#only when it comes to the dumbest shit imaginable

[minetteskvareninova]

I actually thought about this myself!

So, first off, Osman is almost a no-brainer for me: Batuhan Karacaya. A bit too hot to be Ibrahim's son, admittedly, but we do need to keep in mind Hatice is his mom. Also if he was in Magnificent Century, you KNOW they would cast someone hot anyway for the eye candy, just like they did with literally every single prince (even if very few were this aggressively chadly).

(Also - why yes this pic is from Diriliş Ertugrul, whyever would you ask?)

Esmanur is a bit more difficult. Basically, we know she didn't inherit her mother's "miniature" eyes, that her complexion is somewhat dark (which doesn't make sense, because both of her parents are relatively pale), and dark eyes like her father. So basically, like half of the Turkish actresses under 40 qualify here, but I've always been partial to Hazal Filiz Küçükköse, just because she has a lot of good pics in Magnificent Century-style clothing from Mehmet Bir Cihan Fatihi

If she's a bit too hot and we really want to pick someone closer in appearance to her show parents, I'd suggest Büşra Develi (who was in the same show, so also has a lot of good pics for this purpose)

Have a current AU of sorts that's infected my brain, which means I now need to poll those wiser than myself to see who folks think could play older versions of Ibrahim's other two children, Osman and Esmanur.

[tojisteddy]

Just thought about Inmate!Suguru and jeeez | cw: 18+ mdni, some fluff, phone sex, masturbation.

Inmate!Suguru who has everyone in the prison on a tight rule despite being locked up himself. Inmates, officers, the god damn warden— everyone moves and does as he says.

If you think some people saw him like a God in there— you’d be right.

Strict on routine, Inmate!Suguru is up by five, morning tea with his cell mate, breakfast by six, headcount at 7, a college course or two in the morning, ‘straightening shit out’ he likes to call it right after lunch at 11:50, meeting his cell mate and a few of his older buddies for mahjong on the coast yard by 1pm. Work out at three pm while listening to Britney Spears and Aaliyah (yes, he’s a big fan). He’s either on weights, or playing basketball. Long hair slipping out of his ponytail, Orange jumpsuit tied at his waist, sweat dripping through his wife beater— God would you pray to see him like that right then and there. Suguru showers after that, dinner at 5, another headcount, he spends the rest of the time in his cell. Thinking, drawing (he’s got a knack for it), another tea, listening to the mixtape you sent him of songs you’d been listening to, writing a reply to one of your letters.

But when Inmate!Suguru does miss you, and I mean really misses you, gets out a little track phone hidden in his mattress and calls you. It could be the dead of night when he does it, lights out in the prison of course, he knows you’re deep in sleep but he calls anyway. You pick up on the forth ring, he sighs, “Baby.” Soft because he doesn’t he doesn’t want to disturb his cell mate, an old man who’d been in for too long on a sentence he didn’t deserve. You don’t even open your eyes, you’d just go on yapping about anything that pops up in your head because that’s what he wants to hear. Your sweet voice that takes him away from this dirty cell, this prison and home to you, where he’ll be in ten more months. even if it’s just for ten minutes.

That’s what he misses at times like this. Your voice, your smile, your soft body pressed against his— the way you’d laugh at the dumbest jokes, your curls getting in the way of your gorgeous face or when your brown black hair is overlapping with his jet black strands— he missed it all.

Inmate!Suguru who has Saturo look out for you while he’s in jail. He’s a good friend to him and to you and trusts him to take care of what you won’t tell Suguru because you don’t want to worry him. You car in the inbound lot? Suguru’s got Gojo to get it out for you. Sink making that weird noise again? Suguru’s Gojo’s calling a plumber to come fix it. Want to hang because you’re feeling lonely? Don’t worry, Gojo’s bringing your favorite snacks over and hogging the couch.

Inmate!Suguru who only calls you from the pay phone once a month. Just before dinner on the third Friday, 4:30 pm sharp every time. “You are now receiving a collect call from—“ and there’s a break in the automated message so he can speak, “missed you soooo much doll.” “Inmate number—“

Suguru can hear you moaning on the other line, squirming and rubbing at your bundle of nerves. “Miss you baby, shit!” You gasp, turning your head into your pillow. Suguru’s already imagining it, your mouth open, cursing up a storm, running away from your own pleasure.

Yup, phone sex. The freak had to hear you get off for him, help him envision exactly what he’d do to you when he got out of that place. He’d fuck you till you didn’t have words to speak, give you everything you needed.

“Come on baby, put your phone to your pussy, gotta hear her.” You follow, bringing the phone down and opening your legs further. You’re completely soaked, running your fingers through your folds that squelched with every movement. You were making a mess that’s dripping down to your little asshole. You’d been edging yourself for the last 40 minutes, waiting for Suguru to give you the demand to let it go. It always feels better this way.

“Good girl, sound so perfect. Stick those fingers in your pretty cunt for me, yeah? Just like I always do.” He grunts, shifting to give his growing chub some breathing room.

You slip one finger in thrusting it a little then another finger.

“Not- ughh- it’s not as big enough!” you whine thrusting your fingers inside your hole as best as you can but they could never do what his big tattooed hands could do. Get you cumming in two minutes. Suguru snickers, god you sounds you were making were music to his ears. “I knooow,” he fake pouts, his poor baby :(, “Just imagine it, you can do it. Try to find that spot for me, just like I would do. Rub on your fat clit, and think about me teasing your nipples. Licking all over ‘em just how you like. You can do it, you’re a good girl.”

You shake groaning at his words and working your fingers into your gushing entrance. Mumbling his name while your thumb found your clit.

Your back arches off the bed, “Gonna- hnnngh- cum! Sugu Lemme cum!”

Suguru smirks, the bastard, “Not so sure.”

“—B-but”

“—B-b-but,” he mocks, “come on, you can hold it for another second, can’t you?”

You huff, squeezing your eyes shut, “I-I’m a good girl.”

“Yes you are, my gorgeous girl. Bet you’re gushing right now, imagining how I take care of you, holding you and touching you all over, hm?”

And there’s yelling, too fucking loud, three phones down. A guard telling them to calm down or shut up. Suguru tried to ignore it. Focus on you, your moans speaking right to his aching dick. Just before he can get out the words to let you release, some prick comes yelling at him.

“—Damn it Geto! You’re hogging the fuckin phone!” Someone yells behind him. He takes a breath through his nose, closing his eyes and not giving the idiot the slightest attention. He runs his fingers through his hair, “I’m sorry, sweet girl, gonna have to finish yourself off without me, okay?”

“O-okay.” You hiccuped, clarity finally getting to you. “I was holding you up.”

“No, never. I love our calls baby- just- fuck— these damn monkeys don’t know when to keep their fucking heads down and mouths shut. Do they?” Your boyfriend sneers, he’s half talking to you, half talking to himself because how dare an imbecile below him interrupt his precious time with you?

Suguru knows the monkey doesn’t even understand the gravity of the situation, how incredible you were, his princess. How every second of his 20 minute call, hearing you moan and cry his name, was thee most important thing every fucking month he was in here.

He’d skin him.

“You write me a letter like you always do sweetheart. I miss you, love you.”

“Take care of yourself. I love you Sugu.” Fuck, the man’s heart gushed. He hears your sweet lips pucker, sending him a kiss and then the dial tone. Suguru puts the phone back, straightening his poster and turning towards the man who yelled at him and tying his hair up.

“Pray you don’t die today.”

Inmate!Suguru, who surprisingly became close with a man with pink hair named Sukana. And it’s fucking off that the two would get along, both men like control and to be able to control whatever setting they’re in. Any setting besides the little book club created by the sweet elderly woman, Ms. Joanne, who used to be in jail herself and decided to help those who were just like her when she got out. She new exactly how to control the big and tall men around her— by informing them she’d take away the books if they didn’t get their act together. That changed everything.

Inmate!Suguru who would rather you send him a letter than call often. Who knows you cried your eyes out those first couple months right after your calls and hates that he’s the cause of your pain. So he writes and writes all the feelings and words left unsaid down on paper so you can remind yourself of all his love whenever you want. And you do the same writing and writing till your heart is at ease, full, waiting for the day Suguru makes it back home to you.

a/n: finally writing by manga/anime boys, I live.

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[bbrissonn]

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 - 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ in which your agent forces you into a relationship for PR, but when you find yourself developping feelings for the boy, everything goes to shit

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ disclaimer: english is not my first language and this is not proofread so please excuse any errors and if any words are missing add them in your head :) also this is a work of fiction, this doesn’t reflect how these boys act in real life, and it isn’t how i imagine them acting 

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ warnings: angst angst angst, no happy ending cause bitch does the song sound like a happy ending 😭, mention of sex but no nsfw content, swearing

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing: luke hughes x reader

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: 8.7k (including lyrics)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ guts masterlist

Want it, so i got it, did it, so it’s done Another thing i ruined i used to do for fun Another piece of plastic i could just throw away Another conversation with nothing good to say

You were currently sitting in your manager’s, Chris, office alone, two other chairs next to you as you waited for him to return with his “special guests”. You truly had no idea what this was about, you never had meeting with guests, or whatever he meant. Your confusion only grew as you heard your manager’s laugh as he walked back into his office, another man in a suit next to him as he too laughed out loud, and a boy who looked about your age walking in behind them. 

“Y/N, this is my friend, Mike, and his client, Luke, he plays for the New Jersey Devils.” 

“Hi.” You answer looking briefly at the two before looking back in front of you. The last thing you wanted to do at the moment was have a social party with two strangers. 

“Excuse her behaviour, she’s been a little one edge lately. You two make yourselves comfortable.” Chris said as he walked to his desk chair, pulling out some papers from one of his drawers. Meanwhile, Luke took a seat next to you, sending you a small smile, which you didn’t bother to return, and Mike sat on the last chair. “Ah, don’t you just love a freshly printed contract!” Chris added, looking at his friend before the two shared a small laugh. 

“Contract?” You and Luke both ask at the same, looking at your respective managers. The two stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before Chris cleared his throat. 

“Mike and I have been talking for a bit, and we’ve both come to the conclusion that this is an excellent step for to the two of you to take to help your careers.”

“Career? I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.” You sassed as Luke shifted awkwardly in his seat. He knew who you are, how could he not. Your first big time movie had released only a couple of weeks ago, it was all he would see whenever he watched TV. But the movie had not been doing has good has your manager had hoped, no brands or magazine really reaching out to work with you. 

“Luke’s an uprising star in the NHL, Y/N, big prospect here, lots of attention on him. It wouldn’t hurt for you to get some of it.” 

“Well if he’s so beloved, what’s he need me for?” You asked, pretty much ignoring the two other men present in the room. At that, Mike stepped him, coughing slightly to bring the attention to him. 

“Luke’s been involved in some… worrying headlines lately. Being seen with you, seemingly in a committed relationship would do him some good.”

“Relationship?”

“Commited?” The two of you exclaimed once again. The last thing on your mind at the moment was being in a relationship, you had to focus on your career. 

“I’m not dating a stranger!” You said, drifting your gaze from Mike over to Chris, who was already looking at you with a pleading smile. 

“You two don’t need to actually date, as long as the media believes you do, what you do in your private time is none of our business.” He explained, his words almost sending you off of yout chair. 

“This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever head!” 

It took almost an hour for Chris to convince you to sign the contract, which somehow had crazier terms than the idea itself. Your “relationship” would last for 8 months, meaning during the length of Luke’s season. To make it even worse, no one outside of this room could know about the contract, meaning you would have to pretend to both your families and friends. Thankfully, the boy who would be your fake boyfriend was not as ugly as other men you’ve seen, sure he was far from your usual type, but he had some positive traits as well. His height being the first thing to catch your eye when he first walked in. Plus, he was an athlete, and it was hard to ignore his muscles showing throught his thigh polo shirt. He didn’t seem like an asshole either, so maybe there was a chance the two of you could somewhat get along. 

“So, what’s your favourite colour?” Luke asked as both of your managers left the small room for a couple of minutes, insisting the two of you got to know each other a bit. You looked over at him as his words hit, was this really the first thing he was going to ask you? You just rolled your eyes as you looked down at your lap. “Look, I’m just as happy as you are about this. And if I’m being honest, I’m not really interested in knowing more than needed about you.” He added, shifting slightly in his seat to have a better look at you. 

“Green.”

“Green?” He scoffed, making you send him a look, almost challenging him. 

“Yeah, green.” You sassed, making the boy smirk slightly.

“Like a- like a bright green or-”

“Are you mocking me right now?” You questioned, not finding the smile on his face amusing.

“No, no, just… interested, you know. There’s lots of greens out there.”

“Forest green.” You answered, keeping it short in simple before looking away and back down at your lap. 

“Not gonna ask mine?”

“Not interested.”

“Dark red, for sure. Although, you can never go wrong with maize and blue.” 

“Maize and blue?” You quipped. It was now Luke’s turn to give you a look. 

“Maize and blue. Michigan, baby!” He said with enthusiasm, earning himself a look once again. You took a second to look at him, really look at him. He  looked like a baby. 

“Michigan?”

“Michigan.” He repeated with a grin. 

“You from there?”

“Sorta.” He responded. You raised your brows at him, clearly indicated for him to expanded his answer. “Born in New Hampshire, moved to Toronto for like 10 years, then we moved to Detroit, been living there ever since.”

“And maize and blue, that’s…?” You trailed off.

“University of Michigan! Maize and blue, wolverines.”

“And I’m guess you went there.”

“Sure, did. My eldest brother too.”

“Cute.” You said, your voice filled with sarcasm. “When you’d graduate?” This was your way of finding out how old he was, without directly asking. 

“Didn’t.” Great, a college dropout. 

“You dropped out?”

“Yeah, to come here. If it makes you feel any better, I did attend all my classes, got good grades. I’m not some idiot.” He explained, you could tell he was feeling a little annoyed by your question. 

“Okay, well when would you of had graduated?”

“2025.” If you had a drink in your mouth, you would’ve spat it right out. This guy, this college dropout guy, was 2 years away from his graduation. You were right, he looked like a kid because he is one. 

“Gosh, how old are you?”

“Turned 20 last month. Why?” His words made you stand up, ready to storm out of the room and hunt down Chris. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not doing this. Gosh, you’re a kid. I can’t pretend to be in a relationship with a kid!” You exclaimed as you went to push the door open, only to realize it was locked. Great. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Well, how old are you?”

“Don’t asked a women her age!” You snapped as you still tried to push the door open. “24.” You whispered as you realized there was no way this door was going to open, at least not thanks to you. “25 in January.” 

“You’re like… the same age as my brother.” Luke whispered to himself, his face turning into a grimace at the thought. 

“See, even you find it weird! Let’s just tell them it makes us uncomfortable. You’re too young for me, and I’m too old for you.”

“Never said you were too old for me. What if I like older?” He smirked as he made himself more comfortable in his chair. There was no denying his attraction towards you. Your instagram had popped up tons of times on his explorer page, and he never shied away from liking your posts. 

“You just said I am your brother’s age. Do you not find that weird?”

“Well, if we’re getting technical, he’s born in 1999, and from what I understand, you’re born in 2000. So you’re not his age, you’re just like 3 months younger than him.” He explained, his smirk still plastered on his face as you dropped down on your chair with a sigh. This was going to be the longest 8 months of your life.

I thought it, so i said it, took it ‘cause i can Another day pretending im older than i am Another perfect moment that doesn’t feel like mine Another thing i forced to be a sign

“So, what do I do exactly?” Luke asked from besides you. The two of you were currently on your way to some award show, meaning you would have to walk a red carpet. A red carpet with Luke. 

It had been about three weeks since you had sign the contracts, you and Luke had spent some time trying to get to know each other. He tried to put in some effort, ask you question as simple as your favourite food, and some more complexe, like what made you move from North Carolina to New York. You barely put in any efforts to answer his questions, simply because you weren’t interested in him getting to know you, and vice-versa. The two of you had been spotted a couple of times by fans, but you never held hands, or displayed affection towards each other in public, not like you did in private, but no one really knew what to take away from the pictures. 

“Just, stand there and smile. There’s gonna be like a thousand cameras, so just keep your eyes moving, ignore their questions and yells. When the workers tell you to move, you move.” You explained, your eyes looking outside the window. The red thigh dress hugging your skin perfectly, your heels the same colour, you looked gorgeous. Luke was wearing a black suit with a red tie matching your dress. 

“You gonna pretend like you at least enjoy being within 5 feets of me.”

“Aha. You’re so funny, I’m dying of laughter.” You responded, you voice in the same monotone voice you always used with him. “You make a fool of yourself, or me, and I will rip your eyes out with my own hands.” 

“Kinky.” Luke smirked as the car came a stop. The boy looked over at you, your eyes were closed as you took a deep breath. You hated this things, you hated walking down that carpet, papparazies with cameras in your face like wild animals. You hated it. Your eyes snapped open, and a giant smile appeared on your face.

“Let’s go.” 

Luke stepped out of the car first, everyone around holding their breathes as they waited to see who else was going to come out of the car. The boy stretched his hand towards you, a small nod of his head as you slowly made your way out of the car. The cameras were flashing around you everywhere, and you could tell Luke was getting a little overwhelmed. 

“Ignore them, just walk with a smile on your face, nod a bit.” You whispered to him as you leaned in close. Then, the two of you made your way to the door, you fingers intertwining with Luke’s without you even noticing. As you crossed the door, Luke let out a small “woah”, his eyes rooming around the entrance. He had been to his fair share of events for the NHL, but none of them were like this. Everything look expensive, everyone looked expensive. He was completely starstruck. So much he didn’t even noticed a worker coming over to the two of you and giving you instructions. 

“Luke?” You asked, making the boy snap out of hi trance. “We gotta go, come on.” You whispered before guiding the boy to where the worker had gone. “You okay?” Your voice was so low the boy wasn’t even sure if it was real of his imagination playing a trick on him. 

“Yeah, it’s just…”

“A lot.” 

“Yeah.” He answered as you looked over at him. The boy could’ve sworn he had seen the corner of your mouth lifts slightly, before your head snapped back to the worker. 

“Alright, you too, once she’s done, you two can go. Remember to smile, you both look perfect, enjoy the night!” She said with excitement as the girl in front of you moved to the next area of photographers. Luke heard you take another deep breath before slowly making your way onto the carpet. 

“Put your hand on my waist.” You whispered, a smile on your face, as you let go of his hands, that you hadn’t even realized you were still holding. Your hand landed near the top of his shoulder as you put one of your foot out and bent your leg. The slit of your dress riding up you thigh as flashed surrounded you. You felt Luke’s hand glide across your lower back before settling on your waist and pulling you a little closer to him. You instinctively leaned your head on his shoulder as you plastered your best smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

“This is exhausting.” The boy sighed as the two of you finally sat down at your table. 

“Welcome to my world.” Thankfully, the two of you were able to avoid any interviews, and once you were done with the carpet, you were free for the rest of the night. 

“You nominated for anything?” Luke asked as he reached down to the menu on the table. You had warned him that he wouldn’t be able to pick was he ate, everyone was getting the same thing, besides of course people with allergies and such. Chicken. Not his favourite, but not the worse. 

���Me, no. The movie is, but I doubt we’re gonna win.” You answered, only two of your co-stars could attend, the other one being busy with a new project. Sadly, you were seated a couple of tables away from them. 

“Why not?”

“Because when you go up against movies like Avatar, it’s hard to win.” Luke didn’t asked any other question about the awards after that. 

“For what it’s worth, I think you should’ve won.” Luke whispered to you as the cast of Avatar made their way onto the stage. You looked over at him, the two of you hadn’t spoken since before the show started. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean Avatar’s good you know, classic. You’re movie was great.” 

“You watched it?”

“Before the whole… you know. My brother, Jack, we were looking for something to do and he made us go. You look hot in black.” He mentioned, clearly referreing to the long black silky dress you had worn in the movie. 

“Are you flirting with me?” 

“Is it working?” He asked with a smirk, only making you roll your eyes. 

“No.” Silence. One minute, two minutes. “You didn’t mention you knew who I was.” This was probably the first time you had been the one who made the effort to keep a conversation going. Luke smiled as he shifted in his seat slightly. 

“To be fair, you don’t really like when I talk, and when I do, I doubt you listen.” He answered. You couldn’t tell if he was taking a jab at you or not. He probably was. 

“Just because I am not interested in what you have to say, doesn’t mean I don’t listen.” You said, almost like you were defending yourself. 

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sassed. “We’re at every different points in our lives, we have different interest, our brains don’t think the same way. I mean you’re pretty much a college frat boy, and I am about to be 25. You play hockey, which I know nothing about, and I act and model. Totally different.”

“I modeled for American Eagle once.” He stated, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. But as you looked over at him, the deep shade of red on his cheek answered your question. 

“You modeled for American Eagle.” You repeated softly, trying your best to hold in a laugh. 

“Just… laugh. You wouldn’t be the first one.” He mumbled with a small smile on his face. You let out a small giggle.

“That’s interesting. See, we could talk about that.” 

“It was… like two years ago. It was like with the school or whatever. My buddies were, like ruthless. It was horrible.” He explained, making you giggle even more. 

“They at least pay you well?”

“Yeah, yeah, it was good.” 

“Good on you.” The rest of the night, you and Luke surprisingly talked a lot. You hated to admit it, but you were warming up to him. He was sweet, there was no denying that, and you did feel bad for how you had acted before. 

“Y/N!” Chris exclaimed as you answered his phone call. You and Luke were now back in the car, on your way to your apartment. 

“Hi.” 

“How was your night?” You looked over at Luke, his eyes focused on his phone as he texted his brothers, who were apparently freaking out about his outing with you.

“Better than I expected.” You answered honestly. 

“Good, good. Have you been looking online? They love the two of you together, you’re all the media is talking about right now…” The man kept going but you paid no attention to his words. You eyes fixated on Luke. He had a soft smile on his face as he typed away on his phone, chuckling every now and then. You hated to admit it, but this night had gone far better than you had imagined. Luke was… well he was something. Maybe these next couple of months wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

Well, sometimes i feel like i don’t wanna be where i am Gettin’ drunk at a club wuth fair-weather friends Push away all the people who know me the best But it’s me who’s been making the bed

“I mean, it’s been great! Just, so proud of her, and excited for her. She’s been working really hard for years, and I mean, yeah, just, she deserves this.” Luke answered the reporter, the lie slipping so easily from his mouth. You were now two months into this fake relationship, and your friendship with Luke had grown. You two actually spent time together now, enjoying the other’s company. You had been quite present in public with him, and fans were quickly growing for your relationship. 

The lies came out so easily about your relationship. How you had met, how long the two of you had been together, all of it. It almost worried you how good he was at it, of course for you, it was just acting, but this was totally new to him. Gosh, he was so good at it that sometimes it almost felt real. Like right now, his hand on your waist, holding you close to his side as he spoke with a large grin. 

“Think they like me more than you, now.” The boy joked as the two of you sat down. You were now at a movie premiere, your movie premiere. This project had been completed long before you ever met Luke, yet it was still so easy for him to lie about how proud he was, and how hard you worked. He didn’t know. He didn’t know how much effort and passion you put into this job because he wasn’t there, yet the lie sounded so natural. 

“Yeah might have to let you come alone next time.” You joked with a fake smile on your face, one that Luke knew too well by now. 

“What’s wrong?”

“You do it so easily.”

“What?”

“The lying. Just, I don’t kno- nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“No, no, hey, talk to me.” Luke whispered, his hand reaching for yours. His touch felt so natural, so right, that you had to remind yourself why he was doing it in the first place. You were surrounded by people. 

“I just, you’re a really nice guy, Luke, and this industry it can… can do stuff do stuff to you, bad stuff. Stuff that changes a person, and I’d hate for that to happen to you, and for me to be the reason.” You admitted, looking down at your lap. You almost felt pathetic. 

“I am not gonna lose myself. Trust me, I’ve got 2 older brothers and a bunch of guys that keep me very humble on a daily bases. They keep my grounded, my whole family does. Even with hockey. And I am tougher than I look, you know.” He joked at the end, elbowing you slightly. You smiled softly at him, nodding your head slightly. 

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He whispered back, his pinky connecting with yours. “My parents are always asking about you, you know. Jack and Quinn, too. Well, pretty much everyone in my life.” The boy added after a couple of seconds of silence. His words made your body stiffen. 

“Oh.”

“Do you, uhm, wanna meet them? That way you can see for yourself how humble I’m being kept.” The boy added. 

“Sure, yeah.” You answered, your voice shaky as you looked around the room. 

“We can just start with Jack, he’s the worse one though, but he’s the only on that lives here, so. But we do play Quinn in like 3 weeks, so my parents are gonna be in town…” 

“Jack first works.” 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 

“Can’t believe my brother actually convinced you to date him. I mean little Lukey, with you.” Jack said with a teasing smile on his face. By the ton in his voice, you understand he meant the “with you” part as a compliment, almost saying you were too good to be with his brother. 

“Jack-”

“I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. I taught you well, Lukey.” The older boy added with a proud smile. You looked over at Luke, who smile at you apologically. You had spent your evening at the brother’s apartment, Jack had tried his best to cook a meal for the two of you, but you ended ordering instead. 

“It’s getting late, I should get going.” You stated, peaking quickly at the time at your phone. 

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Luke said, standing up quickly from the couch and you were fast to follow his move.

“You can stay over if you want. Its getting pretty late.” Jack said nonchalantly, making you look over at Luke. The two of you had never spent the night over at the other’s place. Well, actually, Luke did sleep over most of the times after events, but he always slept in your spare room. You knew they didn’t have a spare room, and sleeping on the couch was too risky as it could be seen form the kitchen. 

You and Luke shared a quick conversation with your eyes, refusing to stay over would probably wave form red flag. 

“I’ll leave the two of you alone, don’t worry. Just, please remember that I do sleep in the room next to yours, Luke.” Jack said with a smirked as he stood up from the couch, joining the two of you. He ruffled Luke’s hair slightly, before giving you a smile. 

“Good night.” He said before turning around and making his way to his room. After his doors closed, silence took over the whole apartment with you and Luke standing in the middle of the living room. 

“So…” 

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want.”

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll stay. He seems really happy about it, so.”

“Right, yeah. Uhm, I’ll get you some clothes.” Luke said before guiding the two of you over to his room. Ten minutes later, you were laying next to him on his bed, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie of his. 

“He’s not as bad as you said, you know.” 

“That’s ‘cause he just met you. He’s an ass, really. Once you get to know, like really know him, he’s gonna be the most annoying person you’ve ever met.” Luke said with a scoff, making you smile slightly. Luke’s bed wasn’t exactly the biggest, meaning the two of you were laying shoulder to shoulder. 

You looked over at him, only to find him already looking at you. And then before you knew it, he was pulling you on top of him, your lips connected as his hands roamed your body. 

There was no denying the the two of you felt quite attracted to the other, and as you got to know him more and more, you attraction only grew and grew until you felt like you didn’t even have to pretend anymore. This was turning into something real for you, and you could only hope that the boy felt the same. 

The next morning, you woke up alone in the bed, wearing nothing but Luke’s hoodie. The first notification on your phone being from him. Hey, had to leave for practice, didn’t wanna wake you. Left a key on the counter, i’ll call you tn :).

Only he didn’t call, didn’t text either. And when he showed up at your place the day after, it was like nothing had happened. You wanted to talk about it, you needed to talk about it, but he had quickly made it very clear that he had no interest in that conversation. So, you stayed quiet and pretended it didn’t happen, that nothing happened. 

I’m so tired of bein’ the girl that i am Every good thing had turned into something i dread And i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head But it’s me who’s been making the bed

“It was so nice to meet you, sweetheart. You should come visit this summer.” Ellen gushed as she hugged you tightly. 

“I will.” You lied with a smile. Your 8 months would end right when summer would start, and you honestly had no clue what would happen after that. 

“Maybe we’ll see Luke a little more if you do.” Jim joked as he and Ellen waved at you as they left the apartment. Jack had offered to drive them to the airport, meaning it was only you and Luke in the apartment. His apartment. You hadn’t been over since that night, a night that almost felt like a secret. Like if you were to talk about it, or mention it, the world would explose. Like you were walking on breaking glass, and bringing it up would be that extra pressure that would make it snap for good. 

“You stayin’?” Luke asked as the two of you stood by door. 

“I don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“You won’t.” Luke said softly, his hand reaching for yours. “I want you to stay.” 

Those words, those 5 small innocent words, somehow lead to you once again waking up in nothing but his hoodie. You were alone once again, but you could head the two brothers arguing about something stupid in the living room. You quickly found your underwear and a pair of sweatpants before making you’re way to the two boys. 

“Y/N!” Jack exclaimed as he saw you slowly walking down the hallway. The older boy was sitting on the couch, while Luke stood behind him. But the younger boy quickly made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around. 

“Morning, baby.” The boy said softly, making your eyes grow wide. Baby. Luke had just called you baby. You never used nickname, never had and never even talked about it. 

“Hi.” You mumbled against his chest. 

“Y/N, tell your boyfriend that you always brush your teeth before you eat, not after!”

“Gosh, Jack, leave her alone.”

“Why would you brush your teeth before you eat? You’re just making them dirty again.” You answered Jack, making the boy’s smile drop, while Luke just let out a chuckle. 

“I made pancakes.” The boy mumbled, guiding towards the kitchen and away from Jack. 

“You trying to poisson me?”

“Not yet.” Luke chuckled as he placed a cup of coffee in front of you. The boy leaned against the counter as he watched you slowly started eating the pancakes in front of you. 

“Are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” The boy mumbled as he walked past you, pressing a small kiss to your head before heading towards the bathroom. His reaction and action to your questions made his answer quite clear. 

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“What’s up with you?” 

“Mm?”

“What’s up with you?” Luke repeated, making you look up from your phone. The two of you were currently sitting on your couch, a hockey game playing on your tv. 

“Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“That’s bullshit. You’ve been on your phone the whole night.”

“I’m busy, Luke.” You mumbled. It was a lie, you weren’t busy, you were just not interested in having a conversation with him after what had happened last week. Thankfully, he had left for a roadtrip with the team that same night, meaning you had one full week where you could just not think about him. The two of you texted a bit, but nothing more than seeing how the other was doing. The second the team’s plane had landed, the boy was quick to make his way over to your apartment, catching you completely off guard. 

“Yeah? Busy doing what? Scrolling on Tiktok?” The boy mumbled as he stood up from the couch. His action made you look up at him. “If you didn’t want me here, you should’ve just said so.” He added before walking away towards the front door. 

“You could’ve just texted, ask if you could come, not just show up at my door with no warnings!” You said as you followed him, making him scoff as he finished putting his two shoes on.

“That’s what this is about? I didn’t ask if I could come see you? We haven’t seen each other in a week, Y/N, sue me for thinking you’d want to hangout. For thinking you’d want to talk, catch up, see how I am doing-”

“Talk? You want to talk? Where was that attitude last week Luke?”

“What are you talking about?” The boy asked, making you scoff at him. He couldn’t be serious right now. 

“Why do you refuse to acknowledge the fact that we’ve had sex, twice now. Every time I even try to bring it up, you shut me out. So, I am sorry if I am not in the mood to talk to you when you please, Luke.” You snapped back, your voice filled with annoyance. Luke rolled his eyes at your words, making you bit your lip out of anger. 

“I can’t deal with this right now.” He said as he threw on his jacket. 

“See, you’re doing it again!”

“What is there to talk about, Y/N? We had sex, so what? Don’t be making a big deal out of this. Don’t act like this is something real, okay? We’re friends.” Luke said harshly, making your body freeze. The boy was gone before you even realized he was moving. Was this not real? Was all those nights spent doing nothing but talking about life nothing? Or how easily his lies would slip out of his mouth, were they really lies? 

Gosh, you felt like an idiot. Luke’s sole problem with this whole fake relationship thing was the commitment, he didn’t want that. He was a 20 year old just starting off his life, he didn’t want to be tied down right now. He didn’t have the time to be truly committed to someone right now, and you felt stupid for thinking he did. Stupid for thinking that those sweet comments he would make in front of camera were anything but sweet comment for the camera. Stupid for thinking some stupid contract would actually change Luke’s playboy attitude. I mean, that was the reason his manager wanted this relationship; clean up his image. That’s all you were, someone to clean up his image, to let other people know that Luke Hughes wasn’t just some guy going around fucking every girl he met. That’s all you were. 

You stood in front of you door for what felt like hour, praying and hoping that the boy would walk back in and tell you it was just a joke. That he didn’t mean those things and you meant more to him than he let on. That you weren’t just his friend, or his fake girlfriend. But he never came back. Never said the words you wanted to hear the most. Never. 

The next morning, you texted him asking if the two of you could talk. Nothing. No answer, no reaction, just silence. He had seen your message, and you couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of your message thread. Seen. 1 hour. 2 hours. 3 hours. The sun was starting to set and the word seen was still plastered on your screen. You felt even more stupid than you did the previous night. Laying awake in your bed, waiting for something, anything. Any sign of life that let you know that he was out there thinking about you. 

And a sign of life you were given. Of course, it wasn’t the one you wanted, if anything it was the opposite. You cursed yourself as the first tear fell down your cheek, and then even more as the tears kept falling. No way. There was no way this was real. He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t do that to you, right? 

But he did. On your phone screen, staring back at your tear stained face, were photos of Luke in a bar, his hands all over a girl as his lips danced with hers. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he did, the contract didn’t mean anything to him, it was just to keep his manager happy. 

You knew he knew this would get out. That people would see and it would reach you in only minutes, but he didn’t care. You were the last thing on his mind as he walked into that bar, his eyes roaming the room to find someone, anyone, who could help take his mind off of you and the stupid contract. People knew who he was now, he gained followers like crazy as the public became more and more in love with your relationship. And here he was, blatantly cheating on his fake girlfriend simply because he could and he wanted. 

There was no way Chris would make you keep your promise of 8 months. No way he would make you look like the stupid girl who went back to her cheating boyfriend. Right? No, no, Chris wouldn’t do that you. Although you weren’t so sure anymore, you thought Luke wouldn’t do something like this, and he did. 

And every night, i wake up from this one recurrin’ dream Where i’m drivin’ through the city and the brakes go out on me I can’t stop at the red light, i can’t swerve off the road I read somewhere it’s ‘cause my life feels so out of control

The next morning you woke up with your phone blowing up, which made you quite confused since you had made sure to put it on do not disturb last night, meaning the only one who could be reaching you right now was Chris. You had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. You hated this. You hated that you let your guard down with the boy, hated that you let him, gave him the power, put him in a position to hurt you. You hated what you actually felt for him. You wouldn’t call it love, but your heart was his and only his. It was stupid, I mean you had only known him for barely 3 months. 

“What the hell happened?” Chris asked as soon as you answered his call. You tried your hardest not to let the tears fall again. Sitting up in your bed as you looked over at your clock, 10 a.m. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You whispered, your voice breaking slightly. 

“I’m outside your door.” The man said before hanging out the call. You slowly made your way out of bed, walking to your door and letting the older man in. Chris tried his best to hold in a gasp as his eyes met you. Your hair was a mess, but that’s not what caught his attention, you face did. It was red, really red, so were your eyes. Left over mascare from the previous day lingering around your eyes. 

“Y/N/N…” He said softly as he followed you to the couch, where you threw your body down before wrapping yourself in a blanket. “Are you okay?”

“Please… please tell me the contract’s done.” You begged, your eyes tearing up as you watched Chris looked down at the floor. 

“He won’t… he won’t let us. I asked, I mean this looks bad for him, but Mark he’s… he’s not letting up.” Chris explained, his voice low and soft as tears started falling out of your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“We argued. We did… we hooked up, twice. And it meant more to me than it did to him. He got mad, stormed out, and I haven’t heard for him in almost two days, so.” You explained, trying your best to keep your voice stable. Chris let out a deep sigh at your words, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. 

“I’ll talk to Mark, again. See if we can find a middle ground.”

There was no middle ground. You had signed the contract. Luke had sign the contract. And although Mark was not happy with his client, you had signed the papers. Which led to you sitting in Chris’ office, Mark next to you and Luke on the other side, later that day. The last time the four of you had been in the same room, you never would’ve guess what the next couple of months were going to be like for you. Never in a million years did you think you would grow to actually enjoy the younger boy’s presence, and you certainly never believed you would actually have feelings for him. 

“All right, so, papers were sign-”

“Can’t we just sign other papers to say we agree to end it or whatever.” You quickly cut Mark off, making the three men look over at. 

“Y/N…”

“No. I am not gonna be painted as the dumb girl who goes back to a cheater! This was supposed to be good for my image!” You said looking at Chris. He knew you were right, so did Mark and Luke. This was supposed to be a good thing. 

“Y/N-”

“No! I am turning 25 in a week, Chris, I am too old for this stupid high school drama. I don’t care about the stupid contract! I am done with this.” You said sternly before standing out and leaving the room. Of course, Luke was quick to follow you. 

“Y/N!”

“Fuck off, Luke.” You called out, not even bothering to turn back around. Of course, just to your luck, the elevator took forever to come up, giving Luke the chance to catch up to you. 

“Please, just hear me out.” The boy begged as he stood besides you. His words made you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. Thankfully, the doors opened and you were quick to enter and press the button to close to door. Unfortunately, Luke was quick to place in hand in the way, joining you inside. 

“Hear you out? What is there to hear out, Luke? You’ve made yourself very clear, so, please, just leave me alone.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” The boy said before pushing the emergency button, making the elevator stop. 

“What are you doing?”

“Let me talk.” 

“I don’t want to hear what you have to say, Luke. I get it, okay? You’re young, and you wanna enjoy your life. You don’t want to be tied down, I get it. I can’t give you what you want, and you sure as hell can’t give me what I want, so just back off.” You whispered before pushing the button. Thankfully, you weren’t far away from the first floor, meaning about 3 seconds later Luke was standing in the elevator all alone. His eyes fixated on you as he watched you made your way out of the building. 

He was such an idiot. 

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Every year was the same. You’d go to sleep the night before your birthday, expecting to feel completely different the next morning. But then you’d wake up and feel the exact same. 

25 was no different. If anything, you felt even more pathetic this year. You were 25 crying over a 20 year old who only thinks with his dick. Everyone always looked like they had their lives figured out by that age, relationships with someone they were convinced they were going to marry, or kids on the way, a stable work income, dreams they wanted to fufill. You had none of those. Well, since your fake relationship with Luke, producers were a lot more interested in what you could bring to their movie. But that attraction only came once you were by a man’s side. 

This 20 year old little boy had brought more success to your career than you ever did before. Pathetic. Even more pathetic that the same 20 year old could not give two shits about you. Pitiful. Yeah, that works better. 

You had no plans for the day, ever since the whole “cheating” drama went down, you had stayed inside. You didn’t go on social media, there hadn’t been a single sign of life from you, and honestly you didn’t have the energy to give you. You couldn’t be bothered to give you because you were too busy mourning the lost of a relationship that didn’t even exist. 

You spent your morning on the couch watching some stupid reality dramas, trying to make yourself feel better. Hoping that maybe there were some bigger idiots out there. And as you watched the same girl cry over the same guy for cheating on her for about the tenth time, you realized maybe you weren’t so pathetic. You had made it clear to everyone you wanted to be alone today, you didn’t have the energy to socialize right now. The only people you were planing on seeing were your food deliveries guys. 

So, when the sound of your doorbell echoed through your apartment, your brows furred. It couldn’t be food, no you were currently eating it. You were left even more confused as you opened the door to see no one. Looking down, your eyes met with a large basket filled with flowers, treats, stuffed animals and much more. A larged card with your name written on it with a handwriting that you could recognized all too well. You could see him out of the corner of your eyes. Granted all you could see was the top of his head as he had stopped halfway down the staircase as he heard your door open. But he was there. You weren’t sure what you should do. Do you look at him? Keep pretending you don’t? Do you even take his gift? 

Your head was telling you to go back in, take the gift, throw the card away and just fill yourself with sweets. But your heart had the better of you. You missed him. You hated that you missed him, but you did. Luke almost let out a yelp as your eyes met his. He didn’t know you could see him. The two of you stared at each other before you softly nodded towards your door. 

The next thing you knew, the two of you were sitting on your couch, Luke’s gift basket on your coffee table as you stared at the wall. Luke’s gaze was fixed on you, you knew it was. You could feel it. 

“I miss you.” He whispered so lowly you could barely hear it, but you did. You didn’t know if you should believe him or not. You let out a small scoff at his words. You weren’t falling for it. “I’m being serious, Y/N.”

“You don’t miss me, Luke. You miss the attention I gave you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. Because the second that attention was gone, you went to someone else to give it to you.”

“I want to be with you, Y/N, and I am so fucking sorry for what I did. And I know sorry is never going to make it to you, but please-”

“You want to be with me? You want to really be with me?”

“Yes! The only reason I never mentioned the fact that we had sex was because I was afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way I did about it.”

“But I did! And when I finally told you, you pretty much told me to go fuck myself and that it meant nothing to you! And now you really wanna sit here and tell me it meant more to you than a quick fuck? Please, Luke, I wasn’t born yesterday.” You snapped, looking over at him. “You embarrassed me. You made me feel stupid for thinking you would ever want something more than a quick fuck. And that wasn’t enought, that you had to go and hookup with some random chick in a public place, knowing people would find out, that I would find out about it. Now I look like the idiot who got cheated on by some kid.” 

“Look, I messed up, I know I did. I freaked out and ran away, when I should’ve just been honest with you. But, please, let me even try to make it up to you. I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N, I really do.” 

“I turned 25 today, and when you turn 25 it makes you realize that you have no clue what’s going on in your life. I mean I’ve got about 15 to 20 years until I can’t have babies anymore. I want to get married and have kids soon, Luke. And you’re no where near wanting that in your life. Maybe you are being honest, maybe you do really want to be with me. But I mean what I said in the elevator, you can’t give me what I want. I don’t want to wait another 5-6 years for you to be ready to settle down. I need someone who’s ready right now.” You explained. Luke knew you were right, his older brother had gone throught the same realization last summer. 

“We’re at different points in our lives.” Luke mumbled the same words you had told him during your first real outing in public together. Gosh, you wish you could go back and do so many different things that night. You wished you hadn’t let your guard down, maybe this whole thing would’ve never happened and you’d be out celebrating your birthday with your friends and fake boyfriend. Maybe. 

“Yeah… and if I’m being honest, I don’t think I could ever forgive you. You made me look like a fool to everyone, Luke. And maybe I was just being stupid with my feelings or whatever but I atleast thought we were friends, and you’d never humiliate me publicly like that.” You said harshly, making the boy look down at his lap. “I deserve better.” 

“I’m sorry I can’t be better.”

“You should leave.”

And i tell someone i love them just as a distraction They tell me that they love me like i’m so tourist attraction They’re changin’ my machinery and i just let it happen I got the things i wanted it’s just not what i imagined I’m so tired of bein’ the girl that i am Every good thing has turned into something i dread And i’m playin’ the victim so well in my head But it’s me who’s been making the bed

The next day, you were freed. The whole contract thing was done. Chris had told you the reason it hadn’t been before was because Luke didn’t want it to be done. But that something in him had changed last night and he had agreed to end it. It felt odd really, you never guessed you could miss something that never really existed so much, but you did. You cut all public ties with Luke and his world, making it quite obvious to the public that your relationship was over. 

You went back to your old life, pretending none of it had happened. Pretending that Luke Hughes hadn’t walked into your life three months ago and flipped your wold upside down. You didn’t talk about it, you refused to talk about it because you weren’t sure you’d be able to answer any questions without crying. You felt even more pathetic about that. You and Luke had never officially been together, neither of you ever flat out say you liked the other. So why were you so hung up on him? Maybe it was the way he always knew how to boost your confidence before a red carpet. Or maybe how attention he paid to details. You didn’t know, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

What made it even harder was that Luke was went back to how his life was before. A different girl in his bed almost every night, and now since he was linked to you, even more attention was brought to it. It was hard, seeing the boy you were so hungup on kissing all these girls. But all the negative attention that came with it almost made you feel better. This whole situation was supposed to do some good for both your images. 

Now a month later after your “break up”, you were the girl who go cheated on, but was thriving in the industry, while Luke was a cheating whore. It made you feel good. Good to see that people on the internet stil hadn’t lost their minds and sense of logic completely. Good that maybe you did come out of this stronger and more liked than before. Good that you were about to start working on the biggest project of your career so far, and Luke would be stuck being reminded of his actions every time he opened his phone. 

But you still felt pathetic. You weren’t sure you’d ever stop feeling pathetic. Pathetic for lying to all your friends and family, lying to his family. Pathetic for not answering any of Jack, or Quinn or even his parent’s messages. But you couldn’t. What were you supposed to say? Oh, I am actually not that sad because we never really dated, it was just a contract. I mean, that would be a lie, but part of it would also be the truth. It was just a contract. You both messed up, and you needed to stop acting like this was all Luke’s fault. 

You shouldn’t have slept with him, you shouldn’t of had let him ignore the fact that you slept together for so long. You did this to yourself in a way. You knew going in about Luke’s behaviour, you knew the second the contract was over, he’d go back to his old ways. You knew. But you still let yourself fall for it. You could even say you were to blame for it. You kissed him first. You kissed him. Both times, you iniciated it. So, who was really to blame here? 

Somethings i feel like i don’t wanna be where i am Countin’ all of the beautiful things i regret But it’s me who’s been making the bedMe who’s been making the bedPull the sheets over my headMaking a bed, oh-oh

[yawnderu]

honestly i would die for bimbo!reader to have some sort of Legally Blonde level of intelligence but for the stupidest, most useless shit. no, she can't remember which knob turns on which burner for the stove, but she can tell you the effects of different chemical compounds found in all her favorite skincare products and now they react to an individuals derma-layer. simon once caught her watching a screensaver on TV for 30 min because she thought it was "a reeeeally slow nature documentary /:", but she's fluent in Korean because she got super into Korean make up brands from her favorite influencers and wanted to be able to read the product ingredients/reviews/tutorials, it just never gets brought up otherwise and when someone asks in disbelief she's all "what, like it's hard?"

and simon is just sooooo so so proud of his smart pretty girl. who cares that she thought soap's parents legally named him after a dishwashing product. can mactavish tell him how to tell dupes from authentic handbags based on the inner stitching that can only be done on machines specially made by Italian companies? no? then shut the fuck up. tell us more about glitter lipgloss, beautiful.

Absolutely!! She may be dim-witted when it comes to certain things, but she's not exactly dumb at all. This girl could recite the laws of astrophysics and solve complex mathematical problems while being piss drunk.

Simon is still amazed by how complex his sweet girl is— he knows she isn't stupid, yet it never fails to surprise him how you start speaking to MacTavish in fluent Scottish Gaelic, only offering the explanation that you learnt it because a character on your favorite movie spoke it once, looking at him like he grew a second head when he sheepishly told you most scottish people don't speak Gaelic anymore.

Sure, you may have thought movies were real and used to avoid watching them because you thought the actors were actually getting killed and you didn't want to support that, yet a window of your house is full of math equations that gave him a headache just by looking at them.

I'd say Simon sees bimbo!reader as a box full of surprises, telling him about something new every single time you have a conversation. How did you get into studying astrophysics? You got the highest score in the university admission exam and saw a poster that was shiny and had cute stars and a pretty nebula!! How could you resist when everything about it called for you?

Mhm, the smell of gunpowder and blood that sticks to him no matter what is such an odd perfume, yet it surely has an interesting molecular makeup! Of course it does, pretty girl.

They complement each other so well because Simon has the street smarts she's lacking, and she has the book smarts Simon doesn't. She can be extremely ditzy, but who cares when she can tell him exactly which inks are recommended for his skin and which chemicals can rough up his face? He had to buy a brand-new eye black stick simply because you could tell the materials used on it by applying it on your hand with a frown.

I'd like to imagine her as someone with lots of odd interests, knowledge and hyperfixations in the dumbest things besides the universe. He has to keep up with you buying materials for making bracelets and keeping a room full of dinosaur plushies.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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31/32 with Seungmin from skz. I’m thinking he does something embarrassing in front of reader, maybe trying to impress them? I imagine him being so shy when trying to flirt for some reason!

idiot | kim seungmin

seungmin x reader

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▶• ılıılıılılıılıılı. mr. angel by tommy newport

notes. i saw a post about someone booking a hotel room in another country and couldn't think of something else

warnings. none

prompts. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”/“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“This is by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

A few hours prior.

Seungmin was a wreck, opening closing the same application on his phone every few seconds, he sat on your couch waiting for you to come out of your room. After weeks of tucking his tail between his legs, and pushing the date of asking you out, this was finally it… or so he thought. The thing was, you didn’t know it was a date, in his defense, he had really thought that his demand of going out with you, just you two, was clear enough. Apparently, in between his blabbering and messy line delivery, you had mistaken this as a simple friendly hangout. Friendly. That word sent chills down his spine. How had you not realize that none of his feelings for you were just friendly? Sure, he was aloof most of the times, hell some might even think he despises your guts but, it was Seungmin and, anyone who was close to him, knew how his brain worked. He teases what he likes, bothers what he loves, and apparently, he’s also a huge mess when it comes to asking people out.

At least, where the first steps of this new adventure were far from perfect, he knew he had dealt with the entire organisation side of the final product flawlessly. He had managed, calls after a calls, to book you two a table at a nice restaurant that kept popping up online, with only praises and good reviews, nothing too expensive but the food was apparently excellent. Afterwards, he had planned two tickets for this new film you had been talking his ears off about. Really, everything was perfect, so perfect, he hoped you might realize that one doesn’t usually put this much effort in a simple friendly hangout.

Finally, you come out of your room, dressed casually, but by all hell, you could sport a patchwork of ugly cloths and he’d still be in awe of you. He tries to play it cool, nonchalant even as he guides you out of your place, leading you through the streets. Whereas you were relaxed and behaving as usual with him, his eyes kept glancing at his phone to make sure he took the right route to the restaurant… something was up though. It has now been 20 minutes that you’ve been walking, and you swore you passed by the same store twice already. You tried to ask him if it was the right way, but, poor Seungmin all nerves and anxiety kept affirming that he knew what he was doing when quite frankly, he didn’t know shit about why they hadn’t reached the restaurant yet.

At some point though, reason come back to him and he sits on a bench with you, desperately fidgeting with his phone to understand what the deal was. He doesn’t notice when you pull out your own phone out to type in the name of the restaurant. He does notice though when you bark out a short laugh.

“This is by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

He blinks twice as he looks at your side profile and he wishes that there wasn’t another stupid thing he had done, but it was useless now as you show him the screen of your phone, pointing to the address. Japan. He had booked a table for a restaurant, in Japan. Was the world against him this much or was he just plain stupid?

“What?” You can’t help but stiffle your laughter as Seungmin’s reaction adds in to the nonsense of the situation. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!” Seungmin is almost offended by your reaction as he furiously refresh the restaurant page, as if by magic the country would change. “And we were supposed to be in a restaurant right now, we don’t always get what we want.” This was perhaps, far more entertaining then if you had actually been in that restaurant. To see Seungmin like this, helpless and dumbfounded was funny in a way. “I swear, I checked a thousand times…” “Maybe you should have checked a thousand time and one more then.” He glares at you then, knowing you were just taking the situation lightly, as you should, it wasn’t even that big of deal but, he really hated himself for messing up everything from beginning to end.

Leaning back on the bench, he checks the tickets for the cinema too, if he had made a mistake for the restaurant reservation, he hopes he hadn’t made one for the movie theatre. What he sees on his screen is something he’ll never tell you. He had booked the film alright, simply, it was for the day before. Luckily his embarrassed tinted cheeks go unnoticed by you in the night as you turn to him, that damn smile still on your face. “So… What had you planned next then?” “Nothing… I planned nothing.” Seems like this dream date of his, have to be postponned.

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Hiiiii could you do Billie getting our name tattooed and us not finding out until seeing it online from fans going crazy plsss

Oh my gosh could you imagine???

It’s actually just your initial, but it’s behind her ear in a little heart locket or some gay shit like that.

She posts a picture on her story. The picture is a mirror selfie of course. She facing forward, holding her hair up, her neck is exposed and her jawline is sharp. You nearly drop your phone because you can’t believe it. But you see she added another story. This one is a picture of her face with a mischievous look. She’s biting her lip and you’re tagged near her neck with a little red heart.

When you saw the chaos online, you hurried to your Instagram to see for yourself. You saw the picture roaming around before you saw her stories. It was a picture clearly taken right at the tattoo parlor and though she wasn’t tagged people were quick to figure out who it was and who the tattoo was about.

It’s not like it was a complete surprise. She’d joke about it. You’d told her not to dare.

It’ll all started as an inside joke because that’s the spot you like to lick and suck when kissing her neck and she said she just wanted a little something to immortalize your mark.

And you thought that was both the hottest and dumbest thing to come out of her mouth. But she’d done it and now you had to drive to her house to see for yourself. And the only logical solution was to marry her. She had your initial tattooed on her skin for fucks sake.

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Idiots

[A short mixed media fic]

Chat with vale

They both are giggling like idiots. Cele can't stop it, he hasn't seen Pedro in forever and text messages never do them justice. So when he finally gets a moment to steal Pedro away in the morning chaos before the practice even begins Cele needs to get the most of it. But for now too much anxious energy is running inside him both from not being in close proximity for so long and from fear of being caught by other guys.

It's not like they would judge him, probably just tease the hell out of the situation but a small part of his brain still nagging at him with the thoughts of being rejected by people he cares about.

It's all too much to keep up with in his head. It also makes Cele ramble uncontrollably about the dumbest shit ever, like the fact that Marco almost forgot his leathers today before coming to the ranch and was forced to run back for them. He knows he needs to shut up, to use whatever little valuable time they have but Pedro looks at him so intensely that Cele isn't able to stop. His eyes are beautiful and Cele just wants to hold his face and look at them forever.

They both are still smiling but for a moment Pedro's smile turns into a sly smirk and he finally saves Cele from himself by tugging him by his hoodie and shutting that stream of rumbling with a short kiss.

Suddenly all buzz in Celestino's head falls flat and only thing he can think of is chasing for another kiss. But Pedro is moving away for some reason and it rips involuntary whine out of him.

"Now that we ceased your rambling, how about a makeout session and some catching up after practice?"

Pedro somehow always takes away all words out of his mouth so all Cele can do is nod and lean forward waiting.

Pedro only hums, gets on his tiptoes for a second to leave a little perk on Cele's nose and then suddenly his hands are on Cele's neck and he gets yanked down for a proper kiss.

Finally.

Finally he gets what he needed, tasting Pedro's lips and having all freedom that he would want to explore his body with hands. Now that he's started Cele can't stop, he doesn't need air, he doesn't need anything, only to touch and cling to Pedro's frame. It's a bit more frantic than usual, like when you finally get to drink water that you'd left at home after a long hike, when you can't get enough. Cele runs his hands through his hair, finally long enough to do so. Last time they saw each other it was awfully short again and he couldn't do anything with that but now it's back to his favourite length, gives him ability to lead the kiss into a bit more comfortable position, tilting Pedro's head a bit.

Cele's quite a bit higher and they both like it because at times like this it feels like he can hug him so close that they become one, almost hide Pedro inside inside his own ribcage.

Little noises fill the room, an indicator that both of them needed this to the same degree. It's amazing, everything goes ideally just for a little because they know that shortly after they will need to go back to their duties before the race, but anyway, that's best time that Cele had in a lo-

"And what is this Celestino?"

He registers the squeak of the door only after hearing the voice, his blood runs cold.

Seconds stretch into hours, he can't move away from Pedro, thankfully they positioned themselves in a way that Cele is standing with his back to the door and also obscuring Pedro from the view in his embrace too, who is thankfully also staying still, face having too many mixed emotions. Right now all he can do is continue to stand stuck in his place, with only instinct being to hide in Pedro's frame. He knows that voice, knows it too well and that makes everything ten times worse.

"Oh come on, Celin, I don't care whatever fangirl you sneak in here, we have work to do so we need you near the track. Let's go" a good-natured smile is almost palpable in Vale's voice, the expression easy to imagine with how much he wears it around but it doesn't help Cele to calm down in a slightest. The only thing he knows for sure is that Vale hasn't yet realised who he has in his hands because the reaction would be completely different.

What does stop his nerves is a snort followed by "Well one thing I haven't been called before is a fangirl, that's for sure"

Pedro grins and finally takes a step back, spinning Cele in one fluid motion too, so now they are both fully visible to Valentino. "Mama mia! Sorry, sorry, couldn't guess this, won't happen again." Now it's a full on laughter from Vale but it doesn't feel mean in any way and suddenly the air is sucked back into his lungs, filling the void that he didn't even realise had formed in there. At the same time he feels a firm hand that squeezes his own, trying to comfort. His posture is slack, Pedro is at ease with situation and just tries to support him. It's nice to have someone knowing all the silly ways his head works in and who can support him in ways that don't go against those ways.

Vale clearly sees unease left on his face so he takes a step closer, patting Cele's shoulder. "It's okay truly, but we really need to go now. I think it will be the best to include your not-fangirl in the video too, don't you think?" His tone is softer now and that helps Cele to find his voice again even if only for a simple "yeah", still being a bit too struck to find anything witty to answer. That gets him one final pat on the shoulder and Valentino is going outside again, throwing a short "You have five minutes to get yourself decent and I'm waiting for you at the track" over his shoulder with a devious grin that gets Cele a taste of teasing that he's probably gonna get from all the academy.

When door squeaked shut everything in the room suddenly got back to normal, all noises from outside, all little sounds of the house came back too. Along with it, a loud laughter got out of Pedro meanwhile Cele just fallen on his unmade bed, snatching a pillow to scream for a bit. The bed dipped next to him and he felt a hand in his hair before he heard the words "Let's go, they really need you there a lot if Valentino Rossi himself came here to find you". That was reasonable and clearly gave Cele enough energy to start getting up from bed which was hurried by another familiar laughter outside of Cele's window. When he opened it to see Mig looking at him it clicked.

"YOU SON OF A BI-"

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firstly I would like to thank you for feeding the horny goblin in me, now I've come back for more janitor shit and I had the dumbest prompt in mind! I don't know if you've seen White Chicks, specifically the beach scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) look it up if u haven't seen it but PICTURE IT:

dumb shy ready is walking along the halls doing something, doesn't see the wet floor sign and slips, on the floor like a starfish and dizzy from the impact; janitor comes and stands over them, reader's vision is blurry at first so they don't realize his junk is all up in their face (cause I imagine he's packing both ways 👀) - I will use this excuse as he's helping us up to cop a feel of his cake, I bet its heavy and I'd need both hands to hold one cheek AAHHHHHHH---

I will pay you to let me touch the butt

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"ugh... my head..."

you grumble, eyes still half shut. what even happened..? you were just walking, trying to get to class... your hands reach up to your face, trying to rub them only to realise that 'hey, it's kinda dark'.

your eyes immediately shoot open, wanting to figure out why it was so dark but to your horror, your crush was hovering over you. with his grey sweatpants... and... prominent bulge....

"shit- ah you're awake! I'm so glad!"

he murmurs, bending down as his worried face comes close to yours. his relieved sighs of relief help him to forget why he was so panicked in the first place. thank goodness you were alright! he'd never forgive himself if his lovely sweetheart died because of wet floor!

but to you, all you could focus on was how his round, plump and juicy ass was just mere centimetres away from you.

'i could touch it...'

devious thoughts swirled through your head as you completely ignored the janitor and his thankful prayers to god. your eyes were blank, filled with silly thoughts as you reached your hand out and...

"my ass- wait are you..."

time slows as you grope and squish the janitor's ass, totally mesmerized with the feeling of it. you didn't stop, no. not even when the janitor tried to tap you lightly with his shaky hands. you were far too lost in the amazing feeling of his juicy ass. only when soft moans flowed like music into your ears did you truly snap out of your drunken stupor.

your hands immediately retract back as your cheeks rush with blood.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

you gasp out, trying to excuse your pervertic actions. but to the older man whose cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy with lust, no excuse would ever be enough.

you tried wiggling away, to escape as usual. however this time, the janitor had the upper hand. he plopped himself down on your hips, toned arms crossed over his chest as he smirks.

internally you were screaming. but on the outside you were only babbling nonsense, trying to comprehend what was going on. what was the janitor doing?! was he mad?! no no no! your chances of being with him had to be in the negatives now!

...was what you thought until the janitor leaned forward, hands beside your head as his... man thing poked you.

"didn't know you were into me too... ah today really is a good day. thought you were scared of me or something..."

he hummed as his lips grazed yours. shit?! what the fuck was going on?!

"now... could you please touch me and finish what you started? consider this punishment for making me worried."

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Mikey Berzatto & The Girl Across the Street, who is no longer allowed on Chicago’s famous Clark Street (ft. Richie)

Clark Street, covered with more than 200 bars and pubs, is constantly crawling with visitors every night. St.Patty’s weekend though? It’s a disaster. Imagine spring break in Miami crammed into two nights, and shoved on one long road. Though they hadn’t been going out much, with Richey’s baby and Mikey’s…whatever they got going on, Mikey and Richie had to hit it up.

Before they take off on their adventure though, Mikey stops over across the street while everyone else files out after closing, like he does every day.

“I’d like to talk to the manager please!” Richie mimics from beside him, voice high pitched while he raps on the counter. Her head peaks around the corner before her face brightens in a grin and Mikey’s heart squeezes a little at the sight of her all pretty and sweet, in a green shirt for the sake of it.

“Thought you were gettin’ out of here?” She asks, walking towards them. Mikey shrugs. He’s leaning against the counter on the other side, and when she reaches it she greets him with a peck and a little whisper of ‘hi, baby’, and holy fuck, an entire future with this woman flashes in his head for a minute. He gets that little lovesick grin with a gleam in his eyes while he whispers hi back and Richie leaves them to their ‘gross shit’, flopping over to the booths.

“Figured we’d grab a slice or somethin’ before.” She pushes herself back off the counter, Mikey rounds its, following after her like the love sick fool he is, and Richie just yells demands of what he wants from the booth he splayed out in like the diva he is. As usual, when their pizza’s done the three sit in their booth, always the one closest to the counter.

The boys are shoving pizza down their throats like the 200-bar-St.Patty’s-bar-crawl is going to disappear when the clock strikes midnight, which it absolutely won’t be doing.

“How come you ain’t doin nothin?” Richie gestures over to her with a mouth full of pepperoni.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” She shrugs after kicking him for being gross. “You guys are the only people I know doing anything.”

“That’s cause we’re the only people you talk to, loser.” Richie scoffs.

“Well, who else do you talk to? Your one year old?”

“You wanna come out with us?” Mikey offers, interrupting their fighting, looking down at her next to him. She looks up at him from where’s she’s leaned her chin against her propped up arm on the flimsy, fake wood table, shaking her head after a second. Mikey won’t ever be able to get used to how pretty she looks this close, especially when’s tilting her head up towards him, the little bit of a smile on her face like he’s the only thing she could ever want to look at (he is).

“No,” She starts, “No, you guys go have fun, I’m not gonna ruin your night or nothing-“

“You’d never ruin nothin,” Mikey bumps his shoulder to hers, a little exasperated because that’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. “Should get out, have some fun, yeah?”

She turns bashful, leaning backwards and towards him. “Okay,” she eventually nods with a growing grin when the two start to cheer, and Mikey hugs her even closer into his side. “You gotta help with closing though!”

Staying true to her word, she ruined nothing. For most of the night. The trio stumbled around the street for a couple hours, with her sandwiched between the two, arms stuffed in each of the boys’. Not only was keeping up with them hard enough, but it’d been quite some time since she’d gone out so she was definitely more than tipsy.

It’s a little before two in the morning when they make their way into the last bar. Mikey and Richie each managed to squeeze a barstool for themselves (Mikey tried to give it to his girl, but she declined) and she’s just hanging off Mikey the way she has been all night, arms wrapped around his middle completely, and pushed into his side.

“You doin’ good down there?” Mikey tucks his head down to her ear, still yelling a little, while he rubs her back with his big palm. He does it all the time, likes the excuse to push his hand under the back of her shirt a couple times, and she loves it anyways. Not that he really needs an excuse. She squeezes her arms around him with a dopey grin, the same one on his face.

“M’perfect.” He gets a nice, messy kiss on the cheek to go along with it. “You’re perfect.” She stumbles over the word a little this time, both of their smiles somehow growing. Mikey’s blushing a little, laughing bashfully and turning his head away from many more kisses.

Suddenly, she gasps and sits up a little straighter with something over his shoulder in sight.

“Wha’s the matter?” She unwraps herself from him while he asks, hands laying on his shoulders.

“This is a very serious matter, and I need two dollars.” He gives her a five instead, and watches her shuffle through the crowd of green and gold until he loses her, and then watches the crowd for her to show up again.

She plops down in his lap when she returns, and when Richie, leaving his conversation with some random dude next to him, asks what’s going on she just shushes him, jutting a hand out to his face. Suddenly John Cena’s theme song is blasting throughout the entire place, and she’s cackling into Mikey’s shoulder.

“What the fuck is going on?” Richie asks again, baffled laughter in between.

“You can’t see me, bitch!”

It plays about half a dozen more times before the perpetrator (and technically her accomplices, who had no idea they were accomplices) was found and made to leave. None of them could even imagine the possibility of driving and are once again stumbling down the street and towards The Beef, where Tiff was grabbing Richie.

She keeps singing the dumb song, has gotten it so stuck in Richie’s head that he’s mimicking the trumpet part for her. She swings Mikey’s hand with hers, and when they reach The Beef, Tiffs already there, and very confused when they all break out into the song again.

“You guys need a ride?” Tiff, somehow still so sweet at three in the morning, asks while Richie clammers into the front seat and she’s still swinging her hand with Mikey’s.

“We’re gonna walk! Gotta get my steps innnn.” Her apartment is a good ten minute walk, and a car ride sounds like a nice short cut to puking. Their walk is quiet, and peaceful, a very dramatic change from the rest of the night. Neither of them bother to do anything to get ready for bed besides tearing off their clothes and flopping into bed.

“M’so glad you crossed the street, Mikey.” It’s random, murmured into the dark, and long after any type of conversation they’ve had. “You make me so much happier.”

He takes the hand she rests of his chest, the only form of contact they have whenever he stays over, because they both run way too hot, and gives it a kiss, running his calloused thumb over the back.

“You make me happy too, baby. More than I ever thought I could have.”

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Emmanuel Dreams

"Heya Cas," Dean said over his shoulder at the tell tale whisper of a thousand wings landing beside him. He was sitting on the dock at the lake house half dozing in the green lawn chair he's pinched from Sam's Club. The fish weren't biting but they never did in dreamland.

"Hello,"Cas was his usual self, man of few words, but he was much blurry at the edges. When Castiel had first begun to appear into Dean's dreams he'd always seemed more solid, real. Of course Dean knew this Cas wasn't real, his had waded into a river and never come back out.

"Funny to see you here man. It's been four months since you were gone. I kinda miss you." Dean confessed while casting the fishing line back out into the still waters of the lake.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I wanted to leave you." Dream Cas looked so forlorn that Dean wanted to wrap him up in a blanket. His big blue eyes were watery, soft, the way he'd looked at Dean so many times during the first year of the apocalypse. Like Dean was a marvel and a martyr all at once.

"Cas, buddy, you are so dumb. Literally the dumbest person I've ever met."

"Well I'm not a person so..." There was the dry humor he missed so much.

"Yeah yeah semantics you little shit." Dean smiled, bigger then he had in the last four years. Hell will do that to a man.

"Why are you here? Did my brain concoct some sort of little reunion to ease woes?"

"Im not sure, one moment I there and the next I was here."

"Where exactly is there?" Dean wondered, heaven? Hell? Some place in between?

"New york? I think?"

Dean snorted.

"You died in New York buddy."

"I'm dead?"

"Yeah dude and now you're some kind of figment of my imagination."

"I don't feel like a figment of your imagination."

"That's exactly what a figment of my imagination would say!" Dean rolled his eyes and set aside the fishing equipment to stand up from his chair.

"You aren't real, your dead." Dean reminded the dream Castiel.

"You keep saying that as if I'm not right in front of you." Argued the angel.

Dean threw his hands up in the air, the frustration clear all over his face.

"Fine I'll prove that you aren't him."

"Ho-" Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and did something he's been wanting to do since they met. He planted one on him. To his surprise the dream-Cas kissed back.

It started slow, just a dry kiss, but Cas's lips were so plump Dean couldn't help but tease his tongue against the seam of his lips. Cas's arms came up around Dean and pulled him closer.

Every available emotion was running through Dean, mark him down as scared, sad, and horny. The angel, no his angel, the one that marked him the day they met opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. Dean shuddered against his greedy mouth that took with all the power he'd so wished to feel for so long. Dean was a sick fuck, he knew that, by god had he wanted Castiel to kiss him even if it was a dream version.

"Stop-" Cas pulled away, his arms still around Dean, forehead resting against his." I don't know your name." Dean yanked himself away like Cas was on fire. He stumbled back, crashing against the lawn chair and tumbled to his side. Dream Cas crouched down, ghosting a finger across the planes of his face.

"I'm sorry, I can't remember you. I should have said something before."

"Fuck you man, this is my dream! I'm Dean, your best friend, fuck you're my only friend."

"Dean..." Castiel weighed the word in his mouth. Stretching the syllables like he'd never said the name before. Dean cringed, why did this hurt so fucking bad? He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself awaks.

He came too where he left himself, tangled up in the bed sheets of some dingy motel still wearing his jeans. Across the room Sam snored softly, his big moose head illuminated by the moonlight.

Emmanuel woke up with a start, sweating from head to toe. He was thankful in that moment that his "wife" insisted they had separate twin beds when he realized what he'd done to the sheets.

Half stumbling to the bathroom he looked into the face he'd never recognized that stared back from the mirror. The dream playing over and over again in his mind while his heart still raced in its ribs. Who was that man? Was it someone he made up? Was it someone he couldn't remember?

God, how could he forget a face like that?

[kob131]

I don't know how you do it, but somehow you and Taka are the only people on this website that don't piss me off. Everyone else I've tried to follow has inevitably said the dumbest shit imaginable, but somehow, even when I disagree with you two, it doesn't piss me off nearly as badly.

That's funny, considering me and Taka actually have a reputation of pissing people off. Maybe it's because, when it comes to political topics, we tend to be middle of the road and that's kind of hard to piss people off.

[nectardaddy]

notebook paper | hinata shoyo

chapter ten | absolutely [ ✎ ]

masterlist

no smau parts in this one.

cw: (heavy)drinking, drunkenness, obnoxiously cute

She's beautiful.

Thoughts hammered in his head as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as she rummaged through the refrigerator. Brown eyes taking in tired ones as they scoured, searching for something specific, until she finally reached for a bottle and groaned. "Well, I hope you like wine. Because it's all we have apparently," she sighed, placing the, all too big, bottle on the counter for him to inspect.

"I'm fine with that," confirming with a smile. His words garnered a smile from her, taking the bottle back to pour it into glasses. Cheap, plastic cups that were entirely too big for wine - but were used regardless. Watching her pour with a heavy hand, he laughed. "I think you're trying to kill me."

"What? You can't handle wine, shrimpy?" She teased, glancing over at him as she poured. When she caught his eyes, he swore he felt his heart squeeze.

Fuck, she is going to kill me.

All too soon was the bottle gone, and all too soon did he find himself slipping over the edge of a drunken cliff. Holding the cup, that was nearly empty again, to his lips but laughing at the screen in front of him before he could take a sip. Watching a movie that he had picked, one so close to outlandish it was deemed hilarious when one was under the influence. A movie that made her laugh, grabbing at his arm drunkenly as if to catch her breath from giggling. "This is so dumb," her intoxicated words spilling out of her lips in a breathy laugh.

"Duh," he mused, "that's why I picked it." Speech slurring only slightly as he looked over to her with a silly grin. "You told me you and Suga watched the dumbest shit when you were drunk, so I delivered."

She was closer to him than before the movie started, before they started drinking; her shoulder now brushing against his own as she let go of his arm. Sitting cross legged next to him in her bed, leaning her back against the wall. He teetered far from sobriety, but maintained a distance from her. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable with fleeting touches or, hopefully not, unwanted advances.

"Thanks for coming over," an abrupt statement from her as she turned to look at him. Finding that he had already turned his attention towards her made her falter, only for a second, before continuing. "This is fun."

"It is," drunken words falling from his mouth with a silly grin as a response. Head fuzzy from wine as he tried to blink away the effects, and vision hazy as he chuckled at nothing. But feeling her so close to him, her shoulder brushing against his once again to place her cup down, made him chuckle once again in thought. "Should I do the really stupid yawn thing to put my arm around you or can I just do it?"

He watched as she bit back a laugh at his words, but failed as she ultimately giggled in response. "You're cute," drunken words she wouldn't dare have the confidence to say while sober. "While it would be hilarious to see that, I'll spare you the embarrassment and just say yes."

"Thank god," he breathed, holding his cheeky smile whilst putting an arm around her shoulders. "You'd just be cruel if you made me do that," a sass that was returned with a hum. Watching her eyes return to the screen once more, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. Brown eyes, drunk and blurry, transfixed on the woman whose head was now on his shoulder. "You're really pretty, y'know?" Blurting out the statement haphazardly, sentence choppy from intoxication.

Still looking at the television screen, she bit back a grin at his words. Fighting off every alcohol induced thought imaginable, leaving her with a silly, tipsy smile. "You're really drunk."

"What? So I can't tell you you're pretty if I'm drunk?"

"So many questions, Hinata, y'know I answer millions of questions every day right?" A teasing tone intertwined in her speech that made his heart hammer in his chest.

"Shoyo," he corrected, placing a pause in between before he continued on. "And y'know I talk a lot in general, drinking just makes it worse." Chuckling as she rolled her eyes in faux exasperation. "One more question, and I pinky promise it's the last one."

Finally looking over to him, both became all to aware of how close the other party was. Dangerously close, able to feel the other's breath if they truly focused on it. But neither pulled away, even as brown eyes flickered between features of her face. "It's your last question, make it good - Shoyo." She whispered; although she already had an inkling of what the suspected question could be, tension thick from such a close proximity.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Absolutely."

SCREAMING at how cute this is

yes there is a part after this! this is not the end!

they were both drunk as shit, and wine drunk is a whole different type of drunk I swear

they definitely watched step brothers idc

kenma couldn't fucking sleep with how loud yn was laughing

yn emailed her teacher before this, saying she wasn't going to make it the next day

both group chats are NOT ready to hear about this tomorrow

taglist under cut

@muyyie @wyrcan @eggyrocks @eclecticeggknightpsychic @nbcvs

@marzzn @naweirdo @yukii-1 @girlkissersco @yuminako @kunimix

@empress-pug-pug @cherrypieyourface @lvtilzs @punkhazardlaw @localgaytrainwreck

@crownj1min @sereniteav @madiexuberant @st4rdusttx @chizunata

@le000xxgrd @iheartpinky @muskratlove

[divinelolita]

IM ALIVE

and i love you too baeeee and dw idc when you finish this😘

whole band headcannons seperate ofc with there bf(or gn reader if you cant include much but if you can include a little thats chill idc) who is so fucking stupid

like karen from mean girls stupid. for example if someone asked him if he was top or bottom he'd be like "oh bottom! top bunks make me nervous." like💀💀

and another example is if he cooked something and it's hot he'd only say careful its hot AFTER you choke on how hot it is😭

i feel like they'd love him so much but sometimes he's just real fucking dumb💀💀💀

also you don't have to use the first two those are just examples ofccc i love youuuuu

TOKIO HOTEL X DUMB MALE READER

hi bb! ilym 😋🙏 i hope this is good enough cuz recently my work has been iffy...........

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BILL:

・He finds this shit funny bro

・Can't help but smile whenever you say some dumb shit.

・He feels like he's dreaming if you tell him late at night

"Bill?"

".....what?"

"... Why do we need farmers if we have grocery stores?"

・If you say that shit at 2AM he'd spend the rest of the night thinking about it.

・He gets headaches from how hard he thinks about it

"M/N..how do you even conjure up this type of stuff.."

・He can't tell if your genuinely confused or just fucking with him.

・He doesn't care though, he loves you and your stupidity.

・Actually finds himself asking you more and more questions just to see how far your imagination goes.

TOM:

・this cunt will laugh at you

・Let's out a few chuckles when you said something dumb for the first time

・He then realised you weren't joking and were actually serious 💀

"Why doesn't earth just..fall? Why are we floating?"

"..."

"..."

"M/N..- what the fuck is wrong with you."

・Sometimes he just agrees with whatever your saying and encourages you to go on, seeing how long he can go without chuckling

・He's not judging you- he actually really loves this about you.

・He will NEVER admit it but his heart melts whenever you say the dumbest shit.

・He tries not to correct you for the sake of your ego 🤷🏻🤷🏻

GEORG:

・He's like a dad with a dumb kid in this situation 💀

"Georg- does carbonated water have carbs?"

"Not exactly, M/N. The reason for this is....."

・He'd explain everything to you bro 😪

・Very unlike Tom.

・I feel like he's fine with whatever you say but like physical things get to him

・Like for example if you just mopped the floor and he comes in, stepping into the room as he nearly slips and grabs onto whatever piece of furniture will secure him.

"Oh by the way, Georg, the floor is wet. So be careful going in the room!"

"...Thanks."

・He can't help but chuckle to himself

・He nearly sprained his ankle but he didn't really care- he finds it cute how oblivious you are.

・You make him happy and thats all that matters to him.

GUSTAV:

・His brain stops processing for a minute.

・Stares at you for a minute as he thinks of something to say back.

"I'm so confused... Is an egg a fruit or vegetable?"

".. Good question. Why don't you look it up?"

・Like Tom he cant help but let out small guffaws and chuckles

・He has a few small burns on his fingertips from cooking with you.

"Oh Gustav can you check the pan?"

"Yeah sure, M/N...OH FUCK! -"

"Watch out, the stoves on!"

・At the end of the day he doesn't really care

・He love you way to much, like it's actually concerning how much he loves you.

[southernbelllle]

@bumpkinbitch

The air in the abandoned church was cool with tension as the men argued.

“This why everyone hates yall bitches from the south. Y’all got no rhythm and you voted for Trump. Pick a fucken struggle bruh.” The once meek Wade argued to the blonde boy.

“Oh you wanna talk about struggle? What fuckn shoes ya mama got on under the dirt lil bitch imagine.” Jackson retorted.

“At least my mama chose to birth me and me only I seriously cannot IMAGINE being born into a fuckn litter bruh especially if I came out the albino runt ya fucken hick ass motherfuker.”

That aint what ya mama told me when I was plowin her shit from behind idiot. She was screamin all night bitch boy.” Jackson stepped closer nd waged his finger in Wade’s face like the secret gay guy in highschool musical.

“Youre such a fukn slow baby Jackson You don’t even know my mama last name.” Wade stepped closer as well.

“Yeah, she was literally screaming it the whole night. We were well acquainted. Like maggots on a ham sandwich on a hot trash can lid in May.” Jackson spat.

“Dumb ass fuckn bumpkin why the fuk would my mother be screaming her own last name you are literally the dumbest fukn person to ever be born on earth ever and your stupid ass country metaphors are so fuken stupid like who tf are you tryna be with your R Kelly ass rhymes.” Wade began to raise the tone of his voice.

“I had her screamin all sorts uh shit bruh she aint care because I was stimulating that clint sooooo good.” Jackson smiled a smug grin because he knew he ate that.

“You couldn’t find a woman’s clit if it grabbed a cast iron skillet and smacked you square in the fukn face dumbass lil chicken shit boy.” Wade flipped his hair and crossed his arms.

“Ladies ladies bruh yall gotta chill fr it’s way too late to be fighting like this.” Mellish pipped in.

“Mellish shut ya fckn hemmorhoid lips and stay out of it bruh go put on some fckn lipstick.” Jackson hollered.

Wade nodded in agreement.

Mellish’s face scrunched up.

Jackson pointed to the man’s facial expression. See this is literally what im talkin about bruh look at that dumb bitch face he makin.”

“Fine what fuck actually fuck yall yall can figure this shit out on your own.” Mellish left.

That left only Caparzo in the room and he had a literally genius idea.

“Ladies,” his voice boomed. “I have the perfect solution to this problem.”

Jackson and Wade both turned their attention to the hulking man.

“Yeah? What kind of amazing idea did the baldie cook up? You gonna make us shave our head ya fkn pedo lookin asss bitch? Wade crossed his arms.

“No,” Caparzo boomed. “It is actually boypussy Thursday, and no one has taken the time to acknowledge that this entire journey.” Both Jackson and Wade looked at each other somberly. They had not been keeping their promise they made to the military when they signed the to always participate in boypussy Thursday.

“I think it’s only right if you two men settle this in a good old fashioned twerk off. Caparzo said.

“Yeah, I think that’s a fukn fantastical idea, Obama.” Jackson agreed. Wade looked at him with disgust. “You fuckn racist hick bruh Caparzo aint even black.

“Oh yeah? Well what is he?” Jackson said.

Wade looked up and down at the buff man.

“Well, tbh idrk know either LOL like maybe Spanish or itallian?? Idk. Wade said.

“What I sayin like!!!” Jackson revealed.

“ANYWAY." Caparzo interrupted. “Go put on your best fit and come back here for the official twerk off.

When everyone had returned, both Jackson and Wade were dressed in their finest fashion nova Halloween costume.

Wade donned a skintight wonder woman bodysuit that made him look so breedble. HE had tucked his pp into his butthole in order to appear more feminnen and honesltyl he kinda popped iff!! His boobs where bigger.

Jackson also had a stellar costume. He was wearing the 2016 version Harley quinn suicide squad costume. His pale ass booty cheeks squezzed through the shorts like a can of busted biscuits. He filled the costume out very nicely. He even did his make up like margot Robbie and wore a blonde wig.

“Alright ladies!” Caparzo clpped his hands together. “It is now time to lipsync-“ he paused for a moment. “For,, your,, LIFE! Let the twerking competition begin.” Caparzo then walked over to his busted ass ipod mini and began to play starships by nicki minjaj.

As the music started to play, the boys began to oil themselves up with bottles upon bottles of baby oil like a lot of baby oil like a truckload full of baby oil.

Wade’s Caucasian skin twinkle and shined, and Jackson’s glowed in the dark like a little blue glow worm (because he was so pale.”

The two boys felt every beat of the song. Wade relying on the duck walk and jumping splits, Jackson hitting a twerk with a lil country boy flair. God forbid two white boys catch a vibe.

Just as the second chorus hit, Jackson ripped his wig off to reveal another, smaller blonde pussycat wig that was basically just his hair. He twerked his voluptuous buttcheecks like tomorrow was not promised. This only inspired wade to work harder. He kicked his red boots together and stood up in a handstand and began to walk twerk 360 style upside down. Caparzo didn’t know who was winning. It was truly neck and neck.

Right as the climax of the song hit, a new challenger had hit the stage, it was Miller in a Princess Jasmine fashion nova piece that was lowkey cultural appropriation, but he looked so good that no one said anything.

Miller strutted through the competition with ease, putting Jackson and Wade for runs of their money. It was clear Miller had experience in this field. His body moved so seductively that it was irrefutable that this was not his first time.

Eventually the song stopped, and all three contestants lined up in front of caparzo.

Caparzo spoke up, “Miller! Shante, you stay.” Miller was so happy to have won the twerk off that he went over to an empty chair and began to perform a lap dance.

“Your prize is that you get to list this seat on Facebook marketplace!” Miller wept tears of joy.

Wade , Jackson, you both are sexy and talented, but you have lost today. Shantay, away.

The two walked out of the church and kissed.

The end

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

💕BakuDeku First Kiss 💕

FanFic Summary: BKDK first kiss head cannon, Kacchan + Deku have feelings for each other but are dumbasses and don't know how to act on them, the pair gets stuck on a corny Tunnel of Love ride that Class 1B built for the school's annual festival. Easy peasy lemon squeezy content for funsies. Scroll down to enjoy! :)

Ok but imagine:

Katsuki and Izuku's first kiss is at the school festival in their third year. Izuku convinces Katsuki to go on the "Tunnel of Love" ride that Class 1B has put together for the school, saying he wants to support all of their friends from the class. Katsuki has been looking for an excuse to be alone with Deku for literal months and so he agrees (even though a "tunnel of love" is the dumbest nerd shit he has ever heard of).

Katsuki begrudgingly asks Kirishima to cause a distraction while he and Izuku get on the ride (because he'll be damned if anyone from class 1A sees him getting mushy with the green haired hero <spoiler alert - the entire class knows DK + BK have the hots for each other>).

Eijiro Kirishima of course agrees to help because he's an amazing friend and has a soft spot for romance. He enlists Denki Kaminari's help and obviously they do something ridiculously over the top and stupid. Picture Kirishima giving a speech about how manly romance is and it distracts everyone in line for the Tunnel of Love. Meanwhile Kaminari messes with the electrical system.

Katsuki and Izuku awkwardly hop into one of those cheesy swan boats and sail straight into the tunnel while Class 1B and the rest of the school are too focused on Kirishima + Kaminari to be any the wiser.

The ride breezes the boat through badly painted scenes from classic RomComs - How Harry Met Sally, While You Were Sleeping, You've Got Mail... Making matters worse, the whole thing is set to a cringe playlist of 80s and 90s love songs and it's all so over the top and cheesy and Katsuki WANTS. TO. DIE.

That is, until he looks over and sees Izuku admiring the scenery and taking everything in with a look of amazement. "Our classmates are just so talented, aren't they? They built this entire thing just using their quirks and elbow grease." And Katsuki just can't stop staring at the guy beside him. Deku is so pure and good and so utterly full of light. Once upon a time, that trait had pissed Katsuki the hell off. But now...now it's something he finds deeply endearing.

The ride slows down and comes to an abrupt stop in front of a giant cardboard heart painted sloppily with the words "Will You Be Mine?"

The lights flicker and spark before shutting off, plunging the scene into complete darkness. The music comes to a stop as well, silence resounding through the narrow tunnel. It only takes a second for Kacchan to realize that Kaminari and his overzealous electrification is likely to blame.

Damn Kirishima. I told him not to get Sparky involved. Katsuki thinks bitterly, standing up in the boat to look around for an exit. Everything is pitch black.

The boat rocks uncertainly beneath his feet, and he feels Izuku's hand grasp his own. The green haired hero slowly pulls Katsuki back into his seat. "Be careful Kacchan - you're going to tip us into the water! This boat doesn't seem so sturdy."

Katsuki grudgingly sits down. The damn nerd's probably right. He blushes when he notices that Izuku hasn't let go of his hand.

"You know, Kacchan, I was really surprised when you agreed to go on this ride with me. It really doesn't seem your style." He hears caution in Izuku's voice. The damn nerd isn't going to force him to move faster than he's ready to. They both know there is a mutual attraction between them, but neither have been ready to act on it until now.

Maybe it's the horrifically corny magic of Class 1B's Tunnel of Love. Or maybe it's the comfort of the total darkness surrounding them. Whatever it is - Katsuki suddenly feels brave enough to make a move.

"I knew those nerds from Class 1B wouldn't be able to pull this off. I figured this death trap would kill you - and I can't have you die before I have a chance to surpass you." Bakugo is cringing at his own words. He has zero rizz.

"I appreciate it." Izuku says, giving his hand a squeeze. Bakugo's heart starts beating double time, and his nerves are pissing him off.

"Listen, Deku. Let's drop the bullshit. Can I just kiss you already?" His face is beat red, but luckily Izuku can't see it.

Izuku's hand goes slack in surprise. Oh, shit. Katsuki panicks - has he read this entire situation wrong?!

"Ok this is stupid - forget I said anything dumbass!" Katsuki roughly pulls his hand away from Izuku, moving to stand up. This boat can go straight to hell, and he has no problem walking through a few feet of water to get away from this damn nightmare.

But just as he's getting up to leave - Izuku's hand reaches out and grabs him again in a vice-like grip. He pulls Katsuki roughly back into his seat.

"Kacchan..." Izuku reaches out blindly with both hands until he manages to find Katsuki's chin. His fingers feel more calloused than Katsuki would have imagined, toughened up from years of hero training. Once Izuku manages to find his friend, he slowly brings their faces together, fumbling a little in the dark. Izuku manages to kiss the corner of Katsuki's mouth, but with a little teamwork they adjust and find each other.

It's a slow kiss, and it's sweet. Izuku's mouth is softer than Katsuki could have ever imagined and the feel of it leaves him shaky. When Katsuki doesn't pull away, Izuku gains more confidence, his fingers moving to thread into the explosion hero's thick blond hair. The touch has Katsuki seeing stars - no one has ever caressed him so intimately.

Within minutes, he's trying to pull Izuku into his lap. He grips his friend's waist as he kisses him fiercely. Years of tension and unsaid words spur them on, causing their lips to collide again and again until...the lights snap back on.

Izuku and Katsuki are left blinking numbly as the gooey Spotify playlist starts up again. With a lurch, the swan boat starts moving forward again. The two scramble, trying to regain their composure as the end of the ride nears. Izuku climbs sheepishly out of Katsuki's lap, and Katsuki furiously tries to get his hair back to normal. Both are blushing like mad - they can barely look at each other.

A few moments later, the ride comes to an end. The swan boat moves jerkily back into the sunlight, and TetsuTetsu greets them with a grin at the exit. Katsuki groans internally - he has no doubts that Kirishima filled TetsuTetsu in on their plans.

"Sorry about the technical difficulties, looks like we had a little bit of electrical trouble." He says good-naturedly, swinging a wooden plank around to connect their boat to land. Izuku shakily exits the boat, walking lightly across the board.

"Thanks TetsuTetsu. Appreciate it." Izuku walks quickly through the exit, trying to hide the blush on his freckled face.

"Anytime bro." TetsuTetsu waves Izuku off, then turns to face Katsuki. "Enjoy the ride?" He says with a wink.

"Like hell I did!" Katsuki grunts, crosses the plank and pushing TetsuTetsu roughly to the side. He chases after Izuku but the festival is too crowded - the green haired nerd is nowhere to be found. "Damn."

Immediately, he feels his phone buzz in the pocket of his jeans. He fumbles to pull it out, seeing a text from Deku blinking across the screen. With shaking fingers, he opens the message and drinks in two quick sentences: Meet me in the dorms. Let's finish what we started.

Katsuki grins stupidly despite himself. "That damn nerd."

He makes a beeline for the 1A dorm building.