want to.” Where had this confidence in him come from? He didn’t even know. But right now it was working, and that was all that mattered. Yet again, his body thought before his mind as he said, “Give me your number and we can arrange a meetup. To, ya know, exchange notes and whatnot.”

She seemed flustered, but hid it well. However, the red blush growing on her cheeks and her face that froze yet again for a mere moment told him maybe she wasn’t all that good at this either. But hey, there was a learning opportunity for both of them, he supposed.

“Sure.” She said, as he grabbed his phone, handing it to her as she quickly typed it in.

Y/F/N Y/L/N it read on his screen, the line of numbers under it.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/F/N.” He smiled.

“You too-“ She said, but stopped herself. “I know your first name but I don’t want to say it before you do because that’s creepy.”

He let out a genuine laugh.

“Gerard.” He said.

“Gerard.” She replied. “I’ll see you later, Gerard.”

“So what you’re telling me is Gerard Way wants to fuck you?” Lacey asked her. But she supposed this is why people had best friends- to be both supportive, honest, and borderline crude all at the same time.

“I don’t know if he wants to fuck me-“

“He wants to ‘exchange notes’ on your shows? Code words for ‘come back to my trailer and let’s have sex’.” She said with confidence, sitting down and scrolling through her own phone as Y/F/N changed into a solid black hoodie and jeans to not make her presence obvious. Their show was not about her, and she hoped her presence wouldn’t make it about her.

“Well, I don’t just fuck guys. And I’ll be happy to tell him that if he tries. But he seemed very sweet, and all the interviews of him lean towards him being a very nice guy.” Y/F/N responded quickly, borderline defensive.

“Nice guys can have hookups too, ya know.” Lacey said. She wasn’t wrong, but Y/F/N swore this felt different.

“Regardless, that’s not happening with me.”

“Preach, sister.” Lacy said with a bit of pop in her voice. “If what you’re saying is true, it did sound like you have him wrapped around your finger.”

“We talked for like two minutes. I barely know him, he barely knows me.” Y/F/N rolled her eyes, expertly reapplying her lip gloss in a small mirror.

“Do you know that amount of men after your shows that would fall on their knees and beg for you?” Lacey asked, finally looking up from her phone to make eye contact in the mirror.

“Whatever.” Y/F/N sighed. “I’m just excited we have barricade to a My Chem show. How long have we been wanting to see them?”

“A solid year.” Lacey admitted, standing up to find her shoes. “I’m still not over Gerard Way wanting to fuck you, though.”

Y/F/N was sure rumors would be circulating by morning. As soon as she entered the VIP barricade area alongside Lacey, there was a sudden eruption of screams, and as she looked over a sea of phones were taking photos and videos of her. She gave a polite smile and wave before turning back around towards the stage, hoping as soon as the band got on the attention was going to divert away from her.

Damn her for thinking having a black hoodie on with the hood up would prevent this.

Within minutes though, as the lights on the stage went pitch black and screams from the entire crowd erupted she knew that finally she could just enjoy seeing a band she really liked play from right in front of her. Perks of being a pop star or whatever.

She had to admit that the in-person performance easily knocked any of the recorded ones she saw online out of the fucking park. And while Gerard Way had always been objectively attractive, and happened to be the skinny sad white boy that was her type for whatever reason, he looked really attractive in this light. Like a new skin of confidence took over him. Maybe it was the tight black skinny jeans or fake bullet proof vest with no shirt on under it that perfectly sculpted his lightly muscular arms- and damn the hands. Masculine hands were one of her weaknesses. And his very much fit into that category.

So did she have any notes after the show? No, actually. It was exactly what she had expected, but two fold. She was left amazed and energized as they walked off.

If he really wanted to compare notes with her he was going to be sorely disappointed in the lack of notes she had.

That night did not end with them sharing notes about the others show. Instead, it ended with them sitting on a grassy patch of the festival grounds when it emptied out talking about anything and everything. Gerard had quickly realized how multi-faceted of a person Y/F/N was. Every preconceived notion he had of her was torn down by her random knowledge about random things, her admissions to cringey teen phases she had, cute childhood stories, dichotomy of family and how difficult that could be to navigate.

She was fucking perfect inside and out. And he knew he couldn’t lose her.

In an assertive nature he decided to text her more through the next week. She was on tour in one town, and he was in another. But that didn’t matter. Every other day, or three days apart maximum, they would call from their hotel rooms, or from outside his bus, and talk. About everything. Their days, their histories. What they ate, what they did or didn’t like, who they saw, where they were next, what they wanted to do, asking the other about cool things to do in the city they were in for that day.

And finally, a little less than two weeks after they met, they had that talk.

“So what are we?” She asked over the phone, sitting on her bed and nervously picking at her brightly colored nails. She needed to know before she got too attached and her heart broken further down the line when she was way deeper in than she was now. Not that rejection now wouldn’t hurt- she was trying to save herself from more potential hurt later.

“Seeing each other?” He asked. “I mean, no pressure- we can always take it slower.“

“I would like for us to be ‘seeing each other’.” She replied with a smile growing on her face.

“Great, then we’re seeing each other.” He decided, she could hear the small smile in his own voice despite not seeing him.

“We have a four day break coming up.” He mentioned on a call. A few weeks had blown by, and things felt very normal between them given how abnormal their situation was.

“Okay.” She replied simply, wanting him to go on.

“I want to come see you, if that’s okay.”

“Okay.” She replied again, not hesitant- but a mixture of excited and logistically starting to play a mind puzzle about how this was going to work.

“Just okay?” He asked, now sounding more hesitant himself but equally as confused.

“No, I just mean- like, yes, please come, I really want to see you, but if people see us together again, I think it will kinda be obvious. I- it’s not that I don’t want to show you off, but I kinda like the direction we’re going in now. I don’t want public speculation or opinion to fuck that up.”

Even in a fucking baseball cap and sunglasses at her show, people would grow suspicious of that figure in the secluded family/friends area. They would equally as quickly figure out, judging by the firestorm online caused by her presence at their show the night they met, who it was. And then they would be official without actually saying anything. Just by being together.

She wouldn’t mind being official to the public, eventually. But she wanted more time to have just them to herself.

“I can stand off to the side behind the stage.” He offered.

“Your view is gonna suck.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Okay then.” She replied affirmatively.

“Okay?” He asked for clarification.

“Yes, okay.” She softly smiled with a giggle. “Come to the shows, I even have a hotel room booked one of the nights.”

“Oh fancy.” He replied with a chuckle. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

She shouldn’t have been nervous. He had seen her perform before.

Well once- the first time they met, and then twice on TV in the last few weeks since her career had managed to blow up even further. But this felt different. It was different.

She knew he could now have expectations of her. What if he didn’t like something, or got the ick from the way she danced or what if she fucked up? What if she tripped on stage for the first time or bumped into something or forgot a lyric or her voice went out-

“On in two.” She heard one of the stage techs say, peeking their head through her green room door. As if one queue, she heard a roar of screams from the direction of the stage, queueing that her little intro video had started. Despite still playing smaller venues, at least ones smaller than arenas, her label had actually been willing to put quite the production into her tour after realizing that her stage presence and personality was one of the things that charmed audiences so much.

She gave herself one final look over in the mirror. Her opening outfit was standard- a body con number decked out in black sequence with red accents and her infamous knee high boots that were plain leather, but that she had begun to notice were also being worn more commonly by fans to her shows. It was one of those trademark things that made her feel more like the pop star she was growing to be. At least the headlines called her that.

Taking her hands, she fluffed out her hair a bit more giving her light waves more volume, dropping them, closing her eyes, and reopening them in her stage persona.

She walked out of the door beginning her strut with the sense of confidence she only gained to this level when she knew she was going to be on stage. As she approached side stage, her bedazzled microphone with her initials on it in small rhinestones at the bottom was waiting for her with one of the stage assistance. She gave him a small smile and nod as a thank you, taking it delicately and wrapping her hand around it firmly.

Her in-ear monitored queued up with her sound guy, Jeremy, who gave her the 20 second warning. She allowed herself one final deep breath, realizing this was her time to shine. Even if he was here for the first time watching her as the guy she was seeing, and just generally in a new light, she recalled meeting him for the first time after a show, figuring if she could impress him once maybe she could do it again.

After all, the version of herself that managed to get his attention in the first place was the one who was about to step into the spotlight in a mere three seconds.

Sweaty, hot, tired, worn, happy. The best ways to describe how she felt almost every night coming off stage.

She felt great about this show. The crowds she was dealing with were getting better at each stop, she figured it was venues being sold out and her rapid growth as an artist that was to thank for their enthusiasm and their increased screaming of her own lyrics back to her.

But what made this show so special was seeing him in one of the boxes up and over from the crowd. He kept a low profile with a plain t-shirt and baseball cap, standing next to Lacey through the entire duration, but the occasional eye contact they made was what kept her going.

He was always at least smiling at her. If not he was beaming, or nodding, swaying to the music, and her favorite was when he was so focused on just her that she caught his lower lip being bitten, his eyes glued straight onto her. She knew she always had most if not all of the crowd in a trance- but tonight his attention was the one she really wanted.

She giggled at something her manager had said as they walked through the back hallways of the venue, sipping on her bottled water through a straw and trying to regain as much hydration and energy as possible. As the turned a corner toward the green room, she paused and gave a big toothy smile as she saw him at the end of the hallway.

There was Gerard, still in his relatively incognito outfit, and a full smile as their eyes met. As fast as she could manage to run in her boots, she made her way down the hall and collided with his torso, breaking out into a fit of giggles as he hugged her back.

“Did you like it?” She asked first, letting her chin fall on his chest as she looked up at him with big doe eyes hoping for a good answer.

“You fucking killed it.” He said affirmatively with a smile, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. “You’re absolutely insane out there. Such a natural- fuck, I wish I had half the confidence and ability you do when I’m on stage.”

“Oh stop it!” She playfully and lightly hit his shoulder as she backed away to walk back to her room with him. In the process he swiftly grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers which made her smile even more. “Don’t give yourself any less credit- you’re a fucking beast on stage.” He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the head.

“But nothing like you.” He replied, holding the door open for her as they entered back in so she could change.

She quickly and stealthily changed into a shirt and sweatpants, sitting down to take her makeup off, or at least that’s what she would typically do. But as she sat and looked at herself in the vanity mirror, catching a glimpse of him in the back scrolling on his phone, she wasn’t so sure she felt all that confident with him in person without all of this on.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, catching her in a trance. Damn, why did he have to be so good on picking up these things?

“Nothing.” She said with a soft smile. His body language with a raised eyebrow implied he definitely did not believe that. “I just- should I take my makeup off?” She asked turning to him. He gave her an even more confused look.

“Is it what you normally do?” He asked and she nodded. “Then yeah, take your makeup off.” She didn’t move, still staring at him. “Baby, what’s wrong- actually?” She groaned.

“It’s so stupid.” She admitted, now looking away from him. “I just- I don’t want you to like, I don’t know, not like me without this on.”

He looked a bit shocked and confused at look, but it quickly melted into sympathy.

“Sweetheart, take your makeup off.” He requited with a sweet tone. “I promise you, I will not view you any differently without makeup on. That is such a minor thing. And I’m not with you for your looks- I mean, you are fucking gorgeous- but that’s with or without makeup.”

“Fine.” She replied, grabbing some of her cotton pads and makeup remover, then going to town on delicately running them over her skin and cleaning everything off.

Once she was done, only a few minutes later, she grabbed her bag and regular shoes, slipping them on and getting up to approach him where he leaned next to the door. As soon as she was a few inches from him, he delicately took her face in his hands.

“See, just as gorgeous as always.” He softly smiled, giving her a soft and passionate kiss. She offered a sheepish smile and a growing blush on her cheeks.

“Thank you.” She nervously replied. “We gotta go though- I’m fucking starving.”

“Holy shit.” She said, taking another forkful of pasta and placing it into her mouth. “This is so fucking good.”

“Mhm.” He nodded in agreement taking a bite of his own. It was nice to have some company to actually eat with, and not just pull out her laptop to watch a show or call her parents who were halfway across the country. Now, she had her boyfriend laid across the bed sideways in front of her as she sat criss cross at the head.

“You want a bite?” She asked. He looked at her skeptical for a moment before nodding, allowing her to grab another few pieces, giving them to him.

“Well, shit.” He sighed with a smile. “That is fucking amazing.” She nodded in agreement. There was a brief moment of silence that followed.

“I hate that we have to go back to being, like- normal.” She said. It was one of those thoughts that just spilled out without her even thinking.

“Hm?” He asked, looking up with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Ya know, like being apart for so long.” She said with a tight smile. “We’ve barely spent any time together in person but every time we do I want to spend more and more- and we can’t.” He sighed, putting his fork down in his container.

“I know, baby.” He softly said, taking his now free hand and placing it on her bare thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb. “But it’s only another month- then we’re on break and I’ll come be with you as long as you want.”

“Gee, you should get a break.” She said with a serious face. “You need to go home and settle for a few weeks and be with your family and friends there who you haven’t seen in fucking forever.” He shrugged.

“I’ve had all the time in the world to make relationships with them- I want to continue to build ours, and if that means going on tour with you than so be it.” He replied with confidence.

“Even if we do that people will speculate and- we would have to go public.” She explained.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

“No, but,” She took a moment to think, making eye contact with him again as his eyes begged hers for answers. “I don’t want to keep you or us a secret. I would love to show and brag about my super cool, super talented, super hot boyfriend to the world, but I want to keep it private.” He smiled lightly and nodded.

“Then let’s do it.” He said, affirmatively. “We’ll take it at your pace. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

He had been on tour with her for a full week. And it was becoming unbearable how many things were circulating around.

It started at the first show he came to- a solid handful of people had noticed him and put a name to the face, despite his attempt to remain to himself. A small firestorm erupted online over the alleged rumors. The headlines abusing taboos and cliches of the “pop princess and rockstar” trope that made people go crazy.

Then he actually began coming on tour. She wasn’t sure she had been happier on any other leg of it, until he was there to watch every show, and take her out when she had breaks to his favorite spots in each city, and then end the night in her queen sized “suite” on the back of her bus if you could even call it that. She had even bought more storage bins for under the bed to make room for his things.

But people didn’t need to see all the stolen and sudden kissed, or hysterical fits of laughter, or constant touching that were soft reminders of the other. They didn’t need to know about all the photos they had taken of each other, or the memories made, or the lyrics and words that began filling her songbook as she wrote almost exclusively now about him. At least yet.

But on day nine of them being on her tour together, she couldn’t take the speculation anymore. She couldn’t ignore all the photos taken of him at her shows, or the videos that replayed her not-so-obvious smiles and slow hip movements while making direct eye contact with him. In all fairness, she wasn’t trying to hide it.

People could see moments and snippets of their love. But she wouldn’t let them see the whole thing.

“What d’you think?” She asked, the back of her head leaning against his shoulder as they both looked at her phone. It was a simple story draft for her Instagram of the two of them just a few nights ago walking into a gas station. Not the most romantic thing, but her makeup artist had managed to catch it at one of their stops late at night.

The lighting was perfect and almost vintage aesthetic, offering a slight blur to the photo. It was the two of them holding hands as they walked in, both with hoodies and sweatpants on. Only half her face was shown, brightly smiling up at him, and only the back of his head was shown as a mop of slightly messy slightly put-together black hair.

“I love it.” He said with a small smile, giving her a kiss on the top of the head. In the bottom corner she had just put a small black heart, meant to be a small clue.

“Okay,” She smiled. “I think I’m gonna post it.” She said, looking up at him. “You okay with this?”

“Of course.” He genuinely smiled back. “I don’t mind at all.”

Before she could second guess she hit the post button, immediately turning off her phone and throwing it to the edge of the bed.

“It’s done.” She said with big eyes and a giddy tone. “Like, we’ve confirmed.”

“Mhm,” He nodded with a small chuckle, “We have confirmed.” He leaned down to give her a soft kiss, not even a few seconds later his phone buzzed.

He reached over to grab it, smiling at the screen, and showing her.

I was wondering when you guys were gonna post something. Mikey had sent. It’s been fucking long enough.

She should’ve stopped staring after a few seconds, but she couldn’t help it. She rarely felt this confident in herself, but just as quickly as the adrenaline boost of self love hit her, the sobering of imperfections came knocking too.

Dressed in a long green strapless dress that was built to just fit her, she looked and felt like a Barbie. Her makeup team had really done quite an impressive and good number on her face, exemplifying all her good features perfectly, and covering up or minimizing the ones she didn’t like so much. Her hair hung in a low, sleek pony tail against her back, her nails for once long with extensions that would be removed for sure in the next two to three days.

“You’re absolutely perfect, ya know that?” She heard him, turning around to find her boyfriend with a big smile as one of his hands placed itself lightly on the small of her back. She softly smiled up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat and nearly sent him into cardiac arrest the way her big eyes stared right into his.

“Not necessarily, but thank you.” She responded in a small voice. She always got nervous before events- he learned that quickly after having to be on text and call standby as she repeated her own self-doubts while spiraling about things going wrong. No one would have ever known- her presence on carpets, stages, and everything in between was flawless.

And now here they stood for the first time together doing this. Him in a traditional and well-fit suit, her in the dress that would put anyone else wearing the color green to shame. He gave her one good look up and down (what was realistically the dozenth already), relishing in the fact that he was merely an accessory to her- and was blessed to be one at that.

There were already rumors circulating everywhere about the potential for them to show up together tonight. It was the ideal place to hard launch, and after dating for just over six months it finally felt like a good time to let the world see them together in all their glory. She was feeling more confident in him, and he was honestly just along for the ride- a very happy passenger too.

“How do we act?” She asked next, his hand still sat on her back as she leaned more into him so their bodies were no more than two inches apart.

“Like how we normally act.” He replied confidently. “I’m not sure anyone will be genuinely surprised- people have been expecting this.”

“When people set expectations about things they don’t know, it typically doesn’t work out the way they want.” She replied quickly.

He knew better than to ruin her hair or makeup, but at this moment he couldn’t see her for that, so he leaned in without hesitation and gave her a soft kiss as an attempt to calm her nerves.

“We’re not here to appease to anyone’s wants or expectations of us.” He explained in a tone just above a whisper, as if they weren’t the only two people in the room. “We’re here to be with each other- not to explain us.”

It was a relative blur, and she thanked the blinding lights of paparazzi that overtook her vision and senses as soon as they took a single step onto the carpet together. She had never heard the two of their names meshed together so many times in such a short period of time. It felt weird to hear them coming out together from other people’s mouths- but it also felt reaffirming.

His hand had initially snuck around her back, resting itself on the other side of her waist and pulling her close to him. The slight warmth from his body made her feel okay, an emotion she typically had to forcefully place at bay here but was tamed solely by him.

They gradually moved their way down at the instruction of the event staff, and narrowly at the last stop he leaned in to whisper to her, hiding his lips behind the back of her head to not let anyone get a chance to overhear what he was going to say.

“I think I have a new appreciation for my name when it’s next to yours.” He said with a small smile, pulling away and looking down at her.

She couldn’t help herself but to break out into a bigger smile, one that wasn’t posed for the cameras but more authentic. She usually hated her full smile, the cheekiness and roundness of her face making the pictures look unbearable to her, but in that moment it didn’t matter. She playfully nudged him a bit as he resumed his position with his arm around her waist, but this time she placed her hand on his chest, angling herself towards him.

He authentically smiled, not expecting it, and had to resist the urge running deep within him to kiss her. But no one here deserved to see that part of them- no one here deserved to know her like he did.

“New album stuff?” He asked, walking over to the living room with a “new” cup of coffee in his hands (this was his third refill in the last two hours). She nodded from where she sat on the floor, back against the bottom of the vintage arm chair she fell in love with and insisted on having to decorate their new place. Their place.

Gerard had always respected her boundaries with her music. She was being incredibly secretive about her upcoming project- despite it essentially being finished from what he had gathered- but he also knew incredibly well how labels worked. And despite both of them being in the industry, her upcoming album was expected to be gigantic. Both in the reception of it and in the work itself.

“They just began pressing all the vinyls.” She smiled up at him.

“When are you gonna see it?” He asked back, sitting down on the couch and leaning over the coffee table to grab his sketch book and pencils again.

“Hopefully within two weeks.” She shrugged. “That’s if everything goes right. Not that I think it won’t- there’s just… a lot.” He looked up for his eyes to meet her, giving her a sympathetic look and nod.

“Regardless of how it goes, you have worked your ass off for this.” He explained. “Critics will always say shit because they’re jaded and subjective. Most of them haven’t even made music. And your fans are gonna love anything you put out.” She softly smiled back.

“Thanks.” She said. “I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“Don’t you have the entire record on your computer?” He asked, eyeing the laptop that sat in her lap. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s not that simple.” She replied, closing it and getting up. “Besides, I want it to be a surprise.” She finished, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“So are you flattered or what?” Their manager approached where he sat on the bus. He was so lost in the trance of finding the necklace that she had been dying to get for ages online as a surprise album release gift that he didn’t hear a thing.

“Hm?” He asked looking up at him.

“You’re the muse for the number one song on Billboard right now.” His manager replied with a small smile, arms crossed over each other.

“Right.” He awkwardly responded.

He was, indeed, the quite obvious muse for her first single, which happened to somehow skyrocket on the charts as soon as it released and within a few days was impossible not to hear. Whether it be radio, playlists, grocery stores, social media- the damn song was everywhere.

By no means was he upset, he just wasn’t expecting it. He was actively figuring out how to deal with the amount of empty and comical threats he got from fan accounts saying they were fully prepared to fight him if it meant even a shot at being with her. Also, while he had approved of the lyrics she had showed him (well, specifically the incredibly, borderline obvious, suggestive ones) it still made him feel a blush grow on his face when he heard them over and over again.

And the fucking cherry on top was the music video. At this point, he had seen her in many different ways, doing many different things (if you catch the drift) but as soon as he watched it he felt like he was falling for her all over again, ten-fold this time. It also made him begin to seriously question why the fuck you were with him, and simultaneously wonder if all the manifesting bull shit the merch girl was telling them about was something he should look into given that he needed some form of magic to get someone so out of his league.

“Good luck when the album drops, man.” His manager smiled, “Can’t wait to see all the teenage girls that want to band together and fight you.”

Gerard didn’t drink anymore and hadn’t for a while. But he did stare with a smile as she took a shot of tequila and her face immediately grew into a sour and twisted expression.

“Fuck that was worse than I remember.” She said through a small cough, grabbing the water by her and downing a chunk of it.

The low-key album release party was being held at their place. It was primarily close friends, the one producer she worked with on the record and her engineer, then the band as well as some of Gerard’s friends. Despite it being small, the place was buzzing under the dimmed lighting as there was consistently multiple conversations happening in the background, solid laughter mixed in too, and her album playing track by track in order softly in the background.

She sat on the floor, back against the couch, in a simple shirt and jeans, him right behind and next to her sat on the couch. She wasn’t drunk, but was definitely tipsy as she laid her head on his jean clad knee. He looked down at her with a smile, running a hand through her loose hair.

“I love you so much.” She smiled up at him. “Thank you for being such an incredible muse.”

He had been complimented plenty of times by critics, reporters, fans- but nothing even came remotely close to that comment.

“Baby, this is all you.” He insisted with a smile back. “We wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so damn incredible at everything you do.”

She sighed happily, closing her eyes for a moment.

“I’m so fucking glad you bumped into me.” She said. “I was so pissed at first and so tired and hot and sweaty- I thank the universe everyday for making that happen.”

“I do too, sweetheart.” He said, letting his smile melt into a sincere and content one. It only felt right. “I do too.”

[brostradamus]

ramblings about AM in a relationship/what kind of s/o could fix him. know that im def not a person who’s deep into psychoanalysis / staying strict to a character’s personality so this might be ooc??? idk please bear w me. Whole thing is under the cut bc i think it’s pretty long n p sloppy 2. but enjoy regardless

anyways I rlly like to think that AM would most thrive in a relationship where he has equal / lesser power to his partner. not like whole ass power imbalance obv but just whre cant always hurt/bother his s/o. I’m sure AM would probably say some shit that might hurt his s/o’s feelings but a partner he’d be most compatible w/ would most likely avoid the torture mostly or altogether w/ the exception of verbal harassment cause there’s enough 2 go around 4 everyone. Also bonus points to s/os who are completely untouchable either bc they’re stronger than AM or AM decides that he doesn’t want to hurt them/can’t bring himself to.

also maybe he’d do well w someone who challenges his beliefs. tbh I feel like he’d gravitate towards people who might share his beliefs/hatred towards humanity, but if he’s supposed to grow then he’s gotta have a s/o that views humanity differently. Said s/o doesn’t even have 2 have a strictly polar opposite view on humanity, just a view that isn’t nihilistic and misanthropic. He might not be entirely receptive at first either but the further you continue to challenge his beliefs, the more likely he is to start thinking about other ideas.

Another thing that might make AM a little more accepting towards humans is a s/o that he *has* to rely on one way or another. most likely this is going to be an engineer/programming s/o. He’s likely not going to want to, but him knowing that he can rely on someone else might make him not close himself off as often.

artistic s/os might be able to help soften AM up a little too. i sometimes like 2 think that AM would actually really enjoy art, but it just depends on which kind of art. Realism he won’t really gaf about but he might gravitate towards expressionist works, along with abstract/absurdist and surreal art. this would include all art forms btw not just drawing and painting. reason for thinking he might like abstract over realism is bc realism is too ‘real’ (whatever yall think that would mean) for his liking / represents what he hates most about humanity. Abstract artwork also represents parts he hates ab humanity but it also gives him a physical representation of the things he lacks (ie expressionism w/ feelings/emotions, surrealism with the subconscious thought, etc etc) and might be the closest thing he can get to actually feeling/having senses

AM would most likely benefit from a s/o who is willing to “give” him sensation, whether it be literally by creating him a whole ass nervous + cognitive system that allowed him to have senses and feelings or even just a s/o who is willing to help him understand how certain things feel. This could be by the s/o describing how emotions feel through imagery, creating art w/ AM or *for* AM if he is unable to for whatever reason, etc. it won’t be exactly what he want ofc, but he might not be entirely bitter ab it.

I don’t think AM necessarily needs an android body to show love, but it would help :3c. Even if he still doesn’t have senses for whatever reason, it would absolutely still help him show his love towards his s/o through physical touch. W/o senses, just having his circuit’s warmed by his s/o (if they’re a human) is… well it’s not *enough* but it’ll do. And if he happens to have senses in his android body man he’s gonna be attached 2 u like lice on a healthy head of hair. he WOULD be touch starved.

Which brings me onto my next point. A s/o that can handle his “””affectionate”””side. I rlly feel like his perception of affection might be a little off (super off actually) and likely a little violent/aggressive. It’ll almost be like him having cuteness aggression towards a s/o and acting out on impulse. This might occur in squeezing, pulling and tugging and Android AM may bite and scratch/restrain. Also I when I mean “handle” I don’t exactly mean endure and ignore/accept. again this leads me to another point

A s/o that is able to set boundaries w/ AM is a must. I genuinely don’t think that any relationship w AM will go good if the s/o he’s with can’t put in place proper boundaries. For human s/os, this would be especially important as he might get aggressive physically (whether it’s due to like. him JST absolutely hating ur ass or him getting that ‘cuteness aggressive’ thing I just mentioned previously. note that it’s not rlly like cuteness aggression but he might be like ‘hm I’ll show my love to my s/o thru the only way I know. Violence”).

ok well I think this is all 4 now. if anyone wants 2 add onto it I’d luv 2 hear yalls input if yall had any :3c. I hope u guys atleast got some entertainment value out of this?? Either way i hope yallve enjoyed my ramblings

[celli-ohs]

awooga!

part one of accidentally in love! series shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future, idk yet)

2. beautiful glorious blue-eyed king (written portion included 1.9k)

Soobin is starving. It’s 8:47 pm, and they don’t close until 9. Not only that, he agreed to take Jaemin’s shift when he had an assignment due at 10 pm. Apparently, Jaemin’s friends were all at some club, and of course he could not miss out. If he were being honest, Soobin really didn’t mind staying, especially since Jaemin said he’d cover for him whenever he needed next time. But as his stomach grumbled from the lack of food, he was beginning to regret his choices. He’s idly cleaning the counters while daydreaming about dinner when the door chimes. A customer? At nearly 9pm? Soobin takes his time as he turns around to greet them. “Welcome in-” He suddenly chokes, coughing over his words. He quickly tries to gulp down some water. “Woah, are you okay?” Your sweet voice causes him to cough again.

What were you doing here?!? Why did you come so late, where there’s no one else but you and him!? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh god, as if he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough with the last time you’d come in. “Hey, you good?” You call out from the other side of the counter. Soobin’s coughing has subsided, but he still can’t look at you, he sends you an awkward thumbs up. He hears you shuffle behind him as he drinks a bit more water. Eventually he’s going to have to turn around, he can’t have you waiting there forever. So with a brave face, he spins around and gives you the most happy smile he could manage. “W-What can I get you?” He stutters, mentally kicking himself. You look up at him curiously, before your expression changes to concern. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem kinda pale.” You comment. He shakes his head, a bit too aggressively. “Yes, I’m fine! Sorry, I- Uh did you want to order anything?” He fidgets and gestures to the menu. Your attention moves to the list of various drinks. As you’re scanning for your choice, Soobin is busy trying to calm down. God you were so pretty, even prettier up close! Even when you’re dressed so casually, you’re so cute. Was he staring too much? It’s rude to stare, but he can’t help it, you’re stunning- “Can I get a hot chocolate, extra syrup please?” You ask, finally looking back up at him. “Yeah,” He nods, not even bothering to ring you up as he makes your drink quickly. “Thanks,” You take the hot to-go cup from his hand. “How much do I owe you?” You ask. Soobin only shakes his head, causing you to look at him confused.

“You’re Arin’s friend right? It’s fine, it’s only hot chocolate.” He insists, hoping that by giving you a free drink you’d feel his sincere apology from your last visit. But you stare at the cup, then at him, and then back at the cup. “You guys take tips, right?” You ask, gesturing to the jar. Before he can answer, you fish out a couple of bucks, tossing them in. “You don’t have to do that.” He feels embarrassed. You ignore him and ask him another question instead. “Have we met? Before the whole spilling-coffee-on-me thing happened.” He wants to burn that memory from his brain. You take a sip of your hot chocolate as you wait for him to respond.  “N-No, not really.” He shrugs. “But I know who you are, Y/n.” There’s a shift in your eyes and he’s suddenly backtracking, trying to defend himself. 

“I mean! Not because I’m weird or anything! Arin and Chaeryeong sometimes mention you. Sunghoon says you’re best friends with one of his friends, and actually my best friend Yeonjun, his frat throws parties a lot and you always beat him in beer pong. And I remember you dropped by our apartment once to give some things to Taehyun and- uh yeah, I guess I know you.” He rambles, though he can’t even look in your general direction as he does so. You probably think he’s a stalker, or some kind of weirdo fan. He hopes you just walk out the door so he can close up and quit his job so he never has to see you again. Why did you have to come in tonight?! “Well,” You sigh, signaling to Soobin that you haven’t left like he wished. “That makes me feel bad cause we’ve obviously met, but I don’t even know your name.” 

Oh. Soobin stands up straighter, finally making eye contact with you. “I-It’s Soobin- My name is Soobin.” He tells you, almost excitedly. You smile at him and his heart is pounding so loud he almost can’t hear you speak. “Nice to officially meet you Soobin.” He loves the way his name sounds coming from your tongue. It’s so smooth and sweet, like frosting. He wants to hear you say it again and again and again. But he doesn’t, because the next thing the both of you hear is the loud growling of his stomach. Soobin is frozen as you stifle a giggle. “Are you hungry? You guys close soon right? Wanna grab some food?” You suggest. “Uh- sure. Yeah, I’d love to!” Soobin fumbles, looking at his watch for the time. It’s 9:02. “Let me just close up real quick, I can meet you outside.” He promises, and watches you head out. You can’t tell when he’s walking to the back room, but he’s grinning from ear to ear. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn't ask Soobin out to eat because of how sad he looked. Because he admittedly looked really sad. With his flitting eyes, mumbling and shaky hands, you felt so bad when his poor stomach began to growl. But now you find yourself sitting side by side with him, eating spicy rice cakes under a tent. “Here,” You pour him some beer, as he shoves food into his mouth. “Oh, thank you,” He mumbles, covering his mouth as he chews. The air is stiff and awkward, you two have been eating in nearly complete silence since you came ten minutes ago. Feeling the need, you clear your throat. “So,” You swallow your food. “You said you’re friends with Yeonjun?” You try to start a conversation. Soobin sits up, eyes never meeting yours. “Yeah, we- we’ve known each other since we were kids.” You look up a bit surprised. “I’m also roommates with Taehyun, that’s why I said that earlier,” He references himself moments ago back at the cafe. 

“Besties with a frat boy, roomies with an athlete, and working with the campus heartthrobs,” You tease, laughing to yourself. “You’re popular.” The word popular has Soobin’s eyes popping out of his head. “Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” He shakes his head and hands simultaneously, a gesture you find cute. “I’m not popular at all, I just, you know, know them.” He shrugs. “You’re way more popular than me,” He points out. For some reason that makes you frown. Soobin notices and begins to fret again, obviously thinking he’d upset you. “That’s not a bad thing! It’s nice to be popular.” He tries to defend. You blink and revert back to your smiley self, shaking your head as you wave him off. “Sorry, you don’t have to do that,” You go back to eating. The two of you fall back into silence, though this time the atmosphere is thicker than before. 

With a brave face, Soobin asks the question that’s been bugging you. “Do you not like being popular?” You pout, deep in thought as you place your chopsticks down. “I mean it’s not a bad thing like you said.” You sigh, leaning back into your chair. “But it’s weird.” You finally look up, meeting Soobin’s eyes. “It’s almost as if so many people know me, but no one knows me.” As the words slip from your mouth, you instantly regret them. Why were you getting so sappy with a guy who was practically a stranger to you? You begin to internally panic, Soobin probably wasn’t expecting a therapy session with you when you offered to pay for his dinner. “Well, I’m kinda the same way, right? You said so yourself, I'm friends with so many people others know, but no one really knows me.” Soobin offers, just as he shoves a bunch of rice cakes into his mouth. You watch him silently as he eats awkwardly under your gaze. 

Somehow, your situations were a lot more similar than they seemed. It was pathetic, in its own way. You sigh and nod, taking a sip of the warm fish cake broth. “I guess we are,” You mumble. The tension doesn’t seem to be relieved, but rather thicker. You feel as if you can’t even move, the sticky rice cakes stuck against the roof of your mouth. “I-Is that Gojo?” Soobin stutters, and at the sound of your fictional husband’s name has you wide awake. “Huh?” You sit up and finally realize what he’s talking about. He’s pointing to the little keychain you had attached to your bag. You’re surprised he recognized it, as it was technically a Gojo Cat charm, the white cat skipping happily with a smile and his iconic glasses. “You know Jujutsu Kaisen?” You ask, a bit surprised. “Yeah, I'm almost done with season 1.” Soobin answered confidently. You’re stunned as he begins to ramble. “Is Gojo your favorite? He’s mine too. Did you hear about the movie coming out soon? I want to go see it so bad! It takes place before Yuuji, it’s about Yuta Okkotsu, right? The trailer looked so sick, I can’t wait!”

You finally end up laughing so hard you almost knock over your soup. Soobin chuckles alongside you as you regain your composure. “To answer your question, yes Gojo Satoru is my favorite. I did hear about the movie, and yeah it’s about Yuta.” You answer all of his little questions with a smile. “It comes out next month I think.” You hum, beginning to eat again. “Do you read the manga?” Soobin asks. “Yeah, but I prefer to watch, I like to hear their voices.” You admit, and he nods along. “Especially Gojo’s, his voice is so sexy,” You exaggerate a sigh, and smirk at Soobin. He sits there in shock, cheeks reddening just a bit, before he scoffs. He sets down his chopsticks, and suddenly cups his own cheeks in the palms of his hands. “I know, isn’t he so dreamy? I could listen to him all day.” Soobin instantly begins to mock you. In playful defense, you gasp loudly, glaring at him jokingly. “Are you making fun of me?” Soobin ignores you as he continues. “And he’s so strong! The strongest! I just want him to rescue me like a damsel in distress!” Soobin clasps his hands together as he pretends to daydream. 

You, on the other hand, are fighting for your life not to laugh, you're physically vibrating as you try to contain yourself. Seeing this, Soobin pulls all the stops as he pouts. “He’s so tall too! I want to climb him like a tree!” He practically shouts for all the strangers around you to hear. You can’t help but break character, snorting all over your food as your gut begins to cramp from all your laughter. “Stop it! Oh my God everyone can hear you!” You wheeze. “Okay, I’ll stop,” He chuckles, calming down. You’re wiping tears away just as he gives one last shout. “I just love my beautiful glorious blue-eyed king!” “

“Shut up!”

Bonus:

Y/n 100% forgot she came to the cafe to return Arin's hoodie the second Soobin offered her a drink

Soobin actually noticed the Gojo Cat charm on Y/n's bag on their walk to the tteokbokki tent but didn't know how to bring it up subtly

Someone DID in fact record Soobin spilling coffee all over Y/n and that someone was Jaemin (he decided to go on break right at rush hour and was recording snaps for his streaks, the incident just happened to be in the background of his selfie)

Y/n had to temporarily mute the gc because Jen exploded after Keeho's comment

Sunghoon actually has no idea if Soobin's gonna get fired or not, he just didn't want his friend to feel bad

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[nikaizkool]

i have sum random husband quackity headcanos 🤭

i think at parties , he kinda protective over u😭 and not in like “u cant talk to them” or “stay here next to me” but in a sweet way, he would kinda keep an eye on u and see if ur alright

i think he would buy u a gold cross with rhinestones on it <3 he would give it 2 u as a gift from a long week of work:). ALSO i feel like he would love spoiling u??? like he would buy u purses and ur makeup and stuff u like. It makes him happy when he sees u using it<3.

He thinks it sweet when u call him cute,, but if u call him handsome he will feel like he’s on top of the world 💪🏻 idk he finds the nickname handsome so much more???endearing???

u r his passenger princess <3 he loves driving u places even if u know how to drive😭😭 but whenever ur with him , u r going in front. That spot is 4 u. Also he would put his hand in ur thigh<3

i c him as some1 who has a lot of patience, Idk why?? it’s like if u guys ever got in a fight, i dont c him yelling a lot, raising his voice only by a little bit, but never yelling, He yells when he plays games and when he with friend but yelling in a way to try and hurt u? never.

after a fight he would let u cool off, His as well. But he would want to talk abt again. But in a more calmer and less aggressive way. if he said anything our of pockey he would say sorry. But he kinda expecrs the same 4 u. he’s not the only 1 who started the fight. but it’s always end with fluff <3

I’m not reading allat. My easy in finals was shorter than that bruh 😨

He’d let you wonder around in parties but he by trailing behind you. Making sure nothing bad happens, he’ll let people flirt with you coz he knows your better than that I mean cmon.

He’d buy you anything you’d ever want, if you even glanced at it, he’d pull you into the store and buy what you looked at. He’d go into your phone and look at Amazon, temu, cider, shien, YesStyle, TikTok shop, and buy anything you had added to a list/favorited.

Nicknames? Handsome would make him so weak in the knees he’d literally just stare at you and smile giggling non stop, he’d call his friends and be like “guess what my girlfriend just called me? HANDSOME EHEHHEHE” he’d also take “my boy” “love” “sweet” “darling” “my world” but they don’t make him as giggly as handsome.

He loves your thighs sm, idk man. If he’s nervous and your around he’ll squeeze your thighs. He loves you being his passenger princess, driving to far away places just so he can have his hand on your thigh and buy you food.

He’d have like a stern dad voice when he’s upset, and he’d most likely save your marriage by being patient after an argument. If you were really pissed at him he’d let you calm down then buy you guys dinner to talk over. Once it’s resolved he’d place a kiss to your forehead and apologize

[panjakes]

Can you do something like this but with S.coups from seventeen? Idk I just think it would be something cute and funny🥰

I know this is short but I tried lols😭

You were at home enjoying yourself when your phone started ringing. Pausing your music you answer it and it was seungkwan with his face in the camera panting

“Seungkwan? What’s the matter?” You ask

“Remember how coups got his wisdom teeth pulled today? Ow! Well he’s delirious and he’s acting like an asshole’! Ow stop that!“ he says

“Okay and I told you this would happen…what’s your point?” You ask confusedly

“Basically what I’m trying to say is…we’re abandoning ship” he says with the straightest face ever

“what’re are you talking about?” You ask

“Girl come get your man!” He screams before hanging up. You groan and quickly gather your things before rushing over it the house

You walk into the house putting the code into the door. Taking your shoes off the guys rush out the door.

You quickly grab Joshua by the back of his shirt

“Where’s my man?” You ask

“Sulking in the corner, look we love you but we gotta go” he says closing the door behind him. You sigh walking into the livingroom where Coups sat in the corner of the Couch with his knees to his chest

“Hey baby, you in pain?” You ask causing him to giving the deadliest glare

“Yeah sorry stupid question” you say walking over to him

He grabs a notepad and starts writing on it

“What took you so long?”he writes still glaring at you

“I’m sorry baby I went and got you some food”you say putting the bag on the table. He glared at you again before opening the bag

He throws a napkin doing a little whine

“What’s wrong baby?” You ask

He aggressively starts to write on the notepad before flipping it to you

“Why is everything mashy?!”

“Because you can’t eat solid shit Coups” you say making him whine again

“Look! I got you applesauce! Soup! Yogurt! Jello! Oatmeal! I even got you a smoothie and ice cream” you say making his eyes light up

You smile giving him the ice cream and smoothie. He tries his best to mouth thank you.

“Your welcome but you have to eat first. Then ice cream” you say

He groans before taking a cup of soup out the bag. He takes the lid off as you hand him a spoon. He picks some of the broth on the spoon and just stares at you

“What baby? What is it?” You ask

He makes a motion with his hand. He throws his hand at the spoon and his mouth. You do the same motion causing him to sigh.

“What coups? I’m not understanding?” You say

He grabs the notepad before aggressively writing again.

“Wind. Blow”

“Oh it’s to hot? Why you didn’t say that?” You ask making him tilt his head and glare at you again

You blow for him slightly before he holds it to his mouth

“Tilt your head and pour” you say making him give you a confused look so you demonstrate how to do it

He does as told sighing at the way he had to eat. You giggle causing him to glare at You for what feels like the 100th time since you got there

“You gon stop glaring at me, I’ll leave” you say standing up

He shakes his head grabbing you hand holding it to his head.

“You have to eat coups, I know it hurts” you say

He lets go of your hand going to his notepad writing something down.

He puts out and points to what he just wrote

“Can I get a kiss if I do?” You read out loud

“Not with your mouth like that” you say causing him to pout

You sigh kissing his forehead causing him to try to smile.

“Your cute when you act like a baby” you say kissing his forehead again

He winks at you causing you to laugh

“Enough playing, eat before the ice melts” you say. He turns to his notepad writing again

“Put it in the freezer then”

“We’ll smart ass you said you wanted it so I left it out!” You say grabbing the tub of ice cream walking to the kitchen

You come back to see him tilting his head as he ate to the best of his abilities

You silently giggle taking out your phone to record him. You giggle when he throws the spoon into the bowl causing him to look back at you.

He makes a stop gesture with his hands and you laugh at him again

He sighs going back to his notepad writing very aggressively

“Your laughing at my misery?!” He points to the notepad a few times. You put your phone in your pocket and sigh

“No I’m not laughing at yo he misery” you say pulling him into your chest for a hug. He sighs wrapping his arms around you

“Well I am in a way” you say causing him to push a little bit making you laugh again

He sighs just sitting there staring into space.

“Aww baby I’m sorry” you say sitting behind him laying his head on your thigh. He scoffs as you play I. His hair

“I love youuu” you say pecking the side of his head w and over again

You look down seeing his smile. He makes a heart with his hand making you giggle

“Just so you know of this happens again I’m not doing this again” you say causing him groan and you to laugh

[ms-fade]

Baby boy

Poly!Dark!Lockwood&lucy x male!reader

I miss these two and just randomly had a thought, so here’s these two baddies again.

Dead dove do not eat! (Idk if I used this right! But please read the warnings)

⚠️Warning: Male receiving, hand jobs, blow jobs, spanking with a belt, chocking, forced mommy & daddy kink, Dark!Anythony and Lucy. Them being really aggressive towards the end. ⚠️

It was aways fun to watch you squirm, I mean really it was their highlight of the day. When they could lean close to you, just by your ear and listen to you talk. When you’d catch them staring at you with that look, darkness and teasing. You hated how they affected you.

You weren’t their boyfriend, they never asked you out or anything but you wanted them both so bad. You’d blush when they’d give you the slightest touches, like hitting shoulders or their hands on your hips. It was like they were a drug, one that you were addicted to.

The couple wanted you back and decided a long time ago that you were theirs. They’d threaten and glare at anyone who came close to you or even looked at you. You, sweet boy, were only theirs. And now they had you in their claws.

You arched your back and whimpered as the hand that wrapped around your hard cock was moving at the speed of light. “Slow-” you whined and you started to squirm on the bed you laid on. There were tears falling from the corner of your eyes as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure you had felt in the passed hour.

“Don’t move, baby boy.” Anthony pushed his hands on both sides of your hips down into the mattress. “You’ve been so good for us already, that pretty little cock can’t handle any more can it?” His voice babying you, like you were pathetic.

“He’s just stressed. I mean he’s never been touched by another,” Lucy looked up at her boyfriend as she continued to stroked her hand, never missing a beat. “But he can take as much as we give him.” She looked back at you. “Right?”

You whined and threw your head back to try and not anger them. It was too much for you to handle, I mean you’ve already came two times already and another one was so close. And you couldn’t tell them you’d already been with another, no that wouldn’t go over well.

“Good boy.” Anthony praises. He leaned down and pressed kiss on your chest, you would whimper when he used his teeth to make marks. You held onto him tightly and tried weakly to push him away but he just smirked and kept going. “Such a weak little thing compared to daddy.”

You open you eyes at the title he gave himself. You wanted to fight it until you feel something warm and wet swallow your cock. “Fuck.” You look down to see Lucy taking your cock into her mouth and start to bobble her head.

Your moans got louder and reach down to her hair. You focus on the feelings as Anthony watched you with admiration, you looked too cute. “Thank, her.” He got close to your ear and kissed the skin. “Say: “Thank you, mommy.” she deserves it.”

Feeling your heart skip a beat and mind flood back, you look at him with a hesitant look. You didn’t want to use those names, it was to dirty for you. And it was embarrassing. So you decided to not say it and close your eyes hoping he wouldn’t care. 

How wrong you were.

“I’m sorry!” You scream as his belt hit your already red ass, you were crying now and sobbing on his lap. Lucy was beside you and kept her hand in your hair, she looked sympathetic but she enjoyed watching you be in pain. “Are you?” Groaning in pain as she yanked your hair up and held your head to make you look at her.

Another hit made you jump and nod your head quickly. He was bruising you, the skin blue and purple and he could see a bit of blood come to the surface. You needed it to stop and you knew what you needed to do.

“I’m sorry, mommy!” You cried out.

You made them stop and Lucy looked at you prideful. You waited for another slap but it never came, “And what about me?” He asked from behind you. “Sorry- I’m sorry, it wouldn’t happen again Daddy.” It was adorable to see you back being obedient for them.

“That’s a good boy.” Lockwood hummed. He grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto the bed beside him. His hands wrapped around your throat and squeezed tightly and it hurt. The pressure was getting to you immediately and it was scaring you how they acted. 

He keep his grip and looked into your teary eyes as you tried to speak, eyes and lips quivering. Lucy took off her skirt and underwear then hopped on top of your lap, you tried looked at her but were yanked back to him. She lined your cock up to her hole and rubbed it along her folds to tease herself and you.

Gasping as the air got back into your lungs as he let go and pushes you back with force. “Be a good boy for Mommy, and cum in me.” She demanded with a sweet tone as she lowered herself on you. You groaned out at the feeling of her wet, warm pussy.

You wanted to go, to leave, but you knew there was no chance of escaping. You could imagine the bad things they might do you if you tried to get away from them. So you did the smart move to stay and be willing. You did love them both and as long as you were good for them, then you should be safe.

Or so you’d hope.

[whatiwillsay]

Heat of the game and all that, I gotta say I find Travis bumping coach so off-putting. That’s such a typical example of macho behavior, and these physical displays of frustration/aggression/domination get so easily excused because of heightened emotions. This is primitive dudebro behavior in my eyes. Travis can be cute and I liked him at the beginning, but this is such a red flag about a man, regardless of profession and situation. I wonder how others feel about this.

i actually just watched the most interesting tiktok ab the situation

anyway listen i was briefly repulsed as well obviously he’s there for work and he should keep it professional.

apparently he did immediately go hug the coach and apologize after and the coach said he wasn’t being disrespectful just saying “put me in i’ll go score”. obviously the act of getting in his coaches face was gross but i actually think he bumped into him on accident (if you watch the video they both look surprised at the contact) and was more just going to grab his arm.

but what do i know?

well i guess we do know he dated the same woman for 5 years and has never had an allegation of domestic violence against him so i take that to be a good sign.

we also know taylor was all over him last night so whatever the shove and yelling meant, taylor doesn’t seem to care.

we also know the coach defended him during his post game interview and basically brushed it off

but one last thing idk if yall know- so i’ve never seen a player get in a coach’s face like that as far as i can remember BUT ive seen coaches do that to players again and again and again. they are always screaming, always in their faces, grabbing them by the facemask and ripping their heads down to yell at them louder. hell i got verbally abused by a male basketball coach in 8th grade. it is sadly part of the culture of football and sports particular amongst men. maybe that’s due to cortisol and testosterone like the tiktoker said in the above video but for whatever reason that kind of behavior is common between coaches and players and players and players on the field.

it’s unacceptable and should change but i’m not shocked that it hasn’t.

i also would say do not underestimate just how violent tackle football is. i played in a women’s league for a year and the hits are insane and definitely get you riled up. like i have cleanly tackled girls harder on the field than travis grabbed at his coach. i can see how the lines get blurred while you’re out there hitting and hitting and hitting and then you’re on the sideline and oops something physical happened.

it seems obvious to me that travis has some degree of anger management problems and imo he should seek therapy and anger management classes. but i don’t think he’s a danger to anyone. he has a track record of acting out on the field but not anywhere else.

only time will tell tho. it is a red flag and i hope he just gets some treatment!

[deceitful-darlings]

So I got this chat on obey me, where all the brothers ask Satan to marry them, and Satan says “… I usually go for the older, independent type.” And then! Lucifer is like “You mean like me?” And I’m just 👀 like we all know that Satan has daddy (Lucifer) issues, but if that takes a more incestuous route, and maybe with a three way with reader… idk I feel like the sexual potential there is off the charts. Like Satan would be simultaneously trying to steal reader away from Lucifer but also fuck Lucifer at the same time… it would be so aggressive and bloody 💗

TW: Incest

Dear lord the possible bloodshed. Satan would never admit it, he would NEVER tell Lucifer that he loved him or had any form of feelings for him, in his eyes it’s all competitiveness. So when Lucifer introduces his partner, what better way of competing with him and getting back at him than stealing you away from him.

Lucifer finds it cute, because he can see right through Satan. He knows exactly what he’s trying to do. But Lucifer is certain you would never betray him, he would never have introduced you to his brothers if there was a chance you would do something to hurt his pride, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t give you permission to partake in something. He’s the eldest brother, he’s the one in charge, he’s the strongest, and while Satan’s little attempts are rather cute, he feels he does need reminding of his place in the heirachy from time to time, lest he become to rambunctious and annoying.

So he invites him back to his room, and of course it just so happens to be at a time when he’s got you bent over the bed pounding you into mattress. And Satan just stands there, having closed the door to make sure the other brothers can’t see, and seethes. Because after all his effort you don’t even hesitate to follow Lucifer’s commands even when he’s right there. You knew he came in, you’d looked over your shoulder when the door had opened, but Lucifer had told you to ignore him and you’d done it without a second thought.

And there’s nothing he can do but stand and watch, because he doesn’t stand a chance against Lucifer’s strength, he’s not stupid enough not to know that, it’s why all his planning is done in advance. But then he looks over at him and Lucifer just gives that smug little smirk that he always does and asks what he’s waiting for, your mouth is right there after all. He doesn’t need asking twice, and the time passes for him in a flurry of thrusting and heat and clashing teeth and bites.

Both you and he are covered in bruises and bitmarks, even Lucifer is sporting some from his neck to his chest, your thighs drenched in a mix of both their seed. Your breathing is even, having fallen asleep after too many rounds past overstimulation, your body unable to keep up with the stamina of them both mixed with his rage.But he’s still hard, and that’s when Lucifer smirks again, because he supposes he can assist his little brother one more time tonight, he’s the domininant of this little escapade, you the submissive, and Satan occupies the place in the middle.

Lucifer will only be dominated on his own terms, upon his offer. As long as he remembers that, he doesn’t mind taking his wrath every now and then~.

Sorry this is bad as y’all know I haven’t written in a while and I’m rusty

[sorryiwasasleep]

Want to go to Pride this year but know that if I say that my family (mostly my mom) will be weird about it and make me feel uncomfortable to the point where it’ll make me not go even though I actually have people I can go with for once and I would like to! Ugh 😒.

More info if you want:

(For further context my being a lesbian is firmly NOT discussed despite me coming out two years ago, but it will be alluded to occasionally in ways to make me feel bad about myself.

Example 1:

Setting- a holiday this year.

(Further context: day before we had same relatives we were seeing on the holiday over the night before. Shitty family members were discussing the Bud Light boycott. My cousin tried to leave the room after making a face and my grandpa made a comment and she was like ‘well I’m damned if i do damned if i don’t, cause I’m either the snowflake lib or the bitchy aggressor, so I can’t win!” And he ended making her cry. (i heard the words bud light come out of my (different) cousin’s mouth from the kitchen and I immediately went back outside to continue watching what was happening out there because I know where he stands and I knew it wasn’t worth the fight or my own sanity to hear the bullshit he was gonna say, so I was not there for the argument that led to her crying. Neither was my mom, cause she was outside with me.)

I have my hair in two high space buns. I have shoulder length hair that is half purple and an undercut. I finally get the buns even, I think I look I cute, I go downstairs.

My mom: 🤨 “that’s how you’re going to wear your hair?”

Me: “Yes. Why are they not even?”

Her: “No, no they are. But…” *sucks in air through her teeth* “I just… with the purple and the undercut, I mean I don’t know that anyone knows you have that. I don’t want anyone to say anything.”

Me: “I’ve had it since last June. They saw me during the summer.”

My fucking sister from the next room chiming in: “Well you do wear hats A LOT in the summer!”*

My mom: “Yea I don’t think your aunts realized. I just don’t want anyone saying anything about you.”

Me, frustrated as fuck at this point: “Okay well it took me twenty minutes to do this and now I don’t have time to do something else.”

My mom, already sitting down with a brush: “Here, I’ll do it half up half down you”

And she changed my hair. And like… yea I let her, and yea I’m an adult (a financially dependent one, so meh, and definitely not to my parents), but this left me with a pit in my stomach all day. And the fight to keep the hairstyle would just have ruined both of our days, but this just ruined mine and made me sick to my stomach.

* On my sister’s comment: 🙄 yea thanks a lot for the help. AND this is the sibling who actually will at least mention it with me! I thought she was on my side when I’m not home, but she’s not even on my side in FRONT of me apparently! A second example of my family being…weird… is that she got me the ugly campy as hell target ‘Live Laugh Lesbian’ shirt and I loved that she did but then as she threw it at me she said “Well idk where you’re going to wear that though because mom will DIE if you wear it around ~hometown~” And I just kind of looked at her with my jaw dropped because HUH? Even though I know she’s absolutely correct, I couldn’t believe SHE was saying it to me! As if giving me a fucking heads up?? And then she goes… “Oh i guess you can wear it ~where i live for school~” and like… I couldn’t even be like “hey that’s fucked up that you actually live at home all the time and know that’s how mom feels about my sexuality, maybe help convince her to NOT?” because she’d just given me a gift and I would not have said it as nice as I just did, and no one responds well when I’m aggressive in my tone.

Third example in case it was needed: I went to a gay bar with my roommates last month and told my mom the name of the bar but didn’t mention it was a gay bar (cause i didn’t think i needed to?) and I KNOW she googled it because she did not ask any further questions about my night out the next day beyond how I felt after drinking when normally she would grill me about it.

It’s just frustrating. I just want to be able to go to a fucking celebration of queerness, something I’m constantly being told I’m wrong for, but I don’t even know how to fucking bring it up because I KNOW what response I’ll get.

[libertys-lovers]

Seashells and coconut!

-selfshippery

Thanks for the ask!!! Let’s see… let’s drag-

✨Heh~ looks like my time has come again~✨

I… you ran over here so fast- How’d you even know I was starting an ask-?

✨Well… I saw you open it on your laptop.✨

From the doorway?

✨…..yes✨

Okaaaaayyyyy, sure! I mean, it works out! Let’s answer some questions!

🐚 Seashells 🐚 ~ What hobbies do we do together?:

SINGING!!!! Like, ALL THE TIME!!! Sometimes it’s full-on singing sessions on the roof, and sometimes it’s just muttering lyrics when we’re bored. There’s been a few times when I’ve sung while showering, and Kara will just overhear me and start going along with it. And then there’s been times when I do it back to him. It’s a neverending loop-

✨You took the words right out of my mouth. But of course, love is the main hobby that we share~✨

✨…why are you laughing-✨

Don’t worry about it man- You’re just super cute- 🥺🥺💞💞💖💞💞💘💕💘💕 But yes, it is the main hobby we share, and I wouldn’t change it for the entire multiverse.

🥥 Coconut 🥥 ~ How do we express physical affection together?:

Oh, this sweetheart just LOVES to hug me, like all the time! He’s always trying to sweep me off my feet~ Ah, and he always holds my hand, sometimes bringing it up to kiss it! He also does this thing… where he just rests his forehead on mine… and kinda just stands there. I just?!?! He’s so cute!!! You’re so damn cute!!! You are giving me cuteness aggression as we speak!

✨Eh-!? Well, I’m glad you feel so passionate about it, I guess?! Hmmm, but what you do for me…. Well.……..✨

….?

What’s happening right now? Are you okay? You’re kinda spacing out-

✨No, I’m alright! It’s just… the things you do for me are really…. sweet-✨

Oh?! OH, you’re just flustered! Damnit man 🥺👉👈…. 😏👉👈… Well~ Tell the jury your statement~

✨Mm, well…. you always come cuddle me, and you love kissing my cheeks… a lot. And… and you always pick me up like a lucky bride-✨

Oh YEAH! Y’all, his dimension is so fun- I don’t even need reality-manipulation nonsense to pick him up, I can just DO it! Idk if he’s just that light, or if the universe lets me do it because it thinks it’s funny, but either way I absolutely love it!

✨So do I~ Though… it feels like I should be the one carrying you-✨

🌂Your Host, Liberty! | ✨Karamatsu Matsuno✨