#so nick will just record himself doing every fucking little thing

[secrettastemakerland]

Judy and Nick developing the instinct to hold onto the other’s paw when they’re feeling anxious/uncomfortable/scared. and when they’re inevitably in a situation where they’ve been separated and they legit do not know how to cope

Yeah.... 🥺

[pearlzier]

︵︵ DAY TWO ﹐ OVERSTIMULATION ☆

ᰍִ ꒰ KINKTOBER. ִ✧ㅤㅤ masterlist

NOTES .ᐣ why do i do this to myself LMFAOO im far too busy to be doing kinktober but here we are..... ana makes a decision and regrets it immediately after :3 but haii chris is so fine

WARNINGS .ᐣ overstimulation. oral (f!recieving). dom!chris. sub!reader. afab!reader. breast play. use of pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, babe etc.)

"TASTE SO GOOD, BABY, FUCK," chris had practically been latched onto your cunt the moment he'd walked in and put his bags down—he'd barely given you time to process the fact he was back as he'd spread your legs wide and settled himself between within record time. god, he'd missed the taste of you, it'd been far too long away from it. sure, he missed the feeling of your cunt taking him so perfectly when he fucked you, or the warmth of your mouth when you suckd him off, but nothing compared to making you feel good like this with his head between your thighs.

his excuse was he'd been away from you with matt and nick for about a week. the two of you had obviously phoned, messaged, that kind of thing, but it wasn't enough. chris didn't go away much, he stayed at home more often than not, and being away from you? it took a lot out of him. so he was more than a little desperate to get his hands on you when he'd finally gotten back to the house. and now he was on you again? impossible to get him off.

"shit, chris," it's hard to talk with the rhythmic bumping of chris' nose against your clit, his tongue gliding through your wet folds and lapping up your juices as much as he possibly could. it's like he doesn't even need to breathe, it's insane. he hadn't gone up for air in.. what, a while? it felt like forever. especially for you, considering you're the one getting all the pleasure from it. judging from how he's humping the bed, however, maybe he's getting off on it too. "oh my god," you're lost for damn words.

"such a pretty pussy, mmh, missed this so bad," you're surprised he can talk as fluently as he is with his face pressed up against your warmth. "got withdrawal, y'know? can actually result in death if i don't eat you out at least once every few days," he was a fiend. absolutely obsessed with the taste of you and making you feel good. the death grip on your thighs tells you absolutely everything, this man is living his best life right there and he isn't moving. certified eater, whatever you wanted to call it, but he's between your thighs and you're just gonna have to suck it up and ride it out. "can you breathe?"

he lifts his head a little, "just fine, ma," before he starts kissing and sucking at your clit, completely flooring any plans you'd had of speaking with just a few suckles of his mouth. chris doesn't care about getting messy, how your juices trickle down his chin and the way his lips get a little puffy from working so hard, he'd do this over and over again just to see you happy. his soft moans send vibrations through you, starting at your clit in his mouth before running up your body in a burst of warmth.

it's when he starts circling your entrance with his fingers that you actually realise how long the two of you are gonna be here. you'd wondered whether this was just gonna be foreplay and he'd ease his cock inside of you soon enough but the introduction of his fingers met he was gonna be entertaining himself with you a lot longer than you'd thought. not that you mind, you're just as here for it as he is. "chris," you let out, a whiny sound, when he finally pushes his fingers into you with a little thrust forward.

he looks up at you, then, his blue eyes dilated to the point of being near black, all the while paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves whilst his fingers slowly ease inside of you. "so fuckin' wet, baby. all for me? shit, musta' missed me so much.." he's not even paying attention to how his fingers start to thrust in and out of you, it's all muscle memory by now. he's done this whole thing so many times with you he could do it with his eyes closed, with one hand, whatever you wanted.

"missed you so bad," you whisper, shamelessly sliding your hand upwards on your chest under your shirt to grasp your tit in your hand, rolling your fingers over your nipples as you knead the soft flesh. chris groans at the sight of that, only urging him to keep going. his fingers curl upwards towards that sweet spot inside you, brushing up against it and making the purposeful motion of rubbing against it with every movement. your fingers tighten around your nipples, and you cry out a soft sound, hips instinctively bucking towards his face.

"keep playing with your tits f'me, baby," chris mumbles into your pussy, his lips wet and slick with your arousal as he runs his tongue over you. "that's it.. makin' me jealous, honey, might have t'pay attention t'em in a second." you squeeze your breasts together, thumbs rolling over your hard buds and making your cunt pulse as chris continues eating you out. "m'gonna.." you could feel your orgasm hurtling itself towards you, not sneaking up on you, no, it wanted you to know it was coming. the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, curled against your sweet spot, it makes your head spin.

"gonna come all over my face?" chris asks, only lapping at you in sloppier, messy motions. "gonna make a mess for me? go on then, sweetheart, there we go," he growls, and the vibrations manage to send you over the edge, your thighs trembling around his face and squeezing him there so he wouldn't move away. not that he'd dream of it, anyway, but just a precaution. "taste so good, soaking my face," you'd expect chris to move away from your oozing pussy once he'd helped you through your orgasm, but he's not deterred by suffocating in your juices, he only keeps going.

"chris, i—" you go to speak, to tell him you need a moment, but he gives you a tight squeeze of your ass and a few rougher pumps of his fingers to tell you that, well—"m'not finished, baby, so you gotta wait till m'done," he wasn't finished with you, there was no time to lose, he had to pull another orgasm out of you again, and again, and again. he was making up for his time away from you, after all. so, he kept going.

"too much, too.." you gasp, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up once more. your head's spinning a little, fuzzy from your first climax blending into the upcoming second one. "you can give me another one, right, babe? c'mon, i ain't asking for much, just another one," he wants to feel your cunt twitch in his mouth, your sticky pussy against his face after coming for him a million times over. he's not asking for much, right? "gonna give me another one," he tells you, like he's already decided.

you're whining, bottom lip quivering as he continued his assault on your cunt. "feels too good, i can't.." you don't know whether you could take any more after this, coming a second time seemed like enough. you're subconsciously grinding yourself against his face, which makes chris smile. "sayin' you can't take anymore but you're fuckin' yourself on my face, huh? you lyin' to me?"

"not lying, no, no.. just.." another whine escapes you when he laughs, a mixture of embarrassment and the feel of the vibration causing you to let out that sweet sound. chris was relentless, he wouldn't stop until he had you trembling due to him once again. "s'gonna happen again, m'gonna come, shit, shit, shit—" his fingers curl further, and he starts to lick around your fluttering hole where his fingers are to get you over that edge once more.

"come for me, baby, there we go, wasn't hard, was it? you could take more. can take more," he rambles, moving away from you for a moment to give you some much needed reprieve. his tongue makes gentle circles against your inner thigh now, something to occupy him as your thighs shook and you recovered from your second orgasm within the span of a few minutes. but, he's not satisfied for long. "you ready?"

"ready for what..?" you ask, voice a little breathy and weak from how spent you were. your eyes meet his, hands grasping at your tits still almost in comfort, and chris scoffs quietly at your question as if it was dumb to ask. "you're gonna come on my tongue 'n' fingers again, and then m'gonna fuck you on my cock. so hold on tight, would you?"

yeah, you were gonna be here for a while.

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[letslickclub]

.Thin Walls.

Nicholas Chavez x Reader

Summary: Nicholas, the college boy next door, cannot give you any peace and quiet, so you give him a piece of your mind.

Contains: Smut, m/f head, choking, doggy style, ass slapping, sex, breast play.

As you lay in your warmly lit dorm trying to decompress from the stress of the week, you can't get past the sounds of moaning noises seeping through your dorm room walls.

Every night since you've arrived on campus there has been obnoxious noise coming from the room next door, of course, you got put in the co-ed building.

Nicholas Chavez was the most infamous boy on campus. He was good at everything whether it was football, theater, flirting, sex, or being a total dick head. Most of all he was best at annoying you.

It seemed like you were the only person in the world who didn't fall under the charm of his pearly white smile and big dick.

You rolled your eyes as the moans next door got more obnoxiously loud now being followed with the clapping of skin. It was common for Nicholous to be whoring out frequently as every girl was willing to get on their hands and knees for him.

Sometimes you like to have a little fun and bang on the wall to let him know how much of a lovely floormate he his and his consideration for other's ears and imagination.

As your fist pounded against the thin wall the man whore next door only thrusted faster, the girl letting it known she just came. It was always the women who cried out "OH NICK JUST LIKE THAT."

He on the other hand only made sounds with his body.

Minutes after they finished you heard the girl leaving, they laughed in the hallway as Nicholas sent her on her merry way, because never would thee Nicholas Chavez formally date a woman.

When her footsteps faded past your door, more arrived followed by a knock.

When you opened it, lo and behold, was the dick head himself propped up leaning in your doorway like a douche.

he looked down at your semi revealing tank top and bed shorts before making eye contact with you again.

"What." you said as unimpressed and annoyed as possible.

he smirked, "You know Y/N, I would really appreciate if you could keep the banging noise on the wall down, it's kind of distracting, I'm flattered but I think masturbating to sounds next door is a serious illness to have."

"WHAT!" Your jaw dropped at the accusation, "That is not ...I wou- I would never do that" your face instantly flushing.

He snickered at your embarrassed reaction entertained by the redness in your cheeks.

"Calm down Y/N it was just a joke, I know a quiet girl like you wouldn't do something as naughty as that."

He was doing it, the sexy charm thing, with the smile, and the eyes, and the teeth, and UGHHHHH.

You defended yourself trying to ignore his last comment " For the record, I was trying to get some peace and quiet, which I have not had all semester thanks to your various noises! You think you can do whatever you want!"

Nicholas seemed annoyed by your commentary on his living habits, rolling his eyes in response, "I think your just jealous someone is getting a little action around here, if you wore more outfits like this, I think you'd be quite the catch Y/N" he said looking down at your chest.

You weren't wearing a bra and the chill from the hallway started to sink in causing Nicholas' gaze to sneakily avert to your breast, his tongue slightly sweeping his bottom lip.

You noticed and quickly grew conscious, covering your chest by crossing your arms.

"Why don't you worry a little less about what I'm wearing and a little more about not catching STDs from all the girls you fuck."

Tension started to grow as each of you sneered at each other. "Fuck off," said Nicholas.

"You're the one at my door harassing me!" you replied intensely.

He smirked though his annoyance, " just thought I would say hello" he said before disappearing into his room shutting his door.

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It was no surprise that Nicholas didn't give a single fuck about keeping his noises down, as the semester ended finals were sucking the energy out of you.

music blared through the walls disturbing your peace of mind. You felt anger bubbling up inside of you wishing to get one single night of peace and quiet.

Almost everyone had left for break already but of course the one person still lingering had to be the one to push your buttons.

It was 1 am for fucks sake you thought rolling around in your bed trying to block out the bass vibrations with a pillow.

You had been pushed to your limit with Nicholas, you stormed out of bed throwing your robe over your lack of clothes consisting of a crop and panties.

This time you weren't banging on the wall; you were at his door.

After about five pounds on the door, it whipped open revealing a very tan, and very shirtless Nicholas.

"Why hello Y/N, what a pleasant surprise." he said with that charming smile the music still at full volume.

You sneered at his cockiness, "Cut the bullshit dickhead" you pushed past him to the speaker turning it off.

He shut the door behind him entertained by your anger, "You know Y/N if you wanted to get me alone you could have just asked."

"I don't want you, what I want is some peace and quiet" you replied.

He slowly walked over to you, towering over your frame, a slight smile on his lips. Your eyes locked with his dark brown ones.

"Is that really what you want?" he questioned with mockery on his tongue. "Because maybe im sick of you, maybe you're the one that needs to shut up, just maybe, im gonna be the one that has to do it. "

His eyes only grew darker as he looked down, you felt small under his words, letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

"Not so outspoken now huh?" he taunted "You just couldn't stay away, I think apart of you likes to yell at me, to get close." You were still silent under his gaze.

He started backing you up against the wall keeping you from escaping. "I couldn't complain though, I like seeing you in your little night outfits."

Your back was pressed against the wall, you hated Nicholas and hated how bad you like being under him right now. You felt the sensation between your legs grow the longer you held eye contact.

In the silence he started to play with the tie of your robe, his other hand reaching around your back pulling you closer. You were completely under his spell.

The tension became unbearable for you lifting your heels from the ground to brush your soft lips against his. Before you could properly kiss, his hand gently wrapped around your neck stopping you, earning a breathy whine from your lips.

His mouth twitched before completely melting them into yours fully. He was so annoying, and rude, and fucking sexy picking you up to wrap your legs around his torso.

Nicholas carried you over to the bed laying you down, pulling the satin tie on your robe revealing your body. "Oh Y/N" he whispered under his breath as he eyed up your skimpy panties and exposed torso, your braless breast barley covered by the college crop top.

His big soft hands traveled up your skin removing your panties and top. "Fuck your even more beautiful than what I've imagined." his hands grabbed at your exposed breast causing you to moan out.

"Oh, fuck Nick" the nick name rolling off of your tongue as he kissed and bit your nipples, leaving you with hips rolling desperate for friction.

Your lips met again, both of your hands in a frenzy to grab anything and everything, Nick's hand was buried in your hair the other fondling your breast.

Your palm wondered down to the bulge in his grey sweats, he groaned at the sensitive touch, his sound pushing you to take control and straddle his lap flipping the two of you.

On top of him you rolled your bare heat against his clothed bulge, you grew more bold crawling to rip his pants and Calvin Klein boxers off, his huge cock springing free. His red tip aching for touch.

Without hesitation you took his length deep in your mouth, Nick letting his head fall back against the wall with his large hands framing your head in place guiding your movements.

You sucked hard and deep causing Nick to fall apart. "Mmmm you're so good at this uhhh ff- fuck Y/n." This is the first time you've ever heard his pleasure, and you liked it.

"It's my turn now" he breathed taking dominance and pinning you under him. Quickly he made his way down to your pussy, gently giving it a peck, those dark eyes making contact with yours before boldly licking a long stripe.

You writhed on the bed, with every lick and tongue swirl your back arched further off the mattress. His lips wrapped around your clit sucking hard causing you to shake "oh my fucking god Nick im getting so close."

His lips curled into a smile as he stopped giving attention to your desperate cunt earning a groan from you.

you squealed as he flipped you over on your stomach sticking your ass up in the air. He gave it a smack "so funny to think a brat like you would be bent over like this for me, doesn't seem like you hate me after all."

"Fuck you" you said with your face buried in the mattress.

"No, but ill fuck you" Nick said before sliding his thick member into your pussy, sinking himself deep doggystyle. The sensation burned due to his size, letting you adjust to his length rubbing circles on your thigh.

Slow thrust turned into quick ones, the sound of moans and skin slapping filling the room. Nick pulling on your hips as he snapped his.

Nick reached his hand pulling your back to his chest, his fingers snuck down to circle your clit as his cock pounded you dumb, "I ugh Nick mmmm I cant-"

"What baby you gonna cum on this cock, make it yours" Nick responded before giving you three deep and hard thrust, he pulled your head back against his shoulder while you shook from the high.

He pulled out of you as you turned to catch his cum on your chest, jerking off his high with a deep groan of your name.

Nick wiped you up before crawling into the small bed with you, you thought of how sweet he was actually being."

"Still think im insufferable" he laughed while pulling you closer.

"Definitely" you responded humorously accepting his warmth, drifting off to sleep.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------Authors Note: Hi, I hope you enjoyed! I've never written smut so let me know what you think and if you have any writing suggestions!

[rainbowsuitcase]

Ice is woken up way too early by insistent knocking on the door of his room. Wondering what could possibly have caught on fire before 0800 in the morning, he opens the door trying to blink sleep out of his eyes and freezes when he's met by a very angry looking Nick Bradshaw.

"I really didn't think you'd stoop that low," Goose scoffs at him.

Ice glances down at himself. He's wearing dark boxers with no embarrassing pattern and the old USNA shirt he sleeps in is a little worn out, sure, but also clean. He knows his hair is a mess but c'mon, he just woke up, whose wouldn't be?

He concludes that he has no idea what Goose is talking about. "Uhm, what?"

"Don't play stupid, Kazansky. You know what you did."

Oh. This is about something in the past.

Ice still has no idea what though. "I... have not had a hangover in quite some time, so yes, I can say I remember just about everything I did lately-"

Goose interrupts him with a hissed, "That's really all you have to say to me?"

"-and I have no idea which of those things could have possibly pissed you off this much."

"Fuck you too, Tom." Oh no, not the first name. "What did Mav ever actually do to you?"

Ice is just more and more confused by the second. Is he still asleep? Is that why nothing's making sense? Mav did... quite a lot to him just a couple days ago, but Ice sincerely doubts Goose actually wants to hear about any of that.

"Uhm- not much lately?" he tries slowly. "Which I guess is actually impressive now that I think about it?"

"I'm not fucking around, Tom," Goose growls, leaning forward to get in his face. "Why did you punch him?"

"I... punched him?" Is this a joke? It's way too early for this.

"I fucking saw the bruise," Goose doesn't sound like he's joking. "Mav's refusing to tell me anything. What the fuck did you do to him?"

Ice tries to take a deep breath but no, he's not lacking oxygen, his lungs feel fine, his head doesn't hurt and this isn't making any sense. "You saw... the bruise?"

"Tom, I swear to God I'm gonna give you a bruise if you don't stop repeating what I'm saying and start answering!"

"Okay!" Ice exclaims, lifting his hands palms up because threats from Mother Goose should never be taken lightly, even by a very confused recipient. "Okay, uhm... what bruise did you see?"

"The one on his hip!" Goose shouts and Ice realizes too late that that was the wrong thing to say. "Is there more than one? What the fuck, man?"

"I- the bruise on Mav's hip-" Ice winces. He can't exactly say he didn't put it there, but he's not sure that admitting it's not really a bruise is such a good idea either.

And thankfully, before he's forced to find out, there's shouting from down the hallway. "Goose!" And that's Maverick running toward them. "Goose, stop! Ice didn't hurt me!"

Goose politely gets out of Ice's face and huffs. "How'd you know I was here?"

Mav is breathing hard, grabbing at his chest - did he run the whole way here? And he's still wearing his sleeping shirt too, with a stain on the collar, though he's taken the time to put on actual pants at least.

Gasping for air, he still does his best to answer. "Well I- I woke up and you weren't there and... You got so pissed last night, it wasn't that hard to figure out. But I swear, Goose-" he straightens up and raises his voice, "-Ice didn't punch me!"

"You don't have to defend him just because we used to be friends." Well, that emphasis hurts. But Ice is sure- he's hoping that they'll be fine once this gets cleared up.

"You can still be friends!" Mav throws his hands up in a frantic gesture. "He didn't do anything to me I didn't want!"

Goose freezes on the spot, anger melting into confusion at record speed. "What?"

And because apparently, Ice before 0800 is in the business of digging graves, he clears his throat. "Yeah, I... didn't exactly make that bruise with my hands."

And because apparently, Mav is a little shit in any and every situation, he meets Goose's wide eyes with a grin. "The one on my thigh, though-"

"Nope!" Goose raises his hands. "No, shut up, I don't need to hear more! I..." he hesitates, looking back at Ice. "I am very sorry for waking you up, Ice. And for yelling at you... And I'm gonna give two some space now! Happy for you both!"

He backs away slowly, giving them two thumbs up until he turns around and sets out at a fast pace.

Ice looks down at Mav and sighs, "That went well. You couldn't have just told him?"

Mav's smile dims. "I didn't think he'd react that badly," he mumbles. "Just wanted to keep you to myself for a while."

That's so damn sweet.

And, well. Mav is here, looking all ruffled and soft from sleep, and there's no one else around.

Ice puts a hand on his shoulder. "You do have me for yourself, Mav." And then he leans down to kiss his boyfriend.

[chrissvalentine]

✧˖*° ࿐ on cam. ⋆· ˚ ༘ *

read part two & part three

pairing: enemy!chris sturniolo x reader

summary: reader & matt are fwb, and chris seems a little jealous

warnings: SMUTTTT, dom!chris, oral, unprotected, roughhh, degrading names (slut, etc.), slapping, use of ma/baby, camera/recording, praise kink, choking if you squint, arguing

you and chris had known eachother since you were kids, just like you had with the two other triplets. so matt and nick were confused when you two had suddenly become distant and rude towards each other in car videos.

so, they decided you and chris needed some alone time to work out whatever conflict had been going to between the two of you. so, they set you two down on their living room couch, and told you both exactly that. after that, they had left you two alone, and went to the store to get some things for tomorrows wednesday video.

the second nick and matt stepped out of the door, you shot up from the couch to leave this situation as soon as possible.

you're quickly stopped by chris grabbing your arm, and pulling you back down onto the couch.

he looks at you like he wasn't the one who ruined your friendship.

the truth was, you and chris had something going on a few years back. but you cut it off, and went back to being friends. for awhile, you had no idea why he had started being such a jerk to you in recent months. but eventually you pieced together a suspicion that it could be about what's going on between you and matt.

you and matt hadn't had anything truly serious going on. just flirting, and occasional making out, but chris didn’t know that.

but apparently that hadn't stopped chris from being jealous, because he speaks in a playful tone, "i know what's going on between you and my brother."

you look at him confidently, and respond confidently as well. "okay.. do you want a cookie?"

chris rolls his eyes at you and inches closer to you on the couch. he grips your wrist tighter, which causes you to whimper softly in response.

chris isn't saying anything, so you decide to speak up again, "i don't understand why your upset with me chris, i thought you would be over us by now."

chris responds swiftly, like he had already had this conversation in his head before it happened. "i am over us, but i'm not over us if your with my brother."

you look at him confused, you understand that he could be jealous, but that's not like him. he could literally get any girl he wanted. "chris, what? are you seriously jealo-"

he cuts you off by slamming your faces together, his hand that was gripped tightly on your arm suddenly moves to your waist.

he pulls you closer to him, almost onto his lap as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. you allow him entrance as your mouth opens and a soft whimper falls out.

his grip on your hips tightens as the kiss deepens. chris can't help himself, the desire to make you his becoming stronger with each second.

you pull away from the kiss for a slight moment, just long enough for him to pull you fully onto his lap, his forehead resting against yours as you try to catch your breath.

he glances at your swollen lips, and gently traces his thumb over them.

"you have no idea what you do to me." he says, before starting to move his hips around to create friction, just where you want it.

"i've been trying so hard to stay away from you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck as he speaks.

“but you just can’t help yourself, huh? went and got with my brother like the slut you are.”

he places soft kisses along your neck, his teeth lightly nibbling at your skin. his hands begin to roam all over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he's trying to memorize every curve and detail.

his kisses become more intense, his tongue swirling against your skin as his hands grab your hips, and slowly grind you against him.

"chris. fuck," you mumble into the kiss.

he suddenly breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. he runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to regain his composure.

he tugs at your shirt, motioning for you to take it off. you oblige as he reaches for something behind the couch. his hands searching for something specific, and finally grasping it.

chris pulls out a camera.

his eyes linger on you as you take off your shirt, biting his lip softly as he watches the reveal of your skin.

"your so beautiful," he whispers before motioning for you to take your shorts off. you comply, as he swiftly pulls off his shirt and sweatpants.

you cover your body with your arms, just for chris to take them off so he can see your body. "ma, let me see you." he mumbles.

chris then takes out the camera, and starts recording as he slowly takes off your bra.

he pans the camera down to your bare tits, "fuck, baby" he mumbled as you breathed deeply, unable to move as he moves the camera down to your lap.

"now your panties," he requests.

"but- your filiming. i-" you stuttered.

"so? strip." he interrupted

again, you do as he says. you slowly take off your panties as he spins you around for the camera. you couldn't help but notice how much his demanding tone turned you on. you maintained eye contact with him as you discarded your panties on the floor.

"so sexy, ma" he praised

chris discarded his boxers as he gave the camera a better view of your exposed body.

"shit," he groaned as he inched closer towards you.

you slowly turned around, to hopefully give him and the camera a better view. he snickered before running his hands past your tits, and up to your neck.

"you gonna let your little 'boyfriends" brother fuck you, slut?" he whispered while gently squeezing his hand around your neck.

his actions caused you to whimper, as he brought his free hand down sharply against your skin. his hand then slides down past your waist, pulling you even tighter against him.

"chris, please." you whisper, your voice strained with effort.

"what? use your words ma," he teased, clearly knowing what you wanted, but wanting to hear you say it.

"chris please fuck me," you plead desperately, needing him inside you.

chris chuckled, letting go of you and pushing you onto the couch. he pumped himself with his free hand before lining himself up with your pussy. his tip teased you as you looked back at the camera with a grin.

as you focus on the camera, he snickered again just before shoving himself quickly into your pussy. he smiled as he noticed he captured your face in that moment on camera.

"chris," you cried out, as he slapped your ass again.

"can't take my dick slut? i know you can." he huffed

at his sudden actions, you feel your walls clench as you adjust to his size. before you could make any more noise, chris brings his free hand to your face, and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth.

"you're taking me so well baby." he dryly praised as he adds another finger into your mouth.

chris continues slamming in and out of you as you suck on his fingers. your whimpers become louder and louder with each thrust. this whole time, he's making sure the camera gets a perfect view of everything happening.

"who fucks you better?" he suddenly groaned.

"what..? fuck," you replied confused.

"who fucks you better, slut? me or my brother,"

"you.. fuck, you fuck me better chris," you panted.

chris smirked at your response. as you feel your orgasm approaching, your walls begin to clench around chris' dick. looking back at him for approval, he grants it while chasing his own.

"that's it. fuck, come for me baby." he groaned as you felt your orgasm reach its highest point.

"get on your knees baby," chris ordered. you followed and settled down on your knees as you looked up at him, still holding the camera.

"open your mouth," he demanded as he ran his free hand through your hair before using it to pump himself, before entering your mouth. you took him all the way to the back of your throat, with his free hand gripped against the back of your head.

"fuck, that's it.. i'm close," he whimpered as he began to thrust into your wet mouth. your eyes formed tears as he released down your throat.

he slowly pulled out of your mouth, holding your jaw with his free hand. showing the camera the mess he had made.

he saved the video as you panted, trying to catch your breath.

"chris! what if someone sees that??" you whispered, embarrassed.

"that's the point sweetheart." he snickered as he put the camera down.

a/n: 😬😬 how do we feel… first time writing smut..

[starwikia]

so like are we done with the idea that james is a victim of the internet harassment mob or whatever you guys like to call it when in reality no one like forced him to be part of the public eye again. he had multiple times to disengage but he threw himself head first into the spotlight with some half assed apology where he used his dead mom, illiterate dad, and like 293 mental illnesses that he was in the right to do a widdle plagiarism but it’s not his fault! it’s everyone else’s fault for not being nice to him about it!!! how dare these people bring these issues to the public not thinking how james would feel about it! like ppl are forgetting there was notable period of time james went off air entirely. and every time he’s jumped back it’s always attempts to paint himself as the victim.

like be real for a second if anyone was weaponizing the internet harassment machine it was james somerton. he knew what he was doing when he posted that note. he knew the shit his victims would get for having the crime of (checks notes) voicing out their issues with him. he knew there’s people out there who are foaming at their mouths to use anything they can get their hands on as a “gotcha!” at hbomberguy (right wing people yes, but don’t act like it’s just them i’ve seen plenty of lefties trying to prove they’re superior to harry). they don’t give a shit about james, not really. he’s the dude who hbomb did a “hit piece” (yes that’s a term i’ve seen people use) and that’s what matters.

not to mention the writing that’s also very clearly targeting nick who’s basically cut ties with him at this point. james pushed all the burden on nick by saying it’s their fault, actually. he’s one of the co-writers and everything going to shit was nick’s fault when they had the audacity to move. james is faultless! with james still trying to monetize stolen content on the blatant lie that he’s doing this for nick’s sake as a portfolio. acting as if nick isn’t an sentient human being who could upload their own content, as if nick would even want to be associated with james at this point. this isn’t a teenager being harassed for an honest mistake, this is a 35-year old con artist who’s stolen hundreds of thousands and peddled the most vile shit as actual history but realized he was in deep shit and weaponizes very serious mental health issues as a “i’m just a poor little gay baby!! my alter ego did it!!!”

for the record if you’re among the people who tried to wash down james’ crimes as “he just did plagiarism!! it wasn’t that bad of a crime!” fuck you, man. i’m not kidding.

the fact i’ve witnessed people whitewash his acts of racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism and misogyny (in fact i’m probably still missing a few things here), and say he’s being harassed by the internet just because he stole articles makes it so clear they have no fucking idea what they’re talking about. his shit isn’t fucking erased just bc he realized that he has to handle the consequences. he’s grasping at anything he can at this point to make sure that even if he’s not coming back, he’s sure as hell trying to take anyone he fucking can down with him.

he doesn’t get a second chance to be a content creator at this point. he doesn’t get to show himself to do better. he needs to fucking leave. and if he tries to publicly make himself the victim then he better know that he’s going to get public backlash.

if anything situation proves to me that he can never be trusted with a public platform ever again because he will immediately guilt people into feeling sorry for him.

[enemiestolovershoe]

can i request a Matt x bsf!reader fic where the triplets and her and maybe a few friends do a roadtrip to do a camping trip or something and when it‘s chris turn to drive matt gets on the backseat beside you. you both get flirty pretty quickly. then at the bonfire they get a little touchy and then fuck in the tent as everyone got to sleep (or so they think) and the next morning chris and nick tease the shit out of them? :)

Tent of Temptation

Matt Sturniolo x bsf!reader

Summary: Y/N and Matt share a tense, intimate camping trip where unspoken feelings lead to a heated night in the tent, changing their relationship forever.

Words: 8k

Warnings. SMUT 18+, flirting, filth, use of yn, not proofread, lmk if you find more

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as you pulled into the familiar driveway of the Sturniolo triplets’ house. Your car door creaked as you pushed it open, the cool evening air brushing against your skin. You didn’t bother knocking; after all, this place was practically a second home.

"Yo, look who it is!" Matt’s voice called from the kitchen the moment you stepped inside. He leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed and an unmistakable smirk playing on his lips. "Took you long enough. What, were you deciding which pair of leggings would impress me the most?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. "Not everything’s about you, Matt."

"Sure, sure," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But for the record, you chose right."

"Matt, leave her alone," Nick said, walking in from the living room with a grin. "You’re scaring her off before she even sits down."

Chris was the last to appear, a bowl of popcorn in hand. "Seriously, Matt, chill. She hasn’t even told us why she’s here yet."

"Maybe she missed me," Matt quipped, still watching you.

"Or maybe I’m bored out of my mind," you shot back, making your way to the couch and plopping down. "Speaking of which, we need to talk about that."

Nick raised a brow. "Bored? You’re hanging out with us. Problem solved."

"No, I mean, like... bored, bored," you emphasized, throwing a glance around the room. "We do the same thing every time I’m here—movies, snacks."

"Hey, the last one’s a highlight," Matt interrupted with a grin, earning himself a playful glare from you.

"Let her finish," Chris said, sitting beside you.

You sighed dramatically, throwing your arms out. "I want to do something different! Something fun, something spontaneous! Like... like a road trip!"

"A road trip?" Nick repeated, his expression instantly lighting up.

"With camping!" you added quickly. "I’ve always wanted to go to a campsite by a lake—somewhere beautiful, peaceful. Imagine all of us in the middle of nowhere with a bonfire, roasting marshmallows, and just... I don’t know, being outside for a change."

"Say less," Matt said immediately, straightening up. "I’m in."

"Wait, what?" You blinked at him, surprised by his instant enthusiasm.

Nick and Chris exchanged looks before nodding in unison.

"Of course, we’re in," Chris said as if it were obvious.

"It sounds sick," Nick agreed. "Road trips are always a vibe."

"Yeah, and if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get to sit next to me in the car," Matt added with a wink.

You scoffed. "If I’m lucky? More like unlucky."

"Don’t fight it," he teased, leaning a little closer.

Chris smirked and looked between the two of you. "Are we going to plan or is this just gonna turn into the Matt and Y/N show?"

"Shut up," you and Matt said at the same time, earning laughter from both Nick and Chris.

"So, we’re actually doing this?" Nick asked, his tone laced with excitement.

"Absolutely," you said firmly, already picturing the adventure. "I’ll start looking up campsites."

"And I’ll make sure the cooler’s stocked," Matt added, his gaze lingering on you with a playful intensity.

"Can we at least survive one evening without flirting?" Chris muttered, shaking his head.

"Not a chance," Matt shot back, grinning.

“Today’s Thursday. Let’s go Saturday morning so we have tomorrow to buy tents and groceries,” you suggested, pulling your knees up to your chest as you got comfortable on the couch.

“Saturday works for me,” Chris said, nodding. “Gives us enough time to figure everything out.”

“Tents? Groceries?” Matt’s brows furrowed in mock confusion as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, dangerously close to your shoulder. “I thought we were just winging it—grab some sleeping bags, raid the snack drawer, and call it good.”

“Yeah, because that worked so well last time we tried to plan something,” Nick shot back, rolling his eyes.

“Last time was fine!” Matt argued, throwing up his hands.

“You forgot the flashlight, the bug spray, and the actual sleeping bags,” Nick reminded him with a laugh.

Chris chimed in. “And we ended up eating cold granola bars for dinner because you didn’t think we’d need to bring food.”

“Okay, first of all,” Matt started, holding up a finger, “granola bars are a perfectly acceptable meal. And second—”

“Second, you’re not in charge of anything this time,” you cut him off with a grin.

Matt looked at you, feigning offense. “You wound me, Y/N.”

“You’ll live,” you teased.

“Barely,” he shot back dramatically, his gaze lingering on you for a second too long before he smirked. “But only if you promise to help me with the tent.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said with a shrug, trying to ignore the way your cheeks warmed under his playful stare.

Chris clapped his hands, pulling everyone’s attention. “Okay, so tents, groceries, a cooler for drinks, and a portable grill for cooking—what else?”

“Bug spray,” Nick said immediately.

“Flashlights,” Chris added.

“A playlist,” Matt said, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

Nick snorted. “Of course, that’s where your priorities are.”

“Hey, road trips need vibes,” Matt argued, shrugging. “I’ll even make it. Trust me, it’ll be fire.”

“That’s debatable,” you teased.

“Bet,” Matt said, raising a brow at you. “If it’s not the best playlist you’ve ever heard, you can... I don’t know, make me cook all the meals.”

“You cook?” you asked, skeptical.

He grinned. “For you? Sure.”

Chris groaned. “God, get a room already.”

“I’m literally sitting right here,” you said, throwing a pillow at him.

“So, we’re all set on supplies?” Nick interjected, trying to keep things on track.

“Not quite,” you said, a new idea forming in your head. “What if we invited more people? Like Sam and Colby?”

“Sam and Colby?” Chris repeated, his interest piqued.

“Yeah,” you said. “They’re always talking about how much they love the outdoors. Plus, they’d bring good energy.”

“And chaos,” Matt muttered, though he didn’t sound opposed.

“Come on, Matt,” you said with a grin. “You love chaos.”

“Fair point,” he admitted. “Who else?”

“Jake, Tara, Johnnie, and Carrington,” you added. “The more, the merrier, right?”

Nick looked thoughtful. “That could actually be fun. It’d feel like a whole squad trip.”

Chris nodded in agreement. “I like it. Plus, the more people we have, the less work for everyone. Sam and Colby can bring some of their ghost-hunting gear, too—imagine the stories we’d get around the fire.”

“Leave it to Chris to make camping spooky,” Matt said, shaking his head. “But fine, I’m in.”

“Of course, you’re in,” Nick said, smirking. “You’d go wherever Y/N goes.”

Matt didn’t miss a beat. “And you wouldn’t?”

Nick opened his mouth to argue but decided against it, raising his hands in surrender.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, so we’ll text everyone tonight and see who’s in. Sound good?”

“Perfect,” Chris said.

“Better than perfect,” Matt added, leaning a little closer. “Especially since it means I get to spend a whole weekend annoying you.”

“Or I could just leave you at the campsite,” you quipped.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, his grin widening.

“You wanna bet?”

“Bet,” he said, his tone challenging but playful.

Chris groaned. “This is gonna be the longest road trip of my life.”

After hours of tossing around ideas and playful banter, the four of you decided to call it a night. The excitement of the impromptu camping trip had everyone buzzing, but you all knew you’d need the next day to prep.

You stretched your arms above your head and let out a yawn as Chris turned off the TV. “I’ll just crash here tonight,” you said, glancing at Nick. “That way, we can hit Target first thing tomorrow morning.”

Nick nodded, already standing up and stretching. “Makes sense. You know the spare blankets are in the hall closet.”

“Don’t even think about it,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “I’m stealing your bed tonight. Your floor is all yours.”

Nick laughed. “Oh, is that how this works now?”

“Yes,” you said with a smug grin, crossing your arms.

“Fine, whatever,” Nick said with a dramatic sigh, heading toward the stairs. “I’ll sleep on the floor like the peasant I am. You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”

Chris smirked, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl. “If you two are done squabbling, I’m going to bed.”

Matt, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few minutes, finally spoke up as he leaned against the doorway. “You know, if you wanted a real bed, Y/N, you could’ve just asked to share mine.” His grin was sly, and his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Your eyes narrowed at him, though you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped. “In your dreams, Matty.”

“Every night,” Matt shot back, his tone dripping with playfulness.

“Okay, goodnight!” you said loudly, cutting off whatever comment was about to leave his mouth.

As Nick led you to his room, he glanced over his shoulder and smirked. “So… Matt, huh?”

You groaned. “What now?”

“You know what,” he said, stepping aside to let you into his room. “He’s been glued to you all night.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of Nick’s hoodies from the back of his chair and pulling it over your head. “Matt’s always like that. He lives to annoy me.”

“Not like that,” Nick said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “You seriously didn’t notice how flirty he was tonight?”

“Flirty?” you repeated, pausing mid-motion as you sat on the edge of his bed. “Matt? With me?”

Nick nodded, his expression serious but amused. “Like, extra flirty. He couldn’t stop staring at you. And the comments? Come on.”

You frowned, pulling your knees to your chest. “I don’t know… That’s just Matt being Matt, right? He teases everyone.”

“Yeah, but not like that,” Nick said. “Trust me, I’ve seen him flirt with other people, and this was different. He’s never that... persistent.”

You groaned again, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know, Nick. Maybe he’s just messing with me.”

Nick chuckled. “If he is, he’s committing to the bit. And for the record, I don’t think he’s just messing with you.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your voice muffled. “Why does this feel like high school all over again?”

Nick shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Because Matt has the emotional range of a teenager when it comes to you?”

You threw a pillow at him, your face burning. “Shut up.”

He laughed, dodging the pillow with ease. “I’m just saying, don’t be surprised if this trip gets... interesting.”

“Define ‘interesting,’” you said, narrowing your eyes.

“Let’s just say I wouldn’t be shocked if Matt tries to ‘accidentally’ share a tent with you,” Nick said, his grin widening.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly, though the thought made your stomach flip in a way you couldn’t quite understand.

“Whatever you say,” Nick said, moving to grab a spare blanket from the closet. “But if he does, you owe me twenty bucks.”

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered, burying your face in the blanket as Nick laughed.

As the two of you settled in for the night, you couldn’t help but replay the evening’s interactions in your mind. Matt’s playful comments, the way his eyes lingered a little longer than usual—it all made your head spin.

You didn’t have a clue what had gotten into him, but Nick’s words stayed with you as you drifted off to sleep.

The smell of coffee brewing filled the Sturniolo kitchen as you stood by the stove, flipping pancakes onto a plate. The clock on the microwave read 8:12 AM, and the house was still quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old floors. You figured the boys deserved a little extra sleep before the chaos of the day began, so you’d taken it upon yourself to make breakfast.

By the time the bacon was sizzling, you heard the faint shuffle of footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Chris rubbing his eyes as he trudged into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Chef Y/N,” he mumbled, sitting at the island and resting his chin on his hand. “What’s all this?”

“Figured I’d make breakfast,” you said, sliding a plate in front of him. “Gotta fuel up for Target.”

Chris perked up, grabbing a fork. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I do,” you teased, turning back to the stove.

One by one, Nick and Matt stumbled into the kitchen, their messy hair and half-open eyes telling you they were still waking up.

“Pancakes?!” Nick exclaimed, immediately reaching for a plate.

“Don’t touch mine,” Matt warned, sitting across from Chris and shooting a grin your way. “You really outdid yourself, Y/N. If you keep this up, I might have to keep you around permanently.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Keep me around? You’re lucky I haven’t left yet.”

Matt smirked, leaning back in his chair. “You’d miss me too much.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “Can you two not start flirting before 9 AM?”

Nick snorted, taking a big bite of his pancake. “Flirting? They’ve been doing this since yesterday. It’s like a bad sitcom.”

“Don’t encourage them,” Chris added with a groan.

“I’m sitting right here,” you said, placing the last of the bacon on a plate. “And for the record, Matt’s not my type.”

“Wow,” Matt said, clutching his chest dramatically. “That one hurt, Y/N.”

“You’ll survive,” you said with a smirk.

Once everyone was settled at the table, Chris cleared his throat. “By the way, I texted with Sam and Colby this morning. They’re in for the trip.”

You grinned. “Perfect. I’ll text Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington.”

Nick gave you a thumbs up as he stuffed his face with bacon, and Matt raised an eyebrow. “So, it’s gonna be a full-on party then?”

“Basically,” you said, pulling out your phone. “More people, more fun.”

It didn’t take long for your friends to respond. Tara was especially enthusiastic, sending a string of emojis in her reply, while Jake kept it simple with a thumbs-up. Johnnie and Carrington quickly followed with texts that said they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Okay,” you said, setting your phone down. “Everyone’s in.”

Two hours later, after cleaning up and getting ready, the four of you piled into Matt’s car. Chris took the driver’s seat, Matt claimed the front passenger side, and you were sandwiched in the back with Nick.

“You know, I could drive,” Matt said as Chris pulled out of the driveway.

Chris shot him a look. “You don’t trust me?”

“Not even a little,” Matt replied, grinning.

“Good,” Chris said with a smirk. “It’s mutual.”

The ride to Target was filled with music and bickering, mostly between Nick and Matt. By the time you arrived, you were more than ready to stretch your legs and get shopping.

“Okay,” you said as the four of you stood near the entrance. “We should probably split up. Matt and I can grab the camping equipment, and you two can handle the food.”

“Why do you get Matt?” Nick asked, crossing his arms.

“Because she can’t resist me,” Matt quipped, earning himself a glare from Nick.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, grabbing Matt by the arm and dragging him toward the outdoor section.

“You love it,” he replied, a smug grin on his face.

The two of you walked through the aisles, pausing at the camping section. Matt immediately gravitated toward the tents, running his hand over one of the packages. “So, what are we thinking? Something roomy?”

“Something functional,” you corrected, scanning the options.

Matt picked up a box with a picture of a two-person tent on the front. “This one’s perfect—for you and me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yeah, no.”

“What? It makes sense,” he said, holding up the box. “We’d only need one tent for the both of us. Saves money, saves space—”

“And puts me in a nightmare,” you interrupted, grabbing a different box. “We’re getting four double tents. One for each.”

Matt sighed dramatically, placing the box back on the shelf. “Fine. But when you get scared in the middle of the night and come running to my tent, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing a box into the cart. “You wish.”

“I do,” he replied smoothly, his smirk widening.

You ignored him and moved down the aisle to grab a few sleeping bags, though you could feel his gaze following you.

“You know,” Matt said as he picked up a lantern, “this whole trip would be way less fun without me.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” you said, trying to hide your smile.

By the time the two of you finished gathering camping supplies, you had a cart full of tents, sleeping bags, lanterns, and a portable stove. You met back up with Chris and Nick at the front of the store, their cart overflowing with snacks and groceries.

“Did you buy the entire snack aisle?” Matt asked, eyeing their cart.

“Don’t act like you’re not impressed,” Nick shot back, grinning.

Chris shrugged. “We like to be prepared.”

“Whatever,” you said, waving them off. “Let’s just check out and get this stuff loaded up.”

Saturday morning started early with alarms blaring at 6 AM. The house buzzed with energy as you and the triplets prepared for the road trip. Bags were double-checked, coolers filled, and snacks packed into the already-loaded Sturniolo van. By 8 AM sharp, you were on the road, and the excitement was palpable.

Matt took the first driving shift, with Chris riding shotgun. As usual, you sat in the middle row with Nick. But before pulling out of the driveway, Matt turned around in his seat, catching your eye.

“Y/N, if you want to switch spots with Nick, I’d be happy to have you closer,” he said with a wink.

Nick groaned. “Could you not?”

“Just offering,” Matt said, smirking as he started the van.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto your face.

By the time Matt pulled into the first stop around 10:15 AM, you were all more than ready to stretch your legs.

“Alright, pit stop,” Matt announced, turning off the engine. “Get whatever you need, but don’t take forever. We’ve got places to be.”

“Translation: Matt wants to rush so he can flirt with Y/N some more,” Chris muttered, earning a laugh from Nick.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Chris,” Matt shot back, opening his door.

Everyone piled out of the van, and you immediately headed toward the convenience store to grab a drink and find the bathroom. As you browsed the drink cooler, you spotted Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington walking in.

“Look who decided to show up,” you teased as Tara ran up to hug you.

“Traffic was a nightmare,” Jake said, looking exasperated.

Johnnie grinned. “But we’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

“Ready to rough it?” Carrington asked, grabbing a water bottle.

“More than ready,” you replied. “Let’s go outside before the guys start calling us.”

By the time you all regrouped at the parking lot, the energy was electric. Everyone was buzzing about the trip, and Tara was already planning photo ops for Instagram.

Matt leaned against the van, waiting for you with his signature smirk. “Took you long enough. Miss me?”

“Desperately,” you said dryly, brushing past him to put your drink in the cup holder.

As everyone settled back into their cars, Matt and Chris swapped places. Chris took over driving duties, with Nick calling shotgun this time. Matt, however, was quick to make his move, sliding into the backseat.

“Looks like it’s just us back here,” Matt said, buckling his seatbelt and giving you a playful nudge.

You sighed, trying to suppress a smile. “You could’ve stayed in the front.”

“And miss out on this quality time? No way,” he replied, leaning back and stretching his legs slightly. His knee brushed against yours, but he didn’t move away.

As the van pulled out of the rest stop, Matt leaned closer, his voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “You know, this seat’s way more comfortable with you next to me.”

You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your deal today? Did you eat extra sugar or something?”

“Can’t a guy just enjoy spending time with his favorite person?” he teased, his gaze flickering to yours.

“Favorite person?” you echoed, trying not to laugh. “Pretty sure that title belongs to Nick.”

Matt scoffed. “Nick wishes.”

“Hey!” Nick called from the front seat, craning his neck to look back. “What’re you two whispering about?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Matt replied smoothly, giving Nick a dismissive wave.

Chris glanced in the rearview mirror, clearly unimpressed. “Matt, if you keep this up, I’m kicking you out of the van.”

“Good luck finding someone else to charm Y/N,” Matt quipped, leaning back with a satisfied grin.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny the warmth creeping into your cheeks. For the next two hours, Matt kept up his antics, finding every excuse to lean closer or make some offhand comment that had you alternating between laughing and swatting him away.

By the time the van rolled into the campsite at 12:00 PM, you were equal parts annoyed and amused. As you stepped out and stretched, the others arrived in their cars, honking and waving.

The adventure was officially underway.

The group got to work setting up the tents, the campsite buzzing with activity as everyone figured out where to set up. Matt wasted no time staking out the spot directly next to yours.

“Dibs on this spot,” he announced loudly, dropping his bag dramatically beside your tent.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re awfully territorial for someone who just spent two hours driving.”

“Gotta keep an eye on you,” he said with a grin. “Make sure you don’t wander off and get lost.”

Nick rolled his eyes, setting up his tent on your other side. “More like he’s worried about someone else staking their tent here first.”

Chris, unbothered, pitched his tent next to Nick’s. “Yeah, because everyone’s just dying to camp next to Y/N.”

“Excuse me,” you said, feigning offense. “I’m an excellent tent neighbor.”

Matt leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Don’t listen to them. I think you’re perfect.”

You groaned, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heated. “Focus on your tent before you end up sleeping under the stars.”

Sam and Colby were already laughing as they unrolled their shared tent on the other side of the campsite, while Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Carrington wrestled with the poles of their massive four-person tent.

“This is like one of those team-building exercises,” Carrington joked, holding one end of the tent. “Except nobody knows what they’re doing.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jake shot back. “I’m practically a professional.”

Tara snorted. “Professional at what? Tangling ropes?”

Despite the banter, the tents slowly started taking shape, and once yours was done, you decided to take a break. The pull of the lake a little ways off was too strong to resist, and you headed there alone, enjoying the quiet as the others continued setting up.

The lake was stunning, its surface shimmering under the midday sun. You sat down on the grassy shore, taking a deep breath. As peaceful as it was, you couldn’t shake the strange knot in your stomach.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out, startling you. You turned to see Matt walking toward you, his expression soft but curious. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, though you weren’t convincing anyone, least of all Matt.

He sat down beside you on the ground, his knee brushing yours. “Come on. You don’t wander off like this unless something’s on your mind.”

You hesitated, looking out at the water. “I… I don’t know what’s going on, Matt.”

“What do you mean?” His brow furrowed as he leaned in slightly.

You sighed, struggling to find the words. “You flirting with me, Matt. You’ve never done that before, and we’ve been friends since kindergarten. But these past few weeks… it’s like you’ve flipped a switch or something.”

Matt stared at you for a moment, his mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he let out a frustrated laugh, running a hand through his hair. “I… I… Fuck, can I just show you?”

You blinked at him, taken aback by his sudden intensity. “Show me?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his eyes meeting yours.

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding.

Matt didn’t wait for any more confirmation. He leaned in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips met yours. The kiss was tentative at first, almost testing the waters. You froze for a second, surprised, but the warmth of his touch and the sincerity behind it melted your hesitation.

Before long, you kissed him back, the tentative nature of it quickly giving way to something more urgent. Matt’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his other hand rested on the ground beside you for support.

The world around you seemed to fade until the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you brought you both crashing back to reality.

You broke apart, whipping your head around to see Tara standing there, arms crossed and an amused smirk plastered on her face.

“I just wanted to let you guys know that lunch is ready,” she said, her tone teasing. “But I guess you were about to have your own lunch if I hadn’t caught you.”

Your cheeks burned as Matt groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Tara…”

“Relax,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m not going to say anything.”

“Please don’t,” Matt said quickly, looking up at her. “Not yet.”

You nodded, your voice small. “Yes, please, Tara.”

Tara grinned and stepped forward, pulling you into a quick hug. “Of course, babes. Your secret’s safe with me.”

She shot Matt a knowing look before turning on her heel and walking back toward the campsite, leaving the two of you in stunned silence.

Matt ran a hand through his hair and let out a small sigh as he stood, brushing dirt off his shorts. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” he said softly, extending a hand to you.

You hesitated for a second before slipping your hand into his. His grip was firm and steady, and you let him pull you to your feet.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, your heart still racing from everything that had just happened.

Hand in hand, you started walking back toward the campsite. Neither of you said much, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It felt… natural. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand a few times, and you could feel his warmth even in the cool afternoon breeze.

As the tents came into view, Matt slowed his pace slightly. You followed his lead, only letting go of his hand when you were close enough for the others to potentially see.

The rest of the day passed without much fanfare. Everyone was too busy settling in, unpacking, and making plans for the weekend to notice the lingering looks Matt kept shooting your way—or the way your gaze seemed to find him, no matter where he was.

By the time dinner rolled around, the group was gathered at the makeshift dining area near the firepit. The meal was simple but satisfying, and everyone chatted animatedly about their plans for tomorrow.

“I’m calling dibs on the best fishing spot,” Jake announced, pointing a fork at everyone.

“You don’t even know where the fishing spots are,” Chris countered, rolling his eyes.

“That’s why we’re exploring tomorrow,” Tara chimed in, nudging Jake.

As the conversation flowed, Matt’s shoulder brushed against yours, and you felt him subtly tap your leg with his knee under the table. When you glanced at him, he gave you a small, knowing smile, like you were sharing a secret no one else was privy to.

After dinner, the group moved to the bonfire, the flames crackling and casting warm, flickering light over everyone. The smell of burning wood filled the air as you settled into the circle of camping chairs. Unsurprisingly, Matt plopped down in the seat beside you.

The firelight highlighted the relaxed expression on his face, but you didn’t miss the way he kept stealing glances at you. Every now and then, his hand would brush yours as he adjusted in his seat, or his knee would bump yours as he leaned over to grab something.

“Hey, Y/N, you want a s'more?” Matt asked suddenly, holding out the makings of one.

You smiled. “Sure, thanks.”

He handed it to you, his fingers lingering just a little too long on yours. Chris, sitting across the fire, narrowed his eyes suspiciously but said nothing, instead turning his attention back to Sam and Colby, who were deep in conversation about tomorrow’s hike.

As the night wore on, one by one, people began calling it a night.

“I’m wiped,” Nick announced, stretching and yawning. “See you all in the morning.”

“Same,” Tara agreed, standing up and brushing off her shorts. “Don’t stay up too late, you two,” she added with a knowing smirk in your direction.

Once the others had all retreated to their tents, it was just you and Matt left by the fire. The crackling flames filled the silence as you both stared into the embers, the unspoken tension from earlier hanging between you.

“So,” Matt said after a moment, his voice quiet but steady. “About earlier…”

You glanced at him, your stomach flipping at the serious look in his eyes. “Yeah?”

He shifted slightly in his chair, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I know I kind of blindsided you with… all of that. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“You didn’t freak me out,” you said quickly, though your voice came out softer than you intended. “I was just… surprised, I guess.”

Matt nodded slowly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and the fire. “I’ve been wanting to say something for a while now, but I didn’t know how. And then, today, it just felt like… if I didn’t do something, I was gonna lose my mind.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Say something like what?”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Like… I like you, Y/N. More than a friend. More than I probably should. And I know we’ve been friends forever, and I don’t want to mess that up, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You felt a lump form in your throat as you tried to process what he was saying.

“Matt…” you started, your voice trailing off as you struggled to find the right words.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “I just… I needed you to know.”

You hesitated for only a moment before the words tumbled out of your mouth. “I like you too, Matt.”

Matt froze, his eyes widening slightly as he processed what you said. Slowly, a smile broke across his face, one of those genuine, heart-stopping smiles that made your chest tighten.

“You do?” he asked softly, like he needed to hear it again to believe it.

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from smiling too much. “Yeah, I do. And… I think I have for a while.”

Matt let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “God, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in again, his lips finding yours with a newfound confidence. This time, the kiss was less tentative, more assured. His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he pulled you closer.

You melted into him, the warmth of the fire and the feel of his lips making your head spin. Time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened, his other hand resting lightly on your thigh.

You broke apart briefly, both of you catching your breath. Matt rested his forehead against yours, his voice low and slightly raspy. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

You smiled, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. “So have I.”

The fire crackled softly, the world around you fading away again as his lips met yours once more. This time, the kiss grew more heated, his hands sliding down to your waist as you leaned closer into him.

“Matt,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze filled with both concern and desire. “Yeah?”

“I need you,” you said softly, your cheeks flushing at your own boldness.

Matt’s breath hitched, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “You sure?”

You nodded, your voice steady this time. “Yeah. 100%.”

His lips curved into a small smile before he pressed them to yours again, this time with more urgency. Without breaking the kiss, he stood, pulling you gently to your feet.

“Let’s go,” he murmured, his hand intertwining with yours as he led you toward your tent.

As soon as the zipper of your tent was sealed, Matt turned to you, his eyes scanning your face like he couldn’t believe this was happening. He didn’t waste a second before his lips were on yours again, the kiss filled with a mix of hunger and tenderness.

Your hands instinctively found their way to his hair, tugging gently as he deepened the kiss. His hands rested on your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your sweatshirt as if silently asking for permission.

You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” you teased, your voice breathless.

Matt chuckled softly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Can you blame me? I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and without a second thought, you reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, tugging it over your head in one swift motion. Left in just your tank top and shorts, you felt a slight rush of nerves, but the way Matt’s eyes darkened with admiration erased any insecurity.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as his hands slid up your sides, resting just below your ribs.

Your cheeks burned at his words, but you didn’t have time to respond before his lips were back on yours, more insistent this time. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, signaling him to take it off.

“Off,” you muttered against his mouth, making him grin.

“Yes, ma’am,” Matt said playfully, pulling back briefly to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. His toned chest was on full display, the firelight from outside casting faint shadows that made him look impossibly good.

Your hands immediately found his skin, exploring the warmth of his chest and the faint muscles of his abdomen. He shivered slightly under your touch, his breath hitching as your fingers grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

“Not fair,” he mumbled, his hands slipping under the hem of your tank top. “You’re wearing too much.”

“Then do something about it,” you challenged, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

He grinned, his confidence returning as he slowly lifted your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin and sending sparks through your body. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and took a moment to look at you, his eyes softening.

“You’re perfect,” he said sincerely, his voice laced with both awe and affection.

You felt your cheeks flush again, but before you could respond, his lips found yours once more. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until there was almost no space between you.

The heat between you both was growing, your kisses becoming more passionate as his fingers traced the waistband of your shorts. You mirrored his actions, your hands moving to his waistband, tugging slightly to signal your impatience.

“Someone’s eager,” Matt teased, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze.

“Shut up,” you shot back, though your smile betrayed your playful tone.

Laughing softly, Matt hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, slowly sliding them down. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you in just your underwear. He quickly followed suit, shedding his own shorts and leaving the both of you equally vulnerable.

The air inside the tent felt electric, the weight of what was about to happen hanging in the space between you.

“Are you really sure about this?” Matt’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as his eyes searched yours for any sign of hesitation. The flickering firelight from outside the tent cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the nervous edge in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching as his hands moved slowly, deliberately, brushing against your skin as they slid behind your back. His fingers trembled slightly as they found the clasp of your bra, pausing for just a moment. It was as if he was giving you one last chance to change your mind, his touch tentative yet electrifying.

“I am,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the wild beating of your heart.

Matt let out a quiet exhale, leaning in closer as he carefully undid the clasp, his lips curving into a faint smile.

The moment your bra slipped away, Matt’s hesitation vanished. His hands gently traced your sides before his lips found their way to your chest. He kissed your skin softly at first, then with growing hunger, his mouth closed around your sensitive peak.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he sucked gently, his tongue teasing in ways that sent shivers coursing through your body. His hands anchored firmly at your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth explored you with an intensity that left you breathless. Each flick of his tongue and graze of his lips ignited a fire that seemed to consume the space between you.

Completely lost in the moment, your hands began to wander, sliding down to rest against Matt’s hips. Your fingers traced over the waistband of his underwear before moving lower, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

You began to rub him gently, eliciting a low, shaky groan from Matt that only spurred you on. His head tilted back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself give in to the sensation. The way his breath hitched with every movement of your hand sent a thrill through you, the tension between you growing impossibly thicker with every passing second.

"As much as I’m enjoying this, baby," Matt murmured, his voice low and laced with desire, his lips brushing against your ear. "We’re gonna have to skip the foreplay—and you’ll need to be quiet for me. Can you do that, hmm?"

His words were both a plea and a challenge, the suggestive edge in his tone making your pulse race. "We don’t want the others to hear, yeah?" he added, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as his gaze locked with yours, dark and full of promise.

You quickly nodded, your breath hitching as your hands slid Matt’s boxers down his thighs, exposing him fully. With a deep inhale, you pushed your own underwear off, leaving you both bare—completely vulnerable before each other.

Matt’s gaze roamed over you, his eyes filled with awe and something deeper. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

A soft smile curved your lips as you reached up to touch his face. “You’re not so bad yourself, Matty,” you teased, your tone light but filled with affection.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, pulling you closer as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss deepened, filled with unspoken emotions, before Matt gently guided you onto your back. His body hovered over yours, his weight settling just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, as the moment wrapped around you like a cocoon of intimacy.

You both lost yourselves in a heated kiss, your lips moving together with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Matt’s hand trailed down your body, his fingers finding your core with ease. He stroked your slit with deliberate, teasing movements, spreading your arousal.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with desire.

“Just for you, Matty,” you whispered back, your voice breathy and trembling with anticipation.

Matt positioned himself, the tip of him pressing against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting yours, searching for reassurance. When you gave a small nod, he pushed in slowly, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest.

“God, you’re so tight,” he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“So big,” you moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as your body adjusted to him. The stretch was intense but intoxicating, and every sensation seemed to heighten the connection between you.

“Fuck, I wish we were alone right now,” Matt grunted, his voice a mix of frustration and raw desire as he moved inside you, his thrusts slow but deliberate. “I want to hear those little noises you make so bad.”

A quiet whimper escaped your lips, barely audible as you clung to him, your nails grazing his back. “Me too, Matty,” you whispered, your breath hitching as he angled his hips just right. “Needed you so bad.”

His movements faltered slightly, his lips brushing against your ear as he let out a low growl. “When we’re home, I’m not holding back,” he promised, his tone dark and dripping with intent. “I’m going to make you scream my name, over and over again, baby.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as your body melted beneath his.

Matt’s lips found yours again, his kiss hungry and unrelenting. “You drive me insane, you know that?” he muttered against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he buried himself deeper. “You’re all I ever think about.”

The confession sent a wave of heat through you, your heart pounding in sync with his movements. “Matty,” you breathed, cupping his face and forcing him to meet your gaze. “You mean everything to me. I don’t think I could ever want anyone else.”

His eyes softened for a moment, the intensity of his feelings shining through as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how much I love you,” he murmured, his voice cracking slightly.

Your response was instant, your hands threading through his hair. “Then show me,” you whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

And he did, pouring every unspoken word into each touch, each kiss, and every movement as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Your hips moved instinctively, rising to meet his as his rhythm grew relentless, the heat between you building to a fever pitch. His breath was hot against your ear, his voice strained and commanding as he growled, "If you grind into me just like that again, I swear I'll fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days."

The raw need in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, your hands clutching at his shoulders for support. "Yes, Matty," you whimpered, your voice trembling with desperation. "Please, I’m so close... I need you."

He groaned in response, his lips brushing against your jawline, leaving a trail of searing kisses down your neck. “You need me, huh?” he murmured, his pace quickening. “Say it again. Tell me exactly what you need.”

Your body arched into him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his touch. “I need you to make me cum,” you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter within you. “Please, Matty. I want all of you.”

“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust harder, deeper, the sound of your mingled breaths filling the room like a melody of desire. His voice dropped lower, rough and full of need as he whispered, “You feel so good. You take me so perfectly—every inch of you was made for me.”

The raw passion in his words sent a wave of pleasure rolling through you, your nails digging into his back as your body moved in perfect sync with his. “Matty,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you felt the edge drawing nearer, “I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he interrupted, his tone commanding yet tender as he slowed his pace just enough to keep you teetering on the brink. “I want to feel you lose control completely when you let go. Hold it for me a little longer, love.”

You whimpered in protest, the ache in your core almost unbearable. “I can’t,” you pleaded, your voice breaking with desperation. “Please, Matty. I need to cum.”

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, as he leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. “Then cum,” he murmured against your mouth, his thrusts growing wild and relentless. “Let go for me now, baby. I’ve got you.”

The words shattered what little control you had left, your release crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body trembled as he held you close, his own release following moments later, his groan vibrating through your skin as he spilled into you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breaths and the warmth of his body enveloping you. His fingers traced lazy circles on your skin as he whispered, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

You smiled softly, your head resting against his chest. “And you, Matty, are everything I didn’t know I needed.”

He chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.”

The world faded away as you lay together, completely undone yet utterly whole in each other’s arms. His hand rested lightly on your waist, his chest rising and falling with every breath. Matt let out a quiet laugh, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Wow... that was just... wow," he said, his voice breathy but full of awe.

You smiled, still trying to catch your breath. "Yeah, we should definitely do that again," you teased, but the words faltered when you heard a loud voice from outside the tent.

"No! You two, go to sleep now," Nick yelled, clearly trying to sound stern, but his voice was thick with amusement. That fucker is trying not to laugh. "You weren’t as quiet as you thought. You can... uh, 'have fun' as much as you want when we’re back home. But not here!"

Your face flushed immediately, and you quickly buried it in Matt’s neck, unable to hide the embarrassment. Matt chuckled, his fingers gently running through your hair, trying to calm you down.

"Guess we're up for some major teasing tomorrow, huh, baby?" Matt whispered in your ear, his voice full of mischief.

You groaned, too embarrassed to even look up, but you could hear the laughter of the others outside. "I swear, I’ll never live this down."

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

Taglist: @sophand4n4

[finelinevogue]

he’s just harry

summary - a couple of fan interactions with harry on the streets of london

word count: +1.1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

Even though the media make it out that Harry hates being out in public on his days off, you know it is actually one of his favourite things to do.

Especially with you.

Harry is known for being a private man, but he can’t help what fans secretly record and post on the internet. He would do the same for Stevie Nicks and you would do the same for Taylor Swift, so neither of you are opposed to reporting anyone for secretly filming. 

A favourite pastime of yours and Harry’s is to actually watch back story-time videos of fans, from when they have met you and Harry. Which is what you were both currently doing, after having your dinner. 

Harry is laying on the bed in your shared hotel room. You lay against his back and are held tight to him by his arm wrapped around your waist. 

He leans down to look at you every few minutes and leaves a kiss on your forehead, just because he can. His fingers around your waist snake under your Pleasing sweatshirt - the one that is actually his - and stroke tiny circles on the skin of your tummy.

With some light jazz music playing in the background, you and Harry can’t feel anything but peace. 

He has your phone in his hand whilst he scrolls through the latest videos on TikTok with the tag # harrystyles.

The next video he scrolls to after and edit of himself on stage is from a meeting of a fan in London.

“I just met Harry Styles.” The girl screams from the inside of her car. The video pans around and her boyfriend is sat there with a grin, no doubt because his girlfriend is so happy.

“I get to say that every day.” You comment, making Harry pinch the skin at your waist. You laugh and carry on.

“Can I just say, first of all, I have been waiting for this moment for years. Always in my mysterious girl era, just in case. And the one day I am wearing slouchy clothes I stumble upon him on a random back road in London. Life clearly hates me.” She begins her story.

“She looked great, I thought.” You said and Harry made no comment. Most likely because he never paid attention to looking at anyone with interest anymore - not since he had found you.

“And Y/N. Oh my God! She’s fucking stunning. Like, I understand why Harry snatched her up.”

“I did find a pretty good egg.” Harry agreed.

“I am not an egg.” 

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“But they were both so lovely. Harry was really kind and thanked me for supporting him. I asked for a photo but they politely declined, which is a little frustrating, but maybe it was for the best since I looked so bad today!” The girl continues her story.

“Fuck sake.” Harry mumbles out and you pause the video, already knowing what thoughts were relaying through his mind. 

You turned your head so you could see his whole face before speaking to him.

“You’re not a bad person for not taking a photo with them. You shouldn’t make yourself feel bad either. You’re a person, just as they are. People are allowed to close off their privacy for the day if they want. Okay?” 

“Thank you.” Is all Harry responds with. Well, that and a minutes worth of kisses. 

You move onto another video, so not to upset Harry any more with the previous one. You couldn’t know whether she might say something else bad and you weren’t prepared to make Harry sad, so the next video it was.

This came from a girl in London airport.

“Oh fuck.” Harry instantly says when he sees the girl on the screen.

“What?” You asked, confused. You hadn’t even been aware this interaction had taken place and you were with him in the airport. Now you were just curious as to what had gone down.

“This is going to be so embarrassing for me.” He wines and tries to bury his face in your neck. You kiss the tip of his nose and push him away.

The video starts by the girl looking really nervous, before Harry pans into view on the other side of the screen. It was only their chins in the view, but it was still a very lovely view of your boyfriend.

“Hi.” The girl fumbles over her words.

“Hello.” He says, removing his sunglasses from his face since he had been found.

“I just saw you from over there and had to come and say hello. I know this is probably really annoying for you and I’m going to leave so as to not be a burden to you, but I really love your music and you are an amazing human being.” The girl rambles, but that might be the nicest of things you have heard a fan say to Harry.

Before the girl can leave, Harry asks that all important question.

“Thank you so much. Would you maybe like a photo?” He asks. 

“Aw Harry.” You pout and he pinches your waist again. “Quit that, will you?” You hit elbow him in his ribs gently.

“Yes please. Wow, thank you.” The video then tilts so Harry and this girl come onto the screen. Harry smiles a small smile and holds up his fingers in a peace sign. He looks very cute.

“Have a safe flight.” Harry says and goes to hold his hand out for the fan to shake, but instead knocks her phone out of her hand and it drops to the floor. 

“Harry!” You gasp and sit up a little more attentively.

“I know.” He cringes.

Luckily the phone was alright, but Harry had to prolong the conversation with the fan and even offered her a new one. She turned that down and thankfully he didn’t have to owe anything to anyone. You can tell at the end of the video he is embarrassed though.

“You dickhead.” You laugh at him. 

He puts the phone down and joins his other hand under your sweatshirt so they are both enjoying tracing over your skin. You hum in delight and breathe in the air that is scented by him.

“I’m tired.” He says, knocking his head against yours to rest.  It had been a long day of rehearsals and meetings for him today, but he didn’t mind because he knew that it would be worth it to spend an evening of peace with you. 

“I know, baby.”  You say, reaching a hand up behind your head to stroke over his curls. “We can go to bed now, if you want?” 

“Okay.”

You and Harry end up spending the next twenty minutes getting ready for bed and cuddle before you are both fast asleep, awaiting the first, last, ‘Love On Tour’ show tomorrow. 

[goferwashere]

PUNCH-OUT!! (Wii) MONSTER AU 🗣️💥

FIGHTING FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE IN THIS RING. LETS GO 🔥🔥

It’s a bit long so I added a cut 😭 I spent the past three days on this

THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE BUT OH LORD I FORGOT HOW MUCH FUN MAKING AU’S IS

ALSO PLEASE PLEASE ADD MORE HC’S AND STUFF IF YOU HAVE ANY

Please just assume that just about every monster on this list comes with super strength unless stated otherwise.

Glass Joe:

Human - Monster Hunter/Boxer

- Wants to retire, but knows that without him some of the more unruly and dangerous monsters would dominate the circuit.

- Not everybody knows that *he’s* the infamous monster killer within the WBVA. Some do, but he doesn’t want it to be common knowledge. He needs the edge of “Poor, weak Glass Joe” to get the jump on his opponents.

- He doesn’t kill often, only if things get extremely out of hand. He’s basically the only thing keeping the humans and monsters from starting a full out war in the WVBA.

- Despite his job, He’s friends with a couple of the other boxers. Some knowing that they were monsters, some that he assumed were human and were actually monsters, and some that were just human.

- He doesn’t have anything against monsters, only those who try to take advantage of their power.

- He still trains and goes into the ring, trying to enjoy himself. To be fair, he does still enjoy boxing despite everything else he’s doing. Even if his record does stand at 1-99.

- On that note, his one win wasn’t an accident. He fully intended to win that fight, lacing Nick Bruisers gloves with Garlic so he’d be fighting with his hands essentially on fire.

- Even though he’s got a serious job, he far from a serious guy most of the time. He’s friendly with just about everybody, and tries to be civil with the people who treat him like shit.

- He’s also still clumsy. Almost died a few times as a result.

Von Kaiser:

Vampire - Boxer

- Being turned during his military service, he’s gotten good at hiding the obvious signs. He covers his bite mark and eye bags, and excessively dyes his skin using turmeric. (It fades fast though, leaving his skin looking a healthy colour.)

- Claims he has a garlic allergy, which makes him sad because he quite enjoyed garlic before turning.

- Enjoys the perks of being a vampire, but just can’t seem to keep up with the amount of blood his body demands. So he often twitches and looses focus, being sluggish and tired quite often.

- He enjoys the chase when tracking down his prey. It makes him feel powerful.

- Is 100% on the monster’s side. He believes that they’re superior, and will often be snarky with the human boxers (even if they’re ranked higher than him).

Disco Kid

Human (Possessed by Kid Quick) - Dancer/Boxer

- Disco is being possessed by the ghost of a boxer that was killed during one of his matches (yes that’s his unfinished business)

- Whenever he’s doing anything involving boxing, that’s Quick’s doing, but personality wise that’s always been Disco

- Disco is surprisingly chill with it, always wanting to try boxing but never having patience to train (so Quick does it for him lol)

- His personality leaks into Quicks movements and taunts, since despite liking boxing he’s got ‘no flair’ (As Disco puts it)

- Doesn’t have any super strength, but if they work together they can pull of some nasty combos, with Quick grabbing them and pushing them into Disco’s attacks (Disco isn’t a huge fan of that though, so it’s only really a last resort.)

- He’s honestly nervous when he finds out about the monsters in the WVBA. Quick assures him that they’ll be fine as long as they keep their heads down.

-…Which of course, Disco would never do. So when he gets mixed up in the drama he doesn’t really have anyone to blame but himself.

- He knows that he should *technically* count as a monster, but him and Quick are in support of the humans.

King Hippo

Tulpa - Boxer

- He was created by a little boy who loved boxing, and created him. Giving him a backstory and a cool design. He thought about him so much that he just. Spawned one day.

- The only thing on his mind was boxing, so that’s what he did. He has no idea that he was just a figment of some random kid’s imagination, but I doubt he’d care (or believe it) if he was told. His only goal is to box.

- Not really involved in any of the WVBA human/monster drama. He’s rather quiet outside of the ring.

- Nobody is really clear what he is, but everyone has mutually agreed that he’s not human. No way.

Piston Hondo

Human - Boxer

- Everyone who knows him has a lot of respect for Hondo. He fights fair, and his technique was able to beat actual superhumans (granted, some of those wins may have circumstantial).

- Some of the other boxers are really confused as to how he can keep his ranking, and make speculations as to how he does it, but no one can come up with a solid theory.

- Unless he’s exposed to be a dirty trickster like Ryan, or doped up like Soda, everyone just has to respect the insane effort he puts in.

- Hondo is oblivious to the fact that the WVBA is infested with monsters, and has always thought that international boxing would naturally have more difficult opponents. Nobody knows what would happen if he found out, but nobody wants him give up if he did. Just about everyone (regardless about what side they’re on) will band together to keep Hondo in the dark.

Bear Hugger

Werewolf - Boxer

- He’s more or less happy with being a werewolf. Obviously he’s mad when he has to lock himself up during the full moon, but otherwise he’s chill.

- Essentially a Disney princess with how well he gets along with wildlife. Like. It’s actually insane.

- Thought he’d do well in boxing, so quite literally trained with bears before going to NY. He thinks it’s noisy and polluted, but stays to hopefully bring down the champion and take the belt home to show his friends.

- Cheers on everyone, regardless of what they are. He doesn’t really care about the fate of the WVBA and is just there for a good time.

Great Tiger

Human - Informant/Boxer

- A skilled magic user. He’s been learning since he was a little kid, and the jewel on his turban gives him a good chunk of extra power.

- Uses his tricks to get intel and feed it to Joe.

- He *LOVES* to stir the pot. He knows that he’s safe, and may even stick out his neck for Joe, but will never do anything that’ll put himself in harms way.

- In the same vein he’s always listening to drama. He will gossip like a high schooler, and he knows everything about everyone. He loves being cheeky and keeping other boxers in the dark about what he knows.

- Literally the personification of “🎶I know something that you don’t know~🎵”

- He’s basically on an even playing field, so has no trouble keeping his place in the major league. Honestly, he’s more in it to see how this drama will play out, and who’ll come out on top.

Don Flamenco:

Siren - Matador/Boxer

- He very much using his ability to charm people all the time.

- This includes getting the ref to give him decision wins (even if he doesn’t deserve it), and always to leave a good first impression on just about everyone he meets.

- Yes, sometimes it’s also to pick up ladies (and men? Sometimes? Depends on his mood…) but will never go too far with it.

NOTE: While I think it would be totally in character for him to sleep with them, I don’t want that for him since that’s not consensual. so let’s say that despite seeing humans as lesser he doesn’t want to cross that line. (For his *own* sake of course. The last thing he would do is use tricks to woo “lesser creatures” to bed with him.)

- He’ll whisper under his breath after taunting, convincing the opponent to throw the match. But he’s not great at it, and will sometimes encounter someone who doesn’t have great hearing. He usually loses those matches.

- Wants an all-monster WVBA. He can manipulate just about anybody, and generally sees humans as lesser (Unless they’ve proven to him otherwise, like Joe and Hondo) so he wants them out.

- He’s very charming and friendly, but if you get on his bad side he is NASTY. Like ruin all your relationships and steal yo girl/man nasty. (He keeps all that under wraps though, he can’t have his image be tarnished.)

Aran Ryan:

Human - Boxer

- To everyone’s surprise, he’s actually human. But for all the craziness he projects out in the ring, he’s a smart guy.

- He taunts boxers by trying to get them to hit him because he knows that one wrong move and they’d expose themselves. If they hit him too hard (he figures that one punch would be enough to kill him with their strength) he might die but knows that it’ll be hell to pay for their opponent as well.

- Same with the headbutts, it throws them off their rhythm because they need to react, even if they didn’t feel it.

- That’s why he cheats, because he knows that without it he’d stand no chance.

- But still, you can’t be asking people you know could kill you easily to hit you and be mentally stable. He’s still eccentric about making it as a boxer, this is just an extra challenge to him.

- Has a disdain for monsters, and will do just about anything he can to gain in upper hand in those fights. That flail has gotten him out of a few sticky situations.

Soda Popinski:

Human - Boxer

- He can only compete fairly (at world circuit level at least) because he’s doped up to hell and back.

- Way into the idea of the ‘indomitable human spirit’. He truly believes that human ingenuity can overcome any challenge, and this is no exception.

- He 100% wants to get monsters out of the WVBA. But because he knows that he’s already got a big enough target on his back for cheating he can’t make a big fuss publicly.

Bald Bull:

Minotaur - Boxer

- Nobody’s really sure where he came from, but some people have seen him in his Minotaur form and that’s been enough for the others to accept them onto their side.

- He’s close with a lot of the other monsters, and follows along with their plan to have monsters take over the WVBA circuits. He only does so for them, he doesn’t have a personal agenda.

- This is the first place he’s really felt accepted, so will do what his friends ask of him even if he isn’t entirely on board with it.

- That said, he does belittle the human competitors quite often. To their face and while they aren’t present.

Super Macho Man:

Dragon - Supermodel/Bodybuilder/Boxer

- Got tired of living in a cave, and made it to LA to see what had become of humanity.

- By god, he loved it. He’d chosen a particularly handsome form (even though he didn’t know it at the time) and loved the attention he got from the ladies. He quickly picked up on our customs and had plenty of gold to sell (after years of hoarding it up in a mountain somewhere, he figured that now was the time to use it).

- Always wears enchanted golden jewellery, because the last thing he wants is for his facade to slip. He doesn’t need all of it, but to him it’s a necessary precaution.

- He can breathe fire. He does it often as a party trick, and has even figured out how to change its colour.

- His skin is also very hot to the touch. You’d think he was always just finishing with an intense workout.

Mr. Sandman:

??? - Boxer

- Nobody knows, and nobody is brave enough to ask. He seems to beat monsters with relative ease, so everyone assumes he must be one as well, but nobody can figure him out.

- Everyone wants to keep him out of what’s happening, because he’s a loose canon. Nobody knows who’s side he belongs to and nobody wants to find out they’re his enemy.

PLEASE HELP ADD ONTO THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS BECAUSE IM EXPLODING OVER THIS

[hozierbyrne]

i’d rather die than be open honest and vulnerable on twitter but on here where no hockey media will see it i want to say that nicklas backstrom is and will always live in my heart. i watch an ungodly amount of hockey and i like so many players, but i don't think i'll ever quite feel the same about any other player, ever.

nicke backstrom is — a consummate professional and private about his own life and family, but always happy to speak to fans when he is out and about, kind and quiet and a good reader of people. a pillar of the franchise on the ice and off, in every way you can think of. frightened of dogs but gamely always took photos holding a little one for the annual charity calendar. steady and steadfast, the best two-way centerman you could possibly imagine who's never won a selke. quietly exceptional his entire career and always, always fucking overlooked by everyone except his own city, who loves him with a fervor usually reserved for religious figures. dc loves him as if to make up for the fact that he never gets his due anywhere else. they saw him grow up and grow into himself and that's an honor, and they love him for it. they love him for this too: he plays beautiful hockey. incredible vision, soft hands. competitive nearly to a fault and unafraid to get into faces when needed. (some games he could drag the caps to a win they didn't deserve otherwise out of sheer force of will.) best pure passer in the nhl, you'd never see prettier saucer passes than you'd see from him. absolutely cold-blooded, patient and unyielding, could sit on a puck for a whole period if needed, waiting for his wingers to get where they needed to be. could sit on a puck for a minute and a half of a power play, waiting for alex ovechkin to drift into position and wind up, stick high in the air, waiting to shoot. he never panicked. he never panicked on the ice and he never panicked off of it either. when the puck was on his stick he was in control of the game and he knew it. off the ice, when fans were clamoring to blow up the core after years of early playoff exits, when the media pressure was building and building, when the wider hockey world muttered and whispered that ovechkin and backstrom just didn't have what it takes — he was unshakeable. he believed so fiercely in himself and his team. when nobody else thought they could do it, he flatly promised that this team was going to bring a cup to the city. and he was right!

he's always unshakeable. he's always calm and he's always brave and he's always unselfish. i feel like chewing through the walls. i feel so fucking bad about this because i think he was feeling optimistic this year but hip resurfacing is a hard, hard procedure to come back from. no nhler has ever done it. he chose to do the surgery for his kids more than anything, i think. i think he knew his odds, too. and i think he knew, through these first eight games of the season, that the bounce back he was hoping for wasn't going to happen, at least not right now. and then he did the thing he always does: he put his team first, and he put his family first, and he did it quietly, without fanfare. he told his management and then he gathered his team and he told them, and every caps beat reporter said that today the atmosphere was unlike anything they had ever witnessed, that it was somber and bitter and just... off. they said practice was bad, as one might expect. tj oshie talked about feeling so awful because he knew how hard nicke was working to get back to the game he loved....... and it comes back to: this sucks. it's not fair. nicke plays a game that should have meant longevity, and it feels wrong that time is catching up like this, with a vengeance.

ovi is so big with his love and his heart that it's easy to miss how hot nicke burns too. i quite literally cannot imagine a capitals team without him. i don't think any of the guys in the locker room can either. like. ovi's supposed to break the goals record without nicke passing to him? i'm going to throw up. i'm going to cry. john carlson said it feels weird today, and it's going to keep feeling weird. and... yeah! going to watch the caps tomorrow and cry through the broadcast, i'm sure. i hope they get blown out. i hope they lose 7-1. i hope they get a shutout and ovi scores a hat trick and tom gets a gordie howe. do you get it.

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Heartstopper season 2 play-by-play analysis

Question: what is the absolute worst? Is it:

a) dating,

b) coming out,

c) parties, or

d) all of the above…

The answer (for me) is d. And this episode has all of the above, and it was like watching a nightmare… (I went on a few dates, all of them painful, but I don’t know if that’s just the nature of dating or if it’s because I’m acespec; also parties to me make absolutely no sense; also I tried coming out multiple times and it’s been the worst anxiety I’ve experienced, each time).

But let’s see how these things go for our lovely group.

EPISODE 3 - PROMISE

- I love that they did the “I know you and Charlie are really good mates” and Otis and Sai giving him the looks, and a kissing montage playing in Nick’s head with the huge letters GOOD MATES across it. Perfection.

- Coach Singh’s whole body language after walking in on Nick and Charlie kissing. And her being protective of Nick after realizing that he’s queer. “You don’t owe them that information”. It’s so reassuring for Nick to have another queer person, a queer adult, know, and for her to tell her that he doesn’t have to live with that pressure, that it’s difficult and it won’t always go well, but it’s not an obligation.

- Nick and Charlie being cozy in the library. Two of my favorite things. More of that please.

- I can’t tell you the giddiness I felt when I saw the Pride display and saw that there was an ACE book top and center. Also I’m so happy that we got so much James, and how fucking giddy he is about hanging out with Isaac. Two little bookworms matching each other’s energies.

- I love how Tao became the worst date by trying to be the best date, following the worst online advice, changing his appearance, and being so tense about everything being perfect, that he forgot about just being himself, which is precisely what Elle likes about him.

- All Charlie and Nick needed to get through their exams and coursework was to think about Paris, and being together in Paris.

- Every time Harry appears, he usually puts an arm around someone, like grabbing them, which, as Tao rightfully pointed out last season, is a hyper-masculine way of saying “I didn’t get hugged much as a child”. So imposing and annoying. Go to therapy, Harry. Stop invading people’s spaces, Harry. (I know the other boys do it too, like Otis did to Charlie in the first episode, and to Nick in this one, but the attitude behind it is completely different. But still, boys, stop just grabbing people like that, it’s so annoying.)

- “But I love you because of how annoying you are” is one of the sweetest things you will ever hear, and I felt so bad for Tara because of how Darcy reacted, literally running away from her feelings. Poor Darcy too. I think I can relate to the automatic reaction of running away from my feelings, running away from anything that was me having to be vulnerable. It gets better, and I love that in the end it’s just practice. The more you talk about your feelings, the better you become at it.

- New favorite ship unlocked: the teachers! “Are you also regretting signing up for this?” Don’t worry, you won’t regret it at all by the end of it…

- James being all giddy asking Isaac to the party, I’m sorry but he’s adorable, and therefore I’m kinda sad about how things turn out, but I hope we get more James in the future.

- The comedic performance of Mr. Ajayi failing to get everyone’s attention in a gentle manner and Mr. Farouk having to go “QUIET!” Which in itself is so funny. (Fun fact: a teacher in Northern Ireland actually won the Guinness Book of World Records for the loudest shout, and it was her shouting “quiet” at 121 decibels, about the same as a jet engine. Mr Farouk might not be as loud, but the way he does it definitely works.)

- Darcy’s “oh dear, oh nooo” and Charlie and Nick exchanging excited looks when they’re told that boys and girls can’t share rooms is so cute. “I know, heartbreaking, isn’t it?” Mr Farouk says with a raised eyebrow.

- Poor Imogen… she needs more girlfriends.

- Tao’s new aesthetic, as much as they made him try to look out of character, just… works… love the whole outfit, the whole vibe. He looks like he’d be in a Wes Anderson film, so it’s very appropriate that they’re going to one.

- And Darcy going “oh duuuuh”, just the worst‼ And Charlie shouting “your hair’s amazing!”

- I love the stark contrast between Tara’s outfit and Tori’s outfit, and I love them both.

- “Look after him or you die”. Aw Tori, being a good older sister. I want more Nick and Tori interactions.

- The comically large popcorns. “I hope you didn’t cut it for me”. Tao’s little laugh but then his look of terrible realization. Then his terrible attempts at being flirty. And then his whole rant about “they’re kids, so it’s obviously not going to last long term”, big foreshadowing.

- Sahar’s makeup and jacket, so cute. Metallic blue eyeshadow. The makeup game in this season is top notch.

- What is up with those boys pulling Charlie away? Seriously, what is this masculine impulse of throwing your arm around someone's shoulder, even when you don't know them???

- And what is up with Sai’s reaction to Nick saying “I need to talk to you guys”? This is a lot like the party in the first season, when Nick realizes that he’s not really the partying type, and he just wants to hang out with Charlie and talk. Here he just wants to talk to his friends and tell them something, but it is like the worst moment to do it, and he’s already feeling ill about the idea of doing it, and he’s really not the big loud party type of guy.

- Tao being so pent up about this one date going wrong. They’re both kids, like the protagonists in Moonrise Kingdom, and they really thought that it would work out from the beginning, and they’re upset that it didn’t, and that it must mean that it will never work.

- “I’m fundamentally unlikeable”. “I liked the old Tao”.

- Tori is so mean in that instant, but we get that it hinges on her fear of Charlie being hurt again, being bullied again.

- After a second viewing, the only overblown comment going around Nick’s head is Tori going “you’re bisexual, so you’re going to cheat on my brother?” (I know that the media tends to have a terrible habit of portraying bisexual characters as promiscuous, which is why Nick is such a lovely change, so I would get why this is insinuated here. But… not from Tori, and so far in the show, at least from my perspective, there hasn’t been anyone insinuating that Nick’s bisexuality makes him unreliable or promiscuous, but especially not Tori. Unless this has to do with a deleted scene... In any case, I expected him to think of her as accusing him of letting Charlie get hurt or something). But all the other things he hears in his head are spot on.

- Charlie coming in hot and shoving Harry away, because he probably still feels bad about not helping Nick when he was confronted with his brother.

- That one-on-one scene between Joe and Olivia is peak perfect Charlie-Sara interaction. More please.

- Also, is it me, or does Sara wear a lot of yellow? She's sunshine personified. (it's curious that, one of the few times we don't see Sara in yellow, is in season 1 when she's wearing blue when Nick is telling her about the date with Imogen, and she says "don't worry, the right girl will come along", and it might just confirm my theory that light blue represents heteronormativity, but coming from a person who turns out to be supportive).

- Nick and Charlie being all cozy, and Nick tiredly saying that he enjoyed Charlie telling Harry to piss off. And Charlie’s whole talk about that weird obligation we feel to come out to friends and family the moment you realize you’re not straight. I think it’s so lovely that the comic and the show emphasize this so much, because so often in media it’s become a whole thing about how you’re supposed to come out, and for it to be this big announcement, as if otherwise you're lying to everyone if you don't, and as if everything is going to be alright from now on as soon as you come out, and as if not coming out means that you’re afraid and a coward. And I love how much this season works through that, with Coach Singh and Charlie and Sara telling Nick that he doesn’t owe it to anyone. This whole season was perfect because of that.

This episode is brought to you by Date Dread™, Coming Out Anxiety™ and Party Fear™ (not just a Raleigh Ritchie song with which I identify way too much...)

[invisiblegarters]

Only Friends Ranking - Ep 3

Just accept that this is going to be a weekly thing, self. Because these mfers keep making me switch it up. I can't even pretend to be annoyed, tbh.

Characters (Most to Least Fave atm)

Boston - not this motherfucker out here doing the most. And not me genuinely not knowing where the truth ends and the lie begins. If it does. Because honestly? Resetting his own virginity sounds exactly like something Mew would do, especially if Ray was too drunk to remember that it ever happened. As far as Mew knows it was just the two of them - it's not like he suspected Boston was being a creep and recording them - and however he felt or feels about Ray it clearly suits him to pretend nothing ever happened. I would fully believe they did have sex, tbh. And I would fully believe it of Boston to hold onto the evidence and play along as if he didn't know for his own ends, until he has a good time to pull it out (like he literally said Mew is a virgin who can't drive to Top in ep 1). I can't even be mad at him for it. I'm too busy cackling with unholy glee. Whatever games everyone is playing, Boston is the one winning at the moment.

Nick - Except this dude right here is now going to be the one in a position to fuck shit up. This dude is set up to go full on insane and a part of me can't wait. Personally, I hope he uses it to blackmail Boston into exclusivity. Why? My own amusement, mostly. I hope he does that and Boston can't do anything but comply (because he does seem absolutely terrified of Mew actually finding out - which is how we all should know that what he's doing probably has very little to do with Mew and much more to do with Boston and Boston's hangups about himself). And then when he finally gets Boston out of his system he should send the file to Mew. As a final goodbye. Yep, he's shady, we knew he was shady, this comes as no surprise to me. Might as well use what he has to get something of what he wants until he can find something or someone new to fixate on.

Sand - I never thought I'd demote him but I'm kind of bored. Whatever I wanted from him, I'm not getting it. I swear to god if he doesn't pick up a baseball bat at some point...but yes, he's just not giving me what I want and that's fine, not every character can be for me. I just feel currently, in ep three, like they gave him the most bland, almost predictable edit: he's gonna fall for Ray's shit despite himself, he probably had an ex that Top fucked and he hates him good for it, he probably had a parent (my guess is dad) who drove drunk or was killed by a drunk driver and now he has trauma surrounding it, he's going to put up with Ray and be jealous of Mew and probably cry from ep 5 on but hey, the good part is that this edit more than likely means that he has the best chance of getting out of this heartbroken but not in prison or dead. Just don't get in a car with Ray again.

There are two things that that kept him in the third spot today and not further down for the severe crime of disappointing me: the first was flipping off Top. That was hilarious. Even though I fully expect the problems between them to be about an ex and not that they are exes (I swear to god my poor bingo card is just gonna have one thing crossed out by the time this show ends; this hurts me why do you have to kill all my TopSand exes dreams, show? Why do you hate fun?), that was a great interaction and I want more. The second is that there are still times when he's looking at Ray that I don't see fondness, reluctant or otherwise. I see a man assessing how likely it is that the animal in front of him is going to bite. But more and more I am beginning to think I'm delusional because the guarded, emotionally unavailable man I sometimes think I see in Sand is not the one I'm getting in scenes like one in the car after the party (actually he was so smiley and easy in that scene I at first thought he was drunk. Have some pride, dude. I know you're twenty two and dumb but yeesh).

So yes. Three because he made me laugh and because I've still got the clown shoes on, if not the facepaint and orange wig.

Mew - I still think he's being manipulative, but not at Top this ep. I don't think it was coincidence that every time Ray's attention strayed from him this ep, he was right there to give him some encouragement. Ray might have been drunk when he confessed to Mew two years ago (and I'm betting he was, it's his whole thing), but you better believe Mew remembers, and I get the impression that for whatever reason - genuine feeling, wanting to be special, boredom, etc - Mew very very much wants to make sure that Ray never really looks away from him. Part of me wonders if he is kinda into him but he also knows what a bad decision he is, so he's waiting for Ray to clean himself up or for someone else to do the work to help Ray clean himself up (hi, Sand!) before he swoops in to claim the well-adjusted person that's left. If so, kudos dude. I mean that. Because the one thing that tends to be true about the fixer uppers is that they rarely stay with the person who puts in the work.

Even with that though, Mew fell flat for me this ep. And frankly I will be a bit annoyed if it turns out that he isn't actually a virgin, not because I think his virginity is Important but because I liked the idea of a virgin being as sexually confident as he is.

But also if he slept with Ray his whole speech in ep one to Top about how he'd get if he slept with him is taking on a whole new light. Just putting that out there.

That said, I do not think that the call to Ray was part of that manipulation, unless it's manipulative to know which person will come help you no matter what. I'd have called Ray too. He's the only one of Mew's friends who will drop any and everything for him, and a tipsy dude needs to sleep. In all fairness he tried Top first (foreshadowing for endgame, maybe?)

Top - He will get a pass from me on the anger if and only if it turned out that Mew and Ray actually fucked and I will tell you why. Because I would be furious too, but not about the virginity thing. Or Ray being the one he slept with. I would be furious because Mew has been harping on honesty this entire time while lying to him about this thing, this thing that he's actually using as both shield and weapon in their little battle of wills. Sure, Top wants to conquer the virgin or whatever and that's weird but I'm not gonna fixate on it because I already know how people get about virgins, especially when they start to get into their twenties (it's always either being almost afraid like virginity is catching or fixating on being the one to take it like it's a raffle prize), but for me personally the lying while demanding honesty is the thing. And Mew does wield his virgin status like a weapon.

But here's the thing. If he isn't. If Boston isn't lying his ass off or manipulating a situation to seem like something it isn't. If he in fact did sleep with Ray two years ago and then just decided to pretend otherwise because as far as he knew no one was the wiser. Now Top knows. He knows that Mew is a liar and that he's not above telling the kind of lies that can break things.

He's been mostly playing by Mew's rules. But if all of that is true...he won't be anymore. And that's where Mew's gonna get way out of his depth. Because as manipulative as Mew can be, I definitely think Top is better when it comes to this kind of game.

The reason he is so low is because he knows better than to just trust Boston's word. He should have asked, or done something else, anything else but just trust that Boston wasn't being a manipulative turd. He knows Boston wants him, he knows that he's got a ruthless streak. And he mostly went to him in the end because he was mad Mew put him off again. It's also because if Boston didn't show him a full on sex tape, then he's not only stupid but he's entitled. A kiss two years ago is nothing. A love confession two years ago is nothing. Hell, sex two years ago is nothing, if it weren't for the lying.

but at least he's not as low as

Ray - I keep seeing that Ray doesn't know what he's doing, following Sand around and begging him for time and attention constantly. Yes he fucking does. He just doesn't care. He's exactly like Boston, only I will give him that he isn't trying to pretend that he's after more than he is to keep Sand around. Sand's big, beautiful, dumb head is doing most of the work there.

Sand is convenient and fun now. Doesn't ask him for anything and lets him basically get away with being a total dick with a smile and a shake of the head. Of course Ray likes him and wants to be around him. But wait until Sand stops being convenient. As all people eventually do.

But no, I don't blame him for picking up Mew's call mid makeout or for leaving Sand to go to him. I wouldn't even if it wasn't that Mew was tipsy and didn't have his key. The dude has said over and over again that he just wants sex. He's given no indication he's going to give anything else - oh, he'll happily demand and take more from Sand for sure, because he's selfish and he doesn't think past his own immediate pleasure when it comes to him - but he's not offering himself. That was never on the table,

He's low because he annoys me. And because I do actually think that he sees that Sand likes him more than he's willing to reciprocate, but he just flat out doesn't care enough about Sand to care if he hurts himself over it. Ray wants what he wants, and if Sand ever even hints that what Ray wants isn't enough for him Ray will throw their FWB status in his face so hard it'll rattle his teeth. We've already seen him do it more than once here, and Sand wasn't even asking for more, just trying to warn Ray how he was coming off!

He'll leave Sand for Mew again, too. Mark my words. It'll happen over and over until Sand (hopefully) finally gets it through his gorgeous skull that he's fighting a battle he can only lose and puts and end to it (and then Ray will probably have a rich kid tantrum about it because his toys aren't allowed to decide he no longer gets to play with them). And then when you throw his alcohol issues into the mix...

I have a feeling Ray saw his only time above the low end of this list last week. It was a good run. I am still delighted that I aggressively dislike this character though. Between this and Kang from Dangerous Romance this is apparently my era to dislike characters played by some of my favorite actors and I am living.

I am not even putting my girl Chueam on the list because she had like four lines this week. But hey, now we know Title is playing her bro! I was wondering when he would show up. And I wonder if he still has some connection to Sand, since he did in that one chart Jojo posted forever and a year ago (I am also wondering if Yo is related to them as well - big sis?)

Relationships

The only relationships I am interested in this week are the ones we don't know much about. Top and Sand, Nick and Sand, Sand and Boston. Kinda sorta Ray and Mew in that I really want to know if they did the do or not (that they will eventually smash is taken as read by me, but I am curious if it happened before too), and whether Mew's apparent disinterest is real or he's just waiting for Ray to get his shit together to be the kind of boyfriend Mew wants.

But if I had to pick an "established" couple (insofar as any of these guys are established, lol), I think I'm most interested in Boston and Nick right now. Least interested in Ray and Sand, but that's par for the course.

Top and Mew I expect to fight Nick and Boston for the number one spot next Sat.

In Conclusion

We're getting some real mess and I for one couldn't be happier. Full speed ahead on the messy train, Nick come on out and go hogwild. Give our boy Boston a run for his money.

I expect we won't see fallout from the car event in the messy olympics for an episode or two. Mew and Top gotta work through the Ray issue (or pretend to), and they both have to settle back into believing that they have the other one right where they want them (or, maybe, actually start to like each other). Nick has to decide what he's gonna do and how much havoc he wants to wreak (my guess is he'll let Boston or Sand talk him into sitting on it for a while, if Boston finds out. But that won't laaaaast). Ray has to maneuver Sand around his own wariness (shouldn't take long) and into the pale imitation of what he really wants with someone else.

They've all gotta get comfortable. But not too comfortable. What would be the fun in that?

[jumpols-nostrils]

Right. Before I continue with part two of episode 10, I would like to recap everything that Boston is put through... Vs. What sins he has done.

His one and only actually shitty thing he's done: he hurt his friend's feelings by sleeping with his boyfriend. Now, in and of itself, he didn't exactly betray anyone. The way I see it, he helped Mew dodge a bullet. I remember looking at that creep, Top, and hoping Boston would push through. Lol. And it would be understandable, if Mew stopped trusting him, Boston obviously didn't have good intentions. He has a right to cut ties with him and hate him. Full stop.

But what people actually have against him: he sleeps around and establishes beforehand what kind of relationship he wants, which is none. How dare he, right? And somehow people, especially his friends, give him so much shit for it. Then there's the revenge porn. Now, all of the characters do shitty things. But revenge porn? I am so sorry. That is a whole different thing. That does not even come to the same level as everything else anyone has done put together. And Boston has his consent revoked more than once that we know about. That mysterious ex that Mew later got the videos from, but apparently did not bother deleting them from his computer? Nick, who even showed others the recordings he secretly made. And he shouldn't have made them.

And yet, everyone thinks they are somewhat better people than Boston. I do not understand that. Every one of them deserves to jump from a bridge. Sorry. That shit is unforgivable. And instead of seeing that, at any rate, Boston will now have to face to be accused of having done that himself to someone else. Actually, fuck Cheum especially. She's been very little else than a first class asshole. But well, let's see how this plays out. I'm just still so angry about it, and I'm wondering when they will actually call this shit out. Mew too. He felt so high and mighty for not actually spreading the video. As if the threat, or the fact that he acquired and watched the video at all, wasn't enough. He. Did. Not. Have. Boston's. Consent. For. That.

They will all burn in hell, and I will cheer. They are adults for god's sake. Those aren't some little mistakes.

[ruvviks]

VITALI YOU SAY? 💯💤🥪 for the boy <3

oc asks!

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

vitali has a total of 13 exes :^) 3 of them in high school, 7 of them in college, 1 of them in the arasaka training program he attended and then 2 of them at arasaka itself. quite the track record and it wasn't necessarily his intention? especially in college he mostly hooked up with guys as a way to earn money, but sometimes they stuck around for a bit longer. vitali often tried to make it work somehow but either the other guy was a cunt, a transphobe, or vitali ended up the one being in the wrong (at some point he dated a guy just to prove a point to someone which resulted in vitali getting the shit beaten out of him by the guy's friends). one of them is nick by the way you can read a nsfw fic about him here if you're inch rested, vitali and nick had an on and off thing going on throughout the entirety of college basically. vitali has lived a Very VERY wild youth

vitali has a white cat named sapphire! i've never properly introduced her but she showed up in the parking lot of his office one day and he was inside wondering where the fuck all his mercs were, turns out they were gathered outside trying to get closer to the cat but she kept biting people </3 vitali decided to take her home and she still chooses violence with him and vincent and mikhail on the daily (every time mikhail enters the room sapphire launches herself at him) but she's also a very sweet cat who Will fall asleep on you once she trusts you :^) her name is sapphire because she has very bright blue eyes

vitali used to be a boxer for a little bit :D he mostly did it with viktor and jackie as a healthier outlet for his anger and participated in some official fights as well, but it died down when he started working for arasaka and never fully picked it back up again, especially after jackie died. nowadays he simply just goes on gigs with his mercs to keep himself busy instead!

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

vitali is a pretty regular sleeper, surprisingly! doesn't necessarily take a lot of time falling asleep or waking up and usually manages to sleep through the night without waking up once in the meantime. also manages to wake up a minute before his alarm goes so he can turn it off before it wakes up vincent too. he tends to go to bed somewhere between 11pm and 2am depending on business that day and wakes up between 5-6am and that's usually enough hours of sleep to get him through the day

🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch?

vitali usually makes a sandwich or two for himself at home which he brings along to work, but will occasionally go out for lunch with vincent as well :D usually whatever food stand is nearby or a diner, despite being a rich corpo boy vitali isn't too fond of any of the fancier stuff and would much rather just have a good bowl of noodles or some chicken wings <3 whenever there's leftovers from the night before he also tends to take that with him to work and then reheats it in the kitchen of the lounge :^)

[liebermintz]

a peculiar comorbidity, part two

i'm experiencing a diabetes-associated autistic meltdown. and it's not pretty. it's made me develop a really bad relationship with food, a massive fear of it. it makes me doomscroll on Beyond Type 1, on Twitter, on Reddit, just to find some glimmer of hope. It makes me panic-message my endocrinologist if I stay elevated at 220 for like two hours - I was between 200-270 mg/dL when I developed ketoacidosis symptoms, I can feel my heart pound in my chest at 250 mg/dL, I develop ketones within an hour of staying out of range. and yet her biggest concern is the fact that I kinda have to bend over backwards to wrap my life around this autoimmune disorder, to get really tight control and stay out of highs (but ultimately be more susceptible to lows - which are not good at all, since I am mostly hypoglycemic unaware) in fear that I will have to be charged to the hospital later that night. my body works really fucking weird - like, Nick Jonas had to have a blood sugar of 700 mg/dL just to get admitted for DKA in the middle of recording It's About Time. most T1D diagnosis stories share the same thing. the closest diagnosis story I can compare mine to is maybe a few LADA stories - but LADA cases always start out mimicking type 2 diabetes, which I could've been well in danger of developing because of an astoundingly bad fast-food-heavy diet (three times a day when I was working at the bookstore, IIRC - binge-eating during the bookstore closure). it takes YEARS for a LADA case to really show its true colors. mine took two months. I'm gonna try to get my C-peptides tested again - and if they're still 0.9 (just slightly under range) after three months of a raging autoantibody reaction, then I know there's more to me than "body attacks body." i'm hoping they are. that means I could benefit from Tzield - if they ever approve it for people like me. every few weeks or so I have diabetes burnout so horrible that it intermingles with the meltdown and, combined with whether or not the sun's outside, puts me in a really bad mental spot. and you wanna know how bad it gets? you really want to know? well, let me put it like this, to quote Kid Cudi's weird grunge album: "I hate the gun, but I love the sun." From "Confused!" - from Kid Cudi, whose big shtick is that he's REALLY honest about his struggles with suicidal ideation. that specific line is about how he really does not want to kill himself, but he DESPERATELY wants peace of mind. usually, when it comes to suicide, nobody talks about it or, if you do, people just lock you up and throw away the key. i have worsening suicidal ideation because of this comorbidity. Nick Jonas thinks the worst he has to deal with is that he can't eat pizza super-libertine anymore or that he might get shaky enough to chug an apple juice in the middle of singing "Waffle House" during a show? imagine being afraid of all your safe foods because if you take too little insulin, you're in the hospital for DKA later that day because elevated sugars hit you way harder than everybody else, and your entire medical team (but specifically your educator and endo) will tell you "don't eat that anymore, don't eat that anymore" because they don't get the fucking memo despite you not making eye contact with them at all, despite having the monotone voice, despite occasionally stimming since I can't keep my guard up at all times - they think that as long you don't look like the Rain Man, counting cards in a suit from Armani and underwear from K-Mart, you're not autistic.

do I HAVE to whip out my diagnosis and observation papers from 1994 to 2005 just for them to get the idea of why I'm desperate for the long game to be a relatively short game? I get that this shit's gonna last a while, but when I say I can't live the rest of my life with this, I really can't. the average life expectancy of an autistic person is, what, 51? well, you just cut my life expectancy down to, maybe, 45 since I am way more prone to distress and burnout. all the type 1 resources, both by type 1s and medical organizations, have been tailored for neurotypical type 1s or type 1s with way lighter neurodivergences, for neurodivergent kids who've always had diabetes so the cormorbidity isn't bad (so they can still freely determine their safe foods). this is why I want to get on Tzield now - I want to prove that the PROTECT Study is worth its weight in gold. I want more clinicals near me to widen their eligibility for me - to not have the cutoff age be 30. I want Novo Nordisk and Sanofi and Eli Lilly to end the price-gouging of insulin either through extreme government intervention or by making insulin totally free. forever.

[myhiraeth]

@headstrongblake sent: do you think it's easy to know that you got to witness all those moments I can only imagine with my daughter?? / nick&louis

“No, I think it’s hard as shit and you know what- it should be.” He shrugs. He’d never claim to be the smartest, or most tactical, or most anything in a room, and there are some things, some nuances, that just are beyond his understanding. Nick leaving Fox alone, in the hopes she’d be safe but locked away from him like a princess in a tower? That’s beyond him. Knowing his daughter, his own little flesh and blood mix of him and the woman he was clearly madly in love with, was out there somewhere and had never seen his face? Heard his voice? That he’d never seen or heard hers? Years of missing firsts and seconds and bedtime stories and getting soaked in a particularly difficult bath- he had chosen to be without that and all the logic and all the safety in the world couldn’t make Lou understand it. 

He wouldn’t let Octavia out of his sight if she were pregnant. If they had a kid together you’d bet your ass he’d know where they were at all times and he’d have immediate access to them at all times, no matter the risk. 

But maybe that’s why he’s who he is and Nick’s who he is. 

“You missed so much and the thing I don’t get is that you did it willingly. And I’ve heard Foxie tell us it was mutual and she agreed and whatever but you and I both know that’s bullshit because that girl would throw herself on a fucking grenade for you so I know the risk wasn’t more important than being with you so she probably listened to you because you’re smarter and you’re better at this shit but that doesn’t make it mutual.” 

He feels like he’s ragging on Nick and he forces himself to take a breath. “All that to say: Fox and me and ’Tavia recorded like, every minute of Wil’s life so if you want to see any of those moments, they’re all there whenever you want. I think ‘Tavia downloaded them all to like, home movie format or whatever when Fox mentioned wanting to show them to you.”