#it was somewhere around two minutes thats not an exaggeration

[the-kiarah-organisation]

Layton: I just want to point out that it's really fucking funny-

*a while of silence (two minutes)*

Desmond: ..are you going to finish that sentence?

Layton: kindly, Des, who the hell do you think I am?

[dreamsy990]

im trying to draw your little guy because they're so cool but i have done 4 arts total and i have no clue how the hair works here , , (not that its bad im just terrible at perception and brain visual)

OKAY HERES AN OVERLY COMPLICATED STEP BY STEP GUIDE TO HOW I DRAW MY HAIR

basically everything is designed to be as easy and quick to draw as possible and it can all be broken down into 3 shapes. every one of them is meant to be drawn in one stroke for simplicity but if you need to take it one line at a time thats okay!

first things first is the big, defining shape. i usually draw it on the viewers right, since thats the way im most comfortable drawing curves, but it can be switched (see: my pfp where i did it the other way). the starting point/root should be at about the middle of the head, if you care much about spacing. i dont but ill try to pay attention to that here. from that you curve up and out, make it as exaggerated as you feel like. this line is supposed to go off the head for silhouette/cartoony reasons. also its fun to draw big exaggerated shapes!! after that, you pull it in for two spikes. if you cant draw the whole shape in one line, try to get these at the very least.

next shape is simple too. youre gonna start roughly where the first shape meets the head on the downward curve. then from there, its straight down, ending in another (much smaller but sharper) curve. two more spikes, and then right back up.

repeat on the other side, starting the other one pretty much wherever you see fit, so long as its pretty close to the other side of the head.

THAT LEAVES YOU WITH THIS BUT WERE NOT DONE YET BECAUSE THERES STILL A PONYTAIL!! luckily its more of the same

you start somewhere behind the start of the curve of the bangs? roughly the midpoint but it doesnt matter too much. here you get to draw a little oval for the start of the ponytail,,,, so little,,,,,,,. then its up a little bit and then down, then going right out again for two more spikes. the culmination of everything youve learned over the last. hold on lemme check my watch. okay its been like 6ish minutes for me but like 30 seconds ideally this shouldnt be too hard to draw.

and then its down to the dead eyed expression and hoodie that hasnt been washed in 1-2 weeks at an given moment, headphones are a give or take. and theres me!! being tired, mostly. oh so tired. and a bit sad. BUT THIS ISNT A CRY FOR HELP ITS AN ART TUTORIAL!!!!!!!!

these features basically stay the same for drawing me from any angle. mostly because im too lazy to think about how it should work in a 3d space. this is cartoon logic not real life logic. hair looks weird from a certain angle? jUST DONT DRAW IT FROM THAT ANGLE!!!! SWITCH THE BANGS AROUND IF YOU MUST!!!!!! THERE ARE NO FUCKING RULES

also hair down ash looks like this. and also what id look like in an ideal reality

okay thats it.

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Kinktober ~ Day Five

Anonymous Sex | Double Penetration | Phone Sex

1615 words

18+ only

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Smut

Tags: anonymous sex; hookups; oral sex; handjobs/fingering; anal fingering; bathroom sex; drinking; smoking; not proof read

Any additional tags you would like added please feel free to dm me :)

The fuzzy sound of neon buzzes in your ears as you trudge up the muddy dirt road. This place doesn't look as promising as you'd hoped but it's starting to rain and there's no way you're walking all the way home now. This is, as far as you've been able to gather, the closest bar within walking distance so, for the time being at least, this is going to have to be your local. All you really want to do anyway is meet some people, make some friends. Stop worrying, it'll be fine.

A cursory glance around the room immediately brings to your attention that the average age in this room can't be any lower than 60. Cigar smoke swirls from various dark corners, thickening the already heavy smell of old hops and whisky. You grab yourself a drink from the bar and take a slow walk around the room, scanning the empty tables for a good place to sit.

"I like your t-shirt." A voice calls somewhere behind you.

"Thanks." You reply, horrified at the warm flush you can feel creeping up your cheeks. Signalling into the middle of the room in an attempt to distract from your burning face you continue, with a slight laugh "God it's jumping in here tonight."

Spinning around you find its source. In the occupied booth beside you sits a man, who to your great relief seems to be about your age. He's got a soft face, with a sharp, straight nose, and wide doe-like brown eyes. The top of his head is a thick mass of brown locks, each of which have been swept with extreme care into a very deliberate style. You smile, looking down at your chest for a moment as though unaware of how you are dressed,

He laughs, instantly releasing the tension in your chest, "Tell me about it. It's the only place in town walking distance from my apartment."

"Me too! Whereabouts are you?"

"Just at the back of the hardware store, the one up past the bridge."

"I think I know where you mean," you point your finger in a vague direction, "sorry, I've only been here a week."

He's halfway through a sip of beer but he throws his eyebrows up in exaggerated surprise.

"Oh, really?" He asks, a hand quickly flying over his mouth to wipe the foam away. "You're welcome to join me if you want by the way, if you're not busy."

You talk for an hour or so, every drop of anxiety draining from your body as you listen to this absolute stranger give you a full imaginary tour of the town. You learn that he's lived here his whole life, he had a million jobs in his teenager years all lost to "strange circumstances", and that he was once an athlete (that didn't surprise you, you'd spent a lot of the night admiring his slight, athletic frame). Being with him made you feel strangely relaxed. You even find yourself flirting.

"There's a pool table in the back room if you want to play." He announces, seemingly umprompted.

Before you have a chance to respond he's on his feet. He takes you by the hand and leads you down a small dark corridor to the pool room. Looking down at your clasped hands suddenly, he stares up at you,

"Oh shit, sorry, is this okay?" He asks, awkwardly lifting your hand up to your face so you can see it.

He's stopped just shy of the pool room, so the two of you are almost pressed against each other in the smoky hallway. This close you notice how pretty his eyes are, sparkling even in the grim half-light. There's a sweet smell that floats off him, mingling scents of hairspray and baby powder. You smile at him, pulling his hand back down beside you and tugging him closer,

"Absolutely. Is this okay?" You ask, smoothing a hand up his face and pulling it close to yours.

"Absolutely."

Your faces are pressed hard against each other, kissing so hard it's hard to tell which groans are coming from whose lips. It's not clear at what point you made it into the bathroom, but it doesn't really matter to either of you. Your fingers are tangled in that thick mass of auburn waves, desperately trying to pull his soft lips further into you. You feel a set of fumbling fingertips at your waistband, clumsily trying to undo your jeans without having to relinquish the comfortable hand rest on the small of your back. Eager to keep his lips pressed firmly against yours you slip a hand down and undo your jeans. Immediately you feel his hand appear down your underwear, your hips giving a small involuntary thrust at the sudden sensation. He breaks away from you for a second and stares down at his hand,

"Wow, that didn't take much." A cocky grin is smeared across his face. You grab the back of his neck, wiping the smile away with another firm kiss. His hand against your bare skin is so warm, every action precise and calculated, sending rushes of heat through your whole body. You rock your hips into his movements, moaning hard into his mouth. Reaching a free hand down you make an attempt to undo his jeans but he bats your hand out of the way, moving closer to you and grinding against your thigh. You can feel his hard cock rubbing against the inside of the tight denim and it drives you wild. You feel a tug at your hips as your jeans and underwear are pulled lower. Suddenly his mouth is pulled away from yours, and resituated somewhere far more effective.

Catching a scream between your teeth, painfully aware of how quite it is in the room through the wall, you kick your foot backwards, slamming the heel of your shoe into the base of the sink. Each thrust of his tongue sends shivers down your legs. His fingers are digging hard into your hips, holding you up against the basin. Your fingers feel their way back into his hair and you grip on tightly to ground yourself, focussing hard on the feeling of each soft strand to keep yourself quite as he drives his tongue over your sensitive skin. He's sucking so hard it feels as though your knees are going to give out.

You look down in distress as his lips slip away from you. He's staring up at you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Taking his middle middle finger and placing it firmly between your legs, he runs it up the full length of you, sending a shiver up your spine, ending the swift movement with a dramatic flick into his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with yours he sucks his finger, savouring your taste. Pulling it out of his mouth with a slight pop he leans into you again, tongue tracing stripes of hot tingling pleasure along your skin. A rogue hand slides around your hip and it becomes immediately apparent what he was wetting his finger for. As his finger slips into your hole, every sensation from his mouth become amplified. You bite down on your lip, trembling with the effort it's taking to stay quiet. A flick of his finger and a roll of his tongue, timed to perfection, break your silence. Your knees buckle and you catch yourself on the sink with your elbows, head rolling back as a heavy, gutteral moan breaks from your throat. Looking back down you catch a glimpse of two deep brown eyes peering up at you, before flashing back downwards again.

Your knuckles are white with the force you're using to cling to the edge of the sink. Your head starts to swim, you stare up at the ceiling as your muscles start to twitch. His finger is running in smooth circles behind you, pressing into places you never knew could feel so good, and his head is bobbing with such intensity that you can feel his hair, now wildly dislodged from it's neat style, running over your stomach. Your legs tense as the sensation builds until it is nearly unbearable l, before bursting into a pulsing euphoria that races around your body. His lips stay wrapped around you as you cum, hard.

Your legs feel like jelly. You're still clinging to the sink for dear life. The wide-eyed boy appears in front of you once again and kisses you, you can taste yourself on his lips. He smiles and helps you steady yourself, then heads to the door,

"I'll give you a minute." He says, with a soft smile.

Once you've gathered yourself you wander back you into the pool hall and find him leant against the pool table, cue in hand. That cocky grin is back. Somehow in the time you've been gone his hair has been perfectly sculpted back into place. He tossed you a cue,

"You can break."

You narrow your eyes at him, weakly trying to hide a smile, "I never got to do anything to you."

"I guess you owe me for next time."

"Who says there'll be a next time." You ask, feigning offence.

"Well if you don't want to-"

"Thats not what I said."

You mirror his smug grin and lean over the table to line up your shot. Pulling the cue back you stop and look back up and him, laughing slightly,

"I didn't even ask you your name."

He beams and sidles around the table to stand next to you, pulling himself up to his full height he holds out a formal offer of a handshake,

"Steve Harrington."

[butcherknives]

Hey Leon I hope you are doing alright❤. I admire your work so much and Everytime I get a notification you posted something I get so hyped. Thank you for sharing your amazing work with us🤩. I was wondering what you think Dante would do for a first date and how eventual dates would look like when he is already dating someone for a while. No pressure to answer. If you don't want to thats fine ❤❤❤

Anon, that’s so incredibly kind of you, I’m at a total loss. The thought of anyone having me on notifications is baffling to me and I’m honored. Thank you for reading, for hanging out here with me, and for this nice request. I enjoyed writing this out! I decided to focus on the first date of many more just to really flesh this thought out. I hope that’s okay?

First Date: Dante

Ft. GN! Reader

      > SFW! tag: tw alcohol use

The first date is your idea. You ask if he wants to grab a drink with you, going for an air of what you hope is casual-cool-calm and not the anxiety that teeters on a windswept tightrope deep in the pit of your stomach.

Dante’s expression twists with curiosity as he hops to his feet, smirking through that lackadaisical charm. “Alright,” he’s saying as he closes the distance between you, a gust in his cadence like practiced nonchalance. “Sounds like fun. I’m in.”

The bar is only a block away. You walk in tandem, idle chatter filling the space with easy camaraderie, and he laughs wholly when you tell him you’ll get the door. “Well, well. Who knew you were so polite?” He claps his hand on your shoulder as he passes.

You swallow the scent of smoke and aged wood in that beloved hole-in-the-wall, comfort curled deep in your bones.

You’re trailing behind him as he swings into a stool at the counter with a hearty spin that makes you snort. You collapse beside him, and it’s just as simple when your knees brush. There’s no acknowledgement, and when the bartender sidles up to collect your orders, you toss a sideways smile that Dante returns.

Glasses chiming in gentle toast, you spend two hours side by side until you’re both laughing at nothing. Until the familiarity tastes like whiskey on the rocks and Dante’s cheap cologne.

With the encouragement of the cotton-lined alcohol beneath your skin, you admit that you’d intended for this to be a date.

“Oh yeah?” he says, and he’s tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Then the night’s still young! How ‘bout we go somewhere else and really heat this date up.”

You’re blushing. Your mind is racing. Anticipation rattles and you wonder if you’re ready for that. Are you ready? Wait, did he ask if you’re ready? You’re giggling when he leads you out of the bar.

“Let’s paint the town!”

A half an hour later and you’re in red and blue bowling shoes. 

Tactile Dante decides to get your whole body involved in this date. He’s grinning as he holds up a red bowling ball and tests the weight with a roll of his wrist. He nods his approval and gives it a watermelon-slap.

“Don’t pick anything too light,” he’s instructing when you slide your hands over all of the different colors, mesmorized for perhaps a moment too long. “One good throw and you’ll knock out the poor guy in Lane 3.”

The poor guy in Lane 3 rolls another gutter ball. You laugh and admit with your lack of coordination tonight, that might be you later.

“Have a little faith and show me your moves.”

The best of the 90′s is pumping over the speakers and there are spotlights shaped like bowling pins cartwheeling around the walls, and after the third toss straight into the gutter, you throw your hands up.

He stands behind you and takes your arm. He lines your aim beneath the backlights and neon while Britney Spears sings Lucky in time with the percussion of your heartbeat.

It’s midnight when he walks you home, back in tandem, side by side. You’re recounting his perfect score with gusto while he nods along, eyes focused wholly on you, and when you make it to your doorstep, he waits while you search your pockets for your keys.

You ask him if he’ll be okay getting home and his lips pull with saccharine humor you can’t understand.

“Thanks for the date night,” he’s saying while you smother a grin. “Had a blast.”

“Can we do this again?” you ask before he can leave. “Would that be okay?”

He scratches his chin with an exaggerated hum, and as you roll onto the balls of your feet, his eyes follow you and there’s a sense of knowing; of being picked apart and slotted back together again until you’re rebuilt with your heart displayed behind a sheet of glass. You mesh your lips together and step onto his scale.

His answer comes in a lazy shrug. “Yeah, I think that can be arranged.”

And as he considers taking his leave, one foot on the sidewalk, the other on the stair, he makes another decision:

He kisses your cheek.

Chaste, the brush of his scruff tickles your skin. A laugh bubbles out of you and you’re covering your cheek with the pads of your fingers while he slips you his Casanova grin.

You stand behind your door for a few extra minutes after he leaves with your palm over your heart. Electricity pops along the phantom kiss and you think, yeah. Yeah, you want to do this again.

Maybe this time, you are that lucky.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi I’m back!💗 I was wondering (if it’s not too big of a hassle) if you could do a Plank All Over Me but they do a relationship test. Like the one Meghan Trainor and her husband did for buzzfeed? Love you tons!-✨

Plank All Over Me - Couples Tag Edition

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AN: you do NOT have to have read the others to understand this. Enjoy :)

Masterlist

Plank All Over Me 1 & Yoga Edition

“Hi, I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled widely at the camera.

“And I’m actually excited to be in this video.” You nodded in approval now that you and Tom were doing a normal video that didn’t require either of you to get into painful positions.

“You never say your name when we do these. You always say something else.” Tom looked at you as he realized the pattern with the intros of the videos you did together. “This is my girlfriend Y/n L/n by the way, everyone. Please pardon her manners.” He cracked a smile. 

“Yeah, but I do it on purpose. Its like my thing for these kinds of videos.” You explained yourself to Tom.

“Oh.” He deadpanned, pretending not to care about your explanation. You laughed at his serious expression.

“I can’t believe this video turned into our breakup.” You said to the camera and he laughed beside you.

“Can we both cry so they have something for the thumbnail?” He suggested to the camera crew.

“Or, better idea, hear me out.” You looked between Tom and the camera. “We start the video.”

“That’s a great idea.” Tom pulled your chair closer to his and slung an arm around you. “I’m Tom, this is Y/n, and we’re doing the Buzzfeed Couples Tag.”

“So first we have to check off what we know about each other.” You said as you scanned the list of questions while Tom kissed the side of your head. “Do you want to just do a back and forth?”

“Sure. I’ll go first.” Tom pulled the completed closer to himself. “When’s my birthday?”

“June 1st 1862.” You answered confidently.

“Perfect.” Tom player along. “Your turn.”

“My age?” You read off the screen.

“Trick question, you’re timeless.” Tom smiled and you gushed. “Just kidding guys, shes 53.” He said to the camera.

“I’m just not but okay.” You muttered.

“What’s my zodiac sign?” Tom read.

“Little bitch?” You asked.

“You got it.” Tom nodded. You laughed and kissed his cheek.

“What’s my favorite movie?” You asked.

“That’s easy. It’s a tie between Spiderman: Homecoming, Spiderman: Far From Home and Spies in Disguise, out this Christmas.” Tom winked at the camera after he listed off his own films.

“You were close.” You pointed at him. “It’s actually a tie between Deadpool, Definitely Maybe, and The Proposal.”

“But…” Tom faltered. “But those are all Ryan Reynolds movie.”

“Yea, but that’s just because I wish he was my boyfriend instead of you.” You said with fake seriousness.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded as he went along with your joke. “It’s funny though, I haven’t seen any videos of you planking over Ryan Reynolds so…” ,he clicked his tongue.

“Thats because Ryan and I like to keep those videos private, don’t we baby?” You shot a wink at the camera.

“Okay, okay. That’s enough before I actually get mad.” Tom laughed. “And you have never seen Definitely Maybe.”

“Yes I have.” You defended. “That’s the one where they’re British and the little boy from Nanny McPhee plays the drum.”

“That’s Love Actually, and you gave the worst possible description of it, so congratulations.” Tom commemorated you as you laughed.

“We just got so off topic. Who even asked the last question?” You wondered.

“I’ll go.” He looked at the computer for the next question. “What’s my coffee order?”

“Here we go.” You roll your eyes at the ceiling. “Tom doesn’t drink coffee. He drinks sugar with a few spoonfuls of tea in it.”

“Yes, I do.” Tom confirmed. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“There’s gonna be something wrong with that when all your teeth fall out. Do you want to be bald and have no teeth? Is that what you want?” You pretended to heckle him.

“That’s weird, I don’t see that question on the computer.” Tom said as he squinted at the computer, pretending to inspect the quiz.

“That’s because I made it up.” You said.

“That’s because I made it up.” Tom mimicked. Your eyes went wide and he bent over laughing. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean that.”

“The title of this video is gonna be Couples Tag leads to a break up?” You did an over exaggerated shrug. “With pictures!”

“And then “shocking!” in parenthesis.” Tom added on, poking fun at the youtube titles you were so used to seeing.

“Emotional!” You put your hand over your heart.

“Can we keep going?” Tom asked through his laughter.

“Yes, sorry.” You laughed and looked at the computer. Oh now it’s generic questions. Does your significant other have any bad habits?”

“No.” Tom said after thinking for a moment. “I’m perfect.”

“Oh, I know. His bad habit is that when he gets scared, he goes like this,” you pull your arm back and make a fist, “as if he’s about to deck someone.”

“That’s just my flight or fight response, darling. I won’t apologize for it.” Tom quipped.

“But you always choose fight!” You laugh. “Do you know how many times I’ve seen him about to punch a clump of hair?” You said to the camera.

“It looks like a spider! Your hair is all over the damn flat and it looks like a spider.” Tom brought up a common argument you two had.

“Okay, but why are you trying to punch a spider?” You defended.

“That’s an excellent question, my love, that I do not know the answer to.” Tom said with a smile and you double over laughing at the stupid argument. “Can you imagine walking into our home and seeing me about to punch a spider?” He chokes out through his laughter.

“Wait,” you wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself before giggling again, “remember that one time with the wind-“

“Don’t mention the wind chimes!” He cuts you off, which makes you laugh harder. “We swore to never speak of that day.”

“You swore.” You pointed out. “I just kept apologizing to the man.”

“Next question.” Tom said quickly. “When and where did we meet?”

“We met on the set of BBC Radio 1, in the studio when we filmed the Plank All Over Me challenge last year.” You recalled with a fond smile.

“Awww. I remember that.” Tom smiled at the memory and leaned over to kiss you. “Look at us now.”

“I know. You’re bald and I’m cheating on you with Ryan Reynolds.” You said with a dreamy expression.

“What was that?” Tom pretended not to hear you.

“I said where was our first date?” You read the next question.

“Oh, we went to that ice cream shop in Soho and got milkshakes.” Tom remembered the first time you’d gone out together.

“Tom told me he wanted to take me out for a drink but didn’t want me to think he was trying to get me drunk, so he took me out for milkshakes.” You recalled to the camera with a fond smile. “I thought that was so cute when you told me.”

“I’m glad you thought me being a massive nerd was cute.” Tom chuckled and you kissed his cheek repeatedly.

“It worked didn’t it? You got me.” You cooed.

“That’s right. I got you.” He smiled proudly and kissed you again, pulling you close. You rested your head on Toms shoulder for the remainder of the video.

“Where and when was our first kiss?” He asked.

“Our first kiss was in your bedroom after I beat you in a game of Wii tennis.” You said proudly.

“That’s right.” He grinned. “The first of many.”

“Just kidding. We’ve been together ten months and have not kissed since that day.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“We kissed twice in this video alone.” Tom pointed out.

“Sounds false.” You shrugged and felt his shoulders move under your head as he laughed.

“Anyway, Y/n was going crazy over winning and rubbing it in my face and I just grabbed her and kissed her.” Tom reminisced about the moment you had first kissed.

“I still don’t know if he actually wanted to kiss me or he just wanted to shut me up.” You joked.

“I don’t know that either darling.” Tom chuckled.

“Thank God.” You laughed. “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

“I did, about four weeks in.” Tom nodded as he did the math in his head. “But I knew I loved you long before that.”

“Aw.” You beamed. “I still haven’t said it.” You deadpanned to the camera.

“She’s just kidding.” Tom assured the camera. You shook your head and mouthed “no.” Tom caught your reaction and pretended to tear up.

“I’m kidding.” You giggled and pulled him into a hug. “I love you.”

“Okay.” Tom let out a pretend breath of relief. “I was worried for a minute there.”

“Aw, no.” You bit your tongue between your teeth. “What’s the next question?”

“What’s my shoe size?” He asked.

“Huge. What’s my favorite song lyric?” You continued.

“So we’re gonna ignore that last answer?” Tom looked at the camera in fear. “Okay. You love the lyrics “so why don’t we go somewhere only we know?” and they always make you cry.”

“Do you remember why I love that song?” You asked him. “I told you on our first date.”

“Because it makes you think of Bridge to Terabithia.” He knew the answer immediately.

“Yes.” You smiled warmly at the thought of your favorite childhood movie. “Nothing crushes us.” You quoted.

“I haven’t seen that in so long.” Tom realized. “Can we watch it when we get home?”

“Of course we can. I’m always down to see Josh Hutcherson.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “Ask your next question.”

“Do you think Josh Hutcherson is better than me?” Tom pretended to read the question off the screen.

“Well, he survived the Hunger Games with nothing but baking skills and you died when some dude snapped his fingers, so I think the question answers itself.” You said.

“It wasn’t some dude, it was a titan.” Tom defended. “And Peeta was lying on the floor for half the Games. I actually fought.”

“Look at the material.” You shrugged.

“I can’t stand you. Ask your question.” Tom laughed.

“What did I wear on our first date?” You read. “Who remembers that?” You asked the camera.

“You had on a dark red turtleneck and a little black skirt.” Tom recalled and you looked impressed. “Your hair was half up half down and curled and you had a little black ribbon in it.” He smiled.

“I guess Tom remembers that.” You said with an approving nod.

“How could I forget? You were the prettiest girl in that ice cream shop.” He complimented you.

“I was also the only girl who wasn’t 7.” You pointed out.

“Wait, I think that was our last question.” Tom realized as he tried to scroll down but couldn’t anymore. “I guess that’s it. Thanks for watching our Couples Tag with Buzzfeed.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“Can we go home and watch Bridge to Terabithia now?” You asked as you rubbed his arm.

“Yes, lets go home.” He grinned.

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Mismatch- Part 17

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

“Push me off the roof you coward!”

First< Previous > Next

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“So do you want to be Batman or should I?” Marion brings out the two outfits identical in every way except size.

“It’s not actually dressing up,” Marinette scolds fixing her hair.

“Well then you single handedly ruined halloween,” Marion grins coming up behind her, “Everyone wears them for it,”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Marinette watches him warily in the mirror, prepared to defend if-when he makes a move to mess up her hair.

“So Batman or Robin?” Marion holds the outfits up, dangerous close to her head.

“I don’t care,” Marinette stands up, spinning around, using the chair as a shield.

“Coin flip then,” Marion drapes them over the chair, “Oooh foreshadowing!”

“Please tell me you're going to take this marginally seriously?” Marinette leans back on the dresser as he fishes for a coin.

“You’re starting to sound like our manager,” Marion flips the coin with extra flare, “Heads,”

“You should thank Kate for setting this up,” Marinette catches the coin before he can, “Tails,”

She takes the Robin outfit from the chair, ducking Marion as she passes.

“You know I don’t think Kate wants to see me,” Marion takes his outfit behind the opposite curtain, “She's pretty stressed something will go wrong,”

“In Gotham?” Marinette pokes her head out the curtain on the other side of the room.

“I know, crazy right,” Marion also peaks through the curtain, “Where would she get that idea?”

“Who knows?” Marinette cheekily grins before ducking back behind the curtain.

“If we get attacked again I think we might give aunt- I mean,” Marion pauses pulling on his grey turtleneck, “ugh, this is hard,”

“Mari, the outfits are designed for easy use,” Marinette teases, tone sounding half hearted even from this distance.

“What are you calling her in your head?” Marion pulls the turtle neck down all the way.

“Selina,” Marinette answers, as he shrugs on his hooded crop top over the turtleneck, split into two colours to make a vague bat-shape. “Although I just avoid saying it out loud,”

“Great minds think alike,” Marion pulls on his grey leggings, that Marinette had thankfully made into thermals.

“I’m the only great mind here,” Marinette teases, Marion lets out fake gasp as he pulls a pair of shorts over his leggings, “You just like to copy,”

“How dare you!” Marion pulls the curtains aside dramatically, Marinette doesn't even look up from where she's putting on bracelets, “Dishonour! Dishonour on you, Dishonour on your kwami! Dis-”

“Hey!” Tikki flies out of the backpack.

“Sorry Tikki,” Marion looks away from the fuming Kwami, trying to avoid her by pulling on his black and blue boots.

“It’s ok Tikki,” Marinette finishes putting green and gold bracelets up to her elbows, “He’s just trying to be funny,”

“And succeeding!” Marion corrects, smoothing a mask over his eyes.

“Ah-ha,” Marinette stands, black and yellow scarf flaring out at the back.

“You know I don’t think she agrees,” Marion stage whispers to Plagg from his bag.

“Ah-ha,” Plagg says in the same tone, as Marion is pulling on his black gloves.

“Traitors, all of you,”

“Hey look,” Marinette bumps his shoulder, nodding towards someone.

“It’s Jason,” Marion whispers back excitedly, moving to wave.

“MCD doesn't know him,” Marinette grabs his arm, “Let’s hope this isn’t as awkward as it was with Chloe,”

“I thought that was fun,”

“Of course you did,”

"Hi," Jason approaches nervously, completely different to how Marion's met him before, it's cute.

"Oh hello, stranger," Marion grins, ignoring the kick from Marinette, he'll be careful, it's fine he's got this, "Whats your name?"

"Jason," Oh my God he's blushing!

"Jasin," Marion repeats pretending to write on what he was handed.

"Um…." Jason looks like he's about to correct Marion, this will be perfect- "yep,"

Fuck fuck fuck i though he would correct me fuck, Marinette help!  Marinette rolls her eyes at his pleading look.

"Jason, CD," Pointing to the page without writing, "son,"

"Ohhhh Jason,” Marion says, as if he had come to some amazing realisation, Marinette looks like she wants to slap him, “haha, sorry, of course, I just didn’t hear you right, because I don’t know your name, why would I know your name? It's-"

Marinette rightfully cuts off his rambling with a swift kick, that both knew would never actually hurt him. At least Jason looks just as embarrassed as him, neither quite knowing how to start the conversation back up,"

"How about we take a picture?" Marinette says, their saving grace.

"Yeah, that would be great," Jason fumbles for his phone, Marion hopes his mask will cover his blush, as he remembers what Jason had said about him at dinner, the only reason he was blushing.

They take a nice picture together. Then one where Marion throws bunny ears behind MDC. She swats his hand away and he pushes her out of frame. The next picture is one of him and Jason with Marinette rising up, like a threatening blur in the background.

"Aw thats a nice picture" Marion looks over Jason shoulder, they were meant to be with the next person already but they were a design hopeful, babbling to MDC about her designs, "You should send it to me,"

"Of course," Jason seems flustered with his proximity, enough so that he didn't see Marion's trap.

"Great heres my number," Marion quickly writes it down on blank piece of paper, a picture seeming a bit too narcissistic at that point.

"...Waut,"

"Well you have to send it to me someway," Marion shrugs, conveniently ignori-forgetting that pictures were sent through his social media all the time.

"Right... right," Jason seems to be in a bit of a daze when Marion sends him off, standing next to Marinette as the fan leaves.

They watch Jason leave. Marinette starts giggling when he almost runs into a wall.

“Are you ok?" Marion asks, partly for the security guard who was waiting for their ok to send the next person up.

“You are such a dork,” She breaths through her upcoming laughter, “I think I need a minute,”

“Fine but if I get a hopeful fashion designer I’m telling them your new direction is crocs,” Marion huffs, not really insulted, but if he didn't act it she would only up the anti.

“Do it and your casket will be made out of crocs,” Marinette threatens ineffectively, walking to the backstage door.

“I kinda want to see that,”

“You’d be dead,” Marinette calls from the door.

“Minor issue,”

Marinette waves him off, which could have been an aborted swat. He watches as the crowd nearby begin whispering, some offering others to go first to stall for time. Marion plans to shove this in her face next time Marinette claims she isn’t popular. He’s about to take a camera out for evidence when one of the groups, fast tracked but the crowd, approaches.

Marion goes to do his more basic greetings when a gun is shoved in his face. The group made up of armed men surrounding him, one holding a camera.

“Smile for the camera,” The figure pulls his coat back, revealing the frankly disturbing face of the Joker.

“Oh it’s you,” Marion keeps a blank face, evidently confusing him, “Any chance two-face will show up?”

“.... No?” Marion fights to keep his composure as the crowd are threatened by the remaining thugs, pushing them to the ground.

“Pity, what a waste of good foreshadowing,” Marion shrugs casually, that camera is probably filming.

“What,” Marion supposes its a rare thing to see the Joker taken aback, but watching a group of armed men storm backstage distracts him from the sight.

“Nothing, I just made a brilliant joke earlier and you're sort of ruining it,” Marion makes exaggerated gestures, testing his limits, the guns follow him but don’t shoot. “Anyway are you here for an autograph or what?”

“I’m not-” He watches the Joker's face twist in gruesome realisation, “you’re trying to stall me,”

“Stall you from what?” Marion tries not to make his scan of the crowd obvious, “Please go in depth,”

“How about on the way up to the roof?” Chilling smile, but Marion is too used to fear to let it get to him.

“Oh goodie, I hear it has wonderful views,” Marion claps his hands, probably getting weird looks from the goons hiding behind masks, but who are they to judge?

He’s guided to the elevator. The Joker making the mistake of not tying his hands, or gagging him. He feels Kaalki and Plagg tense in his pocket.

“Huh, no elevator music,” Marion observes as the elevator starts to rise, “I just kind of expected it at this point,”

“You are strange,” Marion makes the mistake of glancing over, the Joker does not seem perturbed by that fact.

“You’re telling me that?” Marion tilts his head, “Actually that's quite the achievement,”

The Joker starts to go on about his plan, something about throwing MCD off the roof in front of the crowd for whatever reason, he’s not really listening. No, instead he’s made his own plan. There's no way Marinette was caught, not when she has no one to look after. She must be somewhere in the building, probably as Sparrow. It’s best if Sparrow and Songbird are seen near their other identities as little as possible, so he had to deal with the camera. If she saw the footage, which was probably being broadcast (a brilliant idea, really, no problems with that) she would intercept them. The best position would be on the elevator, but he had to buy time.

The cameras closest so he strikes, hitting it out of the goons hand, mid sentence. In the split second confusion he hits the number panel, lighting up all but a few.

“Huh, that was easy,” Marion says with genuine surprise.

“And here I thought you were being a good hostage,” Marion feels several guns press against him, but it’s only the pistol with the Joker at the end that worries him.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Marion smirks cockily, the threats turning more violent.

No, not threats, promises. Marion debates calling on Kaalki, while he’s still able too. It wouldn’t be great for a miraculous to be seen in a different country, but better than the one that can teleport than Ladybug. If Marinette couldn’t stop them in time she would surely turn to Ladybug and pick him up as he falls, right in front of the crowd and cameras. Not great.

There were other heroes in Gotham, they both knew. And if it was just him at stake he would put faith in them. But it’s not. He’s Chat Noir and there's not enough time to train a new Black Cat, not anymore.

The elevator finally reaches the top. Marion braces to help Marinette fight on the other side of the door. It opens. There’s no one. Great, great, great .

“Well, well, well why don’t we see what's behind that mask and carve up your pretty face, hm?” Joker leads him close enough to the edge of the building that anyone else should be scared.

“That sounds counter productive,” Might as well try plan b, he should have come up with one, but as is he’ll have to wing it, “Weren’t you going to throw me off the roof?”

“Eager aren't you?” Not really  “After, promise,”

That grin paired with the knife inching closer should scare him, but honestly the only thing that truly scares him anymore is someone going for his ring, or Ladybug’s.

“What's the point? I’d be dead soon anyway, sounds like a waste of time,” Marion debates adding a yawn to match the tone, but it seems like overkill.

“A few screams are never a waste of time,” Marion is backed up further to the edge of the roof, able to see the fretting crowd below.

“Sounds to me like you just don’t have any confidence,” Marion says with all the sass he can muster, which is a lot.

“Oh, do explain,” The knife inching closer to the edge of his mask encourages the opposite, but he was never much good with warnings.

“If you really believe your plan will work and I wouldn’t be saved by I-don’t-know, Batman?” Yep that strikes a cord, probably not the best cord to strike with a knife in your face, oh well his wounds will heal soon anyway, “Then you’d throw me over the roof, a few cuts doesn't matter much when your dead,”

He can see the gears turning, debating if there's merit to his bullshit or if it’s just that. Honestly Marion doesn't know either.

“Revealing my identity and stuff is just a way for you to feel like you’ve won when Batman beats you,” He carefully doesn't emphasise the ‘when’, making it sound casual, like a given fact, “Cutting my face is just admitting you think the heroes will win,”

Just a little bit more. He’s almost pulled off plan ‘b’ for bat-shit crazy. He has the horse miraculous in his grip, Kaalki won’t like it but it's hard to put glasses on in mid air.

“Besides, won’t the mask leave a bit more impact?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

“You really think the Bats going to save you huh?” The grin is unnerving, so Marion matches it with one of his own.

“I do,” He challenges, chin tilted up, “do you,”

He hears a cackle that would have surely appeared in his fear toxin dream if he heard it before. He’s pushed, vest twisted in the jokers grip, trying to stay balanced on the very edge.

“I like you kid,” And yeah, by that smile it’s not a good thing.

“Goodie,” Marion says sardonically, ignoring the shouting below, probably because his torso is all the way off the edge.

“Make sure to scream,” He feels the grip loosen, not having the natural response to grab onto something.

“I won’t,” he sends one last smirk as he’s dropped, weight sending him off balance and off the edge.

He’s in free fall and knows the screaming is not his own. He’s too busy debating the right time to transform. The street is getting closer and closer, no staff or grappling hook to save him.

“Klakki!-”

The air gets knocked out of him at the sudden change in directions. He can feel the arm and hears the glass shattering. For all the speed of a few seconds ago he is not expecting the quiet that follows. He’s leaning forward against someone's chest, both crouched down inside the building he just fell from. He recognises the shade of red first, Marinette had spent weeks with it pinned up all over their room and Marion has been wearing it ever since. He relaxes.

“Are you ok?” He gets pulled back from the chest, his complaints are cut off, a gloved hand tracing over his cheek, he feels the sting so it must be cut.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Probably not convincing, since his crush is the closest he’s ever been and Marion is almost the same shade of red.

“You’re fine?” The disbelief is clear and it takes Marion a second to realise why.

“I mean… Oh no! Trauma!” Marion tries to fall dramatically but the arm still on his back catches him.

“Good thing you’re a popstar not an actor,” Marion feels relief at the stiff atmosphere relaxing.

“Excuse you,” He snaps back up, poking Red Hood’s chest, smirking, “I’d make a wonderful actor,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Red Hood looks away, as far as Marion can tell with the helmet, “You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, are you?” Marion stresses, remembering that he broke through the glass.

“... what?” Red Hood's full attention comes back to him.

“Are you ok?” Marion tries not to get annoyed at the answer, humour then, “After all breaking through a window isn’t much fun,”

You idiot you can't use his line on him ! Not in different identities! What if he figures it out?!

“Yeah.. yeah," He looks away again, "I’m… great,”

Marion smiles, guess things did turn out great in the end.

“CD!” Marion jumps out his skin, both suddenly realising how they looked and stand, Marinette runs right up to him, “Are you ok!?”

“Yep I’m… great,” Marion exchanges a private glance with Red Hood as Marinette frets over him.

“Thank goodness,” She sighs, shoulders sagging, then coming back up to hit him over the head, “Then why are you such an idiot!”

“Natural talent?” Marion rubs the spot, she put some Ladybug strength in that one.

“At least you’re good at something,” She sighs, brushing her hand over the spot.

“Rude,” Marion pouts, even as his head feels better, and his cut is startling to close up.

“If every things ok then,” Red Hood says awkwardly, “I’ve got a clown to go beat up,”

I Forgot!! How do you forget that! Marion yells at himself When your crush saves you from falling to your death…. Less romantic than it seemed in the moment.

“Have fun….” Marion waves, increasing the awkwardness ten fold, “dear god, I am an idiot!”

He groans into Marinette's shoulder after Red Hood left.

“Yes, but blush later, we need to be ready to provide backup,” Marinette pulls him out of the room stepping over broken glass.

“Uh- yeah! Right! lets go,” Marion snaps out of it, running after her.

“You are such a mess,” She insults as they jog, or with their speed, sprint up the stairs.

“Of all people you don’t get to call me that,” Marion needn't remind her of how she spilt orange juice all over herself at breakfast.

“... You just fell off a building, I was talking about your clothes,” Marinette has on her, ‘you’re an idiot’ face, well practiced that one.

“Oh,”

“But yeah you are a walking disaster,” She speeds up.

“Hey!” Marion sprints after her.

They reach the roof, not as out of breath as they should be.

“I thought I told you to stay put?” Red Hood snaps, alone on the roof.

“You didn’t,” They chorus coincidentally.

“I thought you had common sense,”

“We don’t,” They chorus on purpose.

Red Hood just shakes his head, probably smiling under the helmet.

“So the Joker escaped?” Marinette is the first to wipe the grin off her face.

“He was gone when I got up here,” Red Hood shrugs, “Waiting on intel,”

Probably from oracle.

“I didn’t say thank you!” Marion realises, not used to being the one saved.

“You don’t have to,” He looks away again, “Just doing my job,”

“But I want to,” Marion walks into his line of sight “So thank you,”

“Yeah well… thanks too I guess,” He looks away again and it's starting to get annoying.

“For what,” Marion leans over enough that he should be in sight, but he can't see his eye to confirm.

“I like the outfit you designed off me,” Marion freezes, almost stumbling over, “The interview was… entertaining,”

With that killing blow, a grappling hook is sent out and Red Hook is whisked away.

“.... Hey, can I borrow your miraculous?” Marion says blankly when Marinette comes to stand by him, “I need to wish myself out of existence real quick,”

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ok sorry but how many people do yall think rog has ever slept with cos i’m guessing four figures no lie

okay, i don’t normally respond to messages like this because, frankly, i dont really feel like its my place to speculate on roger’s sex life. Theres a difference between writing a fiction story with a character named after and inspired by him and discussing his actual personal life which i have no real knowledge about. What he gets up to in his free time is between him and the women he does it with. but i didn’t really feel able to ignore this one. please don’t take this as me telling you off or shutting you down or anything like that. If you want to speculate about roger’s body count thats up to you, go nuts with it. and i love when you guys message me and I don’t want to discourage you from feeling like you can talk to me or just send me your random thoughts or whatever about any subject. But I feel like I need to address why I disagree with this sentiment. Also so I can ask ya’ll to please stop asking me questions like this. 

So firstly, just to get this out of the way. 1000 is a lot. even 100 is a lot. I think if rog had slept with 1000+ people he’d have a least a few illegitimate kids and probably would have been checked into rehab for sex addiction (not to mention STIs and such because lbr people in the 70s specifically probs werent the most careful especially if drugs were involved). I mean even if we were going to say Rog got lucky with a different woman after every show we wouldn’t reach 1000. According to google, Queen played around 700 shows in their entire career. If we add shows played by The Cross thats only another 67 odd shows (according to wikipedia). 

now, i think there are 3 things that contribute to this idea of roger as especially promiscuous. 1. His attitude/demeanour/general way he sells himself. 2. the generally held conceptions about rock stars and rock star behaviour. and 3. what i’m going to call fandom dumbassery (but i mean that with a lot of love) 

So lets start with the man himself. Roger Taylor is loud and opinionated and not particularly humble. He knows he’s talented and attractive though for at least some time he was a little self-conscious about how feminine he looked. He’s always up for a laugh, likes to party and has admitted to enjoying his drink and his women. He’s had kids with two different women, who’s relationships “overlapped”, and is currently married to a third. At least that’s the perception we can gleam from his interviews, behind the scenes videos, and other public appearances. 

It’s easy to see how that image leads to accusations of being a womaniser and a cheater and basically a bit of a slut lmao. But here’s the thing. I think Roger, in part, markets himself that way. The thing is, if you look at his solo songs and the relationships he currently has with his kids and their mothers, and things other people have said about him/his relationships over the years, I think it’s fair to say he also has a bit of a romantic streak maybe? idk if thats the best way of describing it...he’s self confessed to not being a fan of marriage and the like but he’s not opposed to writing and singing love songs and seems to believe in ~love~ as a concept/power. He certainly cares deeply for those closest to him. Whether or not that translates to an agreement with monogamy I can’t say for certain. It’s hard to draw conclusions here because a lot of what we know of his personal life was fed to us through magazines and news paper gossip column articles and they were never looking for the truth, they were looking for scandal and sensationalism. 

For instance the whole thing with the overlapping relationships. I think most people who have read anything about roger and dom and debbie realise that it’s not as cut and dry as “he was cheating with debbie and left dom for her” even though that was the story being sold by the press at the time. The reality (or at least the version closer to reality since obviously no one outside of them and whoever they were closest with knows all the nitty gritty details) is that rog and dom had already split when they got married. it was a marriage of convenience to make sure her and the kids would be looked after financially etc even after he’d moved out. So while it looked to the public like he married one chick and 30 odd days later was spotted with another, there really wasn’t anything untoward happening.  I’m not saying he never had casual hookups or one night stands and i’m not saying he never cheated, but I do think some of it’s been exaggerated, whether by him to encourage the rock star perception or by newspaper/magazine articles.

Now, obviously, we have stories of rog, particularly in the late 60s and into the 70s, being with multiple women. There’s that bit in the Interview with a Queen “Groupie” (which is a fantastic read and i defs recommend checking it out if you havent already) where she talks about roger being a chick magnet and says that, at the time, it was pretty common to sleep about. But, she also says she didnt notice him doing it more or less than anyone else and seemed to mostly be with Jo (his girlfriend at the time). This is the same Jo that got a mention in the Queen in 3D book (”i think we all had the feeling that these two were together for life, but it was not to be”). Conversely, we have that quote (which i cannot find rn but i’ll link it when i do) about roger sometimes having one girl upstairs while another waited in the garage for them to be finished. I think it was about Rog in the mid-late 60s in Truro but whatever. Obviously he wasn’t anywhere near celibate and it’s likely was sleeping with people outside of his relationship(s). But one has to assume that as he got older those kinds of antics stopped happening, at least as frequently.

There is one potential story that I remember reading somewhere along the way about Roger cheating on Debbie while she was pregnant. But, take that with a grain of salt because I can’t find the article again and also I think it was from like The Sun or something equally as rubbish. The press was notoriously always printing mean shit about the boys and that might have been another thing they published to create scandal. Even so, if we assume it’s legit that is still only 1 story. Not to throw him under the bus but Brian is the one with multiple confirmed affairs, who literally wrote songs about it all. So why is Roger the one with sleazy reputation? 

This is where my second and third points come in. There is a pervasive idea about what it means to be a rock star. The whole trashing hotel rooms, sleeping with groupies, passing out drunk every night thing. And I’m sure that Queen was like that to an extent. I think it’s pretty common knowledge that all of them got up to shit on the road. Between innuendo laden interviews and songs, videos and accounts of their parties, stories CT has put online, and other stories like the one of Roger bringing out lines of coke as dessert when he was having dinner with motley crue. They definitely embraced the rock and roll lifestyle. And I think with Roger’s personality being what it is, it’s easy to link him to those traditional rock star tropes and say it was all true all the time. I also think Roger has done nothing to counter those beliefs. He’s been open about how he wanted to be a rock star since the minute he picked up a guitar, he’s labelled himself as a great lay in magazines, he’s joked about girls pulling their tits out over dinner in interviews (though he said he didnt take her home), he’s written songs like One Night Stand and Dirty Mind and Airheads which explicitly mention his preference for women and alcohol. I think it’s fair to say he’s kind of encouraged that view of himself. Whether it was just a side effect of being part of such a well known band and having such a boisterous demeanour/personality, or whether it was intentional as a version of promotion i don’t know. maybe a mix of them? I mean I’m sure it didn’t hurt sales and stuff. it’s the whole guys want to be him, girls want to be with him thing, right? Maybe that’s just me being cynical though lmao. 

Anyway, the fandom brain has taken all of that and compressed it into memes and jokes about rog being the band slut. Which i’m not complaining about, lord knows i’ve made the same jokes and reblogged the same posts and used those tropes in my fics. They’re funny and lend themselves to interesting fic concepts. Plus, i think roger is the sort of person who would probably laugh about most of it. But it’s an idea that keeps feeding into itself through fandom, perpetuating what is probably a misguided view of his personal life.

Again, I am sure he’s had his fair share of fun and I’m not trying to make out that he was always perfect or whatever, but I don’t think he’s been with as many women as the popular discourse would imply and I certainly don’t think he’s in the 4 digit numbers. 

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Wherever you may go, wherever you may be, I will never be far away

Beca has been exhausted with work and overtime in order to provide nice things for Chloe, and pay the bills, etc. When Beca comes home at around 11pm, she finds Chloe curled up on the couch after attempting to wait for Beca. Beca becomes very very soft. :)

Title from Billy Joel's Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel).

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Beca is exhausted. She’s been working her ass off at Capital records, trying to make a name for herself, and to provide for her small family of three.

Her girlfriend Chloe, herself, and their newest addition, their rescue puppy they had named Chase, because of how he had chased Beca around the first time she saw him. He was a mix of a Collie and something else they couldn’t figure out, but he was the cutest dog ever. At least that was what Chloe had said, and Beca had come to understand it.

But she would never admit that to Chloe. But that dog was damn adorable.

They live in a nice 2 bedroom apartment in Pomona, CA where Chloe can go to Vet school, at Western University of Health Sciences, and Beca can commute to her office.  Chloe has two more years of school, and she’s going to become a Vet after that, but while she goes to school, Beca is the main source of income. They weren’t broke, but they weren’t rich either, and they tried their best to keep it that way. Chloe worked at a Veterinary Clinic near the school, and helped pay the apartment rent. Although Beca had insisted that she didn’t have to, Chloe had somehow convinced her. And Beca couldn't say no to Chloe Beale.  

They had started dating after the USO tour, after Beca had gotten signed to Capitol, and Chloe had been accepted into WesternU, when Beca finally decided to sack up and tell the ginger her feelings.

Their move to California was scheduled around the same time, and having lived in Brooklyn together before, and having started dating, they had mutually decided that moving-in together was a good idea. Her workplace was not too far from where Chloe was going to go to school, and it being cheaper to live in a bigger apartment in Pomona than being crammed in a small apartment in Hollywood, they had chose to live near WesternU. They had started out living in different rooms at first, but found themselves sleeping better, and much more comfortable together in Beca’s room, and they had transferred Chloes old room into a guest room/Beca’s studio when she needed to work from home, or she wanted to work from home.

Beca usually has work with her clients until 7pm, then edit and work on other things until around 10 and then finally, head home. The drive was about 30 minutes, 45 minutes tops, and she would get home at around 11. She had her days off on Wednesdays, and Saturdays and Sundays were half days, or she would sometimes have the weekends off. She always tried to spend more time with Chloe, and she tried to keep a no-work-at-home policy although there were exceptions. That was easy since she had a girlfriend who she could barely say no to.

Tonight was one of those late nights.

The wifi stopped working, and then there was the printer jamming incident, and then had to make sure her emails were sent to her boss about the new client. She finishes up around a quarter to 11, and she gets in her car, sending a quick text to Chloe, telling her that she’d be heading home now. She doubted that she was still awake though since when she gets home at 10:30, she’s usually getting ready for bed, and on days like this, she’s usually fast asleep on Beca’s side of the bed. She drives home, and gets home at about a quarter past 11.

She unlocks the door quietly, and then opens the door slowly, making sure she doesn’t wake up Chloe, who is probably in another room. She just wanted to be safe, just in case. And then Chase comes trotting over to the door, welcoming her home.

“Shhhh… don’t wake mommy up okay?” She says as she crouches down to pet the puppy.

She sees that the light is still on in the room and looks up, seeing her girlfriend curled up on the couch, asleep.

She’s wearing Beca’s gray Bellas sweater, the one that was originally Chloe’s, she stole it somewhere around her sophomore year when she started living in the Bellas house. She had declared that it was hers now, and Chloe had allowed her to keep it all through the years, and now, Chloe’s back to wearing it again. She smiles, walks to the couch, and sits on the floor to kiss the ginger’s cheek.

“I’m home baby.” She says cupping her cheek and kissing her on the lips.

Chloe flutters open her eyes, and wakes up, looking sleepy as heck as she looks at Beca. “I was waiting for you to come home. “She yawns and stretches, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Sorry I’m late. I was supposed to leave earlier, but a lot of things happened, I can explain tomorrow. “ She smiles and pecks Chloe’s forehead.

“It’s okay. Did you have dinner?” The ginger asks her as she sits up and stretches her arms.

“No. But I’m not that hungry though.”

“Becaaaaa…. you have to eattttt…”Chloe says to her as she gets up. “I have some leftovers I can heat up.”

“No it’s fine. I’m fine. I’m gonna take Chase out before I get ready for bed. Wait for me in bed?” She asks the ginger, getting up and leaving her bag and taking her jacket off, leaving it on the couch. “Chase. Let’s go out. Bathroom time. “ She says to the dog and he runs to the door excitedly.

“Okay fineee, but I’m coming with you two. I don’t wanna be left behind.” She says with a pouty face as she grabs the leash off the hook.

“Okay then, let’s go.” She takes the leash from the ginger, and connects it to Chase’s collar. “Mommy’s coming with us too.”She smiles, holding onto the leash. Chase jumps up and down excitedly, “I know bud, I’m happy that she’s coming with us too.”She says to the pup and pats him on the head.

“Let’s go!” The redhead returns to the living room, and they both walk out the door, letting Chase mark his territory around the complex, while Chloe and Beca talk about their day, holding hands and walking together.

“Jill keeps texting her boyfriend at work, and she’s always on her phone. I don’t understand how she still has a job.”Beca giggles as she talks about her day.

“I’m sure you’re like that sometimes, I swear, sometimes my phone doesn’t stop vibrating with texts from you.”The redhead jokes, holding Beca’s spare hand which isn’t holding Chase’s leash. The summer breeze makes it a bit chilly, and Chloes glad that she wore her hoodie.

“Oh, I’m not that bad!” Beca exclaims in her quiet nighttime voice, “But I also can’t resist my girlfriend sending me sexy snaps in the middle of the day.”She smirks, squeezing the gingers hand for a moment. Beca had to make sure she had set her notifications to be private, she had that one incident when she almost showed her girlfriend on Airplay at a work meeting. From then on, she knew to keep her notifications discreet. She didn’t need anyone seeing her messages. “I swear to god I almost died when I accidentally opened my Snapchat from you during a meeting. I made it just in time but that was so dangerous.”

“That was because you sent me a raunchy text baby. It’s all your fault. “Chloe scoffs.

“I could’ve been fired!” She whisper yells, raising both her occupied arms up.

“Oh stop exaggerating!”The ginger laughs.

"Oh I'm totally getting back at you for that time!"She jokingly says, pointing at Chloe. "I'm gonna do something to make you so horny that you'll have to take a break, no take the day off!"

"Oh, try. You'll never be able to do that. Remember who always loses the no touching challenge?"

"..um... you?..."

"Oh you wish."Chloe giggles, kissing her nose and running ahead of them. "You can't catch me!!"

"H-Hey!! Chloooooo!"Beca follows along with Chase, but it looks like Chase is taking poor Beca on a run.

“Hey Bec?” Chloe says as they make their way back into the house, unhooking Chase’s leash off of him and letting him run inside.

“Huh?”Beca looks at the ginger, closing the door behind and then making sure it’s locked.

“I love you.”She says, her smile soft and genuine.

These are the moments that make Beca’s heart pound like crazy. Like how did she deserve this angel? How? “I love you too.” She repeats back, kissing the ginger and wrapping her arms around her. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”she mumbles into Chloes shoulder as they awkwardly toddle over to the couch and fall onto it.

“Everything Bec. You’re amazing. I wonder if I ever deserve you. You spoil me too much baby. “She chuckles as she kisses her forehead.

“And you tease me too much.”Beca jokes, and she earns a light slap from the ginger. “Heyyy! Thats not fair!”

“Its fair alright, I tease you because you’re just too damn adorable.”

“Am not! I’m not adorable! I’m badass!” She says as she tries to pry herself away from Chloe, but her girl is too strong, making her stuck in Chloe’s embrace.

“Okay, okay, whatever you say cutiehead.”She giggles, kissing her right on the cheek.

“Ugh, I hate you.”Beca pouts jokingly.

“You do not hate me. Exaggerator!”She kisses her cheek again, this time much more like a wet-grandma-like kiss.

“Ewwwwww… you kiss like a grandma! My cheek is wet!”Beca complains, wiping it off with her arm.

“Want me to do it again?”Chloe asks, going in for the kiss again, but Beca’s hand stops it from reaching her cheek. “Noooooooooh!” Her lips get closer again.

“I don’t hear a please Beca.”Chloe teases, getting even closer.

“NOooooooh!”

“C’mon Beca. Just one word baby.”

“Okay fine! Please stop!” Beca gives up and Chloe’s lips retrieves.

“See? That wasn’t so hard? Was it Beca? When you’re a good girl, you get your way, or can get things faster.”She winks. “But when you’re a bad girl, you don’t get your way, and sometimes you can get more pain or teasing from it. “She lowers her hand down to Beca’s ass and squeezes it, making Beca wince. She had been a bad girl in bed last Saturday, and the pain was much better but its still hurt a bit. But that story’s for another day.

“Can we go to bed? I’m really tired. Like exhausted.”Beca asks her girlfriend, looking up at her with pouty eyes.

“Okay. Let’s get to bed, really tired. I don’t know where my Beca went though.”She jokes and giggles, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.

“Its almost 12. Which means it’s already tomorrow, and now we don’t have anymore time to sleep…”Beca mumbles as she walks into the closet and gets changed into her pajamas, an oversized teeshirt, which is of corse Chloe’s, and plops down on the bed.

“You’re okay. C’mere baby.”Chloe says as she lifts the comforter up and slides in, waiting for Beca to do the same.

Beca yawns as she gets in and curls up close to Chloe, her bing the little spoon and Chloe being the big spoon. “I love you.” She closes her eyes, and lets Chloe wrap her body around hers, feeling safe and comfortable.

“You’re quite the over thinker, aren’t you baby.”Chloe chuckles as she peppers kisses all over Beca’s head, and then starts running her fingers through Beca’s hair, allowing her to relax.

“But it’s true though, i.....”

“Shh… baby. Stop talking and calm down.” The ginger says gently and kisses her head once again.

Beca’s train of thoughts don’t stop though,she stops talking but the thoughts in her mind keep running, and she can't seem to stop them. She thinks about how perfect her life is, with Chloe and Chase, and how she want to pop the question soon. How she's gonna do that, what say to ask Stacie to help her pick the engagement ring, and then how the wedding is gonna be, how she's gonna tell the Bellas, and on and on and on and....

“Beca. Turn off your thoughts. I can still hear the gears turning.”Chloe says.

"I'm no...."

"Save the questions and the thoughts for another day Becs. " She rubs her arm.

“Mkay….night...”Beca mumbles, turning and facing Chloe’s body, curling up once again as she rubs her back.

It can wait another day.

She soon relaxes and lets sleep take over, feeling safe and sound in Chloe’s arms.

Chloe kisses the sleeping brunette's head for the last time before she falls asleep.

“Good night, my angel.”

[teannamon]

Why Do You Think This Would Work? Ch4 [Taichihaya]

They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan.

In which Mashima Taichi doesn’t want to be bothered by his mother’s prospects anymore and Ayase Chihaya hates her sister’s attempts of finding her a boyfriend.

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

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“Oh Dr. Mashima? Yeah he’s on break right now but I think you can find him somewhere in the cafeteria” the nurse at the help desk answered.

“Ok thank you,” the small woman bowed and thanked her and turned to her companion “Let’s go find him Hana”

“Right!”

The two women walked to the direction of the cafeteria. It was actually not that crowded as they had expected. It was eerily quiet save for the hushed conversations of the hospital staff taking their much needed break.

Hanano quickly spotted an all too familiar light brown hair from across the cafeteria talking to some colleagues and alerted Kanade.

“There he is Oe-senpai,” she grabbed her arm and walked towards him.

“Hey, Mashima, I think you got some more admirers,” one of the doctors joked to Taichi to which he turned around, surprised to see his friends, Oe Kanade and Hanano Sumire, approaching him.

He excused himself from the group and gestured the two to the outside cafeteria.

“Hey nice seeing you t-”

Before he could greet the two women, Kanade went ahead and delivered slap after slap on Taichi’s back.

“Ow! What is it with you women and hitting me for no reason?”

The small woman pouted and stopped. “How come you didn’t tell us first? We had to know from Nikuman-kun that you and Chihaya are finally together!”

“Huh? How did Nishida know?”

Hanano interjected, “He met up with Arata-senpai a few days ago when he went to visit Fukui and senpai told him”

‘That damn Arata!’ he cursed thinking of the ways he could punch him telepathically.

“So tell us what happened!” Kanade demanded

“Yeah yeah, what made you grow a backbone to ask her in a way she understood?”

“H-hold on you got this all wrong,” he waved his hands in a desperate attempt to calm both of them down.

‘I will definitely kill Arata for this’

“We’re not really dating, it’s just a fake relationship”

“Eh?!” the two women simultaneously exclaimed.

For the next ten minutes or so, Taichi tried his best to sum up the events of last week and why they came to the decision to start fake dating.

Kanade looked so defeated after hearing Taichi’s explanation. Even after 5 years of graduating, she’s still looking forward to Taichi and Chihaya ending up together sometime soon. She still has her hakama and kimono designs on the ready for their future wedding.

Meanwhile, Hanano is in deep thought while listening to Taichi. Then her eyes lit up, “Wait this is great then!”

“How is this great Hana? This is just like marrying for convenience, there’s no feelings involved it's a tragedy I tell you” Kanade wailed at the other.

Hanano raised her finger, “Ah but even so, this is a great opportunity for Mashima-senpai and Ayase-senpai to get together for real now”

Now Kanade got what Hanano was trying to say and turned to Taichi with enthusiasm.

“She’s right! This is the closest you can get Chihaya to properly realize your feelings for her”

“I-I don’t think I’m following,” Taichi said, confused.

“You know how in shoujo mangas, the bad boy fake dates the shy girl and in the process they end up liking each other?” Hanano didn’t wait for an answer as she continued “Well, if and when you live together you can make her finally see your romantic side and long story short she’ll be swept off her feet like a lovestruck princess!”

The young woman exclaimed with such exaggerated gestures.

“I think what Hana is trying to say is that this fake relationship is a great way for you to actually date her without coming up with excuses, and when things are finally comfortable between you two maybe you can tell her what you really feel, hm?”

‘Tell her how I really feel huh?’

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Taichi pulled up to the Ayase residence just after his shift ended early. Today is Chihaya’s moving day into his apartment, and a week into fake dating.

It’s anticlimactic as it goes between him and Chihaya though. She’s still her usual self when it’s just the two of them, still the tomboyish karuta baka he’s always known her to be just older and maybe a bit mature now.

“Ah Taichi, come in” Chitose answered the door for him.

“Thanks, I’m coming in” he greets “Is Chihaya ready?”

“She’s upstairs, still packing a few things” she gestured towards the stairs with her thumb.

Last time Taichi was at her house was Chihaya’s “Congrats on being Queen�� party last year, but it’s been a long while since he went to her room.

He didn’t bother to knock on her door since it was wide open.

“Oi Chihaya, what’s taking you so long?” he asked the hunched down figure.

Surprised, she whipped her head to look at Taichi standing at her doorway. “Taichi! Come help me please”

He walked over to see what she’s dealing with. A full suitcase she can’t zip. He wondered why it wouldn’t zip so he hunched next to her and lifted the cover up.

“Why did you put your whole closet in here?!” he asked, shocked.

“I’m going to live with you now aren’t I?”

“But not permanently,” he flicked her forehead as she yelped in surprise “you’re just moving in until we figure out when to stop fake dating”

“Fiine,” she pouted and started to take out a few of her clothes of the suitcase “I really don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me stay with you regardless”

‘Because I like you for real, you idiot’ he frustratedly answered in his thoughts and thought about what Kanade and Hanano had told them the other day.

On their way out they pass by Chieko and Kenji who just came home. According to Chihaya, they’re both amused but at the same time not at all surprised when she told them they were “dating”.

“Shouldn’t both of you stay for dinner?” Chieko asked as she hung her coat.

“I appreciate it, Chieko-san, but we’ll get dinner on the way to the apartment,” Taichi answered.

“Ok take care you two,” Chieko smiled and went inside while Kenji stayed a while to talk to the both of them.

“Take care of Chihaya for us,” he beamed as he patted Taichi on the shoulder “and feel free to visit from time to time eh?”

“Sure Kenji-san, I promise”

Sure enough, Chihaya quickly seated herself comfortably in the car next to the driver while Taichi loaded up her things in the backseat. As soon as everything’s ready to go he got in the driver’s seat and started to drive.

“So where should we ea-,” he turned to ask her when he was met with an eyes wide open sleeping Chihaya. He smiled fondly at her, “Apartment it is then”

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NEXT CHAPTER (tba)

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Hooray thats the introductory chapters done ^^ Now we move on to the more juicy parts of this story as planned mwahahaha

And shout out and credits to yuvvaniq for the wonderful Taichihaya fanart she finished for me for this story aaaaaa it came out so much lovelier than I expected, bless uvu

And as always thanks to the wonderful people who read my story you know who you are but I’m going to tag you guys anyways lmao

@adeuscontosdefadas ​ @otaku-shipper ​ @my-anime-diary ​ @rainbowreflects ​ @akkalafuru ​ @squirtlewithdagger ​ and the anon who sent me an anonymous review uvu and even to those who just read and are too shy to leave a comment i love you all too

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ateez reaction to you playing a viagra prank on them (m)

anon: omg love your writing. can i please request an ateez reaction to you playing a viagra prank on them and if you could please make it a little long. i just think that’ll be hilarious.

HONGJOONG:

he’d be in the hotel room next door to yours, sharing a room with yunho when he starts to feel it getting hard

he doesn’t know why it’s getting hard, he wasn’t thinking of anything besides wanting to go to sleep but it jolts him awake

luckily yunho left the room to go join san and wooyoung

u, on the other hand, are wondering if it had set in yet so u look it up and when u realise it should kick in by now

u facetime him just to mock him

he immediately picks up

u put on a smirk and ur suddenly more annoying than usual according to hongjoong

“hi joong. how’s it going?”

he tried to hide it but u know whats going on...he just...doesn’t know it was u

“nothing much” he says “just y’know...making beats on my laptop...haha!”

“oh? that must be hard to do huh?”

“not really, it comes naturally to me now. why are u still awake?”

“it’s just...so...hard...to fall asleep and it’s so frustrating...my temper just...keeps growing...because of it...”

“stop that...why are u talking like that u weirdo” 

ur laugh suddenly can’t be contained and u just burst out in cackles, throwing the phone on the bed 

“ya! why are u laughing at me!”

once u managed to get urself together u grabbed ur phone and told him the prank u pulled on him while u and the members went out to eat earlier

his face fumes!!!

“ya! was this u?” he angrily scoffs “why would u pick me as ur victim?!”

“ur easily deceived joong. plus i saw it at the pharmacy counter yesterday and thought it’d be funny”

“im gonna beat ur ass when i see u tomorrow”

“come to my room we’ll figure out what to do with it”

“it would get flaccid seeing u, no thanks”

and u start bickering back and forth for a good three mins before joong groans into his pillow

“ya! i hate u so much!!!”

SEONGHWA

omg this baby would be so shy about it

u gave it to him it in replace of headache relief pill...but he doesn’t know that bc seonghwa doesn’t check

he’ll be on a vlive with yeosang later on when it starts getting hard

ur watching their vlive from the other room and ur just waiting...for something to happen...

when it gets hard all of a sudden his face contorts

“omo...”

and he’d look down but then immediately look up bcos he’s realising on live broadcasting

yeosang b like “what? what’s wrong?”

and seonghwa would be so speechless he’d look back and forth from yeosang to the camera 

nobody can see it bc of the filter but he is blushing like crazy

“hyung, stop fooling around, what’s wrong?”

and u watch as seonghwa whispers something into his ear, u in ur room quietly laughing to urself but also thinking of how to apologise to seonghwa bc u know he doesn’t handle pranks like these well

yeosang then does the same as seonghwa and looks back and forth from him and the camera

yeosang be like “ok everyone we have to go! it’s getting late goodnight!”

but the time is only 8pm and u just laugh as u turn ur phone off

from ur room u can hear them panicking about what to do, and seonghwa yelling and yeosang yelling back

YUNHO

big baby would also be so shy!!!

this prank would be urs and wooyoung’s idea

u would be accompanying him and the members on the set of an mv filming

u would be watching yunho and wooyoung being goofy behind the scenes in front of the cameras

and then yunho’s face suddenly changes...like in the gif...god

and wooyoung is smirking and being touchy feely with him bc he knows whats up

“yunho, is everything ok? ur not feeling sick are u?” he teases

“get y/n...i need her...like now...wooyoung please...”

wooyoung laughs at him as he goes over to u and tell u that ur boyfriend wants u

“baby what’s wrong?” u say, acting like u dont know whats wrong

he looks around, his face blushing bright red, to make sure nobody is looking at him

“i...”

“yunho...tell me what’s wrong”

“babe i-i have a...b-boner...”

u cant help but laugh and he quickly covers up ur mouth while backing u up into somewhere secluded

“shhh!!! please!!!”

“how’d u manage that huh? what were u thinking of huh?”

“literally nothing! idk why i just got it...god it hurts...what do i do?”

u put ur hand between his thighs knowing u two are alone and u squeeze one of his thighs lightly

“we could help it a bit? there’s an unused room down the hall-”

but before u can even finish it yunho grabs ur arm and dashes through the hall with u

“please, i just want it gone, i cant be having a boner on an mv, i’d get clowned by atiny”

YEOSANG

i think he’d either be the most calm about it or be the complete opposite and freak out 

but let’s stick to the most calm since that’s more his personality

u would pull the same prank on him like u did with seonghwa, making him think it was a headache relief pill

he’ll be in the middle of dancing with the members when all of a sudden...

he’d be like: and i...OOP!

he’d try to get through a few minutes dancing with it bc he thinks he’s gotten a random hard-on and thinks if he focuses on something else then it will go away

but not with viagra

when he realises its not going down he’d excuse himself to the toilets 

he’ll sit in a cubicle and wait for someone in there to leave before taking off the lower half clothes and touching himself

he wants it to go away because he has no time to be embarrassed

he just wants it to go away and he’s panicking because he’s been touching himself for god knows how long and he cant feel himself getting close

so he texts you as a last resort

yeosang: babe

you: yes?

yeosang: i really need a big favor from you

you: hm...depends what it is...

yeosang: baby can you touch yourself and let me hear you?

you: oh? you’re horny?

yeosang: i wasn’t but i just got this hard-on and i went to touch myself but nothing...

yeosang: i know it’s late but i panicked, im sorry...oh god, you really don’t need to, it’s okay don’t worry

YOU are calling...

SAN

cute baby boy would so laugh the fact that you and yunho had plotted to pull this prank off so san wouldn’t sleep tonight

he’d just laugh at himself as he watches it get harder and harder in the shower

“oh my god! what is this!”

cackles and cackles, his cute laughs everywhere

yunho is sitting in their shared room on his phone and all he can hear is san yelling and cackling at himself in the shower

he knows what’s up

“yunho! i got a boner!”

yunho laughs so hard at how easy it is for san to just tell him these things

“pretty sure a little birdie and i slipped something in your americano this morning to get back at u for the shampoo prank but that’s none of my business!”

san laughs so hard he nearly slips but thankfully he’s okay

he’s just . looking down at himself . laughing

he isn;t surprised that yunho pulled this off but you? his own girlfriend? would betray him like this?

he peeks out from the shower curtain and grabs his phone thats sitting closeby and he starts to call you

when u pick up u are welcomed to the sound of san’s high pitched screaming

“ya! i can’t believe how much of a snake you are! do you know what you did to me? cause im staring at it right now and it hurts! it’s funny but what if this never comes down in the morning! how am i supposed to sleep on my stomach when this...thing...wants to sleep with me! ya! you’re dead tomorrow!”

san doesn’t talk about anything else for the rest of the night except for ways to get rid of his hard-on while yunho is fast asleep

MINGI

omg another big baby that would both be shy and be dramatic about it

u pranked him earlier and now u and mingi are baking something together for yeosang’s birthday that’s coming soon

he’s whirring mixture when it starts to get hard and he immediately shuts the machine off

he takes a big deep breath because he’s not sure just how on earth he has managed to get a boner in the middle of baking

he tries to push it down but that!!! hurts!!!

he shrieks and u ask him whats wrong

he ushers you away, telling u nothing is wrong

but u have a faint idea that maybe it’s the little viagra pill u slipped into his drink earlier

mingi can’t take it no more bc it gets harder and harder the more he tries to ignore it

he’s quiet, silently inching behind you before you feel it pressing against your back

hm, you think

“babe. i’m not sure what’s going on but it’s stressing me out.”

“but we’re baking”

“i know but if i keep going the others are bound to see it and i, for sure, know they’re going to clown me”

“the cupcakes are gonna burn baby, you’ll just have to wait”

but he’s a big baby and he just whines over and over, whimpering as it gets even harder and warms his stomach

it makes you laugh so hard but you enjoy toying with mingi 

you love seeing him be so helpless and under your control

“baby can’t we just pause the oven and resume it when we’re done?”

WOOYOUNG

i see him having the same reaction as san but more exaggerated except because of the situation, he’s more collected about it:

u thought it was funny to drop one in his coke while u were eating out with the members

on the drive home the members are all fast asleep in the van except for you and wooyoung

you because you were reading a really cool book and wooyoung...well because he’s been trying to hide his hard-on since it started getting hard

you’ve been noticing how often he’s been changing positions with his legs and it started to irk you a little now because you just want him to tell you that he’s hard without getting shy

“babe, if you’re going to keep hiding your hard-on from me you might aswell just sit with the driver so i can’t see”

“how...how did you know?”

you laugh to yourself putting your hand between his thighs and rubbing it 

wooyoung is hot and absolutely not collected but he stays quiet because he’s with his members and they’re all asleep

you unbutton his jeans and wooyoung gets even more hotter bc ur hand presses against his throbbing hard-on

you rub it, just to see his reaction and the way he closes his eyes pleases you

but then he opens them quickly, realising where he is

you laugh at him and punch him jokingly, “relax, i’m not going to jack you off while the others are here”

and wooyoung groans but he knows ur right and besides, it’s much more fun when u two are alone

JONGHO

omg what a sweet boy!

[blue-eyedangel21]

I’m sorry..

So I wrote a whole essay yesterday only for tumblr to be really stupid and I lost it. Anyways, I came to write out my feelings and my thoughts before being done with this tumblr.  I've mentioned this tumblr to you before and you didn't care enough to even look at it for yourself. So I'm sure me typing all this is a huge waste of time but its worth losing this amount of time to let out everything I need to, to move on. It's time I put this all in my past. So we tried again recently.  And I fucked it up. Because that's all I've been doing for years now.  I'm really sorry, truly, for how i behaved and lashed out on you. It's not okay how I handled that situation.  But I have told people time and time again that I am NOT doing well mentally or emotionally. And I was not kidding nor exaggerating, as you had to find out the hard way. I did try to calm myself down when I was mad and said how I felt and what I thought at first in the most calm way I knew how then you proceeded to be an asshole and talk to me sideways. So I lost my shit. You had the opportunity to see my ugly"asshole" side.  You say I can't handle yours  when I dealt with it for a year, but you couldn't handle mine after ONE time of lashing out on you. I did NOT ghost you. I told you in the voice clip, that I was done. YOU said you weren't listening to it. So therefore it was your fault that you didn't know i was done. Your fault that you didn't take the time to hear what I had to say and went around saying I ghosted you. In that moment of anger, I was done with you. But of course like always after my anger and feelings have calmed down, I felt like shit and regretted how I behaved and the stupid decisions I make when I'm upset. So in all of that out of control emotion, I lost you. And IT IS MY FAULT. And yes I do regret it. But what is done is done. I admitted to being the problem.  But im not all of what was wrong in that relationship.  You too had issues of your own that you did not hold yourself accountable for. And I dont find it fair that I had no problem admitting I was the issue and holding myself accountable for that and my behavior. However I rarely ever heard you own up to your shit. So I'm not taking all the blame but I can take most of it because some of it was me too and not just you. But I bet you are okay with me taking the blame for all of it. The constant leaving you was not because I wanted to but because of how you made me feel. Yet I felt like I couldn't live with you, I also couldn't live without you. And that was the confusing part. Why i probably kept going back and forth. I never felt this way about anyone . I never felt like I couldn't live with them but I couldn't live without them either. You have disrespected me many times and I bit my tongue and said nothing. My whole life I've been around drama and bullshit and narcissistic abuse.. so I dont know how to be confrontational in a healthy way or how to communicate effectively without feeling like im always the problem or im wrong or my feelings are wrong. And etc. It's hard to explain but a lot of that has to do with what I had to deal with growing up and still somewhat dealing with it as an adult. So im trying to break myself from bad, unhealthy, toxic behaviors and habits. So thats why im still doing and reacting the way i am. I am 25 years old and still dealing with that shit, its not part of my past yet, but it will be. So thats just explaining why I'm like this, not excusing it.  So the times I left were mostly YOUR fault. But you also left at least  2 times too..so it isn't all me. Every time I would for sure leave you alone, youd come running back. Just when I thought I could move on here you were. And sometimes I was the one running back. Like I said i was confused. But im not running back this time. I'm not gonna reach out to you. I dont hate you nor do I love you any less. I still love you with all of my heart and that hasn't changed nor will it ever even if that has changed for you because of how I've hurt you. But for me this is speaking my truth. And thsts the truth. I'm sorry that i threw everything we were trying to build together, in the garbage over an argument and because of my emotions and my mental health being so terrible. If I could go back and change that I would but we are better off going our separate ways. I'm sorrh I had to block you but I had to block Sierra too. I do not appreciate her posts. Feel what she may but what I wrote was honest and wasn't just about you but about others I've hurt along the way. You are not the only one. I don't care that she feels that way or if she doesn't like me anymore. She's not in my shoes nor are you, to understand or try to understand. I already admitted to being the issue so if she didn't like what I posted on my fb she could've just deleted and blocked me. But instead of reacting in a bad way i deleted and blocked her because i dont need negativity when im trying to heal and move on. I dont need her judgmentYou sent19 minutes agoNor do I need yours. You are always gonna see me as the bad guy and that's fine. But im no longer looking at myself that way. I'm seeing a woman who is trying to break herself from toxic ways and toxic behavior but is struggling to do it while also going through a lot of shit. Im flawed just like you..I'm not perfect. Not even close to it. I've been understanding and patient and always trying to see your perspective and its never really been a two ways street with you. You expect that from me but don't expect to give it back. And I'm tired of that. Been tired of that. I put it in alot of effort to make shit work when I was trying to fix things but I got tired, Bee. I didn't take you seriously because every time I tried to i didnt feel like you were taking it seriously enough to change your ways and your lifestyle. I wanted you to work so you had an income to better yourself and your future and also to help tatianna with Julian. As a single mom it is hard to take care of a kid by yourself and I wanted you to try to help her financially at least.  And not only a job but to stop drinking because I don't want you to end up in a coffin at such a young age. And to leave behind your son. How fair is that to Julian?  I love you, bee. I never want anything bad to happen to you even if you don't believe that. You're the only one who doesn't see how much i love you or how bad you have had an emotional toll on me. For some reason you're blinded by all of that. You say i didn't love you but if i hadn't I would've been done with you the very first time we broke up in November . But no I fell hard for you and put a lot of effort and love into us only for us to fall apart. So.. I hope you know i wanted a family with you too. I wanted to wake up next to you and my daughter,  and one day maybe. Not just my daughter. But a child of our own. With big blue eyes and curly hair.. that looked like you. I wanted a lil boy that looked like you with my eyes and hair and your face.  I wanted that more than i could tell you. I never could tell you that because i got embarrassed.  But I wanted that, with you. Not anyone else and now i feel like that I don't want another relationship.  Nor do i want to even bother starting over with someone else and feeling like this again. I don't even care anymore. Im so drained and exhausted. You were the love of my life. I fucked it up and now the bed I made, I have to lay in. So yeah you get the satisfaction of knowing I'm hurting and regretting what I did. But I get the satisfaction of never allowing myself to make this mistake again with another person and to focus on my issues with myself so I don't bring this kind of baggage and problems into my future relationships.  So maybe it's for the better that we move on. Maybe one day you can forgive me  enough to not hate me and maybe if I'm lucky enough to at least call you my friend.  I loved you like I've never loved anyone and it is hard to write without crying but I know that sometimes life is pain and heartbreak and that if we were ever meant to be than maybe somewhere down the road we could rekindle a friendship or more but maybe the timing is off and you were my right person but wrong time. . Maybe you'll come back...maybe you won't but please know you had my heart like no others. I felt that in my soul.  I felt it when I looked at you. When I thought about you. When i talked about you. When I looked in your eyes. When you smiled or laughed. When you were doing whatever and I was just staring at you. With every kiss. Every moment in your arms. When you were sleeping so peacefully.  When you were being you, I felt like i was home and I cant tell you the last time i felt that way. It was when my grandma was alive. So to find someone who was even close to feeling like home is a serious misfortune to lose like this. And losing you and this relationship will be a grieving process for me. I had to lose the one thing that brought me happiness, wholeness and love. So I'm heartbroken it has come to this because of my actions. But I love you Bee. Please take care of yourself.

[xsspeedsterr]

(Heated) a Marvel’s Spider-Man 2017 Fanfiction

(This is 1/2 prompts made by Me and @crazyfanatic97 that take place in 2x01 “How I Thwipped My Summer Vacation” so we hope you enjoy like and Reblog for more, And this has slight sexual content btw anyways enjoy)

It was a lovely Saturday in Summer and Peter, Gwen, Anya and Miles were all setting up tents and making sure they had all there food and water to Last them the week they were in the wilderness where Peter was excited to finally check something off his Perfect Summer check list hopefully no villain decides to come out of the woods so he has to ditch his friends to Spider-Man off Easier said then done givin how it seemed that over the summer, every villian seemed to want to come out of the woodwork and attack him. if Peter was being honest he was surprised that Venom hasn’t shown up When Peter was wondering what villain would pop out at him this week a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he felt a pair of plump bubblegum pink lips plant a kiss on his cheek

"Hey, you seem a bit tense..something wrong?" Gwens soft voice whispered into his ear, reaching up to stroke his hair.

"Need some alone time with me to calm down?" She teased and Peter blushed “N-No I’m fine don’t worry” Peter smiled at Gwen "You sure, i mean...i havnt seen you most of the summer." She stroked his hair again and sighed.

"Those villians got to see more of you than i did." She pouted “Oh trust me that isn’t a good thing” Peter laughed it off rubbing his shoulder it was still a bit sore from one of his last fights Gwen reached over and massaged it a bit.

"you alright?" But non the less he tried to calm Gwen down and assure her that he was fine

Something that wasnt working too well especially when she accidently touched one of his fresher bruises Peter flinched back his arm shyly it was still stinging a bit "Mind if I kiss it?" She joked “Heh um n-no” Peter blushes this relationship was new but it was getting better everyday for him Gwen reached and pulled up his shirt enough that she could get to the shoulder and gave it a nice long kiss Then there was rustling coming from the bushes turns out it was Anya and Miles coming back with fire wood Peter started to panic Gwen pulled herself back, and threw down Peters shirt,trying too mask and hide her blush “Alright I think that’s all we’ll need for tonight” Anya said as she placed the wood beside the fire pit and turned around to Peter and Gwen but gave them a weird look once she saw them "Thats great, less work and more fun right?" Chuckled Peter “Yaaa is everything alright with you guys” Anya questioned as she took in that Gwen was covering her face and Peter was shifting around weirdly "Whatever do you mean?" Gwen innocently asked Anya just lifted an eyebrow before turning around and going to get dinner going Miles gave the two of them an equally curious look, but brushed it off to go start the fire. Peter walked over to Gwen and sighed.

"Too close." “Ya no shit Pete” Gwen laughed nervously before getting up “c’mon we should probably go help the others”

“I’d love to” Gwen smirked as she tried her hand at being seductive but wasn’t quite sure if it was working Of course givin Peters luck with girls, any attempt was bound too work

A couple hours later and they had just finished Dinner and were sitting around the camp fire with Miles trying to tell scary stories

"And then, when they looked at the car door, they found a rusty old hook..but then..the now one handed murderer came up from behind...." "And what?" Peter asked with a mouth full of marsh mellows "He threw a rock at them!" “Awww that’s lame” Gwen pouted at the sour turn of events in the story "Wait how did he throw it that hard with only one hand?" Anya inquired “He used his hook hand too?” Miles tried to recover the story "But its stuck to that door " Pointed out Peter “C’mon Pete” Miles said over exaggerating his arm movements Everyone was laughing "Sorry, i cant help it."

Anya giggled at the boys banter before yawning “alright I think I’m gonna get some shut eye now” Anya stretched out as she stood up "Yeah, i think im ready to hit the hay too "Gwen winked at Peter and giggled Peter blushed and offered to clean up when everyone went to bed "If you insist." Miles said with a shrug As everyone shuffled into there tents Peter hopped into his and laid on his sleeping bag about 10 minutes have passed by since everyone went to sleep But everyone wasn’t fully asleep then Peter heard shuffling outside and sat up on high alert

"Peter?" Gwen whispered softly into the tent “Ya?” Peter sat up and unzipped the tents door Gwen crawled right in and planted a little kiss on his shoulder, smiling as she sat on his lap “Woh hey” Peter chuckled he could feel the blood starting to flow to his groin

"Sorry, i just missed you all summer." Gwen traces her finger down his shoulder “Hey I missed you too” Peter leaned in and captured her lips while grabbing her hips Gwen giggled and lightly pushed Peter into the floor of the tent and hovered over him “Hopefully this week will be villain free” Peter signs "I hope so too" Gwen leaned down and kissed the underside of his chin. ."I need my Spidey-time " she teased Peter smiled at the nickname “if I remember correctly you owe me some alone time” Peter smirked at Gwen she was trying to tease him all day knowing he couldn’t say anything when Anya and Miles were around she was a sneaky one "Well, how about we both cash in on that offer? hmmm” she she smirked cupping his face Peter leaned into her touch as there mouths intertwined tenderly Things started to get faster as Peter sped up a bit as he pulled her in by her waist he angled his head and started to plant kisses on her neck down to her collar bone where he started to suck a bit Gwen bit her lip and started to thread her hands threw his brown hair Peters hands started to head down south as it got more heated Gwen let out a squeal as Peter squeezed her hips then started to pull her yoga pants down as there mouths found each other’s again there tongues started fighting for dominance once Gwens pants were off she started to grind on Peter then started to work his shirt up his body feeling up his abs along the way and whining a bit as she had to break there mouths apart for a second to get the damn shirt off him fully Peters hands went right back to Gwens ass once the shirt was off deciding to be daring he gave her butt a little slap and smirked into the kiss when she squeaked but that squeak turned into a breathy moan as Peters fingers hooked onto her pink panties as the other squeezed her ass

“Um are you ok in there?” Anya called out hearing how much commotion they were making in the tent there blood ran cold as they heard the tents zipper be undone and when Gwen tumbled off of Peters lap and they both looked up they saw the very confused and shocked faces of there two best friends

“Shit” Gwen swore under her breath as she covered her rosy cheeks with her hands as Peter threw his sleeping bag over his legs not wanting his friends to see his erection right now

“A-Anya Miles what are you guys doing up” Peter panicked “We thought someone was getting attacked by a bear ya know with all the sounds coming from your tent it sure sounded like it” Anya said in a accusing manner throwing in a couple Latin curses for good measure meanwhile Miles looked like a kid who had just walked in on his parents his jaw hanging open at the scene in front of him “S-so how long has this been going on for?” Miles asked a bit hurt that his friends didn’t tell him and if he was completely honest he did ship his two friends but he was to hurt to say that right now

“Um around the end of the year look we’re so sorry we didn’t tell you guys it’s just this is still pretty new so we didn’t wanna ruin the friend dynamic between all of us by throwing in our relationship” Gwen bit her lip

Anya sighed she was to tired right now to deal with this “this is not over we are talking about this in the morning” Anya warned pointing a finger at the two teens caught in the act

Peter shrunk down into the sleeping bag if he was being completely honest Anya was scarier then any villain when she got angry like this

“Ooh you guys are in trouble” Miles smirked a bit at them while he secretly thanked god it wasn’t him this time on the other side of Anyas rath

Anya turned on her heel and marched back to her tent already thinking up how she was going to dig into her friends in the morning she was definitely also gonna enlist Miles help in setting up a prank

“Alright well night guys and hey make sure to use protection” He joked as he went off to his tent as well zipping Peters back up

Gwen turned to Peter “guess we better get some sleep before we’re chewed out by Anya” “Ya” Peters heart was beating a thousand miles a minute from what just occurred between him and Gwen

Gwen laid down and wrapped her arms around him “next time we gotta find somewhere more private” “Agreed” Peter answered as he snuggled up with Gwen and fell asleep as the night went by

[ask-the-rose-schnees]

~Sweet tooth~

-A simple, slice of life-esque fluffy one shot-

Prompt: Coffee ☕

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It is a clear sunny spring afternoon, Ruby was happily skipping alongside Weiss on the Valen streets, barely able to contain her excitement, as they head towards a new date spot Weiss wanted to introduce Ruby to, a small cafe in a quiet corner of the bustling city called "La Fleur Blanche" that the ice queen enjoyed going to for some quiet alone time.

"Are we there yet?" Ruby chirped excitedly.

"For the third time Ruby. WE ARE NOT THERE YET. Its still a couple streets away!" The heiress answered in an annoyed tone, while trying (and failing) to hide the smirk growing on her face, amused by her girlfriend's excitement.

Were does this girl fit all that energy?

Weiss thought to herself as the two turn a corner. She acts like Ruby's boundless enthusiam for the smallest of things annoys her, but in truth? The heiress finds that part of her partner rather cute.

After a few more minutes of walking they finally arrived to their destination, a small but fancy looking building in a quiet backstreet, with the name "La Fleur Blanche" writen in cursive above the door.

"L...lay....flee-y...your...b...blan...chee?" Ruby stammers out as she squints her eyes, trying desperately to pronounce the foreign words in front of her, earning a chuckle from her girlfriend standing next to her. "Its "La Fleur Blanche". It means "The White Flower"."

Only then does Ruby notice the many potted white flowers decorating the front of the cafe. "Oh. Well that explains that." She says as she laughs awkwardly. The two of them walk inside.

The gentle chime of a bell resonates as the front door of the cafe opens. The barista- whom was fumbling under the counter- perks his head up to notice the two girls walking in, one of which he immediately recognizes as one of the regulars, Weiss Schnee, wearing a gorgeous baby blue sundress, accompanied by a cute bubbly girl wearing a simple red hoodie and short ripped jeans.

Well thats new. The barista thought to himself, the heiress usually came here alone.

He walks up to the cash register and greets the pair as they approach the counter. "Welcome miss Schnee! What can I do for you today?"

"One cappuccino with two oatmeal cookies please." Weiss answered.

"And what can I get you little lady?" He said facing Ruby.

"Hmmmmmm...." The short brunette squinted her eyes at the menu while scratching her cheek, trying decide what she wants, except she has absolutely no idea what that would be to begin with. Ruby doesn't usually go to cafes. She doesn't even normally drink coffee! Unless its destroyed with cream and sugar at least. So the small huntress was at a complete loss at what she should get. All these names are just so weird! You can't even tell what any of those drinks are!

The heiress figured this would happen, she brought Ruby here because she wanted to try to broaden the girl's tastes. But since her partner is largely unaccustomed to the world of coffee, she naturally as no idea what to order. So she decided she should give Ruby a little push. "I think a moka would suit your tastes pretty well." Weiss gently proposed.

"Oh! Uuum, yeah! I'll take that wiiiith...a strawberry shortcake please!"

The barista types the two orders into the cash register. "Alright. Do you want any garnish on your moka? Whipped cream? Caramel drizzle? Coco powder? Marshmallows?"

"Yes." The girl in red answers innocently.

"Excuse me what?" The confused barista asks.

"I said yes. I want all the stuff you just said. Oh! And can you put in some extra cream too?" Ruby replies casually, as Weiss runs her hands down her face in shame, while giving the barista a sympathetic look.

"How in the world can you handle so much sugar Ruby!?" The ice queen asks exasperatedly, as she pulls her wallet out of her purse to pay for their orders.

Ruby shrugs. "I dunno. How can you handle drinking something so freaking bitter???"

"Its called acquired taste. Something you could very much benefit from." The heiress said with a playful smirk, as she hands Ruby her cake and sticky, sugary monstrosity of a drink. Then grabs her how order.

The two of them settle down at a two seat table in the far back of the cafe. Ruby immediately hooks her legs around Weiss's under the table, she had an habit of doing things like that. Ruby really liked physical affection, she would always instinctively try to touch her partner in some way. Holding her hand, playing with her long ponytail, sitting on her lap. The heiress found it a bit overwhelming at first, but to her own surprise, she quickly grew accustomed to it, quickly learned to enjoy it even. The feeling of the brunette's soft hands against her own, the warm, comforting hugs and the faint rose fragrance that helped her relax everytime they cuddled.

It always made feel warm and content on the inside. It was nice. Especially considering how little affection she got growing up. Ruby had enough love to give to compensate for Weiss's entire childhood.

The two of them sat there and relaxed with their food and drinks, Weiss delicately eating her oatmeal cookies while Ruby went absolutely to town on her shortcake, taking several fork-fulls before washing it down with a big gulp of her diabetes concoction moka. Causing her partner to stare in disbelief.

"How can you possibly find this bastarding amalgamation of a drink palatable?"

Ruby wipes away some whipped cream off her lips. "Okay. First of all. I don't understand what the frick are half the words you just said."

The ice queen pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm asking how are you able to drink this? This drink probably contains enough sugar to litteraly kill a beowolf!"

That remark earned the heiress a loud snort from her girlfriend, the same kind of snort Ruby usually does whenever Weiss is being a "Drama Queen" as the brunette puts it.

"You're exaggerating Weiss! Its not THAT bad!" The girl in red said dismissively while waving her hand. "Here! See for yourself!" As Ruby puts her moka under Weiss's lips, the heiress reluctantly takes a small sip.

Right as soon as the creamy, almost gooey brown liquid touches Weiss's tongue, her mouth becomes overwhelmed by a nausea inducing assault of sweet flavors. Causing her face to crunch up in disgust. The mushy marshmallow mixed with the sticky caramel, the taste the chocolate made overpoweringly sweet by the added whipped cream and cocoa powder, the thick consistency of the drink caused the ice queen to gag as it slowly runs down her throat.

Weiss's almost comical reaction caused Ruby to snicker like a gremlin, earning a brief glare from the older girl, before she washed down the sickening sweetness with her own coffee.

"I brought you here in an attempt to get you accustomed to real coffee, but as I can plainly see it was an complete failure!" Weiss said jokingly. "I mean, I pointed you to the sweetest coffee on the menu to give you somewhere to start, but I didn't expect you would destroy an already sweet drink with even more sugar!"

Ruby laughed at that. "What do want me to say? You know I like sweet stuff!" She gave Weiss a taunting grin before taking another forkfull of her shortcake. "If you want me to get used to your tastes then maybe you should start by getting to mine!"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to eat as much sugar as you do. But might take you up on that idea..." She says as her eyes wander to a small smear of strawberry jam on Ruby's lips. "And I already know where I want to start."

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by th-MMHHFF!?!?!" Before she could finish her question Ruby was silenced by Weiss's soft lips, Ruby closed her eyes and took in the feeling of the bitterness of the heiress' coffee mix with the sweetness of her cake inside both of their mouths, she then opened her eyes in surprise as she felt Weiss's tongue brushing against the corner of her lips, cleaning up the strawberry smear as she pulled away. Leaving Ruby flustered and bright red.

"Now thats a sweetness I can enjoy." Weiss said in a low whisper while looking Ruby in the eyes, aiming to fluster her further, to great success.

"Y-y-ou're welcome???" Ruby stuttered out, her blush growing deeper.

Weiss's seductive act didn't last long, as the both of them quickly broke down giggling.

The two of them held their hands together as Weiss spoke up. "Thank you for coming here with me Ruby, I know coffee really isn't your thing..." Ruby brought her partner's hand up to her face and gave a gentle kiss. "You don't have to thank me Weiss. I'd enjoy myself anywhere so long as I'm with you!"

The brunette chuckled. "I guess you could say...you're the sugar to my coffee?"

The heiress chuckled and rolled her eyes at that. "Of course you would come up with something that cheesy."

"I love you, my sweet little dolt."

"I love you too, my bitter little ice queen."

They said, as they smilled and gently nuzzled their noses together.

[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

Bts imagine

Summary: members being mad at you reactions.

Warnings: angst(duh)/fluff

A/N; i don’t even know its 12 am. Also sorry for joon’s story he’s not really mad and I don’t know where that whole story came from it just feels like something that would happen to him.

Word Count: 3.6k

Jin

Very passive on his feelings

Would stop being touchy and soft with you

You had laughed at one of his old interviews and teased him in front of the members.

You obviously didn’t know he was mad at ou since he was a baby and would be very passive aggressive hoping you would notice.

Once you didn’t notice he would be very pissy about it

It would end up blowing over when you confronted him

“Jin sweetie are you okay you’ve been being a little removed my love” you were concerned wondering if there was tension between him and the boys.

“I don’t know (y/n) is there anything else you’ve noticed you seem to care very much what I say and do” he spat out in a tone. You were worried about two things.

Jin always used your name when he was mad

Two he was being unusually bitter when he usually was joking or sweet

Instead of being mad at him you sat down next to him and placed your hand on his lap

“Okay jinnie what did I do to upset you, let’s talk about it babe”

Would immediately feel bad for being mad at you because you were such a great girlfriend

“Nothing, I’m sorry I was just being petty cause you made fun of me in front of everyone” he looked at you with his puppy eyes

You deadass started cackling

He would change his puppy eyes into mad and dark ones real quick

“Wow really (y/n)”

Proceeds to gently push you off his lap

You composed yourself though a few giggles managed to escape

“Sorry… sorry”

Continues to laugh

“Okay, okay I’m good now” you would look up to see his frown faltering a little into a smile.

No matter how mad he was at you, your smile always made him smile

You would hold his cheeks in your hands making him look at you and tipie toe to kiss his nose causing him to blush and laugh

“I’m sorry jinnie I only make fun of you cause I love you”

He loved you too

Yoongi

He would rarely get angry at you

I mean it would take a lot for him to get mad

He just loved you so much that whenever you did something he didn’t like he’d forget when he looked into your eyes

So when you did get him mad it was, well it was bad to say the least

In this situation you had gotten mad at him first because he stayed out all night and had forgotten to tell you he wasn’t coming home

You had called him the next morning when you woke up to the apartment empty

“Min yoongi I swear on the lord above if you don’t tell me where you were last night

I will kill you resurrect you and ask you again”

You had a flare for the theatrics

“Shesh (y/n)” he had responded in his morning voice

He had crashed last night at Hoseok’s house after a late night of celebrating

You took a deep inhale “where are you sweetie?”

He was feeling edgy that morning

“Who says I need to tell you.”

“Fine don’t tell me, stay where you are and when you’re ready to explain yourself you can come home, no sooner.” you hung up the phone

Yoongi got home half an hour later

He opened the door to you fuming

“Wow look who decides to come home. Did your side chick get tired of you?”

He was more saddened by your comment then mad.

“Come on (y/n) you know me better than that.” he told you in a blatant manner no fluff to it, just stating the facts.

“You still haven’t told me where you were.” You then slammed the door to your bedroom

That's when all hell broke loose.

Yoongi was pissed.

He was triggered that you would even think that he would cheat on you when he loved you so much.

“You know what (y/n) I haven’t told you and I won’t tell you because you should trust me”  he yelled

He never rose his voice

This just fueled you

“How should I trust you when you leave me alone on tours for months and then don’t bother to shoot me a text when we are together.” you sent back his way after having swung the door open

“Wow (y/n) bringing my work into this to prove your point I can’t believe you”

He would lock himself in the study to mope.

When he didn’t come out after a few hours when you had already calmed down you would go inside to make peace

You knocked on the door softly “I’m sorry baby. I love you and I trust you…” you didn’t even know you were this choked up until you felt the lump in your throat grow “I just get worried sometimes, you work so hard and I get scared that you’ll leave me behind or find someone new in the commotion.” you had been sitting on the floor leaning against the door frame when you heard the lock click

Tears were falling down both of your eyes.

You because you realized how much you cared and yoongi cause he realized how you were being affected

He would bend down to sit next to you and end up laying his head on your lap and laying down on the floor

“I’m sorry too” he would break the silence looking up at you

You would wipe away his tears and lean down to give him a soft peck

“I love you (y/n) and no matter where I go, who I meet, or how long we are apart I will always love you and only you.”

You heart exploded to say the least.

“God yoongi you’re gonna make my heart burst.”

Hoseok

Like yoongi it would take a lot to get him mad since he was a ball of sunshine

He was soft when he was mad unlike yoongi

He would get all sad and in his feels when you upset him which basically had the same effect on you

So when the both of you were fighting your house would be a mess and gloomy

What had happened this time was that you wanted to go to your mother’s house over the holidays but he wanted to go to his because it had been your tradition since you started dating

“But hobi we’ve been going to your moms for the past four years. My moms beginning to think you don’t like her and she’s gonna be mad if we stand her up a fifth year.” you were putting your foot down this time

“No (y/n)” he had the same thought

“What do you mean no…” you were raising your voice. He hated it when you raised your voice because it was implying that you were mad at him and that a fight had to start.

“Stop, I’m so tired please honey let’s not”

You were beyond mad

“I am no chore Jung Ho-seok” you yelled

He let out an exaggerated groan knowing he was in for a long day

“God please let’s not.” he was so over this disagreement but the reality was that he got to see his family so little since they had gotten big that the tradition of the two of you going to his parents had been the only steady thing

“Ohhhhhh we are going too” you said. To say you were being difficult would be an understatement

“No. no. no (y/n) we are going to go to Gwanju. End of story, no discussion, thats it are we clear.”

You scoffed “You can go.”

He was taken aback

That’s when in his feels hobi would come out

“Fine (y/n) if you don’t care enough to go with me than you can stay here or go wherever.”

“This isn’t fair. You know I can’t not go with you. You know I love you too much to leave you alone and waste our holiday.”

Basically that's how it always went

Hobi would get mad and put his foot down and you would show that you could get just as mad and do the same.

He would give up on you and get sad saying he would do his thing alone forcing you to do it too.

You noticed the pattern by now.

So you decided to stop playing into it

You walked towards him and looked up to him placing both hands on his shoulders to get his full attention. “I know you want to go back home but I want to go home too.” you sighed looking into his puppy eyes trying not to let yourself cave in. “Why? Please baby tell me why this is so important to you so I can understand and try and see your point of view”

He was surprised that you were so calm instead of just running off in anger and caving in.

“It’s just so much has changed and I feel like if we don’t go everything will have changed. It’s dumb but it’s the only constant”

You were saddened by the tears pooling in his soft eyes.

You wrapped both  your hands around him tightly listening to his heartbeat slow.

“I’m here and I’m not gonna leave. Just cause we go somewhere different this year doesn’t mean that everything has changed. I love you and you love me and that will never change.” you gave him a big cheesy smile causing him to smile too giving you a peck on the lips

“You know you’re the cheesiest person” he hugged you

Namjoon

God was he hot when he was mad

Sometimes you would try to get him mad just for fun to get it a little harder

This wasn’t one of those times

You had been trying to get home when a car started trailing you

You knew it was probably paparazzi but you were too tired to deal with them now.

It wasn’t the press it was a crazy fan who was intent on hurting you

Why joon was mad was because he had gotten you bodyguards and drivers for situations like this but you had fired all of them

Today you had just sneaked out of the house and taken your old beat up car instead of the new one.

The car slammed into you causing a minor accident to happen

You were livid when you had to pull over until you noticed who was driving the car.

As much as joon loved the army there were some known fans who could be too eager or excited.

This person was a known offender to follow the boys and behave abnormally.

“Hey (y/n)” that’s when you knew you were in trouble

“I’m sorry do I know you? I suggest you get back into your car while we wait for the police to come and record the accident” You tried to seem as agreeable as possible

“I know you haven’t called them yet.” she lunged forward but you got into your car fast enough  

You immediately called the police explaining the situation

The person was now banging on your window calling you names and telling you to unlock your door

The police said they would be there in fifteen minutes since you were in a remote place

You called joon

“Hey honey. You almost home the cleaning lady said you’d gone out for food… wait are you okay who is that in the back screaming? (y/n) are you crying baby where are you I’m coming to get you?” he was talking so fast while trying to get your location from the find my iphone

“I-I don’t know joon” you were interrupted by a shattering sound

You screamed as the window started to crack from the banging and the knife the person had been hitting it with

“Joon please hurry there’s this person and they are breaking the window and they ran into me and I don’t know but I’m pretty sure it’s the same one who attacked us in Singapore.”

You were talking so quickly and your sobs made it hard to understand

“It’s okay baby I’m almost there you’re only two minutes from home I’m on my way” he was driving way too fast.

That’s when the window shattered and the person reached into the car you screamed causing Joon’s heart to leave him

He drove up seconds late seeing you running away from a person holding a weapon

You were screaming for help

He jumped out of the car grabbing you and pushing you into your other car. You both began to drive quickly as you pointed to where you car and now the police were.

*later that night driving home after filing a police report*

The car ride was silent, you had already cried your eyes out and now you were just tired and shook at what had happened.

Joon was scared out of his mind but mad at himself and you equally because there was more you could’ve done

“(y/n)” his voice was low which made you turn too him as he pulled over on the side of the street.

“(y/n) I hired a security guard and drivers and people to keep you safe for a reason” he hit the steering wheel raising his voice

He was now looking at you

“(y/n) please this” his voice cracked his bitter tone from before fell away to reveal the broken boy he had become. He coughed fiking himself “this is why you have to let me help you. I love you so much I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you”

You reached your hand out to stroke his face wiping away the tears that began to flow

“This isn’t your fault joonie. It isn’t my fault either. It’s that sick persons fault and no one else's. I love you and I’m not going to get hurt or leave you all alone. You’re stuck with me forever.” you laughed but he stayed quiet looking at you

“(y/n) promise me you’ll stay safe. I love you please promise me baby”

“ I promise”

Jimin

Such a soft boy let me tell you he would literally die for you

When he gets mad he just shuts down

So when you told him he had to come home cause he had been working  to much he didn’t return your calls and left your messages on read

He had been in the studio working on a couple of the last songs of the upcoming album

He was super stressed because they required him to sing in an octave he hadn’t done as much

You walked into the small studio that was empty except for Jimin who was seated on the stool in the recording room going over some lines

You buzzed in the microphone

He shook in shock looking up from the paper which no doubt held the lyrics to the song he was practicing

“Baby it’s time to come home.” you were looking at him through the glass door which separate the rooms

You could see him mutter things but since it was a soundproof room you couldn’t understand

“Come on Jimine you’ve been here all week, you need to come home-” your voice was cut off when he turned the microphone off

You could see him begin the sing again

You banged on the glass which caused him to come over motion for you to stop and close the curtain

You weren’t even annoyed it was more amusing to see him act so childish

“Wow okay” you muttered and stood outside the door slowly lowering yourself to so you were seating back on the door frame

You took out your phone and texted him

I’m not going until you come out and leave with me xoxoxo ;)

Your excessive use of flattery was meant to annoy him and show urgency since you rarely used any in normal texts

You heard a little bang on the door and then a slide which meant he had started seating on the opposite side

You lightly knocked on the door

He did the same back causing you to laugh

Your phone went off

You need to go home baby xoxoxo :))) :(((

You laughed and quickly texted back

Just open the door and we can talk SwEeTiE

You heard the door lock click and it open slightly where you couldn’t get in but could hear him

“Come on (y/n)-” you cut him off by throwing your hand in the little gap between the door

“Your not gonna hurt me are you?” you said in a mocking tone

“Shesh (Y/n)” he chuckled

“Come on honey we can just go home and I can-” you slide a container of food through the crack “feed you” you hastily took the food back to your side “but only if you come out”

“Wow (y/n) new low bribing me with you and food how can I say no” he replied

“This is a serious hostage situation Park Jimin come out now and no one gets hurt” you said in a tone so serious it was silly

He opened the door and stepped out to sit next to you

“Okay give me the food” he reached over but you raised it out of his reach and stood up barricading the door so he couldn’t get back in

“My terms were clear” you laughed extending your hand so he could get up

“I need to stay here (y/n) I’m not joking anymore” he sounded more aggravated

“I know that you care about your work and you want to be the best for everyone but you need to rest or you’ll get hurt or god forbid collapse again.” you knew it was a low hit to bring that up but he was getting to a point where it was necessary

He stood up his eyes were dark and sunken both from being exhausted and angry you reached out your hand too hug him but he pushed it off

“Jimin don’t be this way please” you were more stressed being that once he got in a bad mood it would take a lot more than food to cheer him up

He grabbed you and moved you from the door you were moving your hands and feet trying to stay in front of the door

He put you down

“Leave now”

You ran into the room and sat down on the stool

“No if you're gonna stay here so am I” you opened the food and started eating it

Jimin just stood there at the door frame and then walked out of the room

You smiled you had won at last

You ran out to catch up to him wrapping your hands around his torso and feeding him a spoonful of the food you had

He smiled down at you his dark eyes fading into tired ones

“I love you let's get you home so you can rest my love”

Taehyung

He would get flustered often but would always make it up to you when he did

In this situation he had a reason to be mad

You had been stopped by the press and talked to them which was one rule he had told you early on

It’s not that you said anything bad it’s that you said anything at all

You weren’t from korea originally and you weren’t accustomed to the culture of the k pop community and unspoken rules

Where you were from it was completely normal for stars to answer questions asked by the press

Obviously this was a much different for idols in Korea

The reporter had asked you about your relationship with another idol and you had responded with

“I’m sorry sir but it’s not any of your business”

You had come home late with a bag of take out

“Hey tae I bought your favorite! I think if we start watching now we can finish season five of game of thrones.”

You heard the television click off

“(y/n) do you have something to tell me” he asked you

“No babe do you have something you wanna hear?”

“Shesh (y/n)” he brooded

“Come on tae don’t be childish. Tell me”

“That video of you talking to the reporter asking about your friend has gone viral. What did I tell you about talking to reporters? This is what I was scared of, think about how it makes me look.” his voice sounded more hurt than earlier

“Come on why does this have you so upset?” you asked him concerned

“No. You can’t turn this on me. My own girlfriend isn’t denying having a relationship with another guy”

You laughed. You weren’t even trying to be mean it just came out and the whole thing sounded crazy

He just turned away and started heading to your room

You ran and hugged him from behind.

You arms were around his torso and your head was against his back hearing his heartbeat

“Aigh Taehyung what am I to do with you?” you snuggled into his back “I love my jealous baby.” you heard him snicker

“Me I could never be jealous-I have nothing to be jeal-me-no.” you let go and stood in front of him  

“You’re right, you have nothing to be jealous of.”

His boxy smile had you weak in your knees

“I love you (y/n)”

Jungkook

Wouldn’t get mad.

Would see your face and forget.

Periodt

[jellyfishdooter]

Sokay! thats fine! And I'd like to request some Anti comforting a sad Chase? Like Chase didn't expect, out of all his brothers, Anti to be the one to be there for him.

Anti is a bit harsh but he means well. (too tired to put in the zalgo sorry)

~~~

When Anti walked into the bar, he was surprised to find it full of joyous life. The patrons were singing songs, drinking merrily, and dancing like the world was ending tomorrow. The ego kept his hood down low over his face as he wove around the humans making his way to the main bar table. There he found the only sad face in the establishment. 

Welp. Better he was here than in some dark lonely hole in the wall. Anti thought to himself as he took the stool right next to Chase’s without saying a word. He heard the man sigh heavily beside him with a glass still clutched in one hand as his forehead was pressed to the glass-topped counter. 

“For the last time, Henrik. I’m can fuckin’ quit whenever I damn well-” Chase slurred heavily, turning his head to the side expecting to see the good doctor but was shocked almost to soberity when he found Anti sitting there instead. “Dude what the f-?!” 

“Save it.” Anti hisses, waving down the bartender to get a drink for himself. “Doc asked me to come and get ya. He never said I had to be fast.”  A glass was placed down in front of the elder ego. Amber liquid was poured into it, and just as quickly washed down his throat in a single swig. When Chase looked over he noticed had his bleeding gash hidden by an illusion. At first glance it looked completely fine, but the more one stares at it the more the image began to ripple and distort. 

Chase scoffed, pressing his forehead back onto the counter and squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to will away the bad dream sitting next to him. “Of everyone in the house, why you?” He asked bitterly, shifting his arms to wrap a bit tighter around his head. “You’re the last person I’d expect to be here.” He mumbled more to himself. But the loud music didn’t hide his words like he had hoped. Anti let out a cackle causing the other man to flinch. 

“Yeah you’re not the only fuckin’ one, sunshine.” Anti taunted, signalling for another drink and taking his time to sip on this one. “... No. If the Doc didn’t send me, then I’d be home right now doin’ my own shit. Not putting up with all this… Human interaction.” The zalgo turned his head just enough to peek out from his hood to watch as a few bar patrons hung off each other and sang an old drinking song together. Poorly. He couldn’t help but snicker. Humans were dumbasses. 

Chase was no exception it seemed. The sound of the pub-goers screaming songs made his head ache as he let out a low groan of pain to accompany his head throbbing. 

Anti shook his head with a smirk, finishing off his drink and paying for both of them. “Alright, vlogger. Let’s get you home.” He said, standing from his stool and pulling one of Chase’s arms around his neck, hoisting him up so they could walk out together. Chase laughed bitterly.

“Home? What’s that?” He laughed again, his hat asque on his head as they made their way out of the building. “My home,” He slurred, his steps unbalanced as he leaned more of his weight onto Anti, “My home was with my family who.. Who left me.” Chase’s voice broke at the end before he forced himself to go quiet. 

Anti was fine with quiet. He lead the younger ego down the street a few more blocks before deciding to take a break on a bench by a small patch of grass the city called a park. He unceremoniously dumped Chase onto his butt in the seat before moving to sit on the other end of the wooden bench. The glitch let the glamor drop as he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and leaned back against the wood, staring up at the sky with a bored expression.

The two sat in relative silence aside from Chase’s occasional sniffling for a long time. Neither really wanting to break the quiet between them. 

Until Anti got impatient and let out a loud and exaggerated sigh, “It’s not going to get better.” He said grumpily, laying his foot over his other bent knee. “Your shitty situation is going to remain like shit unless you grow a pair and DO something about it.” 

“It’s not that simple!” Chase snapped, instantly regretting his action and quickly closing his mouth and looking back down at his muddy boots.

“Yeah, and? I get it. It’s complicated and everything is knotted together in a big messy pile.” Antil took a breath and watched the fog roll lazily out of his mouth and vanish into the air. “Your wife left you and took your guy’s kids. So you drink to forget. Forget that both of you were barely out of highschool when you found out Stacey was pregnant with your kid. And only being teenagers you decided the right course of action was getting married at an early age. Got kicked out of your parent’s houses to get jobs fend for yourselves with twins on the way. You thought you were managing by yourself with working two shitty jobs, but then found Youtube. You went viral a few times making you think you can be a video maker as a career. Got some more cash and you and she blew it on stuff you didn’t need. Had another kid. Delved so far into your quote on quote work that you didn’t have any time to spend with the family you made. You stopped getting views on your videos and you scrapped pennies from your bank account. It wasn’t enough, so she left and took the kids calling you irresponsible and immature. Leaving you to spiral into depression and pick up a nasty drinking habit, making it harder for you to get custody of your own children.”

Chase was holding his face in his hands as his shoulders deflated, as he spoke his voice was rough and angry, “Gee thanks. Was that supposed to make me feel fucking better?”

“No. If pointing out all your major fuck ups would make you feel better I’d be a goddamn certified therapist. Or maybe some kind of miracle man bullshit that you see on TV. Either way I’d be fuckin’ rich.”

“So what’s your point?” Chase groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets until he saw stars behind his eyelids. 

Anti lazily gazed up at the real stars above their heads, most of them hidden behind the light pollution but some still shined bright. “Like I said. Your life is shit. But it won’t get any better if you sit around feeling sorry for yourself all day every day. It doesn’t do jack shite if you sit on your ass and mope.” 

“Seems a little harsh, dontcha think?” Chase mumbled sarcastically, using humor to try and hold back his tears. 

“Perhaps. But I think the others baby you too much. You keep saying you’re a grown ass man but you let yourself get coddled by Henrik and Jackie to the point where you don’t do anything to help yourself. You just let them do it for you so you won’t get all sad and upset.” Anti said plainly, his tone bored and matter-of-fact. 

It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Chase.

… Because he was right.

“But my depression keeps kicking my ass and.. I keep falling back to where I was before.. It’s pointless. I’m pathetic.” The single father said, tears now flowing down his cheeks.

“They have medication to help regulate that. It balances out the chemicals in your brain so it doesn’t feel like the world is crushing you anymore. You can fork over a bit of cash and contact your insurance to help you go see a professional therapist to talk to. Join a group at the hospital or somewhere else to help you get sober. Once you get help you can work towards getting your kids back. There are options out there. You have the ability to take action. You just got to step up and WORK for it.” Anti sat up in his spot on the cold park bench and let out a long sigh. “It won’t get fixed overnight, it’s uncomfortable as hell, and a therapist isn’t going to fix you themselves. You gotta reach inside yourself and say that this is what you need to feel better, so then you get the drive to work towards something good for yourself.” Running a hand through his messy dark hair, Anti shrugged. “You can’t live in your own pity party for your whole life.”

Chase was.. Honestly at a loss for words. He didn’t expect any of this. Least of all from ANTI of all egos. He looked up from his hands over to the glitch- who was staring off into space with an air of nonchalance about him. Like what he said was just simple known facts of the world. It was… a bit jarring to say the least. “Where did you learn all of that?” Chase asked, his voice small and throat a bit raw from silently holding back emotional sobs the whole time.

“I’m connected to the internet all day. Where do you THINK I learned it?” Anti resisted the urge to his eyes as they sat in silence for a good few minutes, allowing for Chase to think over all that he said. Finally, he stood up from his spot and held out a hand to the younger ego. “Ready to go home, big boy?” 

Chase looked from the outstretched hand to Anti’s face and back again. The eldest saw puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks under the brim of their signature hat. After a moment of hesitation, the young man reached out and clapped his hand onto Anti’s wrist and allowed the glitch to help hoist him up onto his feet. He stumbled a bit but Anti held on so he wouldn’t fall. The grassy-haired man looked up at his older brother, searching for… something. He wasn’t sure what exactly. But finally he sighed and just allowed Anti to help him the rest of the way back home. 

Anti practically tossed Chase onto his bed but he was too tired to care, passing out almost instantly when his head hit the pillow. The glitch left a glass of water and some painkillers in Chase’s bathroom before quietly closing the door on his way out. He shot Shneep a text saying that he got Chase home before heading down to his own bedroom in the basement. 

The next morning Chase slowly woke up. Most of the night a blur in his head but Anti’s words seemed to echo around his skull with each throb of his headache. Sitting up very slowly, the man sat still for a full minute before reaching for his phone to make an appointment with his doctor later in the week. Anti’s blunt words is what he really needed.

He was tired of feeling this way and needed to change.

[ancientbooshartifacts]

The Diuretic Properties of Beer

Author: Colour_Me_Troll

Year: 2008

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Noel Fielding/Rich Fulcher

They all laughed along, the first time Rich said it. They were in the lunchroom between filming scenes, and Noel nearly chocked on his curry when his loud voice squawked through the room, seemingly unprompted by anything. "No one's ever pissed on my face," Rich announced, and it took the room a moment to realise that he was conversing with Mike, but also putting his statement out to the more open forum. "Except that one time. I came in my tighty-whities." Mike was immediately in hysterics, bent over double and gasping for breath. It was the only sound in the room for a moment, before Julian added, "I remember that," in a cleverly judged voice, somewhere between reminiscent and bashful, and a heartbeat later the whole room was laughing, and building on the story, until Rich was kneeling on the floor of a pub toilet, where Julian had deemed the urinals too dirty for his personal use, and decided on a cleaner, more sophisticated option. Everyone was laughing, except Noel, who was quiet, had swivelled his chair away, and was staring in confusion at the bulge in his jeans. Noel had decided, after the third day of his mate parading around in heels and a headscarf, that Rich got off on being Eleanor. It was partially his persistence at staying in this character that made Noel suspect it, and partially the fact that he'd walked in on Rich lying on a hotel bed, his dress hitched up to his waist, his hands a blurring frenzy yanking on his cock, and a husky, womanly voice spilling from his lips, muttering, "Oh yes, yes, pull me like that, just like that! Treat me like a doorbell, yank me till I greet you! Oh yes, I invite you in! Come inside!" Noel caught a glimpse of Rich pushing one vividly polished fingernail between his arse cheeks as he stepped backwards as quietly he could, pulling the door shut behind him. Eleanor was a joke, Noel suspected, that Rich re-used and re-used, less for comedic reasons than personal reasons. He didn't think there was anything inherently wrong with that; they all had them. He had Vince, who was a sexual fantasy in and of himself. Julian had Howard, who he could pour his insecurities into. But it was Rich's other joke that bothered Noel, because it got to him So. Damn. Much. They were in the pub, one particular Friday evening. It had been a few of them, Julian, Mike, Dave, some of the crew. But after a while it was just Noel and Rich. "I broke the seal too early," Rich said, polishing off a beer. Well, closer to slurred, but Noel wasn't being fussy. "You what?" Noel was snickering, his chin propped on his hand, which was propped on his elbow, which was propped on the table. "You remind me of a seal, actually, Rich. Balls on your nose. Useless tricks for fish." Rich scowled with exaggerated annoyance. "You don't even give me proper fish. You pay me on half a tin of tuna." "S'not even real tuna," Noel continued, laughing. "It's that vegetarian shit. Tofu-tuna." "Tofu-tuna??" Rich whined, dragging out the vowels as he pushed himself off th table and got to his feet. "Why not just feed me sliced up newspaper in a can?" "Newspaper is well more worthwhile than your jokes, thats why," Noel said, winking. "Where you off to?" Rich's back was already turned, and he called, "Toilet." "What, again?" Noel asked, jumping up from his stool and following him, finding himself needing relief as well. But, if he was honest, he had a fascination with Rich, especially where toilets were concerned. Not that he was honest about it, even to himself. The closest he'd come to acknowledging it, was a week previously, as he leant on the door of the studio loo, waiting for Rich to finish so he could have his turn. He told himself it was coincidence that he and Rich needed the bathroom so often at the same time, or some sort of strange synching, like girls who've worked in the same office together too long. Whatever the reason, he was finding, with increasing regularity, that time and again he'd be waiting outside the door of toilets, public toilets, work toilets, his home toilet, listening to Rich relieve himself, before slipping inside himself as the other man washed his hands, and shot Noel increasingly strange looks. Rich held the swinging door open for Noel, then turned to the urinal, undoing his fly. Noel was still standing by the door, pushing it shut absentmindedly. His eyes were trained on Rich's back. "You need to go?" Rich laughed, and Noel realised he'd been standing still for a bit too long. "Or you just here to listen to me piss?" Noel made a non committal sound, and a quip about Rich pissing Bach's Brandenburg Concertos, before joining him at the urinal, and pulling out his dick. Rich was already finishing up, and he shook his last few droplets into the stained basin, before zipping up, and glancing at Noel. Noel's eyes, loose with alcohol, were trained on the urinal next to him, watching Rich's piss disappear down the drain. There was a pause, and Noel looked back where he's meant to, shaking his head slightly to clear it. He relieved himself, and turned to the sink, aware of Rich's gaze on him. He wouldn't make eye contact. "Noel," Rich began, sounding like he's going to say something, actually say something, and in response Noel turned off the tap, his eyes flicking up, and a grin on his face. "'Nother drink?" He suggested, wiping his hands on a paper towel. Rich started it, two beers later. They were back in the men's, and Noel was hoping, hoping to god, that no one would walk in, because Rich was kissing him roughly against the wall, one hand pressed against his crotch, which was achingly hard, and he was groping aimlessly at Rich's shoulders, his hair, whatever he could reach, and he was pretty sure he didn't want this on the front page of the Sun. And in the back of his mind, he was also achingly aware of how full his bladder is. "Rich," He gasped between kisses, "Wait. Fucking beer." Rich didn't stop, just moved his hand, stroking Noel through his absurdly tight jeans, and shifted so his hard-on was rubbing against Noel's thigh. Noel moaned, half in pleasure, and half cursing the diuretic properties of beer. His bladder throbbed, and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a wave of arousal wash over him at the same time. "C'mon," Noel gasped, his hand dropping to grasp Rich's, stopping him from un-zipping his trousers, "Just gimme a minute, I really need to piss." "Go on then," Rich replied into Noel's mouth. Noel's cock throbbed. Rich moved, and pressed himself closer to Noel, putting still more pressure against Noel's bladder. Noel's cock throbbed again. Rich was rubbing himself against Noel, a frantic dry-humping, and dropped his lips to Noel's neck, where he nipped and sucked, and still, with each little movement, put more and then less, and then more pressure against Noel, who was by now panicking, unsure whether he was going to piss or come, but sure he was going to do one of them soon. And Rich was teasing him, he felt it. Rich knew. Go on then. It was a sick joke, at Noel's expense. (And then Rich got his fly open, and slipped his hand inside, and made a loose fist around Noel's cock, jerkily pumping at him, and for a moment, Noel didn't care, he just didn't care.) "Just piss," Rich said, his voice caught somewhere between seducing and whiney, "Go on, I don't care." And Noel made up his mind, throwing his head back so it hit the wall with a THUNK, and he let go, almost as an act of malice, to shut Rich the fuck up. The first thing he felt was the heat; the warm trickle, and then he felt the wave of release washing through him as he soaked the two of them, Rich's hand first, and then it spread to dampen his thighs, making the denim stick to him, the material darkening. Rich moved, and was pressing the two of them tight together, moaning and gasping into his neck, and Noel knew his urine was soaking Rich's crotch, pressed flush against his own. Rich stiffened and moaned, deep and long, and thrust against Noel once, twice, three times, then came. A moment of stillness passed, and Noel seemed to see the two of them as an observer; soaking wet from the waist down, reeking of piss and sweat, and breathing heavily between short gasps. Then Rich recovered, and stroked Noel's cock, a slippery movement now, and Noel came as well. It was a Tuesday, and three days had passed. They were in the lunchroom, Noel, Rich, Julian, Mike and Dave. Noel tossed a grape in the air, and caught it in his mouth as he toyed his way through the fruit salad. They were rehashing old jokes. "Note to self," Julian said, impersonating Rich's American accent quite badly. "Blue pants go navy when I piss myself." "Note to self," Rich replied, his gave flicking to Noel, and winking. "Why do blue pants go pink when Vince pisses on them?" This time, Noel laughed with everyone else.