#leave megan alone shes just a lil guy

[bichenique]

why ppl hating on megan thee stallion for mamushi??! GIVE MY HEALTHCARE HERO A FUCKING BREAK‼️‼️

"oh her accent for japanese is off-"

girl who gives a fuck? ik she tried her best.

if it's about her accent, well—

yuki chiba also said her name w a japanese accent and i haven't seen anyone complain about it.

maybe yall just baby asian ppl and immediately hate on a black woman just having fun w her interests. i will also stress that both of these stances are equally racist.

asian ppl shouldn't be infantalized. black women should be allowed to have fun.

like girl if you don't like it, just skip the song. if you don't like the song bc of it's musical elements, sure, that's fine. but if you don't like the song bc you think she's appropriating japanese culture tho — 🤠 wtf are you on?

bc if singing in a foreign language means cultural appropriation, then i guess learning languages other than your own is culture appropriation now?? say goodbye to your duolingo streak bitch.

if u think im unqualified to be ok w her accent, i will let u know i subscribe to the same continent as japan.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ｖｅｒｙ ｂａｄ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ♡

♡ Pairing: mafia!wooyoung x chubby!fem!stripper!reader, other members mentioned

♡ Genre: smut

♡ Summary: When your best friend ropes you into working a bachelor party with her on your day off you're positive you know exactly what to expect. A bunch of gross drunk guys trying to put their hands on you. Instead you stumble into the exact opposite situation, finding yourself drawn to one man in particular who has you doing something you never thought you would.

♡ Word Count: 4.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: woo offers you money for sex and you take it, tattooed woo, drinking, partying, this man really likes licking you, low-key body worship, teasing, pentrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, tit sucking, manhandling, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, a lil dom woo if you squint, a lil pain play, pet names (good girl, pretty, beautiful, cutie, baby), and that's about it babes.

♡ A/N: What can I say? I love Wooyoung. I love mafia boys. I love thicc strippers. Mix all that with a lengthy Megan thee Stallion playlist and this is where I ended up. As always, I hope my chubby hot girls out there enjoy this. Love yeeew ♡

This was supposed to be your night off. You should be bed rotting in your pajamas while you shovel snacks into your mouth and binge your favorite K-drama. Instead you’re half naked in the penthouse suite of some posh high rise straddling the lap of a pretty dark haired boy who just knocked back a shot of tequila and is seconds away from licking the salt from your cleavage.

You let out a giggle at how his tongue tickles as it drags along your skin. Your fingers tangle in his hair, your sparkly pink acrylics swirling in the silky strands as you tilt his head back to let him bite down on the lime wedged between your plush lips. He grins from ear to ear, arms looping around your waist to bring you closer. Your lips are dangerously close to touching. If his cock straining against his pants didn’t give away how badly he’d love for that to happen, that lust filled glimmer in his eyes would.

When he sucks the juice from the lime you pluck it from his mouth, delicately licking the last drop from his bottom lip. He lets out a groan too low for anyone else to hear over the music that fills the penthouse but you hear it. You feel it.

“So, what’s your name again, sugar?” you ask, tugging at his hair a little harder. His eyes nearly roll back at how satisfying the pain is. 

“Wooyoung, sugar. What’s yours?” he whispers, sliding his hands down to cup your ass. You’re wearing a thong, leaving almost nothing between the warmth of his palms and the smooth skin of your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze and you let out an airy moan that falls on his tongue as sweet as candy. 

“Mmmm” you hum, grinding down on his clothed cock just enough to make it twitch, “Be a good boy tonight and maybe I’ll tell you.” 

Your best friend Anya flicks at one of the silver star charms decorating your hair as she walks by hand in hand with an equally pretty boy you’re sure you heard someone call “Yeosang” earlier.  

“She’s not being a tease is she?” she jokes.

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting her hand away, “I’m not a tease.” 

Wooyoung only shrugs, “She is a tease but that’s okay. I like it.” He squeezes your ass harder and a little squeak escapes you. 

“Hey! I said you had to be good” you scold, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. 

He releases his hold on you, fingertips petting the small of your back, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”

“You swear?” you pout, enjoying how easily he’s gotten wrapped around your finger. 

Wooyoung raises a pinky and hooks it around yours, “Pinky swear.”

For a fleeting moment you catch yourself falling for his charms. It’s difficult not to when he’s this hot. In fact, every man in this room is drop dead gorgeous. When Anya first asked you to work this bachelor party with her you were dreading it. Bachelor parties are usually filled with drunk, messy men who can barely string a sentence together let alone be charming.

It’s always good money but you weren’t in the mood to be gawked at by a bunch of asshole frat boys or handsy businessmen so you had every intention of telling her no. You much preferred your bed to a second of that but after all the times she’s had your back you couldn’t bring yourself not to do her this favor so you threw on your cutest lingerie, strapped on your stilettos, and got your cute ass over here. 

Much to your surprise and relief this is nothing like other bachelor parties you’ve worked. Of course they wanna see you naked. They wanna touch you, watch you dance for them. That’s the same with every man. But this group is so generous, so sweet, so willing to tend to the two of you that you’ve almost forgotten that you were working.

“Could you be a sweetheart and grab me a drink?” you ask, batting your eyelashes, “My throat’s a little dry and someone drank my last shot of tequila.” That someone being him. 

Wooyoung laughs, lifting you off of him and placing you carefully at his side, “Of course. Anything for you. What do you want?”

As Wooyoung rises from the couch you swing your feet up and he catches you by the ankles, slowly massaging your legs. You shrug, nibbling at your lip while his hands slip closer to your pillowy thighs, “Surprise me.”

“Surprise you…” he nods, his fingers sinking into your thighs, “Okay. I can do that.” He leans forward, kissing the inside of your knees before he wanders off to get you a drink.

Lying back on the couch you catch an inverted view of Anya chatting up Yeosang and finding any excuse to feel his muscles through his shirt. After a bit another man slips in beside her. You’re able to eavesdrop close enough to hear her say his name. Jongho. You’re sure he’s the youngest of the group. He’s quiet, difficult to read, but such a cutie. 

Speaking of cuties, you wonder how the man of the night is doing. Hongjoong—that’s the one name you absolutely had to remember—he’s the one getting married in a few days and you must admit his fiance’s one lucky girl. He was kind when the two of you arrived, offering you drinks and making sure you settled in fine, but he’s acted so innocent all night.

You’re sure he still hasn’t moved from that spot in the corner where he’s been sitting nursing the same drink all night. Every few minutes he checks his phone. You’re sure it’s to text his fiance. Some girls might be offended by that but you can’t bring yourself to care. You find it quite sweet actually and you get paid either way.

“Aaah…” you gasp at the sensation of something cool kissing your skin. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you look up to find Wooyoung standing over you balancing an ice cold glass of something on your belly. 

He giggles at the shock on your face, sliding it up your body to watch how your back arches in response. “For you, pretty girl.”

Carefully you take the glass, admiring the electric blue syrup swirling around inside of it. You raise it to your lips, sipping at the sweet liquid. Wooyoung kneels down beside you, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear as you drink. He studies your side profile in silent fascination, admiring all of the finer details of your face. It’s a cliche thought, he knows this, but he can’t help wondering how such a delicately beautiful creature ended up in a line of work like this. Then again, with a face like this and a body like that, why wouldn’t you make men pay to be in your presence?

“How’s it taste?” he asks, only barely breaking himself from his trance.

His voice is low and dripping with need. His breath skims your neck like a trail of kisses and you catch yourself wishing that it were. Your pulse races, the tingling between your thighs growing too intense to ignore. You turning a guy on at work? It happens everyday. A guy turning you on? That’s never happened before, not during a single night on the job, but there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?

“You tell me,” you say, offering him a sip. As you do so your hand trembles enough for some of the alcohol to spill over the brim and onto your fingers. 

Wooyoung locks eyes with you, deep pools of brown pulling you into his gaze. Setting the glass down on the floor, he takes you by the wrist, gently stroking it as he presses your fingers to his lips. His tongue darts out, twirling around each and every finger to lick them clean. You never could’ve predicted that something like this would get you wet but here you are. That tingling between your thighs? It’s unbearable now. You squeeze them together, bringing your attention to how wet he’s managed to get you. You hate it and love it all at once. 

“You taste delicious” he grins, kissing your inner wrist. 

It makes you shiver and you pull your hand back, fighting to get a hold on yourself, “I thought we were talking about the drink, not me.”

Wooyoung shrugs, running his fingers down your side, “I don’t know, were we?” 

You should stop him but lust has you locked in place, letting his hand venture below your waist without a word of protest on your part. He squeezes the plush of your thigh, tucking a thumb between them so that it hovers a mere inch away from the wet fabric clinging to your warmth. In this moment everyone else in the room fades away. Even the music seems as if it’s traveled miles to reach your ears. You can only focus on each other. The way your breath hitches the closer he gets to stroking your clit through the lace. The way his eyes seem to twinkle as he watches you grow more and more needy for him as the seconds pass. His thumb’s so close you can almost feel it. Something in you tells you to shift your body down on the couch a little bit, close the distance and give yourself that relief you want so badly. 

“You didn’t pay for that” you snap, shooing his hand away, “That’s not on the menu, babe.” 

Without missing a beat Wooyoung retrieves his phone from his back pocket, swiping on the screen a few times before handing it over to you. It’s a CashApp screen and the keyboard’s already up for you to type your name into the search bar.

“Can I request something off the menu then?”

You shoot upright on the couch, shocked by what you see on the screen. “You’re joking” you laugh, motioning to hand his phone back.

Wooyoung stops you before you can, his expression more serious than you’ve seen it all night. “I want you.”

“You can’t afford me.”

“Try me…”

You wait for him to give it up but he doesn’t waver, not in the slightest. You huff, finding your account and tapping in an amount triple your fee for dancing. “There. You happy?” 

Wooyoung happily takes his phone back, hitting a single button before presenting you with the screen. “As long as you are.”

“Holy shit” you gasp, eyes glued to the screen. He actually did it. He sent you the money. Truth be told if he kept up all the teasing you probably would’ve slept with him before the night was over anyway but the fact that he was willing to pay for it? That’s a twist you didn’t see coming. 

“You…you’re crazy” you giggle, cupping that wonderfully defined face of his, “Fucking insane.”

Wooyoung doesn’t seem offended by that in the least. In fact, he takes it as a compliment. “But you like it…” he grins as he stands back up, sweeping your drink up with one hand and extending the other to you, “Don’t you?” 

You stare at him defiantly, refusing to respond. Not that you need to. The answer’s written all over your face in that faint smile you couldn’t chase away if you tried. A smile that lingers there as he takes you by the hand, guiding you down the nearby hallway and into the master bedroom of the penthouse.

The rest of the penthouse is gorgeous, the sort of place you only see in design magazines, and the master bedroom’s no different. It’s dimly lit with soft white light emitting from a sleek Swedish lamp in the corner. The pristine white walls are adorned with intricate paintings, all originals. All of the furniture’s designer, most notably the king size bed positioned across the room opposite ceiling to floor windows that overlook the city. You’re up much too high for anyone to see you but it feels like you can see the whole world from here. 

Wooyoung quickly takes notice of how charmed you are by the view. “You can check it out if you want,” he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “I’m not in a rush.” He can’t hold back his amusement at how giddy you are rushing over to the window to take in the sights. You’re quite possibly the cutest thing ever. 

“Whose place is this anyway?” you ask, unable to peel yourself away from the twinkling lights of the city below. Usually you steer clear of personal questions—it’s better that way—but something about Wooyoung makes you comfortable enough to ask. 

Chugging the rest of your drink, he lays back on the bed, glaring up at the spiraling design on the ceiling. “You remember the tall one? Kinda goofy?”

You run down a mental list of the boys at the party and narrow it down to two. “Which one?”

Wooyoung nearly chokes laughing, “Which one? Oh my god.”

“What?” you pout, truly not meaning any harm, “There’s two of them.”

“Mingi, the one with the deep voice. This is his place. He moved in, I don’t know, a month ago. Nice isn’t it?”

“Do you all live like this?” There you go again, asking questions you know you shouldn’t.

Wooyoung turns to look at you, his reflection immediately capturing your attention. “For the most part, yeah.”

You spin around to face him, on the verge of melting under the heat of his gaze, “Are you a drug dealer or something, Woo?”

He lets that question linger in the air, gesturing for you to come to him. “Come here, beautiful. You’re too far away.”

You skip over to the bed, your body jiggling so deliciously that he’s tempted to send you back over to the window just to see you come back again. Hopping onto the bed, you throw one leg across his waist, straddling his lap. “Better?”

He cups your cheek, bringing you in so that you’re face to face, his lips skimming yours once more. “Better.” 

“You didn’t answer my question” you whisper, rocking your hips against a bulge that’s even harder for you than before. 

Wooyoung loops an arm around your waist, keeping you flush against him, “If I answer your question will you tell me your name?”

“Mmhmm” you whine at the friction between you.

The fabric of your panties is flimsy enough that you can feel the texture of his pants—the pressure of his cock straining against them. It makes your mind go fuzzy. Wooyoung knows this because you’re doing the same to him.

“I’m a very bad man who does very bad things but not that. Not anymore” he confesses, flipping you onto your back in one effortless motion.

Any attempt you could’ve made to respond is silenced when his lips finally crash into yours. You teased him for hours, taking every opportunity to almost kiss him knowing from the start how badly he wanted you. Now that he can finally have you—satisfy the hunger that’s been building inside all night—he’s ravenous, holding nothing back.

“Your turn” he whispers between your lips, flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion, not once breaking the kiss. 

The room’s still spinning when you part your lips to answer his question. As a rule you always give a fake name—one of the pretty ones that you and Anya came up with to stop creeps from finding you out in the real world—but for some reason you can’t lie to Wooyoung. With him kissing you like he wants to devour your very soul, the only possible thing you can spill out is the truth.

Wooyoung kisses his way down your neck, inhaling the sugary scent of your perfume as he drags his tongue between your breasts. “Such a pretty name. I like it.”

“I…I like your name too” you stutter, fingers combing through his hair, “Wooyoung’s a pretty name.”

Catching the fabric of your top between his teeth, he tugs harshly, causing the knots holding it together to slip. Your lush breasts fall free from your top, the tiny hairs on your arm standing up at the feeling of your stiff buds brushing the fabric of his shirt. 

“Mmm, say it again” he groans, the tip of his tongue swirling around your nipple, “It sounds so fucking good when you say it.” 

Taking your bud between his teeth, he sucks harshly at it, treating you to a combination of pain and pleasure that’s nothing short of addictive. Wedging a knee between your legs, he pushes your thighs apart, reaching down to knot your panties in his fist. Your body jerks as he snatches them away, leaving your dripping pussy exposed. Slipping two fingers between your folds, he spreads you open, letting his middle finger slide back and forth across your clit. 

“Wooyoung…mmph…” you moan, arching into his touch, “Woo…aah”. 

Wooyoung dips his fingers down to your clenching hole, stretching you open enough to give you a taste of what your body’s begging for.

“You want more, baby?” he teases, drooling around your swollen nipple. 

“Yes, please” you beg, your breath hitching as his fingers, already slick with your arousal, push into you. 

His movements are slow at first. Two fingers sliding in and out of you, gently stroking your pulsing walls. Your walls are so velvety and warm that he could spend all night petting them. No pussy’s ever felt this good wound around his fingers. His cock aches at the thought of how heavenly it must be to be inside of you. But that’s not truly where his head is right now. He’s solely focused on sneaking a third finger into your pussy, quickening his pace to make sure you never stop making all these pretty noises.

Wooyoung’s fingers are like magic and he’s insanely attentive, effortlessly picking up on your sweet spots and hitting them every single time. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, pushing you so close to your high that your lips are quivering. Wooyoung may be a very bad man who does very bad things but he’s so so good to you.

You tug at his hair, wanting another kiss but unable to form the words to ask for one. Guessing what you want—he wants it too—he leans up and pulls you into another kiss. Your lips collide right on the edge of your orgasm, his tongue dancing with yours as the euphoria hits and you clench around his fingers. 

“Good girl” he praises, “Are you always this gorgeous when you cum or is this just for me?”

His admiration only heightens the intensity of your orgasm. That coupled with the fact that he hasn’t let up on you has you ready to fall apart right here and now. After a couple seconds you figured he’d slow down, give you some time to recover, but no, he just keeps going.

“One more for me” he whispers, bringing his thumb up to rub your clit. 

“Woo, I can’t. Too much” you whine, grabbing onto his shirt hard enough to tear it.

He doesn’t care if you do. He meant it when he said you’re gorgeous when you cum. Your faces are perfection and your body’s glowing. When you look like this you could tear up everything he owns and he’d let you get away with it. 

“You can do it, baby. Just look at you. You’re already so close again, aren’t you?” he coos, kissing you on the cheek.

A split second. That’s all you get to come down, if you can call it that, before the pressure’s building again and you’re coming so hard it has your ears ringing. This time he shows you mercy, gradually slowing his motions, showering you in the sweetest kisses while you come down. Climbing off of you, he stands at the foot of the bed, licking his drenched fingers.

“I was right. You are delicious.” 

You roll your eyes, trying hard not to give away how sickeningly hot you find him. “Are you always like this?”

There it is again. That mischievous grin that he’s been flashing you all night. The one you can blame for getting you into this situation to begin with. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a tattooed chest you just can’t wait to dig your nails into.

“Like what?” he asks, undoing his belt. 

“Like a menace” is what you want to say but you can’t. Wooyoung’s pants are at his ankles now and he has the nerve to stand there like he doesn’t know how glorious his cock is. You don’t need a fully lit room to see how flawless, how beautifully veined, how totally made for you it is. 

“Like what, cutie?” he repeats, grabbing your ankles and dragging you to the edge of the bed. Tucking his hands behind your knees, he pushes your legs back, spreading them open to push the head of his cock up against your twitching pussy. 

You moan at the satisfying warmth of his arousal coating your slit, hips pressing down to stretch yourself with the tip.

“I don’t even know anymore. I’m just so…so…”

“So pretty…” he grunts, driving his length into you so deep that you feel it in your chest. Every word he says is accompanied by a thrust that rocks you to your core, little dots of color decorating your vision. “So beautiful. So fucking sexy when you take my cock.”

Your pussy’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s enough to make his head spin and his knees weak. His cock’s never indulged in something this decadent. It’s so good—maybe too good. When you first walked through the door tonight Wooyoung knew it would be. Something about you said you were sitting on a pussy like gold and he wasn’t wrong. Not even a little bit.

You can’t even pretend that you don’t feel the same way. You’re bouncing back against his cock, clamping down on him like you’ll die if he pulls out. Every stroke of his cock floods your senses with pleasure, worsening the moisture leaking from your needy hole onto the expensive sheets. It’s so overstimulating. The length. The thickness. How he throbs in response to every flutter of your walls, filling you up exactly how you need to be filled.

Shifting angles, he mercilessly drills into your sweet spot, making you lose control of your already weakened limbs. You can’t raise your hips. You can’t bounce back on him. You can’t do anything at all besides lay there and take every inch of cock that he feeds you. It’s only a matter of time before your breath’s hitching again, that airy feeling overtaking your body. 

“Look at me” he commands when your head falls back, glossy eyes rolling to the back of your head. Letting one of your legs drop, he slaps a hand down on the softness of your belly and grips it hard enough to sting. 

“Mmph, Woo…” you moan, teary eyes finding his gaze as your nails rake across the sheets. There’s a darkness in his expression that intimidates you as much as it turns you on.

A smile tugs at his lips at the sound of your broken voice moaning his name. “You look at me when you cum or I’ll stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you, baby?” 

You shake your head, pouting cutely. You make him weaker than you can imagine but that’s not enough for him. He knows you can do better than that. 

Slowing down to an agonizingly slow pace, he drags his fingers down your belly to play with your clit. “I don’t believe you. I think you want me to stop.”

“No, don’t stop” you whine, rocking up and down his length, “I won’t look away. I promise. Fuck me, Youngie, please.”

Wooyoung folds for you in an instant, fucking into you hard enough that the headboard’s rocking. You reach out for his hand and he gives it to you, fingers interlacing with yours as your high takes you under.

This is the third time he’s seen you cum—the third time he’s watched you moan and arch and cry out for him—and each time’s more perfect than the last. Good thing this isn’t the last. In fact, it’s far from it. You’re his for the night and by the time he’s done with you he’ll have every face you make, every desperate little moan, committed to memory. 

[hoshifighting]

𖧷 crybaby

— synopsis: seungcheol can’t help but be a crybaby every time you break his heart, yet he always comes running back to you, desperate for your attention. even when you leave him cold for days or push him away, he can’t seem to stay away. his friends and family don’t get it—they hate how you treat him.

— WC: 4.6k — WARNINGS: agnst, smut, emotionallly detached!reader, emotionally attached!seungcheol, crying, he kind of pisses his friends and family out because of his whiny ass, explicit language, blowjob, cock riding, clit stimulation, face slapping, choking. — inspired by: cry baby by megan thee stallion — ''his friends and his dad hate me, I broke his lil' heart, he's a crybaby"

seungcheol was such a fucking crybaby. like, how does a man that big, that beefy, built like he could crush a watermelon between his thighs, have the emotional resilience of a damp tissue? 5′10 of pure gym dedication and somehow, here he was, sulking like a kicked puppy in the corner of his own damn birthday party. honestly, you broke his heart so many times you’d lost count, but the man was like a boomerang—always came back. didn’t matter how hard you threw him.

his friends absolutely hated you. well, maybe hate was strong—more like they hated how he acted because of you. jeonghan said you lived rent-free in his head, which you knew was true. but the real kicker was his family. they couldn’t stand hearing your name. apparently, he cried into his whiskey glass over you at his last family dinner. like, straight-up sniffles and shaky voice in front of his dad. the boys’ nights weren’t any better; they’d barely crack open a soju bottle before seungcheol was teary-eyed, rambling about you like you were the love of his life and not the emotional hurricane you were.

but that’s the thing, though. seungcheol was built for family. the whole package—white picket fence, Sunday brunches, PTA meetings. meanwhile, you were emotionally unavailable as fuck. couldn’t even commit to a favorite boba flavor, let alone a relationship. and now, you’d ghosted him for a week. a whole-ass week. no texts, no calls, not even the stupid memes you usually sent him at 3 a.m.

today was his birthday. his fucking birthday.

the party at his place was in full swing—laughter, good food, good drinks, jeonghan and mingyu lowkey roasting him about his “girlfriend” (air quotes and all). his parents were there too, of course. his brother had even flown in. but cheol barely moved from the couch all night. just sat there, one arm slung over the backrest, looking at his phone like a guy waiting for a miracle.

because in his head, if you were his girlfriend—like, properly his—you’d be here. with him. celebrating, holding his hand, maybe sitting in his lap. but instead, he got radio silence.

“bro, seriously, what the fuck is your problem?” jeonghan hissed, leaning over the couch to snatch the beer from cheol’s hand. “your mom’s asking why you look like you’re about to cry into the birthday cake.”

“i’m fine,” cheol muttered, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

“no, you’re not. you’ve checked your phone like a hundred times, and it’s giving ‘sad loser.’ cut it out before mingyu makes a meme out of you.”

but cheol didn’t cut it out. he just stared at the screen, lips pulled into a pout so tragic it could’ve been a fucking Greek play. the hours dragged. one by one, people started leaving, and eventually, it wasn’t even his birthday anymore.

august 9th. 9:54 p.m.

cheol sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking like he was about to combust.

and then, his phone buzzed.

one message.

from: future girlfriend ❤️ - “come over.”

that’s it. two words, no explanation. cheol shot up from the couch so fast he nearly knocked over the coffee table.

jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “where the hell are you going?”

cheol didn’t answer. he was already grabbing his keys, muttering something about how he’d “she texted me.”

he hard his friend groan out in defeat, disappointment, some even surprised that seungcheol would leave his own party like that.

while you were still just chilling at your place, sitting there like nothing had happened, waiting to see if this man who you’d left on read for a week would actually show up.

spoiler alert—he would.

the door wasn’t even locked—like you’d left it wide open for him, knowing he’d come running the second you told him to. seungcheol stepped inside your apartment, and it was so you in a way that made his chest tighten. that familiar scent? god, it was everywhere. in the air, clinging to the couch, the walls, probably gonna soak into his clothes and stay there for days, torturing him. like you’d marked your territory without even trying.

he moved on autopilot, his feet carrying him down the hallway to your bedroom like he didn’t even need directions. the door was cracked open, and he froze for a second when he saw you.

you were standing there, slipping a sheer robe over your shoulders—transparent. and it wasn’t doing a damn thing to hide you. the way the fabric barely skimmed over your hips, nipples peeking through, leading his eyes all the way down to the hem that just teased your thighs… it was insane.

you turned your head slightly, catching him in the doorway like some kind of lost puppy. your expression was unreadable, but he looked at you like you were magic or something—eyes wide, lips slightly parted. pathetic.

you stepped toward him, and before he could even process it, his hands moved to your waist like they belonged there. your arms looped lazily around his neck, and the warmth of your skin had his breath hitching. you glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the wall—10:01 p.m.—then met his gaze, your lips curling.

“happy birthday… birthday boy,” you said, your voice smooth as velvet.

he exhaled shakily, his eyes fluttering shut like the sound of your voice was too much. his brows knit together in that pitiful little frown you’d missed more than you cared to admit.

“why’d you leave me like that?” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. “did… did i do something? i’m sorry, i—”

you didn’t answer, didn’t even flinch, because honestly? you didn’t have a reason. there was no deep, dark explanation, no hidden agenda. you just did.

instead, you pushed him backward toward the bed, your hands firm on his chest. he stumbled slightly but kept talking, his voice climbing higher in pitch.

“please, just—just tell me. what did i do? i can fix it, i swear, just—”

you pushed him harder this time, and he landed on the bed with a bounce. he stared up at you, eyes glassy, lips trembling. “answer me,” he whined, his voice soft and desperate.

“shhh,” you hushed, pressing a finger to his lips.

he whimpered at the touch, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “why—why won’t you just—”

your hand came down on his cheek in a sharp slap. not too hard, but enough to make him moan, his mouth falling open in a perfect little “o.”

“quiet,” you said firmly, watching as his expression shifted. the sting seemed to zap the fight out of him, his mouth closing into a pout as his tears spilled over.

“aww,” you cooed, leaning down to brush your thumb under his eye. “don’t cry, birthday boy. let me give you a gift.”

his gaze flickered immesiately. a gift? he nodded eagerly.

“you gonna be good for me?” you asked, tilting your head.

“y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice so small it made you smile.

your hands moving to his belt. the way he watched you, like you were about to destroy his dignity, was almost comical.

you tugged his pants and underwear down in with a graceful sweep, leaving him bare and exposed. his cock was already rock hard, flushed red and leaking precum that smeared against his stomach.

“look at you,” you teased, wrapping a hand around the base. his breath hitched at the contact, his hips jerking slightly. “crying all over yourself, huh?”

he let out a choked whimper, his hands fisting the sheets beside him. “i—i can’t help it,” he whispered.

“poor baby,” you mocked, your thumb swiping over the tip to collect the sticky wetness. his whole body twitched at the motion, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears slipped down his cheeks.

you leaned down, letting your lips hover just above him. “you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? never let you have it before, but tonight… you’re special.”

he nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

you smiled, finally taking him into your mouth. the heat and wetness made him sob outright, his hands flying to your hair but stopping short—like he was scared to touch you without permission.

“oh—fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled, his thighs trembling as you worked him over. your tongue dragged along the veins as your hand played with his balls, and he keened, his head falling back against the pillows.

“so good,” he choked out, tears streaming down his face. “m-missed you.”

you hummed around him, and the vibrations nearly sent him over the edge. his whole body tensed, his hips bucking slightly as he moaned your name.

“gonna be good for me?” you asked, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

“y-yes,” he stammered, his eyes glassy and desperate. “so good, i’ll be so good, please—”

“then take it,” you said, and he did.

your tongue swirled around the swollen tip of his cock, drawing a shuddering breath out of him that turned into a whimper when you pulled back slightly, letting a string of spit connect your lips to his flushed skin. his chest heaved, his abs clenching under the weight of your stare.

you fold your tongue up and slid along the underside of his length, like you had all the time in the world. his thighs trembled as you worked your way down, your nails scratching lightly along the sides of his hips, keeping him still. by the time you reached his base, his whole body was taut, his hands fisted so tightly into the sheets you thought he might rip them.

“you’re so sensitive,” you murmured, letting your breath ghost over his skin.

“i can’t—” he choked, cutting himself off with a high-pitched moan when your tongue flicked over the soft skin of his balls.

you smiled against him, pressing a kiss to one of the heavy globes before taking it into your mouth, sucking gently. his hips jerked off the bed, but your hand pressed firmly against his stomach, pinning him down.

“stay still,” you ordered.

“i’m trying—fuck, i’m trying,” he babbled, his voice cracking. his head lolled to the side, his lips parted in a silent cry as you continued to suck and lick at him, your tongue tracing slow, wet circles.

your free hand moved back to his cock, wrapping around the shaft and stroking it slowly, your thumb smearing the precum that was steadily leaking from the tip.

“look at me,” you said, your voice softer this time.

his eyes fluttered open, glassy and red-rimmed, his gaze locking onto yours. the sight of you, lips wrapped around him, your hand working him in tandem, had him letting out a desperate, broken sound that went straight to your core.

“you like this?” you asked, pulling back slightly, your hand still stroking him as you kissed along his inner thigh.

“yes,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “fuck, yes. feels so good.”

“yeah?” you teased, your lips quirking into a smirk as you nipped at his skin. “you’ve been waiting for this? waiting for me to touch you like this?”

he nodded frantically, “always,” he admitted. “always wanted you like this. please don’t stop.”

you purred, letting your tongue glide back up to his base before taking him into your mouth again, this time deeper, letting him feel the heat of your throat. “fuck—oh my god,” he sobbed, his hands twitching at his sides, like he wanted to touch you but didn’t dare.

“go on,” you encouraged, pulling off just enough to speak. “touch me. you’re being good, aren’t you?”

his hands immediately flew to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he let out another choked moan. “yes,” he breathed, “yes, so good, i’ll be so good for you.”

you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head slowly, your hand working in time with your movements. his thighs shook beneath you, his breath hitching every time your tongue pressed against the sensitive vein running along the underside of his cock.

“you’re so fucking pretty like this,” you said, pulling back just enough to let your spit-coated hand continue stroking him. “all flushed and crying for me. does it feel that good?”

“so good!” he gasped, tears spilling over again as he bucked his hips involuntarily.

you hummed in approval, your tongue flicking over the tip before dipping lower again, taking one of his balls into your mouth once more. the way his entire body shook beneath you, his voice breaking into desperate little cries—it was everything.

“you’re mine,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin. “aren’t you?”

“yours!” he sobbed, his voice cracking. “all yours...”

you pulled back, your lips slick with spit and precum, watching as seungcheol’s chest heaved like he’d just run a marathon. his head was tilted back against the pillows, mouth slightly open, a trail of drool glistening at the corner of his lips. his cock twitched in your hand, still throbbing and leaking like it couldn’t survive a second without you.

“cheol,” you said, your voice sharp enough to cut through the haze.

he didn’t answer. his eyes were half-lidded, rolling back as another pathetic whimper slipped past his lips.

“yah,” you hissed, your free hand moving down to cup his balls, squeezing them just enough to snap him out of it.

he jerked, his hips twitching as a choked cry tore from his throat. his wide, glassy eyes met yours, full of confusion, like he wasn’t sure whether to apologize or beg for more.

“you listening now?” you asked, your tone playful but firm.

“y-yeah,” he stammered.

you smirked, leaning forward just enough to let your breath fan over his cock. “good. now, tell me—do you want me to make you cum like this?” your hand gave his length a slow, deliberate stroke, watching as his eyes fluttered shut again. “or do you want me to ride you?”

his eyes snapped open at the second option, but he still didn’t answer. his mouth opened and closed like he was trying to speak but couldn’t get the words out, and you swore he looked like a little kid trying to pick between candy flavors.

“cheol,” you said again, your grip on his balls tightening just enough to make him yelp. “i’m not giving you both, so choose. now.”

he whimpered, his lower lip trembling as he looked at you like you were some kind of goddess and he didn’t want to disappoint.

“i—i want…” he trailed off, his voice cracking as his cock twitched in your hand again.

“come on,” you urged. “use your words, birthday boy.”

his cheeks flushed deeper, and he swallowed hard before finally stammering out, “i want you to ride me.”

“do you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as your hand gave him one last teasing stroke.

“mhmm,” he breathed, his voice shaky but certain. “please. want to feel you. need to—need to be close to you.”

you smiled, your chest swelling. “good boy,” you murmured, releasing him completely and watching as he whimpered at the cut-off.

you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips as his hands immediately flew to your thighs, gripping them like he was scared you’d disappear—again. the way his eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin through the transparency of the robe, and the big slit that have been created as the robe opened up, made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

you reached between your legs, guiding his cock to your entrance, letting the tip tease your folds just enough to have him squirming beneath you.

“mm..fuck” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “you’re so wet. is that—fuck, is that for me?”

“all for you,” you lied, he knew you were mocking him as you slowly sank down onto him.

the stretch was so good, never fails to make you arch your back, his cock filled you so perfectly had your breath hitching. but the sound he made was way down pathetic. it was half moan, half sob, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“oh my god,” he choked, his hands flying to your waist as his hips jerked involuntarily. “you’re so—so tight. best birthday gift ever.”

you rolled your hips slowly, letting him feel every inch of your gummy walls, and his grip tightened, you can feel his strong fingers marking your meat.

“you like being used like this?”

“yes!” he gasped, his voice high and broken. “love it. love you.”

you froze for half a second, the words catching you off guard, but you quickly recovered, your lips curling into a smirk. “that so?”

“yeah,” he breathed, his eyes squeezing shut as you started to move again. “fuck, i love you. love everything about you.”

every roll of your hips, pulled more sounds from him than you thought possible—moans, gasps, sobs, all spilling from his lips like a declaration.

your hips moved in a steady rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of you in a way that made your thighs burn, but the way seungcheol looked at you—like you were the fucking universe—made it impossible to stop. you clenched around him, squeezing tightly, and his mouth fell open, a strained whimper spilling out as his fingers dug into your hips as you rocked your pussy back and forth.

you pushed his shirt up higher, your eyes falling on his chest, where his nipples were flushed a deep red against his tan skin. his brows furrowed in confusion when he noticed your gaze.

“what?” he asked, his voice hoarse and breathless.

“you don’t even know, do you?” you teased, your nails trailing up his chest. “how red they get when you’re about to cum?”

“what?” he repeated, his tone higher this time, all embarassed.

“oh, baby,” you cooed, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “you’re so fucking cute.”

his face flushed even deeper, and you felt his cock twitch inside you as your hands wrapped around his neck. his eyes widened immediately, his breath hitching as he stared up at you, his lips parted in surprise.

“you like this?” you asked, your grip tightening just enough to make his pulse race beneath your fingers.

he let out a strangled moan, his hands flying up to your thighs like he didn’t know whether to stop you or hold on tighter. “y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “fuck, yeah.”

“then be good for me, cum for me, cheol. now.”

his entire body tensed, his hips jerking up. you clenched around him again, your grip on his neck firm as you ground down harder as the first waves of your orgasm hit you.

you raised your hips just in time, letting his cock slip out of you as he spilled all over his stomach, ropes of cum painting his skin. his head fell back against the pillows, his chest heaving as he let out a broken sob, his hands trembling against your thighs.

you collapsed onto his chest, your hand moving between your legs to circle your clit frantically, your moans muffled against his ear as you chased the last remnants of your own orgasm.

“oh my fucking god...” you panted, your fingers working faster as your hips ground against his thigh.

he turned his head slightly, his eyes hazy as he watched you, his lips parted in awe. “you’re…so beautiful...”

you moaned loudly as your orgasm hit you, your body shaking against his as you buried your face in his neck, your hand slowing to a stop.

as the high ebbed away, your body melted into his, your limbs heavy and your breath evening out. you let your full weight settle on him, and he groaned softly, the sound less of discomfort and more of deep, satisfied contentment. his arms came around you instinctively, holding you close, his hands splayed wide against your back like he never wanted to let go.

you lay there, your cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear. you tried to ignore how your own heart raced, guilt creeping in as you replayed the last week in your head.

sometimes, you really felt like shit about the way you treated him. seungcheol was too good for you, with that big heart of his—always giving, always forgiving. the problem wasn’t him. it was you.

you hoped he couldn’t feel the way your heart thudded against his chest, the weight of your remorse making it beat faster.

you lifted your head slightly, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gently scratched at his scalp. he sighed, leaning into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.

“cheol,” you murmured, your voice softer than you planned. “can i give you one more gift tonight?”

he didn’t answer right away. his eyes drifted to the ceiling, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“only one?” he asked after a moment.

you hummed, matching his teasing tone. “yeah. just one. better make it count, birthday boy.”

he chuckled softly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. instead, his gaze stayed fixed on the ceiling, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your back.

“i don’t think you can give me what i really want...” he said finally.

you tilted your head, your brows furrowing. “what do you mean?”

he hesitated before he turned his head to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

“i want to be here with you... but knowing that you… that you actually like me back.”

he held your gaze, his eyes raw and vulnerable, waiting for a response that you didn’t know how to give.

“cheol, you know that right now i—” you started, your voice cracking.

but he shook his head, his lips curving into a small, sad smile. “it’s okay,” he said quickly, though the way his arms tightened around you betrayed his words. “i didn’t mean to ruin the moment. i just… i had to say it.”

you didn’t know what to say. guilt churned in your stomach, your heart pounding against his chest as his words echoed in your head.

he deserved so much more than you could give, and yet here he was, holding you like you were his whole world.

seungcheol let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against the curve of your spine. “but since that won’t happen…” he trailed off, his voice wistful.

your chest tightened, the words striking a nerve you weren’t ready to deal with. you stayed silent, pressing your cheek against his shoulder, hoping he couldn’t see the way your brows knitted together.

“can you…” he hesitated, his fingers twitching against your skin. “can you come to my birthday party tonight? i know it’s late, but it’s probably still going. i’d love to see you there.”

you froze. you knew what he was asking—he wanted you to show up for him, to step into his world, even if it made you uncomfortable.

“cheol,” you said slowly, lifting your head to look at him. his expression was expectant.

“please,” he added, whispering in an almost pityful way. “just for a little while. it’s my birthday.”

you bit your lip, glancing away. the idea of walking into a room full of people who probably hated you wasn’t exactly appealing, but the way he looked at you, made it hard to say no.

“fine,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“really?” he asked, his face lighting up instantly.

“yeah, really,” you said, rolling your eyes.

he sat up, pulling you with him.

you groaned, pushing against his chest. “ugh, fine. let me get ready, then.”

he followed you into the bathroom like a puppy, leaning against the doorway as you washed your face and fixed your hair. his gaze was soft, trailing over you like he was memorizing every detail.

“stop staring,” you said, your tone sharp but lacking any real bite.

“can’t help it,” he replied, his voice warm. “you’re gorgeous.”

you rolled your eyes again, but your cheeks flushed anyway, and you hated how easily he got to you.

“you should get ready too,” you said, pointing at him with a toothbrush in hand.

“i’m fine like this,” he said with a shrug, gesturing to his wrinkled shirt and jeans.

“you’re not showing up to your own party looking like you just got laid,” you shot back, smirking when his ears turned red.

“fine,” he grumbled, shuffling off.

by the time you were both dressed and ready, the nerves in your stomach were in full swing. seungcheol, however, looked ridiculously pleased with himself, his hand finding yours as he led you toward the door.

seungcheol practically vibrated with happiness as he led you up to the front door of his house. he tried so damn hard to play it cool, to keep his steps measured and his grin from stretching too wide. but his chest felt like it might burst at any moment, the thought of walking in with you by his side enough to make him wanna jump like some kind of elf in a fairytale.

this was it. you were here. about to meet his family, his friends. his whole world.

he took a deep breath and opened the door, immediately met with a chorus of voices.

“finally!” jeonghan shouted, throwing his arms up like he’d been waiting for years.

“where the hell have you been?” his brother added exasperatedly.

seungcheol pressed his lips together, holding back a smile as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “i, uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down for a second before looking back up, his voice soft but proud. “i needed to bring someone special before the ‘happy birthday.’”

the room fell silent as you stepped out from behind him, your hands clutching the straps of your bag like a lifeline. your small, tentative smile was enough to stop everyone in their tracks.

you shifted awkwardly under the weight of their stares, the sound of the music thumping softly in the background the only thing filling the silence.

and that’s when it hit them.

oh.

this was the reason seungcheol had been acting so out of character, the reason he’d been spiraling for months. you weren’t just some girl he was into. no, you were a fucking vision. gorgeous in a way that made the room seem brighter. mesmerizing without even trying.

now they understood. now it all made sense.

of course he was crazy over you. of course he’d been spiraling. who wouldn’t be?

but the realization also came with a quieter, more awkward truth: this was the girl they’d all cursed out in private. the girl they’d ranted about after every drunken night where seungcheol had cried into his beer or disappeared to avoid them.

they exchanged quick glances. yeah, they got it now, but it didn’t erase the fact that they’d judged you before even meeting you.

a nagging question none of them dared to voice but couldn’t shake.

were you really worth it?

jeonghan, the one who never held his tongue, raised a brow and smirked. “well, shit. now i get it.”

seungcheol’s face flushed a deep red, his hand instinctively finding the small of your back as if to shield you from the inevitable onslaught of teasing.

but instead of cracking a joke, jeonghan just smiled and nodded, his eyes softening. “welcome,” he said, his voice genuine.

the others slowly followed suit, their smiles tentative but warm as they tried to mask their lingering curiosity.

and as seungcheol led you further into the house, his hand never leaving your back, he felt like he’d just won the lottery. because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t walking into this house feeling defeated or embarrassed.

this time, he was walking in with you.

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[nakylvr]

giving g!p megan her first blowjob... im having so many thoughts

no cause...i had to make this a lil thing

— LOST IN YOU 🍒

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, f!reader, g!p!megan, sub!megan, dom!reader, oral

"you okay?"

you stare up at megan, sitting on your knees while she sits on the bed in front of you, her boxers at her ankles with her cock hard at the sight of you. you're both not really sure how this situation came about. it started with just watching a movie before going to sleep, but the moment a scene comes on where a guy is getting a blowjob by some chick, your girlfriend was eyeing you before flat out saying she hadn't gotten one before. being the good girlfriend you were, you obviously decided to help her with that.

"yeah," megan says with a nod, but there's uncertainty in her voice you can recognize.

"we don't have to do this if you don't-"

"i want to," she cuts you off quickly. "please,"

"okay," you nod. your eyes remain looking up at her as you inch your face closer, grabbing her cock with your hand and giving it a few slow pumps, watching the way she grits her teeth together. you press your lips to her tip, sticking your tongue out and licking the beads of precum dripping from the head. parting your lips, you slowly take her in your mouth, seeing her instantly throw her head back.

"o-oh my god- fuck," megan gasps the second she feels the warmth of your mouth around her. her head is leaned back already, eyes squeezing shut as a whimper leaves her mouth. her hands are gripping the bedding tightly, not knowing what else to do to try and keep herself from cumming instantly.

you try your best to take all of her, at least as much as you could with the girth of her cock having you struggling slightly. your hands rest on her thighs as your eyes don't look away from her. you slowly swirl your tongue around her length, hollowing your cheeks and slowly starting to bob your head up and down.

the whine megan lets out almost has you thinking she'd end up cumming within the minute, but you didn't mind. "fuck, yn," she whines. she's trying so hard to not buck her hips, but can't help and accidentally do it, a groan falling from her lips at the light gag you let out and feeling her tip hit the back of your throat.

your nails dig into her skin as she accidentally thrusts into your mouth, a gag coming from you at the feeling of her hitting your throat. you reach for one of her hands that was nearly tearing the bedding, guiding it to your head which she immediately grabs ahold of your hair. you decide you shouldn't tease the poor girl, seeing as she already looked so overwhelmed by your little ministrations. you go a little faster now, going all the way down and taking all of her, holding there for a second, and coming back up.

"shit, ngh, you-you're go-good at this, f-fuck!" megan grabs your hair with a tight grip, tugging on it every time your head goes back down with strings of whines and whimpers leaving her mouth and tears brimming in her eyes. she finally opens her eyes and looks down at you, your eyes locking with hers causing her to twitch in your mouth. "oh my-oh my god!" her whining is progressively getting louder as she gets closer to cumming, and she accidentally thrusts into your mouth again eliciting another gag from you. "sh-shit, 'm so close- fuck!" it's an almost overwhelming amount of pleasure she's feeling, and a few stray tears fall from her eyes as you go all the way down and stay there. seeing the saliva dripping from the corner of your lips down your chin mixed with the look in your eyes and feeling your take her completely has her eyes rolling back and letting out a long whine, bucking her hips and cumming down your throat.

you watch as she comes undone above you, keeping her in your mouth as she cums before removing yourself from her and swallowing it all. drips of her cum mixed with saliva coated your lips, and the sight alone almost had megan hard again. she pants heavily as you get up off your knees and stand, leaning down and kissing her. she moans into the kiss tasting herself on your lips, her hands grabbing your waist.

when you part from the kiss, you smile at her. "how was it?"

"so fucking good," megan says in a single breath. "i need you to do that more often."

"just ask and i will," you reply, pecking her lips.

[skeletorrito]

fun lil itafushi fic I started

very very rough draft (also trigger warning for the f slur)

let me know what you think!

“Fushiguro…” Yuji starts with a mouth full of mochi. “What kind of girls are you into?” 

“I’m not-” Megumi blurts out, unthinking, but manages to cut himself off. He corrects, “I’m not having this conversation with you.” He shoves another mochi in his mouth, slumping down further into his bed. 

Yuji makes frequent, unannounced visits every time he’s injured on missions (which is, admittedly, more often than he’d like). Megumi didn’t have much of a chance refusing, either, because Yuji doesn’t take no for an answer. He always brings snacks or a gift with him each time, which Megumi thinks is… kinda nice (though he’d never admit it). This time, he brought red bean mochi to share. 

“Aww, c’mon, why not? We’re bros, right?” Yuji urges.

“Are we?” Megumi snips in response. 

“Of course we are! I love you, bro!” Yuji exclaims innocently, and Megumi nearly chokes on his snack. 

“Please don’t say that ever again…” he grumbles in response, flushing slightly and fixing his gaze on the floor. 

Yuji ignores him and continues to think aloud, “Maybe you’re into tall girls like me? Like Jennifer Lawrence, ooh, or that one rapper, what’s her name… umm… Megan Thee Stallion, yeah!” Yuji leans back in his chair with an easy grin, arms folded behind his head. “She’s so hot. Her ass always looks insane.” 

Megumi’s expression is flat as he listens to Yuji ramble. “I’m going back to bed, Itadori.”  

“Aww, Fushiguro, don’t be like that! You’ve gotta have a type!” Yuji continues to ignore Megumi’s attempts to shut the conversation down. Even though Megumi is already laying back in bed with the covers tucked under his chin, Yuji presses, “You talk to Maki a lot. Is she your type?”

“Maki’s my distant relative, you idiot,” Megumi spits immediately, crinkling his nose. “Leave me alone, I’m tired of talking about this weird shit. Go call Aoi if you wanna keep objectifying women like this.” 

Yuji sighs disappointedly. “I already know what he’s gonna say, there’s nothing to talk about.” He pops another mochi in his mouth, mumbling, “Man, you’re acting like you’re not even interested in girls…” 

Megumi stays silent for a little too long. Yuji curiously leans down to meet his eyes. 

“Fushiguro, you are into girls, aren’t you?” 

Megumi flips over, his face growing hot. “Get out.” 

“Wait- Are you… into guys?” Yuji’s voice is dripping with amusement and shock. 

Megumi covers his face with his comforter, hoping to avoid Yuji noticing the creeping flush on his cheeks. “I said get out, Itadori!” He yells from under the covers, taking a pillow and throwing it at him. 

He might just die on the next mission on purpose.

Yuji laughs as the pillow hits his chest. He palms his forehead. “Oh my god! That makes so much sense! Fushiguro, why didn’t you tell me!? Well, I mean, I can guess why you wouldn’t… but don’t worry! Your secret’s safe with me!” 

Megumi doesn’t respond. His fists are clenched so tightly that his fingernails are biting into his palms.

“Alright, I get it, I’ll let you rest. But just so you know, it doesn’t matter to me what you’re into, I’ll still be your friend regardless,” Yuji adds sincerely, grinning at the lump of covers on the bed. Megumi peeks at him as he leaves, groaning and shoving his face into his pillow. 

He’s not going to let this go, is he? 

He most certainly is not about to let this go. As the week progresses, Yuji’s thoughts are consumed by Megumi’s silent confession. He’s never had a gay friend before (that he knew of, at least) and, while he knows it shouldn’t make a difference, he just can’t stop thinking about the fact that Megumi is attracted to men. Yuji finds himself burning with personal, prying questions that he knows he can’t ask. But he’s dying to know. 

He restrains himself for about three whole days. 

And then, on the fourth day, his impulsiveness gets the better of him. 

Yuji spots Megumi on a bench, alone, near the garden. He scrolls on his phone as he eats a rice ball. 

“Yo, Fushiguro!” Yuji calls out and takes up a seat next to him. “Feeling better?” 

Megumi shifts his attention briefly from his phone, emerald eyes flicking up momentarily. “Yeah, a little, thanks.” 

“Good, great. I’m glad to hear it.” 

Megumi can tell that Yuji is antsy about something by the way he’s fidgeting with his hood. He sighs, shoving his phone in his pocket. “What is it?” He asks with mild annoyance. 

“Huh?”

“I know you want to say something, Itadori, so just say it.”

Yuji opens the floodgates, his brain moving faster than his mouth, “Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, this is super personal but I have to ask: how did you realize you were gay?” 

Megumi frowns, expecting this much. He’d felt Yuji’s stare burning holes in his back since they last spoke. “Who said I was gay?” He retorts, quickly. 

Yuji’s look of pure confusion makes Megumi crack the slightest of smiles. “But… I thought… You didn’t say anything…” His response comes out in broken, flustered phrases. His face turns bright red. “So you’re… not gay?”

Megumi snorts, dismissively. “Labels are boring and pointless. I don’t really care what you call me, Itadori.” He takes another bite of his snack, chewing and swallowing politely before he adds, “And it’s not a secret, really… I just don’t run my mouth about it.” 

Yuji takes a silent minute to process this information, a small pout gracing his lips. “Okay…” he starts, carefully, “So lemme try again: How did you know you were interested in men?” 

Megumi rolls his eyes, groaning exasperatedly. “I don’t know, Itadori, how did you know you were interested in women?” 

“Oh, well-”

“It’s a rhetorical question, dummy.”

“Oh. Oh, I get it. Sorry.” Yuji scratches the back of his neck, an embarrassed grimace on his face. “I’ve just never had a friend who leans that way. I dunno, I’m curious…” 

Megumi’s eyebrows raise hearing the word curious. 

Yuji backtracks quickly, “I mean I’m not- I like women, so I’m definitely not gay.” He huffs, cheeks blushing. “It’s just… kinda cool getting to know you better? I want to learn more about you… about this in general, I guess.” 

Megumi is somewhat touched by Yuji’s openness. And that’s the thing about Yuji. He constantly surprises Megumi with the most thoughtful, selfless acts and words, and Megumi doesn’t always know what to do with that or why it gives him butterflies in his stomach. It doesn’t matter how much he pushes Yuji away, he always gets reeled back in.  

“Uh, Okay…” Megumi isn’t the most eloquent with words. “What do you want to know? Nothing weird, or we’re never talking about this again.” Megumi already regrets his open invitation. He shoves the rest of his rice ball in his mouth. 

Yuji contemplates for a moment, a hand coming to his chin, stroking. “Oh! What kind of guys are you into?” 

Megumi swallows, a deadpan expression on his face. “Seriously?” 

“Seriously! You never answered me!” 

“Why do you even care?” Megumi sneers as he adds, “Afraid I might hit on you?” 

Yuji sputters, “Wh-what?! No!” 

Megumi hums, unconvinced. 

Yuji can’t help his impulsive curiosity as he pries, “Am I your type? Like, would you hit on me if I liked guys too?” 

“No,” Megumi replies, almost too quickly. He looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.

Yuji doesn’t catch it, but someone else does. 

He’s lying, Yuji, Sukuna’s voice projects in Yuji’s head.

Fuck off, this is a private conversation! 

That little faggot definitely wants you. Sukuna continues with a laugh. You never noticed the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention?

Shut up! Just shut up and get out of here! 

“Uh, you good, Itadori?” Megumi’s voice cuts through the internal dialogue. Yuji had been staring blankly, eyebrows knit, as if having some sort of internal battle. “Don’t tell me I hurt your feelings...” 

Yuji laughs dryly, shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry, Fushiguro.” He does his best to suppress Sukuna’s presence for the time being. “And I’m not offended, at all.” He says it almost as if he’s trying to convince himself, not Megumi. 

Megumi stands, sighing, “I gotta get to class.” 

“I’ll walk with you.” Yuji offers eagerly and Megumi shrugs. Before they walk into one of the campus buildings, Yuji asks, “Speaking of which… Does Gojo know?” 

“No,” Megumi replies immediately in a harsh tone. He stops walking for a moment, giving Yuji a serious, warning stare. “And I plan to keep it that way.” 

Yuji shirks at Megumi’s cold expression, nodding. He holds out his pinky, making a gesture of zipping his lips. 

Megumi looks down, then up, blankly. He begrudgingly links his pinky finger with Yuji’s.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Mine

3rd Person POV (Camila Montes X Reader)

“Future wife 3 ‘o clock” your head snapped to the cafeteria doors the short girl with pink highlights dressed in her usual baggy pants and tight shirt. You felt your mouth begin to salivate the longer you stared.

Fingers snapped in front of your face as you were brought back to reality.

Your best friend laughing at you.

“Dude she’s way out of your league.”

You sucked your teeth pushing the boy away from you.

Camila Montes had been your friend since middle school, you weren’t exactly close but you lived two blocks away and she never seemed to mind your company whenever you were paired for projects.

“You’re just mad Megan rejected yo’ ole ugly ass…AGAIN!” JP shoved you this time making you fall out the seat. His cackling catching the attention from everyone near by including the girl you were just drooling over.

His sister Lily coming over to the two of you.

“Y’all are losers.” JP narrowed his eyes at his sister.

“Y tu eres mi hermana. Making you a loser too. Te quiero mucho.” He puckered his lips pressing a juicy kiss to her cheek making her groan in disgust. Hands wiping the excess saliva off aggressively.

“Hey Lil’.” The girl gave you a small smile and a wave.

“You guys going to Micah’s party tonight?” Your eyebrows furrowed as well as JP’s. Micah was a mutual friend but after she got

into cheerleading you guys had seen less and less of her.

“Wasn’t invited.” You shrugged as you looked down at the lunch tray.

Big Mac, the wide receiver for your schools football team, ran up to you grabbing you in a hug.

“What up Y/N? JP? Lily?” He winked at the girl in glasses making you and JP glance to each other in amusement. She scoffed walking away as Mac watched her ass.

“I hate to watch her leave but I love to see her go.” He whistled.

“Bro!” JP hit his chest making the boy rub himself in attempt to soothe the sting,

“Sorry man but your sister is fine and thick. And you know those are two things Big Mac loves.” You laughed lightly.

“Anyway y’all coming to the party tonight?” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Who doesn’t know about this fucking party?!” Chris popped up behind you and just as he did your hand smacked his face.

“Fuck! What did you do that for?” He whined as he bought his shirt to his nose as if he were bleeding.

You rolled your eyes. Big Mac just clapped his heavy hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll grab you first at 8 then we’ll grab some food while JPs working when he gets off we’ll head out together.” You nod as he heads back over to his team.

.

.

.

Loud music, heavy smoke and the smell of liquor invading your senses the minute you stepped foot in Micah’s house. The familiar structure feeling foreign as you’d realized just how long it had been since you’d been over.

A small hand clamped on your shoulder breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hey,” the house owner spoke in your ear. “You made it.”

You looked at her confused and somewhat irritated. “Wasn’t aware you were expecting me when you didn’t even invite me.”

She looked to the ground biting her lip in guilt.

From the top of the stairs brown eyes watched curiously at the exchange. You weren’t happy with the red haired girl in front of you, it was obvious however the ginger bitch kept trying to get your attention by touching. With a quick tilt of her head the girl drank the rest of her Hunch Punch and slid down the post landing next to you,

“Hey Y/N/N.” You turned starstruck at seeing Camila not only was she beautiful but she looked happy to see you. You gave her a small smirk.

“Hey Mimi.” Her eyes narrowed annoyed that you said that nickname in front of the ginger bitch.

“Wanna go smoke?” The both of you dismissing Micah as you went out back by the pool.

You both sat by the pool passing the joint back and forth.

“Didn’t take you for the partying type.” She broke the silence.

You shrug. “JP’s trynna get laid and Big Mac doesn’t like me being home alone.”

She hummed eyeing you for a second. “So what’s going on between you and the cheerleader?”

“Micah?” You scoffed. “Beats me she’s the one who decided she was too cool to hang out with us.”

The shorter girl laughed. “Wow. You really don’t see it.”

You glance at her taking a hit a harsh cough following. “See what?” You choked out.

Camila took another hit holding the smoke in as she grabbed your cheeks turning your face to her and blowing it out.

“Ginger bitch wants you.” You got lost in the smoke before you realized what she said.

“Nah her and JP were a thing up until two months ago.”

“What if she didn’t want JP?”

You grew quiet as Camila started kicking her shoes off, jeans following after. You kept watching until she was in nothing but her bra and panties. She looked over her shoulder smirking.

“You coming?” You stripped quickly almost falling over. The smaller girl giggled before she ran, curling into a ball and jumping in the water. Her hair sticking to her as she came back up.

You tried taking a more cautious approach dipping a foot in to test the temperature but Camila grabbed your leg dragging you in.

You came up sputtering and cold as she laughed at you.

You splashed water at her.

“Fuck you.”

“Right now?” Your head whipped towards her at her suggestive tone. You stared as she swam closer to you, her usual smirk gone as her small hands went to grasp your shoulders. Your head leaned down a bit to meet her lips halfway.

“Mind if we join?” Camila turned to glare at the audience as you both found JP, Micah, and Big Mac watching the two of you.

Camila and Micah kept staring at each other as the boys went to get in the pool. Big Mac pulling you to the side whispering.

“You and Camila?” He hit you. “My dawg got game.” You looked over to see her eyes still locked in with Micah’s. You placed your hands on her waist breaking her trance. She looked to you brown eyes shining in the moonlight. The usually hard exterior nonexistent the longer you stared.

A shaky breath left her as your thumb started stroking her hip bone. Micah glared over your shoulder as Camila put one hand on the nape of your neck. Her eyes staring into yours before moving to your lips.

Soft, full lips pressed into yours gentle at first but quickly becoming more passionate and hungry.

You vaguely remember hearing hollering from your friends but your focus was on the small girl in front of you.

The faint taste of cherries on her lips making you groan. Her legs wrapped around your waist as her arms snaked around your neck. She pulled away for a moment taking you in your dazed state. Lips still slightly puckered, eyes dropping half open, it made her smile. Not her usual smirk but a genuine grin.

She’d glanced over your shoulder to see a seething red head watching intently. Her middle finger sticking up at the popular girl. She leaned in again grabbing your neck and making sure her eyes were looking at the girl as she kissed you. This time her lips were possessive, harsh, yet you found yourself unable to get enough.

Mine.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Nights in Miami (NSFW 18+)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER!!

Synopsis: When you harmlessly give another guy your attention that is not your husband, Jack decides to take matters into his own hands and teach you a lesson.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: Basically all of you lol

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You and Jack had invited a few of your close friends to spend two weeks with you at the beach house you two had recently purchased in Miami.

You had recently gone on a girls trip about a month and a half ago to Miami and decided you wanted to have somewhere to go and escape for when you needed a break.

Of course your husband said yes when you asked him.

It was huge to say the least and looked over the water.

We had all of PG, Druski, Sza, Megan, Saweetie, Clay, Lil Nas X, Sunni, and Cope in attendance and just last week you were telling them how much you missed them so you decided this would be a good opportunity to spend quality time with them.

All of you were currently getting ready for a club appearance that you and Jack had and then the vacation could really begin since the two of you weren't booked for anything else for the rest of your time in Miami. 

You were currently looking for an outfit to wear as Jack came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I can’t wait to fuck you on the beach.” He whispered in your ear and you immediately rolled your eyes. 

“Jackman! Cut it out and no! I am not about to get sand in my vagina and be uncomfortable for the rest of this vacation.”

“I’ll put down a towel!”

“Take your little horny ass on somewhere while I get ready.”

“Please because we should have left an hour ago and here we are waiting on you as per usual.”

“Well if you stop pestering me about getting sand in my vagina then maybe I can get ready.”

“Seriously?!”

“You heard me, move it.”

“Gimme a kiss first.”

You rolled your eyes but of course gave into his request giving him several in the hopes that he would leave you alone.

“Now, hurry up.” Jack lightly tapped your ass before you rolled your eyes and made your way into the bathroom in order to get ready.

Jack then went downstairs to wait in the living room with everyone else and of course their first question was to ask where you were.

“Uh, baby girl is missing.” Clay said while looking around for you.

“You already know she takes forever. I never understand this. She’ll start to get ready before everyone else, but still be the last one downstairs to get in the car.”

“You should’ve known from her habits in high school that she wasn’t going to break out of that anytime soon.”

“It’s a damn shame and she is about to be late to her own funeral. I was surprised she was on time when we got married.”

“That doesn’t count because you went and got her and drove her to the courthouse.” Quiiso piped up and laughed.

“Forgot about that, you right.”

“Hopefully when you have the big wedding she’ll be on time.”

“Saweetie, you have now been put in charge to make sure that happens.”

“Why me?!”

“You’re her best friend aren’t you?! And more than likely going to be her maid of honor.”

“Oh, I guess you have a point.”

Within another twenty minutes, you were all piled in two black escalades on the way to the event. 

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, cozane, druski2funny, saweetie, and 3,459,182 others 

y/ninsta: Making an appearance at LIV with my baby jackharlow come and see us and we brought some friends along!!

jackharlow: damn my baby so fine 😍😍

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby! stop! 🙈

jackharlow: y/ninsta I WILL NOT 😉

urbanwyatt: jackharlow yall better not fuck in vip like that one time

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I don't recall bby. jackharlow what is he talking about?

jackharlow: y/ninsta no idea mamas

urbanwyatt: yall get on my damn nerves 😑

druski2funny: we about to shut this shit down!

lilnasx: druski2funny please act like you got some sense when we get up in here

saweetie: lilnasx he never does lol

druski2funny: yall need to stop hating 😤

y/ninsta: I can't wait to pop my coochie so they better play theestallion when we get there

jackharlow: y/ninsta EXCUSE ME? You only popping that shit FOR ME. NO ONE ELSE.

y/ninsta: jackharlow well I guess I can give you a lap dance in vip 🤭

claybornharlow: NO! CUT THE SHIT! I DIDN'T COME ALL THIS WAY TO HEAR YALL FUCK ALL NIGHT

jackharlow: claybornharlow stop cockblocking little brother

claybornharlow: 🙄🙄🙄

Once you all arrived at LIV, all of you immediately went and got comfortable in VIP and since you and Jack were treating them the two of you let them know that the first round would be covered by you.

You and the girls decided that all of you wanted to head down towards the bar below and mingle with some of your fans since people had paid a good amount of money to see you so you figured it was only right.

Jack promised to keep an eye on you and told you if anyone made you uncomfortable that he would be watching and that everyone better had kept their hands to themselves. 

So, then it shouldn’t have surprised you when a random dude came up to you and started making small talk that Jack was annoyed. Jack could immediately tell that he was flirting with you and you were so oblivious and eating that shit right up which instantly made him pissed off.

“Got damn, Jack what is the problem?” 2fo asked while trying to follow his gaze. He was convinced that Jack was about to burn a hole in the back of this guy’s head for being so close to his wife.

“You already know what’s wrong. You know no one gets close to the first lady without his approval and it looks like someone just did without his approval.” Sunni replied while looking at how the guy leaned in a little bit closer to you and you then continued to smile. 

Jack’s jaw was now clenched at the scene in front of him.

He trusted you, of course he did.

But, the jealousy was getting the better of him and the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene so he opted to address the issue later.

In the bedroom.

“Got damn, Jack if he gets any closer he might as well be in her draws!”

“Druski, if you don’t shut the hell up! You never know what the fuck to say out your mouth.” Lil Nas X exclaimed before looking at him in disbelief.

“What? Yall act like I’m lying.”

“Oh it looks like Saweetie went over there. Hopefully she did to try and save her.”

“Wait…. Wait…. Oh! I know he did not just try to give her his number.”

“That’s it!” Jack said while attempting to hop up off the couch and make his way down below.

“You better get your ass back here and not make a scene. Megan stepped in front of her and it looks like she’s telling him to back off. I highly doubt he knows you’re here. There’s no way he would have done it if he knew.”

“Well he’s about to find out. Fuck this shit.”

Jack then made his way downstairs from V.I.P. and over to where you and the girls were standing. He put his arm around your waist and turned you around to roughly kiss you.

“Oh, hi baby!” You said smiling up at him and bringing him into a hug.

“Hi mamas. I want you back upstairs with me.” Jack said while eyeing the dude who was clearly now uncomfortable from his presence. 

“Okay, I just wanted to get another drink.”

“I’ll get it, start making your way back.”

“Okay, come on ladies. It was nice meeting you Jason and of course you know my boo Jack Harlow.”

“Husband.”

“Likewise and yeah I’m a big fan of your music too.”

“Mm hmm, I’m sure you are.” Jack responded while looking Jason up and down as he kept a close eye on you as you and the girls walked back upstairs making sure you didn’t make any detours. 

“You about to get your ass torn up later.” Megan said and let out a small laugh. 

“What, why?”

“That dude was flirting with you right in front of your husband’s face and you didn’t notice?” Sza replied dumbfounded on how you didn’t understand what had just happened.

“Wait, he was?”

“Girl, please don’t tell me you’re that oblivious. He tried to give you his number before I snatched it out his hand. You ain’t about to have Jack mad at all of us.”

“I honestly didn’t know and besides everyone knows I only have eyes for Jack.”

“Apparently he didn’t. Jack was watching you the entire time and it’s safe to say that he’s pissed. I was trying to give your ass a signal, but you wouldn’t look at me.”

“No, I’m sure he’s fine.”

“I honestly can’t wait to tell you I told you so.”

Jack had ordered you your favorite drink and then made his way back up as well. He handed it to you as he took a seat next to you and you happily accepted.

Jack was quiet for the rest of the night and you had a feeling that Megan was right.

Every time you asked him what was wrong, he would always reply with the same answer before kissing your temple.

“Nothing, baby.”

He was about to tear your ass up later and you didn’t believe him for a second and you were nervous as hell.

—--

You were on the balcony looking up at the night sky when you suddenly felt a presence behind you.

Jack placed his right hand around your neck and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"So, you out in these streets entertaining other dudes?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. How you about to flirt with someone else in front of your husband?"

"But I wasn't!"

"You sure about that?" Jack asked while his grip on you became tighter instantly making you wet.

"Babe, I would never…"

"But you did. And therefore your ass needs to be taught a lesson." 

Jack immediately reached under your robe you were wearing to discover you weren't wearing anything underneath it.

"Just like I fucking thought. You proved me right. Acting like a slut in these streets."

"I was literally about to go to sleep!"

"I don't even want to hear it so you can stop with the excuses." 

Jack then slid into you without warning making you gasp and you immediately gripped the rails on the balcony. 

"Oh shit, babe."

"Don't you fucking speak unless I tell you to. I'm mad as shit at you right now."

"But…"

"I swear if you don't close that pretty mouth of yours I'll make sure to find something to put in it to keep you quiet." 

Jack then increased his pace in and out of you and you couldn't help but to scream out in pleasure.

"I thought I told your ass to keep quiet?"

You tried to put one hand over your mouth as the other one was gripping the railing because of the force, but nothing was working.

Jack took it upon himself to stick two of his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on to keep quiet.

"You better take this shit and stop running away from me."

"Babe…. I…"

"You out here giving other dudes all this attention and you know you're fucking married?"

"I was just being nice! Fuckkkkk."

"Whose pussy is this?"

Jack was met with your whimpering instead of an answer so he asked you again.

"I asked you whose pussy is this?" Jack asked while increasing his pace in and out of you.

"Babe… fuck…."

"Mrs. Harlow, I am only going to ask you one more fucking time. WHOSE PUSSY IS THIS?!"

"YOURS!"

"That's what I fucking thought so your ass needs to start acting like it." 

"And stop running from me." Jack demanded as he held a tighter grip on you afraid that you would get too close to the railing and go over it. 

Knowing you and how you liked to run from him, he took extra precautions.

"And you better not cum until I tell you to."

Meanwhile downstairs Urban, Quiiso, Saweetie, Sza, and Lil Nas X were having a smoke session when they suddenly heard a consistent banging noise.

"Did yall hear that?"

"Oh shit don't tell me they bought this damn house and now it's haunted."

"No, I don't think so…." Saweetie responded while trying to listen closer. 

All of them were on the deck outside when Saweetie had the bright idea to look up and see Jack pounding mercilessly into you on the balcony connected to the bedroom.

"ARE YALL FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? CAN'T TAKE YALL ASSES ANYWHERE."

Now everyone came to see what the commotion was and followed Saweetie's gaze upward.

"YALL NASTY AS ALL HELL!"

"GO IN THE DAMN BEDROOM!"

"AYEEEE I SEE YALL!"

“CLAY YOUR BROTHER NASTY AS SHIT!”

“HE ALWAYS HAS BEEN!”

"NOW YALL SEE THE SHIT I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS!" 

"JACK IS TEARING HER ASS UP!"

"SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO GO OVER THE RAILING!" 

"I knew this was about to happen. All because of that dude talking to her earlier. Jack was ready to kill him." 

"And they haven't even noticed that we saw them." 

"I FUCKING NOTICED AND DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" Jack yelled back down at them and they proceeded to bust out laughing while you were literally trying not to lose your grip on the railing.

"They literally cannot keep their hands off each other." 

You woke up the next morning with your arms wrapped around your husband and any slight movement was irritating indicating the soreness of your muscles.

Jack was already awake and scrolling through his phone when he felt you move.

He looked down at you briefly before looking back at his phone leaving you confused as to why he didn’t say anything.

A couple more minutes passed before he finally did.

"Y/N Y/M/N do not ever do that shit again that you did last night. You understand?"

"Damn. Full government. And first of all good morning to you too." 

"I'm fucking serious."

"Baby, I swear it wasn't done on purpose. You know I would never do that to you." 

"And like I said it better not happen again. Like I'm still mad as hell at you." 

"I don't like when you're mad at me." You said while poking his side and whining.

"Then don't be pullin stupid shit." 

"Is my baby jealous?"

"Y/N, I swear…." Jack responded while putting his phone down and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you have to be jealous of Jackman? I'm your wife and no one else's the last time I checked." 

"Not the point, and you need to start fucking acting like it."

"Babeeeee, I'm sorry. We're on vacation and the last thing I want is for you to be mad at me." 

"Like I said make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Okay, promise." You stated while kissing his cheek.

"You know what?"

"What babe?"

"Get on all fours right now."

"Jack…" 

"Yes?"

"I'm too sore to move."

"Come here and sit on my face." 

Another hour had passed before the two of you heard a knock on your bedroom door and Saweetie’s voice could be heard.

“Uh, first of all good morning and uh if yall are done fucking each other’s brains out we’re about to go to brunch. That was definitely a sight to see last night and uh Y/N, you seriously do not be lyin in the group chat.”

“We’re coming, give us a minute.” Jack responded while coming up for air since he was still eating you out, but then he heard Druski’s voice.

“Y/N! He tore that shit up, huh? Bet your ass can’t even walk.”

“GET THE FUCK ON DRUSKI!” 

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[starry-eyed-romantics]

I’m Only Yours To Taunt

Chris Evans x actress reader

Warnings: language, sarcasm, mentions of smut (18+), lmk if you find anything else!

Summary: you and Chris love tossing sarcastic remarks at each other when being interviewed on the carpet. And honestly? you wouldn’t have it any other way

Word count: 1,680 words

A/N: I've got a request brewing in my drafts at the moment, so in the meantime, enjoy this cute Lil read😋😋😋

The day had finally arrived. Your new movie was coming out in a few months, and tonight was the night of the premiere. You were starring in a mystery thriller alongside your husband, Chris Evans, who was attending with you.

After being told the premiere will be held in Vienna, two days after Chris’ birthday, the two of you agreed it would be a great idea to fly out earlier than planned, so the two of you would be celebrating his birthday there.

And so, on the day of the premiere, you were getting ready in one of the hotel rooms. With a tailor making last-minute adjustments to your dress, a makeup artist adding a few extra touch-ups to your face, and people running all over the place.

You had settled on a beautiful dress and Chris, a dashing yet straightforward black and white tuxedo.

Chris was a lot calmer than you were, seeing that he had less work to be done. However, all this pressure sure wasn't making you feel any less nervous. As you were sitting on the make-up chair, your manager, Mara, walks toward you.

She was making sure you were all caught up on your itinerary for the night. Not that you were going to follow it anyway, you just loved to entertain her. “OK. So first, red carpet. You're walking with Chris, right?”

You nod in response, face still being touched up by one of the make-up artists.

“Alright. Then, since we need the publicity for your upcoming movie, I've arranged about five interviews for you. And then it’s bonding with your castmates, bla-bla-bla, movie premiere, you know the drill, and then, finally, the after-party. Sound good? Good. Have fun, you look great.”

Giving her a warm smile in return, you pull her in for a warm hug. “Thank you, Mara; you're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

She kisses both sides of your cheeks, making sure not to ruin your makeup. “Meet you on the carpet,” and then leaves to take care of other things.

Chris soon comes out of one of the bedrooms, adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, eyes immediately turning away to look at you. “Beautiful,” he says, staring at you in utter amazement.

“Why thank you,” you manage to say, bending your knees outward and pinching the sides of your dress to take a curtsy.

He then takes his eyes off of you and stares you down. “Oh, sorry, I was talking about the dress.”

You look up at him with an offended stare and furrowed brows. “Excuse me?” You scoff, hands crossed. Chris then walks towards you, hands in each side of his pockets.

“Somethings....not quite right,” he says, and before you know it, he’s pulling you in by your waist, closing in the gap between the two of you, and connecting your lips with his.

The kiss starts soft, later then turning passionate, with his hands running down your back. That action alone made you feel shivers run down your spine. Soon, he's reaching down toward the back of your dress, attempting to pull the zip down.

You pull away from the kiss, causing him to let out a whine, trying to pull you back in. “Chris! Are you insane? Not now!” You scold, giving his shoulders a whack, causing him to yelp.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it, you look so good,” He says while rubbing his shoulders.

You roll your eyes and can't help but bite back a grin at his comment.

The little moment is shortly interrupted when Megan, Chris’ publicist, walks through the door. “Alright, you two. The limos are ready. You guys good to go?” She asks.

The two of you nod in agreement, then clasp your hands together, following her in pursuit.

—

Stepping out of the vehicle, Chris offers out his arm for you to take. After hooking your arms around his, you look to your side and meet his gaze, taking a slow breath. “Let's do it,” you state.

Making your way through the entrance together, so many people greeted you. All of them were thrilled to talk to the both of you. Then, one by one, you and Chris made your way through all of them.

As the two of you were finishing up with your castmates, the next thing you knew, you were about to walk the red carpet.

These types of things had always scared you; Chris knew that. So, in an attempt to make you feel better, he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You know, instead of going to the after-party, we could leave early and go to burger king instead.”

You turn around to face him, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. “I’d love that.”

“Great,” He says, amused by the look on your face. “You ready?” And to that, you nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of built-up nerves.

Chris places a gentle kiss on your forehead, intertwining your hands with his. “Let's go,” he says, taking in a deep breath and letting go with puffed cheeks.

Hand in hand, you begin to make your way towards the crowd. As soon as the two of you set foot on the carpet, cameras start flashing, and photographers were throwing shouts everywhere—Chris wrapped his arm around your waist, another hand in his pocket.

Everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, leisurely strolling along the carpet.

After posing for what felt like forever, you and Chris separate for a while. He was still busy making conversation with everyone, and you just wanted to get over with all five interviews Mara said she'd arranged for you.

You walk in the direction of a friendly-looking reporter, her face lighting up when she sees you.

“Hi! I'm Y/N, It's so lovely to meet you. How are you? You look great, by the way!” You say as a conversation starter, a small smile appearing on your face.

Her face begins to blush at the striking compliment. “Oh my God, it's so lovely to meet you too! I’m Leia, and I'm doing good now, thanks to you. But, can I just say, I look like nothing compared to the way you look tonight? Always gracing us with your presence and beauty,” She says, then holding out the mic for you.

“Oh stop, you're making me blush, thank you. Well, I got this beauty designed by one of the best, my knight in shining armour, Jean-Paul Gaultier. Couldn’t have done it without him.”

She lets out a chuckle, then moves on to ask you another question. “Speaking of knights in shining armour, I was told that you and your husband, Chris flew out to Venice early. I'm assuming the two of you celebrated his 40th birthday here two days ago?”

“Right, yes, he forced me to come with him. It hurt that I had to cancel my invite to Kat Dennings birthday party instead because of him. What a jerk.”

Amused by your answer, she brings the mic to her chest, letting out a wholehearted laugh. You can't help but bite back a grin.

She then regains her composure, brushing off the hems of her dress before asking you another question. Before that happens though, suddenly, the two of you are joined by Chris, who pats both his hands on your shoulders.

“Hi, there! What are you ladies talking about? I'm Chris, by the way,” he lets out in a cheerful tone, holding out his hand for the reporter to take.

Leia shakes his hand, excited. “Hello Chris, so lovely to meet you. Your wife Y/N and I were just talking about your birthday celebration the two of you had two days ago. How'd it go? Did she orchestrate any surprises?”

His eyebrows perk up, one hand falling off of your shoulder and now resting on his hip. “Oh yeah, it was great. We fucked all night.”

After hearing his bold statement, he laughs playfully as your eyes bulge, later shoving him in the chest, causing Leia to laugh again.

With Chris now enjoying himself after embarrassing you, you can't help but return the favour.

“Deffffinitely. Also, don't tell anyone I told you this, but since it was his birthday, I had to fake my orgasm and lie, so he wouldn't have to feel bad.” You say, pretending to whisper in Leia’s ear, loud enough so Chris could hear you.

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. You couldn't stop laughing after seeing the look on his face, Leia joining in with you. It was priceless.

His whole face turned bright red.

After talking with Leia a little longer, the both of you start to move on to the next reporter. You had noticed the change in Chris’ behaviour.

“Why didn't you tell me? Even if it was my birthday?" Chris finally manages to let out, after being quiet for some time.

"I was joking, Chris. You know I love to tease you and only you. That night was one of the best nights of my life, It makes me wish it was your birthday every day," You let out a small chuckle, rubbing his back gently.

His mood lightens up again after your response, a sneaky grin dancing along his lips.

"Well todays your lucky day. Did you know it was my birthday today?" He jokes, nudging you in the shoulder.

“You’re disgusting,” You look at him on your side and roll your eyes. However, you can't help but hide a smile as the two of you make your way towards the crowd, blending in.

Finally done with the movie premiere and everything else, you and Chris excuse yourselves just like he had promised, and the next thing you know, the both of you were making out in a Burger King booth.

[4stars-uswnt]

You Take My Heart Away [Kelley O’Hara x Reader]

requested by anon: Kelley O’Hara x reader where reader gets into a fist fight but she’s like I won’t throw the first punch bc I’ll finish it and like she gets teased by the team but Kelley is mad at reader for it bc R could’ve gotten hurt but it was still cool

requested by anon: Can we get another Kelley O’Hara x reader doesn’t have to be anything specific just maybe along the lines of them both being crazy and maybe oblivious

A/N: i decided to combine these two prompts! hope y’all enjoy it. also bonus points to anybody who gets the title reference (there’s a lil connection to a reference within the story)

warnings: homophobic and sexist language, violence, and swearing

Conversation was flowing and music was playing in the background of the bar, as the USWNT finished up their first round of drinks and appetizers. The team had pushed together a couple of tables, where you all were now sitting, laughing at each other’s jokes.

The air was light, victory and celebration filling the atmosphere. Megan and Ashlyn had been the ones to suggest a night out after your win against Japan, not only to celebrate the 2-0 victory but also to celebrate Lindsey’s birthday that was in the next couple of days.

You were currently sitting next to your best friend, Kelley O’Hara, bridging the gap between the veterans and the youngsters.

“Anybody want another drink?” Alex asks, pushing her chair back, as she moves to get up.

A chorus of yeses ring out, the team’s orders ringing out.

“I’ll help you with that, Al.” You stand up from your seat, giving the other woman a warm smile.

Once the two of you had left for the bar, the rest of the team began interrogating Kelley, who let her eyes follow you as you moved through the crowd.

“Kel,” Ash calls out over the noise of the music. “When are you gonna admit to (Y/N) that you’re hopelessly in love with her?”

“What?” Kelley sputters, flustered.

Megan rolls her eyes at the defender. “It’s so obvious that you’ve had a crush on her for the past like six years, and a blind person can see that she likes you too.”

“I- I’m not in love with (Y/N).” Kelley’s face flushes, as she rubs the back of her neck nervously. “She’s my best friend.”

“Kelley,” Christen softly chimes in,, hoping to talk some sense in her friend she’s known since college. “You guys obviously have feelings for each other that go beyond friendship, and you’ve been dancing around them for years. We just want you two to be happy.”

Many of the women nod and voice their agreement.

“But what if it ruins our friendship and I lose her forever?” The freckled defender bites her lip nervously.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Christen gives her a knowing look. “Even if she didn’t reciprocate those feelings, she’s not gonna cut you out of her life.”

“And Kel,” Tobin adds on. “You never know until you ask her. And who knows? The risk of putting your heart out there may be worth it. But you’re just gonna live in the dark haunted by the unknown and what ifs unless you tell her how you feel.”

“I hate that you’re philosophical insights are usually right,” Kelley huffs.

Meanwhile, as the team holds their intervention for your best friend, you and Alex were at the bar ordering another round of drinks.

As you were waiting for the bartender, you and Alex were engaged in your own conversation, when you hear a boisterous voice interrupt you.

“Hey! It’s Alex Morgan!” A large man approaches the two of you, holding a half-full cup of beer in his hand, and you have a feeling he’s downed a couple pints already.

You sense Alex tense up next to you, as she gives the stranger a tight smile. “Hello.”

“Oh, and who’s this?” He turns to you, a leering grin on his face, making your insides turn. You reach for Alex’s hand in search of comfort but also as a protective gesture.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The man looks back at the star forward. “I hear your entire team is full of d*kes, but I didn’t think you were one. You’re way too hot to be a d*ke.”

Alex’s grip on your hand tightens, as anger radiates off of her. “I’m actually happily married.” She raises her left hand to show off her ring.

“Woah.” The stranger lets out a low whistle, his eyes slowly widening before he squinting to get a better look, as his movements impaired by the alcohol. “That is quite the rock. How’d you afford that with your pay? I’ve heard all about your team’s fight for equal pay and all that. I personally think it’s a load of crap. You guys aren’t even that good at soccer, and it’s so boring. The only thing that makes your games interesting is your smoking hot bodies.”

You scrunch your nose in disgust at this man’s blatant misogyny. “I’m surprised you know about our equal pay fight. I’d think it’d be too complicated for your thick skull,” you quip, throwing the insult right in his face.

“Ooooo feisty, are we?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “And where do you get off calling me dumb?”

“I’m just calling them as I see them,” you simply state, letting go of Alex’s hand, as you move to stand in front of her protectively. “Where do you get off disrespecting women and being a bigot?”

“(Y/N/N), it’s not worth it,” Alex whispers in your ear.

“I’d listen to your friend,” the man sneers and stands up straighter, slightly sobering up. “Because I’m not afraid to hit a girl, especially a mouthy one like you. Women like you deserve to be put in your place.”

“Go on then,” you challenge, probably a stupid decision on your part, but the adrenaline is rushing and you are at your wits end with this man in front of you. “I dare you.”

You thank all the gods in the universe that the stupid stranger was actually stupid enough to try and throw a punch with his blood-alcohol level because you can see his punch coming from a mile away.

Before his fist can make contact with your face, you grab his hand and twist his arm, leaning in closely to his face. “Is that all you got? My mom hits better than you.” You smirk.

“Let go of me, you bitch,” he growls, snatching his arm out of your grasp.

“Wait, I have one more thing,” you call out.

“What the hell are you talk-”

Before he can finish, you cut him off, rather your fist cuts him off. The man in front of you had been testing your patience and had used up all your grace, which, in your opinion, warranted a punch in the face.

You can’t help but wince at the sharp pain shooting through your hand upon the contact, but the cracking sound of his nose eases some of your discomfort.

By now, the rest of the team had become worried by your prolonged absence and then had noticed the commotion this stranger was stirring. Hearing the raised voices coming from your direction, many of the veterans, including Kelley, Christen, Tobin, Ash, Ali, and Megan, made their way over to where Alex was currently holding you back from unleashing your anger on this drunk man.

“What is going on here?” Becky asks, surveying the situation in front of her.

“This asshole was insulting Al and then had the audacity to continue being a sexist pig,” you spit out, directing your words at the man, who was still holding his bloody nose, while Alex was doing her best to keep you under wraps.

“I think it’s time for you to go,” Ashlyn states firmly.

As the goalie, along with Becky, Megan, and Ali, coax the stranger into leaving you alone, and hopefully leaving the club, Alex, Christen, Tobin, and Kelley try and calm you down.

“(Y/N/N),” Christen soothes, cupping your face. “I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath.” The curly-haired forward inhales and exhales, motioning for you to mimic her actions.

You take a deep breath, and upon exhaling, you feel the tension, along with the adrenaline, leave your body.

“Shit,” you sigh. “My hand.”

You lift your right hand, revealing your split knuckles on which bruises were starting to form.

“Come on, Sylvester.” Tobin claps your shoulder, letting out an amused chuckle. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, and on the way, you can tell us all about your heroics.”

You amusedly roll your eyes and lean into the other woman’s side.

As the team gathers their things, ready to call it a night after the turn of events, Megan approaches you, holding out a bag of ice.

“Here, (Y/N), the bartender gave me this for your hand.”

“Thanks, P.” You place the cool ice on your knuckles, hissing at the temperature shock.

On the way back to the hotel, many of your teammates were interrogating you about what had happened back at the bar. After telling the entire story, you received many hoots and hollers from the rest of the team.

“Damn (Y/N)!” Ash whistles. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

“Way to protect our honor,” Rose gushes, as many of the women nod along.

“Thank you, (Y/N), for defending me,” Alex says sincerely.

“Of course, Al. Anytime.” You give the forward a warm smile.

“Who knew (Y/N) could be such a badass?!” Emily exclaims with an impressed look on her face. “Kel, did you know that your best friend was a secret badass?”

While the rest of the girls had been teasing you about your heroic actions, your best friend had been oddly quiet.

“News to me.” Kelley answers shortly, her face hard and distant. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering if the defender was mad at you. You thought she would’ve been proud of you for standing up for the team and putting a sexist douchebag in his place.

Before going back to entertaining your teammates’s jokes and questions, you make a mental note to talk to her once you get back to the hotel, silently thanking Vlatko for rooming the two of you together this camp.

You would never in a million years admit it, but you were harboring a huge crush for your best friend, had been for the past six years, ever since you’d joined the national team. Not only did you not want to ruin your friendship and end up losing Kelley, but you knew she would never return your feelings.

Over the past several years that you’d been friends with the defender, you’d seen Kelley go in and out of relationships, and comparing yourself to her other girlfriend’s, you had a feeling you weren’t her type.

You also had reservations due to the fact that Kelley was your teammate, and you didn’t want to change the team dynamic, especially if the two of you didn’t work out.

Thoughts of Kelley clouded your mind all the way back to the hotel, only further exacerbated by her deafening silence.

Upon arriving to the hotel lobby, before you all disperse to your rooms, Alex gives you another hug and thanks you again, and Becky, ever the mother of the group, gives you a warning.

“Make sure to ice on and off. 20 minutes. You know the drill, (Y/L/N). Kelley, make sure she takes care of that hand.”

“Don’t worry about me, Becks. I got it,” you reassure the veteran defender, giving her a mock salute.

Following Kelley, you cautiously enter the hotel room. You nervously watch the other women move around the room, as she silently goes about her usual nighttime routine. Taking the hint that she wasn’t going to talk to you anytime soon, you go about your own routine and get ready for bed.

After about twenty minutes later, after both of you had showered, you were finishing wrapping your hand and were about to get into bed, when you noticed Kelley discretely staring at your bandaged hand.

Unable to tolerate the silence anymore, you break the tension. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“Kel,” you sigh, plopping down on the side of her bed. “You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder ever since what happened at the bar. Are you mad at me?”

“Nope. Not mad,” Kelley hums slightly passive aggressively, still not looking up from her book.

You roll your eyes, frustrated by your best friend’s childish behavior. “Kelley, I know when you’re lying, and I know that you’re mad at me right now, so would you please just look at me?!”

Sensing the exasperation and frustration in your voice, Kelley closes and sets down her book. “Fine, you’re right. I am mad at you.”

You thought you’d feel relieved, hearing her confirm your suspicions, but instead, the pressure in your chest increases.

“Why? What did I do?” You practically beg, scooting up the bed, so you’re closer to the other woman.

“As if you don’t know,” she scoffs.

Confused, you tilt your head. “I clearly don’t. Kel, please talk to me, tell me what I did.”

“You literally punched a dude in the face!”

“Yeah, but he deserved it, Kel! You heard the things he was saying,” you defend. “I couldn’t just let him get away with talking about our team like that. I thought you’d be proud of me for standing up to a sexist asshole like him.”

“I am proud, sort of. I mean that was completely badass and totally warranted, not that I necessarily expected that from you, and I’m glad you put him in his place,” Kelley babbles. “But that’s not the point, (Y/N/N). You were reckless tonight. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

Your face softens at her outburst. Taking a deep breath, Kelley confesses, “I love you, (Y/N). I’m in love with you, and I just can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt, especially by some drunk idiot who doesn’t know shit about football or respecting women.”

Your eyes widen and your heart practically stop, when you process the words that have come out of your best friend’s mouth.

“(Y/N), please say something,” Kelley begs.

“You’re in love with me?” You test the words on your mouth.

“Yeah,” she sighs contently, giving you a soft smile. “Have been for the past eight years.”

“Gosh, we really are idiots.” You let out a wet chuckle, shaking your head.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, too, Kel,” you rasped, your voice laced with pure emotion. “I’ve loved you since my first camp.”

“Wow,” Kelley scoffs, an amused grin playing on her face. “Are we really that oblivious?”

“Apparently so.” You shrug. “But we’re here now.”

“Yeah, we are.” The freckled woman softens. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod eagerly, leaning in to meat the other woman’s lips. The kiss is nothing like you’d dreamed of; it’s better. It’s soft and tender, full of love and passion. You melt into each other, as your lips move together in harmony.

Not wanting things to get too heated, especially not before you’ve talked about what this meant for the future of your relationship, you pull away, resting your forehead against hers.

“Hi,” you whisper, smiling like a fool.

“Hey,” Kelley murmurs softly, returning your smile.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She takes your hand, kissing your wrapped knuckles. “But please don’t be getting into any more bar fights.”

“Hey! I would never start a fight, however I have no problem finishing them.” You smirk, boasting slightly triumphantly.

Kelley rolls her eyes playfully, but then looks into your eyes. “I mean it, (Y/N). I can’t stand the idea of you getting hurt. So no more fights alright?”

“I promise, Kel.” You give her a chaste kiss.

“Good.”

That night, you stay in Kelley’s bed, cuddling into her side. As you slowly drift into a peaceful sleep, you notice the woman next to you is already fast asleep.

You sigh contently, and you can’t help but feel extremely lucky that even after all these years, and everything that’s happened, life still led you to this woman and a love worth fighting for.

[replicant-jinx]

So I’ve been seeing a lot of scammers on animal crossing, so I’m making this post to hopefully counter some of those incidents! One of my friends recently was almost scammed, but thankfully she knew the signs before she was conned out of a lot of Nook Miles Tickets (NMT).

Scamming can happen anywhere with anything but usually happens with items/characters in high demand. Raymond is a popular character to scam with, so I’ll be using him as an example a lot!

1) Avoid buying items worth more than an inventory’s slot space!

The maximum amount of NMT you can fit into your inventory is 400, and the maximum number of bells is just under 4 million (though it is less common to pay for things with that many bells). If you are going alone and are purchasing something with 500 NMT, that would mean you would have to leave their island to retrieve more after you’ve already deposited some there. A quick way around this would be to bring at least one person with you that can carry the remaining amount of money, items, or NMT so that you don’t have to leave a stranger with something of yours. I’m not taking someone with you, you would run the risk of them closing the gate on you with at least 100 NMT still on their island. Sadly, most animal crossing servers don’t really do much about scammers, so you’d be out a fair amount of currency. Again, opt to bring someone or try to lower their asking price if it isn’t far off 400.

2) Understand some of the signs.

There are some scammers out there that are easily readable, and some that aren’t. Know that this isn’t a sure fire way to know if someone is scamming you, but it might help at least get a mean person off your case. I’ve seen a lot of rude scammers, and a common way of going about this is offering a lower price on say Nookazon, and then when you ask them about the offer, they get mad and tell you that the price is higher than what was originally given.

Another extremely common thing I see is people claiming the villager is “in boxes” when they’ve actually just scattered a few cardboard boxes around the villager’s home. Remember that the character will be moving out if their entire home interior is filled with boxes. Furniture will NOT be present in their house at all. Ask them to send a picture of them in the character’s house with their username and something else (just a random word) so it is less likely that they’re faking. Be cautious though, I’ve also seen a few things about people advertising photoshop services where they’ll make it look like their villager is moving out.

3) Reporting

If someone tries to scam you, report them. There’s always the chance that scammers will just make another account, but it might spread the word about how they go about scamming and will warn people in the process. Also remember that this is a game about cute little animals and people interacting, if you’ve scammed someone before you make me 😤.

How to get any villager you want:

There are several different methods to doing this, but I find that there is one that’s more effective than others.

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU FIND A VILLAGER ON AN ISLAND, THEY WILL NOT VISIT YOUR CAMPSITE. IF A VILLAGER VISITS YOUR CAMPSITE, THEY WILL NOT VISIT AGAIN. IF A VILLAGER HAS VISITED YOUR CAMPSITE BEFORE, YOU CANNOT USE AN AMIIBO TO GET THEM TO VISIT AGAIN. IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED THAT YOU PRE-PLAN WHICH VILLAGERS YOU WANT MOST.

1) Hacking: I haven’t done this method, but I know that there are people who will hack their game. If you have the skills and feel confident then by all means go ahead! However, I don’t recommend this to most people because the switch is both a very expensive system and very very very easy to brick (bricking will make your system completely useless). On top of this, you also run the risk of Nintendo shutting down your account for violating their policies. Be safe, kids. Raymond isn’t worth losing your stuff!!!

2) Amiibos: Amiibos are awesome ways to guarantee the villager you want is visiting your town. To use an amiibo, you need the campsite on your island, but that’s about it. The villager from your card will have to visit three times, and you have to craft three items for them. After that, they get to move in! Amiibos are also awesome because they let you automatically move out certain villagers that you don’t want on your island (if you invite someone from your campsite without an amiibo to live on your island and you already have 10 villagers, they choose a random one for you to move out). This process is really easy, and there are even ways to spoof your own amiibo cards for a cheaper price. The only setback is that there are characters that don’t have Amiibos yet, and yes, Raymond is one of them. Here’s the list of villagers without Amiibos:

Audie

Cyd

Dom

Judy

Megan

Raymond

Reneigh

Sherb

Nintendo will most likely make amiibo cards for these characters in the future, but for these characters, you will solely have to rely on the next method, which in my opinion is the best.

Campsites: The campsite in animal crossing is pretty great. You get the chance to get any villager you want, and it always comes as a surprise whenever Isabelle announces that someone is there. Utilizing the campsite in different ways is the most effective way of getting every villager you want in animal crossing without paying a dime (or a bell). I’ll be providing two methods of doing this: one for time travelers and one for non-time travelers.

Campsite method through time traveling: First, be prepared for a lot of time traveling. This process can take a long amount of time depending on how you go about this. The first step in this process is to know which villager you want to go for (and maybe plan a few others out in case you come across one you really like). Note their personality type. I’ll be using Raymond in this example. Raymond has a smug personality type. The others are Sisterly, Peppy, Jock, Snooty, Normal, Cranky, and Lazy. It is highly recommended that you start this process with 10 villagers and that you have all of the types on your island except for the one you are looking for. I would also recommend that if you don’t have all of the types that you just move in random ones of that personality. If you don’t like them, you can always move them out later.

After you’ve completed these tasks (or at least figuring out who you want), you’ll want to move 6 days forward from your starting date. The campsite works where there is a percent increase on the probability that you will have a visitor by the day, and the sixth day happens to be the highest at 20%. Every day after this, there is a 20% chance that you will get a visitor. When going through this process, you can go into the game, listen to only some of Isabelle’s morning announcements, and if she doesn’t say there’s a visitor, just close the program and go to the next day. Keep doing this until a visitor is on your island.

After the announcements end, go into the tent and see who your villager is. If your first try gives you the villager you wanted, you’re super lucky! You’ll have to talk to them a lot and win a game against them, but the villager will never fully turn down an invite to stay. Once you win against them, if you have 10 people on your island, the visitor will ask if one is moving out. This villager is picked at random. If the happen to pick a villager you want to move out, continue with the conversation. If they pick on you don’t want to move out, the second they say their name, close the program and open it back up. You’ll have to go through the process of inviting them onto your village again, but they’ll pick the character you want gone eventually. After this, it is very important that you travel one day forward for four days to ensure that the move-out process for your one villager doesn’t glitch the game, and that your new villager arrives safely.

If you did not get the villager you wanted on the first try, save the game and repeat the initial process: from that day, go forward six days and open the game. Go forward one day for each time that Isabelle doesn’t announce a villager until she does. I would also recommend that you keep a list of characters from the personality type your character is from and checking off each one that comes through as they can’t come through again.

Seriously though, this process with ten villagers and no one in that personality is the differences from spending weeks going through campsite villagers to maybe...spending like three hours on it?

Non time-traveling method: The process is pretty much the same! Have ten villagers on your island of each type except the target type and just check to see if your campsite has any visitors daily (just note that the day after you have a visitor, there’s a 0% chance of someone visiting your island). This method is also very effective, but just takes a little longer. If you have the patience, you’ll have your lil villager moving in before you know it!!!

FYI: The reason you should have every personality except for the one you want on your island is that it increases the chances of characters with that personality type to come. There’s a 60% chance they’ll come if you don’t have that personality on your island and a 40% chance that any other type will come.

STAY SAFE GUYS, MAKE YOUR DREAM VILLAGE!!!

[jimins-melaninfilter]

🔥 PINK PANTHER 🔥

** SMUT WARNING **

After a long busy day at work Y/N just finished up the last bit of paper work for her annoying boss Mr.Scott .

Y/N : Ughh finally now he can get off my back about this damn work .

Y/N gets ups from her desk with a pile of papers and heads to her boss office

Y/N : *knocks on Mr.Scott office door * Hello Mr.Scott I’m finally done with everything you asked me to

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here you go .

Mr.Scott : Ahh yes thank you Y/N you know you’re my best worker in the office you’re really amazing you worked really hard go enjoy your weekend

Y/N : Thank you Mr.Scott I really appreciate that I will you enjoy yours as well

Y/n turns around and rolls her eyes while walking out Mr.Scotts office closing the door

Y/N : * starts mimicking Mr.Scott * Blah Blah anyways * Y/N cell phone starts ringing it’s her bestfriend Michelle *

Y/N : Hello

Michelle : Hey girl you off yet or you still being a lap dog for Mr.

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cott

Y/N : * starts laughing * I’m getting my stuff and leaving now and it’s Mr.Scott your crazy ass

Michelle : Girl you tryna

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hang and do something tonight

Y/N : And whats that ?

Michelle : GO TO THE PINK PANTHER BITCH DUH !!

Y/N : ahh I’m to tired I’ll see plus I don’t have nothing to wear

Michelle : Girl you say that boring ass excuse every weekend I’ll be to your house in about 15 mins so hurry up take a shower we are going to find you something to wear !

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Clicks the phone hangs up *

Y/N : Hello ? Hello ? Ughh Crazy bitch Fine !!

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Time skip to Y/Ns House *

Y/N : ughh my nice comfortable bed I should really get my ass up and get in the shower because 15 minutes for Michelle means 5 for me the girl drive like a bat out of hell

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shower time *

Y/N : now I feel a lot better

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knocking at door *

Y/N : nobody but Michelle * walking towards front door * Comingg

Michelle : Why you not dressed yet girl did you lay down first

Y/N : yes you know me to well , just sit right here and I’ll be ready in 5 mins

Michelle: yea sure grandma Daisy

Y/N : I am not a grandma shut up

Michelle : Hm whatever anyways whatchu got to eat in here * checks cabinets and fridge * just absolutely nothing that’s great girl you need to be in jail cause you aint got shit to eat what the hell you be doing ? starving your damn self ?

Y/N : No I don’t starve myself dumb ass I cook when I feel like it

Michelle: Ugh girl anyway

Y/N : I’m ready let’s go

Michelle: Finally lets go Miss Daisy so we can hurry up and find you something sexy

•

Time skip to the mall •

Michelle: oohh lets go in Agaci they got some cute ass clothes

Y/N : yess thats my favorite store lets hurry so we can go to the food court

Michelle: yea I bet you are hungry cause you aint got shit to eat in that house but crumbs and dust

Y/N : Girl shut up, I do got food it’s just i haven’t cooked it yet , but you wouldn’t know about that since all you do is burn ramen

Michelle: get out my business

•

both girls started laughing •

Michelle : Ouuu girl that rose gold dress is sexy as fuck hold it so you can try it on and this and this and this

Y/N : ok girl damn

Michelle : Oops Sorry

•

both girls start laughing •

Y/N : * stomach starts growling * Uhh * giggles * let’s just try these 5 dresses on

Michelle : Excuse me maam don’t be so rude umm , excuse me do you have any dressing rooms open ?

Store clerk: yes right this way

Y/N : thank you

Michelle : here call me if you need help

Y/N : Will do

•

Starts trying on clothes *

Y/N : ouu this fits nice but I really don’t like it

•

Next dress •

Y/N : Nope hate it

•

next dress •

Y/N : now this is the dress this is damn perfect ! And I have the perfect heels for it

•

Y/N picks the short skintight spaghetti straps that crosses in the back draw string on one side Rose Gold Dress

•

•

Y/N : Now let’s take this off so I won’t mess it up

•

Gets dress and exit dressing room •

Michelle : took you long enough and I’m shocked you didn’t call me

Y/N : I was fine anyway let’s go check out I’m starving

Michelle: Yea lets do that

•

leaving the store •

Y/N : So what are you wearing at the Pink Panther

Michelle: ouu girl I got this nice ass red dress with some cute ass black heels and my makeup is going to be hitting its going to be a sight for the boys

Y/N : ayeeee yess maam we definitely gonna bring life to the party I can’t wait can you do my makeup too ?

Michelle: you know I gotchu girl cause you need a man in your life all you do is work and go home do you even talk to niggas , no sneaky links , like damn you need to get back out there bestfriend you need to get them cheeks clapped for god sakes not a fuck buddy in sight just you and your damn cat

Y/N : Uhh you in my business , dont do that * starts laughing * anyways when I find someone again then I will right now I’m just chilling and leave my damn cat alone

Michelle: girl all I’m just saying is that that just chilling mess waits for nobody next thing you know yo ass just chilling in your damn rocking chair patting that damn cat and watching Golden Girls

Y/N : Aye bitch now wait cause aint nothing wrong with Golden Girls !

Michelle: I know it ain’t cause I watch a couple episodes here and there

•

Both girls start laughing again •

•

while walking to the food court Y/N kept hearing this laugh from somebody a happy cute laugh so she looked and she saw these 3 boys sitting at a table chatting and laughing

•

one of the boys caught her eye but she didn’t want to stare and make it obvious so she kept walking once Y/N and Michelle got their food they finally sat down and ate

Michelle: bitch this food was life a lady was hungry I don’t think I can get my ass up

Y/N : * laughing * you so damn extra this food was hitting but we do need to get up before we be sleeping at the damn mall cause they are about to close girl lets go .

•

time skip back to y/n house •

Michelle : Wheew bitch Ima take a nap before we start getting ready

Y/N : you know that don’t sound too bad I am a lil beat girl

Michelle : * snoring sounds *

Y/N : Ugh she get on my damn nerves

•

while Michelle was sleeping Y/N started to doze off as well but she couldn’t help to think about what Michelle was saying in the mall telling y/n to get back out there and have fun . Previously Y/N had bad luck with relationships and guys although her last fling wasn’t but 4 months ago so it wasn’t that long ago since she had sex or anything •

•

Alarm starts going off @10 pm •

Michelle: Ok bitch wake up lets get fine cut some music on lets go

Y/N : ouu you heard that new Megan

•

starts playing Megan the Stallion •

•

Time Skip to wear Y/N is putting on her dress and heels both girls are done getting ready •

Michelle: Ouuuu bitch now you know you know damn you aint got no business being this fine and I’m serious girl you look good

😌

Y/N : you see me bitch

😜

Bitch that red dress is cute as fuck omg we did a bomb ass job with everything we need to take pictures !

Michelle: a wise man once said A Beat Face starts a Case , Free The Titty Protect The City

Y/N : * starts laughing * Girl who the hell told you that crazy ass shit anyways lets go

•

Club time

😎

Purpleish Pink lights , Loud music playing and people everywhere •

Michelle: Girl this shit is hitting lets go get a drink and a booth

Y/N : Yes I need a good drink

•

while at the bar Y/N heard the same laugh from the mall earlier and thought is this the same guy Y/N turns around and sees a group of guys the same 3 dudes from the mall they just added 4 more

•

dudes to the group and she sees the same cute guy and they met eye to eye a cute , bunny smile bright eyed guy who was wearing some black pants , black shirt , black leather jacket and and some black shoes Y/N was staring so hard the guy winked at Y/N

Y/N : Girl dont look too fast but its 7 fine ass boys behind us and I caught one their attention and he winked at me

Michelle: omg bitch where

Y/N : behind us !

Michelle : do one of them got on all black

Y/N : yea and he got a cute bunny smile

Michelle: yea

Y/N : yes bitch thats them

Michelle: ouu girl they walking over here

Y/N : well bitch quick turnaround so staring

Michelle: okokok just act normal

•

the 7 boys walked to the bar where Y/N and Michelle were bunny guy leading the pack and approached Y/N

? : Excuse me maam I couldn’t help but to see you looking I think I saw you at the mall earlier

Y/N : uhh yea sorry I didn’t mean to stare , I think I saw you too

? : No its ok I dont mind I was staring back myself

Y/N : Ohh * starts laughing and playing with her hair *

? : I’m sorry I’m Jungkook and these are my friends Tae , Jimin , Hobi , Namjoon , Yoongi and Jin

Y/N : Well hello nice to meet you all I’m Y/N and this is my bestfriend Michelle

Michelle: Hey yall wassup nice to meet you all

•

Michelle and Tae had been blushing and smiling at each other for a while until Tae came and sat by Michelle at the bar •

Tae : can I buy you a drink or something

Michelle : Sure that would be nice thank you

Namjoon : Jungkook you should invite her over to our booth to sit and chill

Jin : Yea go back to our booth before it gets taken , Hobi do you want to dance I made some new dance moves

Hobi : Shit wassup I’m down

Jimin : I’m coming to watch you make a fool of yourself so I can laugh

Namjoon : Yea I think I’ll go to , Tae you coming? Tae , Tae

•

Tae wasn’t paying attention to anyone but Michelle they were flirting at the bar •

Tae : Huh ? No go ahead

Namjoon : * shakes his head * whatever , Yoongi ?

Yoongi : Yea I’m coming to watch ans make sure Jin doesn’t hurt his self you know how he is

Namjoon: Yea you do have a point

•

Y/N and Jungkook began laughing at Namjoon and then Jungkook turned to you and asked •

Jungkook: Do you want to come sit with me at the booth and we can get to know each other

Y/N : Yea let me let Michelle know

•

Y/N looks to the side and see that Michelle and Tae are too focused on each other that they not even paying attention so Y/N taps Michelle on the shoulder and says •

Y/N : sorry to interrupt but I’m going to go sit with Jungkook at the booth maybe y’all need to go sit and mingle in private to so y’all can get away from the bar

Tae : * looks at Michelle * how would you like to go sit at booth by ourselves * Smirking licking his lips with his glossy eyes *

[365day2015]

Day 149

Only picture I took the morning after the party haha.

Woke up at around 8 when I set my alarm for 7 but it didn’t matter cause we didn’t leave for Costco until about 1130. FM picked me up and we met up with Jonita and her sister there and we did some shopping. Got some alcohol, pineapples, breakfast food, and other stuff and then left. Went to the ABC store next and Jonita took like 20 minutes just to pick up two bottles of alcohol. After that, FM left for a lunch and then we went back to the house where the party was going to be at. Dropped off all the stuff and then Jonita took me home. Once I got home, I called up Faith and Gennie and then started packing-ish. They weren’t even getting ready yet cause Faith just woke up from a nap when I called her but it’s all good. I finished pretty fast cause I didn’t really need to bring much so I cooked some ramen while I waited for them. They had to come over and drop their car off here cause their parents thought that it was a girls only sleepover haha. They came around 5 while I was still eating and I finished up and then we left.

Went to Farmfresh cause they wanted to get some chicken for the party and we picked up some ice as well for Jonita. After that, we picked up FM and then headed to the house. There were a few people there already and not much happened for a little. It was still setting up a bit but awhile later the party got going. I feel the need to talk about this party in bullet format so I will:

First watched some beer pong in which FM and a real chill dude named Josh were teaming and playing others. They were undefeated for the night even when I played them with Jerica.

I think I was about 3 Seagram bottles and one pretty powerful jello shot in and I was already feeling a bit buzzed. Not really sure what the next event was but I made this drink that had ciroc and mango nectar in it. I feel like I put a bit too much ciroc so I started feeling tipsy at that point (couldn’t really walk). Played some ping pong with Jonita’s brother Josh while I was feeling like that.

Bridgett and Jared ended up coming and they brought a bottle of tequila. Everyone was taking shots for Jonita and they wanted me to take one as well. I still haven’t had a shot ever and my stomach wasn’t feeling it so I was feeling kinda nervous. Everyone was like pressuring me to do it for a good 10 minutes but I ended up getting out of it.

Can’t really recall what happened next but I made that same mango nectar + ciroc again for me, FM, Gennie, and Faith. Toasted and we drank some and then the next thing I really remember was Faith being done as hell. I think she took like 2 fireball and 2 tequila shots + some other drinks so i’m not surprised. Jonita was saying I was done too so that cool guy Josh carried Faith upstairs and walked up there and watched over Faith.

I felt obliged to watch over her for the rest of the night because I couldn’t leave her alone since she was drunk as hell. Jonita told both of us to stay inside that room and not to leave so that happened for a good while. The night was still young (I think it was only like 1030 when this started) and everyone was still partying it up while I watched over her. People visited from time to time to check up on us and we were good for awhile.

Then I’m pretty sure what happened next was I was trying to make her go to sleep but I think she was to drunk too. She sat up and said I feel like throwing up and my dumbass tipsy self instead of getting a trashcan myself yelled downstairs to get one. It was too late by the time I got back into the room as she already threw up on herself, the bed, and the floor. I was trying to comfort her as she was yelling that she was sorry and that she didn’t mean to while the other party people helped clean it up. Before I knew it, it looked spotless and like nothing happened. It was just the smell that lingered haha. But Gennie was talking about being embarrassed the whole time and she helped me get Faith’s life straight by giving her a toothbrush to brush and showering and changing her. Of course I left so I just did other things while that happened. Went back upstairs by the time she was done and volunteered to take care of her again.

Stephanie was invited into the room as well cause she was drunk too and they had their fun time. Mason watched over the two and I left for a good to do other things. I think the next thing was that I played beer pong with Gennie on my team against Jonita and her friend Justin. Loser took a shot and me and Gennie ended up winning. But because I was like avoiding the tequila shot earlier saying that I would take it later, they were like c’mon you have to do one. It wasn’t tequila since they ran out, but there was this peach vodka left that wasn’t as strong so I considered it. It was only half a shot too so I thought it couldn’t hurt. The Justin dude was like getting angry (not actually but y’know) at me for not taking it and after just thinking about it I did it. It wasn’t bad but it did burn by stomach haha.

After that, I went back upstairs to check on Faith and Stephanie and everyone was trying to take a nap. I was feeling even more tipsy than I was earlier so I decided I should just relax with them.

For the longest time that happened, but as the night passed things got worse. Kyle and Kristen crashed the party and Jonita was getting really pissed at Kristen. I don’t exactly know what happened since I was with Faith, but I just remember there was yelling at 2 or 3 in the morning and Jonita actually like barged into our room and ordered Stephanie to get them out. There was some shit that Jonita took Kristen’s phone (because Kristen almost killed her and her lil sister when she tried driving home or something) and that she wouldn’t give it back unless Kristen apologized. Kristen ended up getting it back and getting escorted out by Stephanie and her friend Megan.

Jerica also lost her phone and for a good while we tried looking for it. Everyone was cleaning up already and I felt kinda bad for not really helping. After a good clean search, the phone is still lost. We have no idea if Kristen took it or something, but we couldn’t find it. Around 4, everyone just calmed down and relaxed.

I went back upstairs and spent the rest of the night with Faith making sure she was okay. I don’t remember what time, but she ended up needing to go to the toilet just in case she needed to throw up again and we just hung out there was a while. She did end up throwing up again but it was clear so i’m guessing it was from all the water she drank. After that though, she was feeling better and we went back to the bed and tried to sleep. I’m pretty sure she successfully did, but i’m positive I fell asleep on and off for an hour max. I “woke” up to Faith leaving the room around 630 maybe but I didn’t get up because I thought she was just using the bathroom. Apparently she threw up one last time but she felt a whole lot better after that. We tried to sleep for a bit longer but we ended up just getting up around 8.

Jerica and Gennie were making breakfast and I was not feeling good. I was like shaking and my stomach was eh. It was either cause I was hungover or cause I didn’t get sleep. I highly doubt it hungover cause I wasn’t wasted. Either way, they made pancakes, eggs, and bacon and I only ate half a pancake. After breakfast, there were a few rounds of ping pong and then a cornhole round with me, Jonita, Josh and Faith. We played one round where me and Jonita lost, and the second round didn’t finish.

Everyone packed up and left around 1130. I took FM home and then the twins stayed for a bit at my house. Bro came over for a little and then the twins left.

That’s all this post is going to be. I’ll continue the day later tonight maybe.

[bhattxpressions]

Carson Ho

1.) What have been your favorite service event so far? Hmmmmm, I haven’t done hella services yet tbh, but one that comes to mind was one time after Grace Garden, we all went to Noah’s Bagels for an impromptu breakfast hangout afterwards and that was a fun moment!

2.) What advice would you give to someone going into a leadership position for the first time? lmao this is literally @ me right now tbh. Besides in high school football, I’ve never really held like a leadership position or office position in an organization, so being on PlexComm as PSAA will be a new challenge for me. I guess the first piece of advice that come to mind is that you must understand that you are in a position where you’re not only representing yourself, but a larger group that will depend on your actions and leadership. Have confidence in yourself that you are capable, and strive to benefit the people around you.

3.) What makes you feel at home? ? As a super broad answer: comfort. I feel at home when I am comfortable and when I feel like I can be myself. Home is with my family and friends back in Oakland. Sometimes I’m still not sure whether I can call Davis home, but there are times when I feel at home here and I think it’s slowly warming up.  

4.) If you had to give one up one of your five senses, which would it be? Bruh I hate these types of questions lel >:^( so let’s see if I can make a roast out of each sense LETS GET IT LETS GO. 1. I would lose my sense of touch so my hand don’t hurt when I smack you upside yo head. 2. I would lose my sense of sight so I wouldn’t have to stare at yo ugly camel lookin head@$$. 3. I would lose my sense of taste because your cooking tastes like if I let Stevie Wonder grab 5 things out of his fridge and put it in a blender. 4. I would lose my sense of hearing so I wouldn’t have to hear yo Britney Spears sucking on a helium balloon sounding head@$$. 5. I would lose my sense of smell because you smell like if they fed all the cows on Dairy Road them 12 pack Doritos Locos Tacos from Taco Bell with hella laxatives inside em.

5.) Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert? Why? This is something that has been on my mind recently, specifically during my almost 2 years so far here at Davis. I’ve already answered this twice with BBLB chairs but I don’t mind telling you, person who is interested enough to learn more about me ;-) I consider myself somewhere in between, maybe a lil bit more leaning towards introversion; however, there are times when I feel very introverted and times when I feel very extroverted. I feel more of an introvert when I am surrounded by like strangers or people that I don’t know that well. The fact that I don’t really know them makes me feel uncomfortable, and also I tend to not initiate contact/communication in these situations and just keep my head down on my phone or something. I sorta get shy and lightweight get socially anxious when I have to deal with strangers or when I’m forced to start a conversation with someone Like I’m one of those people who prefer if someone else starts a conversation because it makes me feel like you’re interested in meeting and talking me, and if the situation was the other way around, I feel like I’d be annoying you if I tried to start a conversation, yadadamean. So basically there are times that I would like to talk to someone, but that shyness and anxiety really holds me back from doing so :/ This whole introverted side of me is a reason why I was sorta hesitant to come out early on in the term because I didn’t really know anyone and was lightweight scared to meet people. Now on the other hand, I feel extroverted when I am around friends that I feel close enough. They allow to me feel comfortable and free to express myself without any judgement, so I feel like I can talk more, joke around more, and let out the goofy and friendly side of me that’s more hesitant to come out in front of strangers. This whole introversion/extraversion thing was something that I was sorta struggling with, especially last year as a first year, because I felt like I wasn’t able to really be myself since all my close friends from Oakland were elsewhere and I didn’t really have close friends, let alone friends in general, early on here at Davis. Along with some other life drama I won’t discuss at the moment (okay I’m proofreading right now and I guess you’ll find out bout it when I answer number 6 LOOOOL), it really f***ed me over and took me to a sorta dark place as a first year. I felt lonely and very introverted, and it was not a fun experience. I feel like that experience lightweight changed me, at least on the inside because I can already get a sense of how I have already become a different Carson than the Carson back in high school. Things are getting better now, especially since I have met and made some good friends along the way since the start of college, but APhiO is definitely helping me more in that aspect because I am meeting a lot of new people and making many new friends that I’m already starting to feel like I can get close with. The crazy thing is that I’ve honestly only started coming out more like beginning of Spring Quarter, which is like 3 weeks ago LOOOL. Sorry that this was long af, but this was something I felt the need to let outta my mental. So here’s hoping for a brighter future filled with friends and love and hopes and dreams! Cheers! *raises glass of water (or orange juice or kool-aid or whatever your heart desires my dude)

6.) Write a letter to your high school self Oh boy here we go LOOOL

Yooooooooo lil bruh, what’s going on man? You probably chillin right now, maybe doing homework...maybe playing Madden or 2K… I don’t know lmao. Lemme just tell ya bout how things gon be for you in the near future. Right now, things are… sort of a rollercoaster in a sense. Right now you’re in a position where you are having the time of your life yo. You wit all yo friends, you got yo girlfriend, you playing football, you graduating soon, all that good ish. Well sorry to take a sudden turn, but things are gonna go downhill af once you start college. It ain’t as easy breezy as you thought it was gon be, ya world is gonna get flipped real quick. Yo football career is over, but that’s fine because I’m pretty sure you’ve accepted that. So here is what’s gonna mess you up for a lil while. All yo friends ain’t gon be near you anymore. Carlos and Megan are going to school in SoCal and that is far af tbh. Kenny, Calvin, Jimmy, and some of the others are still in Oakland at a CC, but you at Davis so you don’t get to see them everyday like you used to. And you gon be shocked and in doubt... but you and ___ are gonna break up. Within the first two weeks of college... It’s honestly gonna traumatize you and leave you in a dark place for the longest because of how it fell out and events that occur after. I really thought I was doing the right thing at the time, but I guess I just ended up overthinking and eventually f***ed myself over. I wish there was something I could do for you, so that you wouldn’t have to go through it like I did, but you’re just gonna have to go through it too. It’s a traumatic experience that’ll eventually shape your maturity and who you will become growing up. But honestly bruh, even though it’s gonna mentally mess you up for a while and hurt like a b****, you gon be alright. Let’s move onto the positives after yo downfall. You’ll slowly (like really slowly) find some friends in Davis, and bruh god bless that you met xxxxxx from the UCD Freshman Facebook page, because she basically becomes one of your closest friends in Davis. There is eventually gonna be a time where you feel hella lonely and miss all ya friends back home, but it’s gonna get better when you’re gonna be at Kenny’s Christmas party and he’s gon tell you: “Don’t worry so much, because no matter what, we’ll always be here. We’ll always be home.” You’ll come to realize that the distance between you and yo real close friends won’t end friendships, and that it’s okay that you don’t see em or talk to em everyday. As long as you know in yo heart that you love em and cherish em no matter where they are, nothing will stop nor end those bonds, because they think the same about you too. They love you unconditionally too man, we’re lucky to have em. And as for ___, maaaan it’s a bit tougher to talk about because well... she sorta finds another guy pretty soon after we broke up bruh :/ That’s gonna be the part that puts you down to, and through, rock bottom man... You thought that she was perfect… that she was The One … that you would marry her someday. That dream is gonna shatter and leave a hole in yo heart. And to be quite honest with you bruh, there are times that I still struggle with the trauma, but it’s all gon be alright!!! Because during yo process of grief, you’ll eventually come to realize that she is not perfect. You’ll come to realize that she is missing out on a real great guy, a guy that anyone would be lucky to have. Feels weird that I’m telling this to you, aka myself lmao, but you know what I mean. And the most important thing you’ll learn from your grief process will be how valuable your close friends and family are gonna be. They are gonna be there during your darkest hours. They are gonna be there whenever you need the support. They are gonna be there to remind you that you are a great person and to reassure your worth. As for your current love life though, it’s still dry af, I’m sorry bruh LOOOOL. It can be a struggle at times to realize how lonely af you’ll be, but I’m tryna be patient and not worry bout it too much, so it’s still a work in progress! Have hope! Honestly, there is a lot of stuff I wanna tell you, but this letter is getting long af and it already contains most of the stuff that I NEED to tell you. So, the point I want you to get outta this letter when you get to the end of this is: Love yo family and love yo homies. They are your backbone… the structure that supports you... and they are your key to happiness. And just as important as well, love ya self. You deserve to be happy.

With love and hope,

Future Carson.

[4stars-uswnt]

A New Beginning [Tobin Heath x Reader]

requested by @lion457457: Hey can you write a second part of this is the end if you have time where Tobin can’t live without the reader and begs for her forgiveness.

requested by anon: the angst was so good!!! can i request a sequel where tobin realizes she made a mistake and wants the reader (can be post man utd) (but don’t make it too angsty and also have a happy ending?)

requested by @arination99​: Is there a part 2 to This is the end?? If not can I request it??

A/N: this is a sequel to This is the End, so you should probs go read that before this if you haven’t yet. also this was a lil difficult for me to write bc i love both tobin and christen, also because i don’t condone cheating at all, but i hope you all enjoy this! 

warnings: mention of cheating

“You ready for camp?” Megan asks you, as the two of you wait for Allie to get her bag.

“Yeah.” You reply.

The past four months had been some of the longest of your life. After catching your girlfriend of one year cheating on you, with one of your teammates at that, you had spiraled into a lonely hole of sadness. Although you were starting to feel like your old self again, with the help of both Megan and Allie, your insecurities and self-doubt, which were only heightened by the breakup, still had a strong presence.

“You sure?”

You nod, slightly smiling. “Tobin made her choice. Will it be hard to see them both? Yes, but I have you guys and the rest of the team.”

There was no question that when the national team found out about the incident, there was a lot of discourse and arguments, your teammates upset with the two forwards. Fortunately for Vlatko, training camp hadn’t been for another four months after, otherwise there would’ve been issues, both on and off the field.

“Damn right you have us.” Allie approaches the two of you, slinging her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah, Chris and Tobin may be my friends and business partners, but I can’t stand by what they did to you.” Megan adds on.

You shake your head and look down at your feet. “I appreciate it, guys, and I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me the past four months, I really do. But I don’t want you to break your friendships with them just because of me, okay?”

“(Y/N), look at me.” The pink haired woman puts her finger under your chin, lifting your head so your eyes meet hers. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about them losing us, or anyone else on the team, as friends, okay? They did this to themselves. You are not to blame for any of this, got it?”

“Yes, okay. Thanks, P.” You give her a slight nod. “But I don’t want anyone bringing it up or any fighting. Can you guys do that for me?”

Megan and Allie look at each other, deciding whether they’re willing to agree to that.

“Of course.” The blonde midfielder affirms, putting your request above their desire to yell at Tobin and Christen.

“Good. Now, let’s go.”

The three of you pile into an Uber and make your way to the hotel.

—————

That evening at dinner, after the majority of the team had arrived, you sat at a table with Ash, Ali, Megan, Allie, and Kelley. Some of the players who had gone on loan to Europe were still yet to arrive, including both Tobin and Christen.

A couple of minutes later, all discussion stops, everyone’s attention turning towards the door. Curious as to what your teammates were looking at, you turn around in your seat, and your stomach twists at the sight of who’d arrived.

Christen Press visibly shrinks under the scrutiny of her teammates, as she makes her way to the buffet. As she heads towards an empty table, Ash call out at her, making you cringe.

“Press! Where’s the girlfriend?”

“Yeah, thought you two would be together.” Kelley sneers, adding a comment under her breath. “It’s the least you could do after what you did to (Y/N).”

A couple of your teammates throw out some comments, causing Christen to wince. You can’t help but sympathize for the older woman.

“Stop!” You yell and slam your hands down on the table, ending their taunts. Everyone turns to look at you in surprise, especially Christen. “This isn’t her fault. She just happened to fall in love, and while yes, the timing sucked, and her actions were questionable, I don’t blame her. I mean I did at first, but I’m over it, okay? So you guys should be too.” You look around at your teammates, giving them warning glares. “So, stop yelling at her, okay? She’s still your teammate and your friend. I don’t want anymore fighting or yelling, okay? It’s over.” You conclude, sitting back down in your seat.

You see out of the corner of your eye Christen mouthing a small ‘thank you,’ to which you just nod in return.

A couple minutes later, everyone once again looks up from their food, as Tobin Heath enters the room, Alex following in pursuit. The two of them stop their hushed conversation, feeling the team’s eyes on them.

You watch as they go to get their food and sit at a completely separate table, leaving Christen to sit by herself.

What happened to her and Tobin? Were they still together? Were they even a thing to begin with?

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The next afternoon, training was not going well, at least not for majority of the team. Kelley kept slide tackling Tobin, a little harder than usual. Megan would purposely not pass to an open Christen, resulting in her losing the ball. You, on the other hand, were trying to be the bigger person, and made exceptional crosses, Christen connecting to them and putting them in the back of the net. However, to say that Vlatko was upset would be an understatement.

“Ladies!” He blows his whistle, waving everyone in for a huddle. “I don’t know what is going on with you all today. I’d like to think it’s because we haven’t played together in almost a year, but I know that’s not the case and there’s something else. So, whatever it is, you all need to sort it out. Am I making myself clear?”

A chorus of ‘yes, coach’ echoes amongst the team.

“Good.” Vlatko claps and then turns to the two captains. “Megan, Alex, I expect the two of you to plan some team bonding tonight. We have little time before the Olympics and even less time before SheBelieves.”

The two women nod, agreeing with your coach. “You got it.” Megan confirms.

“Great. Now, go get changed. Training is done for the day.” He dismisses the team, and you all head back to the locker room.

As you’re taking off your cleats and packing up your bag, Megan slides into the seat next to you.

“Hey, you gonna be okay for team bonding tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You give her a small smile, as you continue to put stuff in your bag.

“I’m sorry that we have to do this, but you heard Vlatko, and honestly I agree with him, we need to bond as a team.” Megan continues to explain.

Standing up and swinging your bag on your shoulder, you let out a small chuckle. “P, I told you, I’m good. I want the team to go back to normal, too.”

“Okay. I’m just worried about you.” The older forward stands up, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks, Megan. I appreciate it.” You soften. “It’s definitely gonna be tough, but I’m also tough.” You give her a smirk over your shoulder, as you head to the bus.

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After dinner, the entire team piled into Megan and Lindsey’s room for the mandatory team bonding. No one knew what to do or say, a thick tension in the air. A few moments passed before Megan speaks up, clearing her throat.

“Obviously, everyone knows why we’re here. We need to work on our team chemistry, so tonight’s team bonding is gonna look a little different than usual.”

“So, we’re gonna all go around and say something that no one here knows about us.” Alex adds, nodding along.

You try your best not to your roll your eyes at the corniness of this activity. You want to speak up to protest, but you don’t need to, as Emily does it for you.

“What? This is dumb. There’s nothing about me that at least one person in this room doesn’t know about me.”

“Yeah! Ali’s my wife for goodness sake.” Ash exclaims, as many of the other women voice their disagreement.

Megan rubs her forehead, sighing. “You guys! I know this isn’t ideal, but we clearly have something to work out off the field in order for us to perform well on the field.”

The entire team turns, splitting their glares between you, Tobin, and Christen.

“We all know the issue here, so we should just leave them to solve it.” Kelley mutters under her breath, not going unnoticed by the rest of the room.

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Tobin finally speaks up.

“Kelley’s right. It’s clear that what I did has impacted the entire team, so I take complete responsibility for that, and I’m sorry.” The forward then turns her attention to you. “And (Y/N), I’m so so sorry for what I did to you. I can’t apologize enough. What I did to you was so wrong on so many levels, and it was honestly the biggest mistake of my life.”

You nod, not really knowing how to respond.

But Tobin isn’t finished yet, turning to look down at Christen. “And Chris, I’m sorry that we didn’t work out and that we had to end the way we did. It just want’t meant to be.” She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, as she reveals the last part.

The entire team is shocked by the woman’s confession that her and Christen have split.

“(Y/N), do you think we could talk out in the hallway?” Tobin addresses you, a pleading look in her eyes.

You feel your mouth dry and your insides twist at the thought of being alone with your ex-girlfriend. “Um, sure, I guess.”

As you make your way out of the room, Megan glances at you worriedly. You nod back at her, reassuring you that you’ll be fine. You subtly give her a stern glance, slightly nodding your head back towards Christen as a warning, ‘don’t you or anyone else on the team dare interrogate her.’

Exiting the room, you hear Megan clap her hands. “So, who wants to watch a movie?”

You and Tobin now stand alone in the empty hallway, an unfamiliar awkward space between the two of you.

“Do I really need to start this conversation?” You sigh.

“Sorry.” Tobin mumbles out, playing with the hem of her shirt. “I miss you, (Y/N). I know what I did was awful and absolutely unforgivable, but I want you to know that that was the biggest mistake of my life. You’re it for me.” She confesses.

Your eyes widen, not expecting her to say that at all. You can’t help yourself, blurting out the first thing that comes to your mind. “What about Christen?”

Tobin scratches the back of her neck, as she responds. “Uhh, we tried to make it work in Manchester, but I just couldn’t get my mind off you, and I guess she could tell. So we called it off. Chris deserves better than half of a relationship.”

“Hm, yes she does.” You hum. “And so do I, Tobin.”

“I know, (Y/N). You deserve the world, and I’m sorry that I didn’t give you that.” Tears pooling in her eyes, the guilt consuming her. “But I want to. I want to be with you again and show you that I can love you the way you deserve to be loved. I still love you, (Y/N), and I’d like a second chance, if you’ll give me one.”

You feel your heart rip into two. As much as you still loved Tobin and wanted to be with her, you were unsure if you could trust her with your heart after what she did to you.

“Tobin…” You trail off, the words lost in your mouth.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I realized that you mean everything to me.” She rasps, practically begging at this point.

“Tobin, I’m not going to be your second choice just because it didn’t work out with Christen.” You firmly state, holding your ground.

“It’s not like that at all, (Y/N/N).” Tobin insists and shakes her head. “I love you, and somehow I got caught up in a relationship that somehow blended from a friendship to a romantic one. But I realized that you are the only one I want to be with, (Y/N), only you.”

Your eyes start filling with tears, your emotions from the past four months bubbling over, all of the anger, frustration, sadness, and devastation.

“Please, (Y/N), I beg you, please forgive me.” Tobin sobs.

“Tobin, you have to understand that you broke me!” You cry. “I loved you, hell, I still love you. But I trusted you, and you broke that trust. I want to be with you because I love you, but how can I after what you did?”

Tobin’s heart breaks at your revelation. “I know, (Y/N). And I know that I’m going have to work to gain your trust back, whether or not we get back together, as we still play on the same team. But I want to work and prove to you that you can trust me, no matter how long it takes. I’d wait forever for you.”

You see the desperation and sincerity written in her eyes. “I don’t know, Tobin.”

“Just give me one more chance.” She pleads. “One dinner. That’s all I ask.”

After fighting an internal battle, you finally concede, unable to say no to the woman you love. “Okay.” You agree. “One dinner. You have one dinner to give me a sign that you’re in this for the long haul.”

A giant grin breaks out across Tobin’s face. “Thank you, (Y/N/N). I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I better not.”

“Can I give you a hug?” She shyly asks, and you give her a small nod.

Tobin wraps her arms around you, as she pulls you into a hug. You bury your face in the crook her neck, breathing in her comforting scent that you’d missed so much.

“I missed you, Tobin.” You mumble

“I missed you so much, (Y/N). Thank you, again. I love you.” Tobin whispers, running her hand through your hair.

“I love you too.”

You hoped you were doing the right thing by trusting Tobin with your heart again, because you didn’t know if you could survive another heartbreak.

Although you couldn’t know what the future had in store for you, this was the a new start for the two of you.

This was a new beginning.