#sorry it's such a sucky time to celebrate

[xoxochb]

— you caught my heart, lovergirl!

warnings: tooth rotting fluff see a dentist, I also just learned how to play the entirety of baseball in like 20 minutes so if I got something wrong I’m sorry 😭 and the ending is lowkey sucky as fuck because I wasn’t sure what to do for it LMAO pairing: baseball player! jason grace x fem! reader a/n: you can’t stop me from learning how to play a game just for a fic. this is literally the second time I’ve done this and be prepare for more

the cheering crowds, the smell of popcorn (and dirt but you chose to ignore that for aesthetics purposes), and your blond boyfriend flashing you his knee-weakening, winning smile. you can’t help but return it, offering a blown kiss in addition (which makes his knees weak). your heart begins to pound as the last moments of the game start up, the last inning, the last chance to win and with jason’s team practically already in the win you weren’t nervous nervous but you were freaking out. you watch as the pitcher prepares to throw, slowly turning the ball in his hands

very. slowly. or maybe you were just overreacting or maybe you were dying or maybe—

annabeth’s hand on your shoulder snaps you from your thoughts. “(name), I can practically feel your worries, please calm down”

you shake your hands to get rid of the sweat build up. you take annabeth’s hand in yours. “I’m trying!”

after what feels like forever— the pitcher throws at last. your breathing grows abnormal as you watch in what you’re sure is slow motion, the ball travels from the pitcher to the bat jason holds. one…two…three…four…you close your eyes and say a silent prayer to tyche, when you open, as if your prayers had been answered on exactly the second they were sent, he hits the ball, sending it flying through the stadium. you don’t celebrate just yet, he still has to make his rounds over the bases

first… second… third… you nearly have a heart attack when he reaches home plate. at the absolute top of your lungs (you were bound to wake up with no voice) you scream in joy, wrapping yourself into the arms of the gray eyed girl beside you. when you pull away she wipes the falling tears from your cheeks

“now go!” she demands, making your brows furrow “go get your man! what’re you waiting for?��

“yes, yes yes, going!” you squeal and run down the stand’s stairs, through the gate and onto the field. your legs burning like wildfires (you’ve never participated in this much physical activity in your life, your muscles would feel the wrath tomorrow for sure), you’re feet were sure to begin blistering any moment (pro tip: don’t wear doc martens to a baseball game even if they look cute with the outfit!), but you couldn’t find it in you to care as jason wraps his arms around your middle tightly. and you surely couldn’t care any less that he was drenched in sweat and covered in dirt or the gods know what else

you feel as his tears soak through your shirt (his jersey you were wearing had fallen off your shoulder). your breathing steadies as you feel his comforting warmth surround you. the hug lasts for what feels like hours, days, weeks, months, years even, before you pull away, not going far because you’re swift to connect your lips with his (this was motivation enough for him to win. throughout the game the remembrance of you kissing him passionately after his team won kept him going. additionally the reward he would earn later that night if he was being honest), once, and twice before you pull away fully this time. jason pulls an arm away from around your waist to show you a very dirty ball in his hand. the winning ball

“I believe this belongs to you. my good luck charm of a girlfriend”

like waterworks, you can’t help the tears that come alongside the gesture. you take the ball from his grasp and return your arms around around his neck, at last your heart settles and your breathing slows to normal, peace restored at last

[jyushimatsurepliez]

So @askhomerungirl and I are engaged (yes, OOC-wise)

{Hey everyone! So, this is something that I've already shared on my main blog a while ago, but I figured I'd elaborate here because things all started on this blog so to speak.

Being in the Ososan fandom through this blog helped me meet people who, for some, became very dear friends, including @askhomerungirl 's mun, who later went on to become my queerplatonic partner... 6 years and a half ago already. I'd never mentioned it here but it's been a little while now, haha!

We're from different countries, so we're only able to see each other months apart and for only about 2 weeks at a time typically. Throw in a lot of happy moments together, plus a travel ban that lasted almost 2 years between our countries in reaction to the pandemic, and we've come to a point where we'd like to be able to be physically together on a more permanent basis than that, and as cliché at that is, marriage seems to be the most surefire way to make that happen.

So last month, on my latest visit to them, while we were in Disneyland to celebrate their birthday, I did the thing© at the end of the World Of Color water show – which, as they later pointed out, wound up being very on point for our respective ask blog characters, so, y'know, that works 🙈

So yeah! We're engaged now, and the next step will be months and months of immigration paperwork to have the right to marry in the same country to begin with. It's a very personal update, but y'know, considering the history and how somewhat fitting that is, I figured I'd share it here 🙈

I hope all of you are doing well – sorry I've been so sucky at responding to asks as always, but please know I always, always appreciate the kind words, and I wish you all the best! TwT}

[panda-writes-kpop]

Sour Cherry Lime Slushie ~ For Katie

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! 🫶 I'm celebrating my birthday a little early, as it's the 13th, but that's because I have something special planned that was voted on by all of you. :)

TW: Power imbalance in a relationship, angst, Yunjin is ooc, forbidden love, sucky parenting

♡ Masterlist ♡

A Cherry Lime Slushie takes me back to a time before the internet and before myself and all of you. The history that makes our world is what defines this slushie. Some of history had sweet triumphs, but sour defeat was also a necessary part of the growth of society as a whole.

"Princess, I don't believe this is a good id-"

"Who are you to tell me what I desire?" Yunjin sighs before relaxing into the chair in her private study. "Oh, right, you're the almighty one since you rejected my proposal."

"Princess, you're a…. royal, and I am a simple guard." You try to explain, but Yunjin turns her head away from you. "Your parents would never allow it."

"Last time I checked, they didn't have full authority over my life, and I thought you felt the same." She spits out, and you recoil at her words. "Sorry, that wasn't very princess-like of me."

"Princess, please-"

"My name is Yunjin."

"Sorry, Yunjin," You bow your head in shame, "I wish we could live in a world where our desires could be fully realized."

"What's stopping you?" She softens as soon as you bite your lip. "Does this have something to do with that meeting that my parents had with your family?"

The silence in the room says enough before Yunjin stands up.

"What have they done this time?" She pinches the bridge of her nose as you finally set your gaze on the young royal.

"Your parents… they're going to release my family from their debt as long as I remain 'on my best behavior'." You quote as you remember the meeting like it was yesterday.

"What? They can't do that… it's illegal." Yunjin says without the usual authority behind her words.

"I hate to break it to you, Princ-" You stop yourself before playing with the end of your shirt. "-Yunjin, but your parents kind of decide what laws they can and can not abide by."

"That's not fair!" She yells before loudly huffing. "And that day, when I asked you to marry me, you looked so disappointed when you said no… at least I know why now."

"Yunjin, I'm so sorry-"

"Let's run away together." Her eyes shine brightly as you stare at her with your mouth agape.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Let's go somewhere else. Leave our families behind, and make them realize that they're nothing without us." Yunjin starts to quickly grab a few of her things, and you manage to grab her wrist.

"If we do this… what will happen to my family?"

"You know how my family is… all talk and no action with lots of empty threats to back them up." She grabs your hand before interlacing her fingers with yours. "It's okay if you don't want to go with me, but I need to make my voice known. This is not okay for my family to do."

"I can't let you go on your own, Yunjin. As your personal guard, I have a duty to fulfill." You bow before looking up at Yunjin with a smile. "When do we leave?"

"Midnight. Tonight. At the water fountain in the garden, you know, the one we used to meet at all of those years ago." She smirks as you let go of her hand.

"I will be there, Yunjin."

[dearweirdme]

Hello

I just seen this blog by other blog. I want ask how you think of teannie? You think was real, or was hybe made v do this? and why would v do this to Jungkook?

Thank you. I know bit english, sorry.

Hi anon!

To me Taennie was basic pr. It perfectly fits everything about it.

I know for BTS fans this has been something completely new (which is probably why so many still don't believe it was fake), but when you look beyond BTS, pr relationships are actually quite common in the entertainment business (a quick google will get you some prime examples). Huge stars (Taylor Swift, all the Kardashians, many formerly closeted celebrities) engage in pr in mny different ways. Some use their actual partners (and children..), some are formed by placing two people together (co-stars, an a-lister with someone way less known, etc). There can be various reasons for it, but it all boils down to wanting to establish a certain image. Why do huge celebs still engage in this? They have already reached the top, right? Reaching the top is never enough, it's staying at the top that matters more and you do that by keeping people engaged.

So not all things are fake. I find Taylor Swifts new relationship a perfect example of something that is real, but also very good for their image. We know she's able to hide, she just doesn't now (and good for her btw). Sometimes things are done deliberately (the leaking of footage... sextapes, secret dates caught by paps, etc). And, sometimes things are completely fake (a closeted person who needs to look straight, a celeb who need attention to go away from a scandal, two people needing a boost of fame).

This had nothing to do with Jk. Sure it would have sucked for him to see everyone and their mother talk about his partner with someone else. But, it was a business decision and I think Jk knows all about business decisions being sucky (if you think this is the ony thing they ever had to do that they didn't like you would be mistaken). So in my opinion this was not something "Tae did to Jk", it's just another thing in the line of things that suck about being closeted. Tae's actual involvement was small (only one walk imo) so I think that's why he agreed to it. Did he expect things to go wild? I suspect they knew it would be big, but I think maybe they misjudged the vile reactions of both fandoms (Blinks and Army).

Up to Paris Taenie was this are-they-aren't-they situation. Very odd with leaks no-one exactly knows how to place (with edited pics for crying out loud), but Paris is what cemented the realness for so many. Paris conveniently (no, that was not coincidence at all!) took place just before Jennie's new series dropped (which she probably really wanted to do well), which is a perfect example of how pr-relationships work. The 'official' ending just before Tae's enlistement was also perfectlt timed and put in place to protect Jennie. She'll now be able to be seen with a new person without being accused of cheating on one of SK's very loved celebs while he is away for enlistment.

I have no doubts of Taennie having been pr, at all. Jk has little place in the whole thing imo.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #290

Wow. The care sheet absolutely was not kidding around when it said the third day would get pretty bad. Holy shit. It's hard to function. It's hard to think. The level of pain I'm in today is almost comical. Almost.

…I wonder what I'm gonna do today to pass the time. Most of my thoughts seem obscured by a blackish-red haze.

I don't remember my wisdom teeth being this bad after their removal. But maybe that's because I had them done two at a time instead of all four at once.

I keep trying to remind myself that this will lead to a more wholesome outcome later. I keep trying to remind myself that the only way out is through. Though admittedly, I'm still more than a little bitter about the fact that this could have all been prevented if my parents had actually taken care of me when I was a girl.

If my existence was something that was celebrated instead of something that was resented and barely tolerated, this wouldn't be happening. Because I would have had parents who would have stayed on top of my care and prioritized my needs instead of valuing me solely for how silent or how useful I could be.

…But then again. If my childhood had been different, then I probably wouldn't be able to relate to you. I wouldn't be able to relate to most anyone who suffers like this. I wouldn't have the necessary frame of reference for it.

I am struggling to stay balanced because I am in a lot of pain right now. But still… I wouldn't trade my ability to relate to you for anything. Even if it means I gotta go through stuff like this from time to time.

…I can handle it. And because I can handle it, I can go around showing others how to handle it. I can go around showing others that they can handle it. I can go around showing others that it's possible. That it's worth it.

Things are difficult, but they're never hopeless. Unpleasant situations like these can be leveraged to create better and more wholesome outcomes, even if the price for it is suffering.

…I'm trying to say something wholesome. But I don't think I'm articulating myself very well. Like I said, it's hard to think straight. I'm trying. Just… it's hard to string a coherent thought together.

It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay, okay? So don't worry about me too much, all right? Things suck right now, and they suck for reasons that aren't fair, but still, it's okay. It will lead to better things.

Because, you see, sometimes, we've got two choices. We can suffer a little bit for the rest of our lives with a problem that will slowly get worse, or we can suffer a lot all at once for a very short time to solve the problem and make things better. And I wanna be the kind of person who can be brave enough to make the second choice. The second choice seems immediately more scary, but in reality, it's the correct answer. I think this is true for more things than comically crooked teeth and a jaw joint that is slowly eroding itself due to said teeth.

Today's letter is short. I'm really sorry about that. But, although I am trying to say something meaningful, my brain just isn't braining right now, and if I keep going, I'm gonna ramble.

Sephiroth. Be brave and do things that seem scary in the short term, but will be better in the long run. Okay? You will suffer a lot for a little while, but it's only a little while, and then things will get good. But it's better to make that choice than it is to sit around suffering with a solvable problem forever, especially if that problem will create other problems if left unaddressed.

Any work we do upon ourselves is work worth doing, even if it's uncomfortable and painful and scary. Humans are special because we're situational alchemists; we can take a sucky situation and weave it into a more wholesome outcome. We can do it. We just gotta put in the effort.

I love you a lot. And my thoughts are with you, even through this. So please stay safe out there, all right? Please come back home to us in one piece. Please do the scary and uncomfortable work on yourself so that your things can get better and you can become healthy.

I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 11

For a while he’s just been looking at you.

You’re wondering if he’s trying to concoct some kind of lie or plan. 

“You’re still very beautiful (Y/N).” 

Your face twists in disgust. 

“Dude seriously! You’re wearing the face of my brother, are you really hitting on me right now!” 

You can’t believe this. 

He looks away. 

“I apologise.”

You just shrug it off. 

“Whatever, just spill.” 

He finally looks back at you. 

“You try to pretend, but I can see through you.”

“You don’t know me Michael.” 

“I know you, better than you know yourself.” 

You swallow, shifting. Right about now you’d like to push it all down. Staring at him, you can see those wings so clearly. Your abilities are a lot stronger than when he first met you, maybe that’s why everything he says seems to be a trigger for those months you spent together. 

That time.

“So I’m just wondering, how come you look human?” 

“This appearance is a copy of a human I saw on a screen.” 

He points to the television. 

“I believe the name was Nicholas Hoult.” 

Your eyes widened. 

“Oh shit, I knew this guy looked familiar, you copied a freaking celebrity, that’s awesome!” 

You’re laughing and he looks confused. 

“This is amusing to you?” 

“Of course, you’re walking around with an actor’s face, it's freaking hilarious.” 

You’re laughing again and he just watches. 

“My true form is hard for humans to perceive. You’re the first one who’s ever seen me.” Your laughter dies down, and this time you look at him. 

“So the glowing and those wings..”

“Yes.” 

You’re not sure how to feel about that. Even less now that you know you’re the only one who sees it. You mean to ask more questions, but the ringing of your cell phone catches your attention. The minute you see the caller ID, you press the end button. 

You wish Dean would just give up. You’ve gotten a few calls from Sam as well, so you can only guess that they’re travelling together again. 

“Damn hypocrite.” 

He gave a big self righteous speech about family staying together, but then he ran off. Now he’s probably kicking it with Dean and he wants you to just come back and act like a happy family. That’s laughable. 

“You’re upset.” 

“Wow, you don’t say.” 

You don’t mean to be snappy, it’s just not something you like to talk about. Then again, it’s not like you have anyone else to talk to. Dropping the phone on the dresser, you look at him. 

“It’s my brothers.” You explain. 

He looks thoughtful and you just reach for the remote. Maybe a crappy movie will distract you from your sucky life choices. 

“You don’t speak to your brothers?” 

“Nope, I left them to do my own thing. Our dad had this shitty plan and I wasn’t interested, so I tried to be normal, but that didn’t work either. So now I spend my time in busted hotels chasing after every evil son of a bitch so I can gank them. Yep, I’m living the life.” 

You’re still clicking through the channels. 

You’re a little annoyed, because it’s been months since you’ve had even a drop of alcohol. With your brothers at least you got a beer here and there. Unfortunately not many people are interested in selling beer to minors. 

“Curse you youth!”

The best you get is grape soda. 

“I understand how you feel.” 

“Yeah, sure you do wings.” You’re not paying much attention to him. 

“I have a brother too.” 

Maybe it’s the tone that causes you to look over. For a minute you almost forget who you’re talking to. If you remember right, his brother is quite literally the devil. 

“Oh shit…Sorry I-” 

“You don’t have to apologise.” 

He sounds agitated and before you can work up an apology, he’s gone.

“Good going (Y/N).” 

You drop back on the bed in defeat. 

For the next week you don’t really see him at all. You expect as much. Anyone would be pissed at your comments. 

The next time you do see him, he’s sitting in the room that you’ve just booked. You’re a bit relieved. Closing the door, you put your bag on the table. 

“I was starting to think you abandoned me.” You joke. 

Your hope was to ease the tension, but he’s never had much of a sense of humour. 

You deflate. 

“Listen Michael, I’m sorry. I was being insensitive. I was sitting there whining about my brothers when yours is literally the worst in every possible way.” 

You can’t imagine such a situation being easy for him, but you get it, dysfunctional family is your specialty. Moving to his side on the bed, you reach over a bit hesitant. When you place your hand over his. He doesn’t poof away again which is a relief. He finally looks at you, you’re happy he doesn’t look as upset as before. 

“I don’t think there’s really anything I can say to help you, but I do know how hard it is, especially with family.” 

Maybe you reach him, because he turns his hand over, taking your hand. The gesture actually makes you blush. His eyes now seem to be studying your face. 

“Your face is red, is something wrong?” 

He looks ready to heal any injury and you laugh bashfully.

“I-I’m fine, don't worry about it.” 

This time he lifts both his hands, cupping your cheeks and your eyes widen. It’s almost like he’s trying to understand what’s happening. 

“Is this normal occurrence for humans?” 

His face is way too close. 

“I…uh..um..” 

You’re babbling incoherently. 

He might actually give you a heart attack, that has to be his end goal.

[thisdreamplace]

Hi dream. it’s 😵‍💫 anon. always a joy to look at your page. honestly, life has been sucking as usual. opportunities have arose, but nothing came of it. I actually felt worse after the opportunities. sometimes it feels like there is no hope. the hardest thing is seeing someone I care for be sad like I am. now I’m trying to manifest for her as well. it’s like you can’t escape what makes you feel terrible. ugh. even though I’m down, I don’t want this person to feel the same as me but I can’t do anything for either of us. I just remember a time of crying and then being okay because of possibility but sadly, possibility isn’t enough anymore. seeing this person hurt kind of drilled it in me that I’m here….and I don’t know a way out seriously. I’m sorry for the negativity. I’m always trauma dumping here like a fucking dumbass. the only time I feel open is when I let it all out, but a part of me feels sucky for doing so here. I hope it’s not too much, dream.

I’m just babbling but I went black friday shopping. I kind of found out that I have been buying shit for a second of relief. I get happy that I have something to look forward to. is it retail therapy?? I bought some skincare products so hopefully they work out. for some reason, every time I do skincare, everything just sits there on top of my skin or it burns. like damn 💀

this entire message seems like I roller coaster like you started off sad and then straight into skincare lol? I guess I feel lighter after releasing my words. right now I’m about to go stuff my entire face with leftover Thanksgiving food. happy Thanksgiving btw if you celebrate it. if you do celebrate it, did you do anything? any black friday shopping? it’s really hard not to fall victim to sales 🥲🤣

hiiiii my lovely 😵‍💫 anon <3

its never too much, so don't worry. it saddens me to read how you've been feeling though, especially in regards to your friend. its lovely you want to help them, but truly, you deserved to be help first in your life. you've gotta make sure you're good, then you're best able to help others too.

dont feel too bad about shopping like that. literally, a lot of us has been there. i literally had a shopping addiction a couple of years ago, without realizing it. luckily, i was able to get out of it. hahah so really, its just one of them things sometimes. lol theres nothing wrong w a lil retail therapy though, i mean why not treat yourself ? i hope the skincare works out <3 any product recs ??

and thank you <3 i hope you had a great thanksgiving !! i just spent the time with friends and family, and actually had one of the best thanksgivings i've had in a while hehe and i made a new friend ! i did go black friday shopping, but i mainly shopped deals online which have ~finally~ started arriving recently and i love them sm. youre so right tho, but i was like hey i could def use some things and the deals truly were irresistable in that moment LOL

anyway, i hope youre feeling better now and im glad youre able to come here and vent, and leave yourself feeling lighter in that moment ! <3

xoxo

[t3kandson]

Stay To Play

Word count; 3,243

Fandom; The Boyz, DKB & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Yang Heechan, Reader X Kim Sunwoo & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Lee Donghun, Kim Sehyoon, Park Junhee Kim Sunwoo, Lee Sangyeon, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Juyeon, Moon Kevin, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Ju Haknyeon, Hur Hyunjun, Son Youngjae, Yang Heechan & Hwang Junseo.

Mentions of Kim Byeongkwan.

Kang Yuchan & the rest of DKB in later Chapters

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Oral (Receiving) and Mastabating.

Notes; Chapter 2/10 Earlier Chapters Found here

Written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

In the second you was wrapped in Sunwoo’s arms you had thought something was blossoming between you. But the mocks of his hyungs and Eric once walking into that room pushed you further apart then ever.

Haknyeon’s & Hyunjun’s birthday celebrations had him glued to some female company he had brought, making your heart sting. Hyunjae and Kevin full of apologies at your broken face taking the two loved up in your glance. They had thought they was playing Cupid, yet had set you up for nothing but heartache despite how much you tried to hide your distraught.

You had started spending less time with the guys and more so with Donghun, he had been a strong source of comfort. Going out his way to offer your mind on other things. Movies with him and Yuchan was often a fun evening, Cae often joining you, much to Youngjae’s annoyance.

“He’s so jealous,” Cae said tossing her phone into the bag on a coffee date while you was awaiting Donghun’s company. “What of Donghun?” You scoffed sipping your latte. “No it’s because Sehyoon’s coming with him, he’s jealous of him,” she said rolling her eyes. “Well can you blame him you made it so obvious you have the hots for that man,” you sniggered shaking your head. “Shame he’s into Byeongkwan instead,” you teased taking satisfaction of her sulking.

“What you two gassing about?” Donghun said arriving as Cae blushed a slight shade of pink as Sehyoon sat beside her. “The usual,” You said smirking almost threatening to spill the beans on Cae’s earlier sulk. “Her awful taste in men,” Cae responded smirking in your view as you rolled your eyes. “Still hungover that boy,” Sehyoon said as the waiter brought over the drinks. “She’s only ever interested in the boys,” Donghun sniggered earning a swift kick to his ankle. “Just because you guys are a few years older then them don’t make you men,” you smirked taking a swig on the liquid you was now hugging onto. “Why don’t you just find another boy to dig yourself into,” Sehyoon said taking his Americano from the tray. Your eyes widened towards him as he puts his spare hand up in defence. “Ok man then,” he said to Cae’s sniggling. “What you laughing about Youngjae’s merely a pup,” you growled out watching her face blush red. “He’s only a few months younger then yours,” she hit back as you rolled your eyes in her direction. “I’m sure we can find you a friend or two,” Sehyoon said smiling refreshed after his Americano fix. “I have plenty of friends I’ll be ok,” you added as Donghun threw the conversation into a different topic.

You squeezed your phone in your palm, the alert that Sunwoo had messaged you in view as your heart thundered. It had been the first time he had spoke to you since the balcony incident.

Sunwoo @9.43pm; Hi I hope your well, sorry I’ve not been friendly recently, it’s me not you I swear.

Your eyes rolled along the message, was he seriously doing the it’s him not you speech? You bit your lips to hide your tears escaping, as your thought swarm of that night. He did beg you to make him stop, is that because he knew he was nothing but a fuck boy? You had slowly begun to hate him yet he gave you the warnings himself.

Sunwoo @9.59pm; Please don’t over think this like I know you are. I’ve been a dick I shouldn’t have ignored you I’ve been a sucky friend. Anyway it’s my birthday party next weekend it’ll be nice to see you.

You threw the phone to the other sofa, leaving it without a reply as you sat there with your blanket for comfort as you sat wallowing in your self pitty.

“I think your stupid for going,” Donghun said as you puckered your lips in his view. “He’s my friend why wouldn’t I go?” You scoffed in his direction as he sat on your sofa, throwing popcorn in to his mouth from the movie you him and Junhee had been watching. “I think we can both confirm you took that further then friendship, that your no longly friends anymore,” Donghun scoffed as Junhee scolded him.

“Hyung don’t be mean it sounds like that kid was just weak at a time when he thought he was stronger,” Junhee added before taking his soft eyes to yours. “Sometimes friends with benefits isn’t a good thing, sounds like he cares for you as a person and doesn’t want to risk your friendship any more then he already has,” Junhee said standing off the couch. “This is why you hang with the older ones,” Donghun teased as you rolled your eyes. “Are you offering your services Donghun?” You teased as his face scrunched up in disgust. “Yuk I like my woman a little more matured,” he teased as you throw the pillow beside you for him to catch and smirk in your view. “Look ignore sulky here and go have fun, find that friendship back,” Junhee said patting your shoulder. “Right let’s leave the girl to some peace we got things to do,” Junhee said to your friend who rolled his eye standing up. “Don’t be stupid, ok well that’s a dumb statement because we know you are,” he winked brushing a kiss on your cheek as you swatted him on his way out.

You was standing outside Sunwoo’s apartment he shared with Kevin, the balcony in your view when you looked up that had a pang of confusing emotions attack you.

“You just standing here to look pretty?” Cae asked startling you from behind with Youngjae looking you up and down in your comfortable jeans. “Why the,” , “leave her alone Youngjae,” Cae cut him off scoffing in his direction. “Sehyoon said hi by the way,” you hit back letting Youngjae’s eyes roll as he made his way to the apartment entrance. “Really?” Cae scoffed arms folded in your direction. “What I was just saying he missed your coffee dates,” you said innocently earning a growl to emit from the younger’s throat.

When you entered the apartment Kevin swung his arms around you tightly. “You came i didn’t think you would,” he whispered, as his thumb rolled on your shoulder in a friendly strength of support. “We’re friends after all right?” You smiled in his direction. “Suchan,” you heard Chanhee squeal in excitement at your presence. “Hi Chanhee,” you smiled as he also pressed a supporting hug around you as your eyes took to the balcony that this time wasn’t hidden by the curtains. “Hi little Lee,” Hyunjae said smiling passing you a shot of suspicious liquid. “It feels like you’ve been avoiding us these days, we’ve missed your company,” he said hugging you as the other two had.

“Well I’m here now so let’s get these shots down,” you chuckled throwing yours to the back of your throat letting it burn. “You came,” you heard from that deep voice that always made you shiver from the sound, as your face turned to face Sunwoo pleased to see you. “Why wouldn’t I? were friends are we not?” You said your eyes searching for clues in his. His smile slightly thin as he breathed in deeply. “Always,” he said as a pair of hands wrapped around his shoulder pulling him closer into them.

Your eyes found the slightly smaller male next to him, his beautiful eyes memorising you. “Is this the girl?” He said watching Sunwoo blush, “No this is just a friend,” he said rolling his eyes refusing to glance back at you as your heart fell. “I’m Lee Suchan,” you smiled holding your hand to him to avoid the painful attack to your guts when it took Sunwoo in. “I’m Heechan, Yang Heechan,” he smiled brushing a kiss to your hand that saw Sunwoo’s eyes widen in the corner of yours. “So how do you know our crazy kid?” He asked tilting his head at you. “Befriend one of these lot and your stuck in there crazy gang,” you chuckle. “Sunwoo’s fault I take it?” He chuckled as Sunwoo rolled his eyes. “Youngjae, he dates my friend Cae,” you explained brushing your eyes in there view as Youngjae was swamped by his tall friend, his hands wrapped around his girlfriends waist.

“Oh,” he smiles as Sunwoo looks between you to face the girl that just walked through the door to greet him. Your eyes flashing to Heechan before you could witness the clear intimate moment between them both. “So how do you know Sunwoo?” You ask. “School, he’s the year below me,” he smiles looking his friends way as you nod refusing to follow his eye line. “Plus my friend Junseo use to be in the same class then Youngjae,” he add smiling as he wraps his arm around your shoulder as he walked you towards said friend.

“See you met Our Suchan,” Youngjae says clasping his hands with Heechan in some sort of man club. “Yes Sunwoo introduced us,” you smiled in Youngjae’s direction to reassure his concerned expression upon his face. “She’s actually lying I forced the introduction, can’t let Sunwoo have all the fun with the ladies now can we, birthday or not,” he said winking your way. “You know your no different,” Junseo snorted taking the shot in his grasp as Heechan rolled his eyes. “No Sunwoo’s a love them and leave them type, I’m a love them and play for a while kind,” he said placing the loose strand behind your ear, making your heart pound that you was sure was also heating your face.

“Right we need more drinks and more music, this is suppose to be a party,” Heechan added ending the conversation. “I am so on it,” Youngjae said walking towards the stereo. “Sunwoo or Kevin’s going to kill you,” you said Heechan’s way. “Sunwoo wouldn’t dare, I’m fiery when I can be,” Heechan said wiggling his eyebrows earning your chuckle.

The music blared through the apartment that you could feel it through your soul. Heechan pulled you to the make shift dance floor that Youngjae had helped create by shooing Younghoon and Hyunjun out the way. Your eyes washed over Sunwoo who seemed to drunkly tug his companion into his bedroom. Your heart searing from the pain at the view, your own moment replaced.

“You ok Sweetie?” Heechan asked stroking a finger under your chin to face him. You nodded plastering a fake smile as you let his hands slip round your waist to pull you in closer. “You ok me doing this right?” He asks softly as he brushed a thumb along your cheek bone earning a silent nod. His smile becomes mischievous as he grinds his pelvis against you earning a slight moan to escape. The glint in his eyes tells you he caught the sound as he twirls you so your back is against his chest, his hands gripping on to your thighs as he pushes himself against your ass. “Your peaches are good for bumping and grinding Against,” he whispered into your ear that earns goosebump’s floating your skin. You remove his hand as you twist to face him noticing the sweat from the heat of the room roll down his neck. You place your palms hands down on his chest as you drop yourself to the floor. Hands sliding down his stomach towards his thighs as you slide your self back up, winking in his direction as you twirl from the dance floor making your way to the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long just like you expected for him to follow you, he growls as you hoister yourself on the sink display. “You trying to kill me here?” He says with his humour but also lust tethering in his eyes. “If Sunwoo knew I wanted his friend he wouldn’t be best pleased,” Heechan says more for his own reasoning then yours. “Then he doesn’t need to know,” you pout biting your lip seductively that he pounces on you.

His tongue is roughly invading you as it clashes alongside teeth against you desperate and needy. Hands cupping your ass, he brings your pelvis into his rolled one against you. His hands take to the buttons of your jeans, as you lift your ass to help him remove them and your pants from you. “I’m so hungry,” he says licking his tongue along your lower lip.

He drops to the floor his hands resting on your thighs opening to his mouth watering desperate lips. Pressing soft kisses upon your thighs, he flatters his tongue to lick up against your clit, sucking it intensely that has you moan instantly.

He does this several more times before his fingers intrudes, rubbing alongside the inner walls as you squeeze around him. “You taste so nice,” Heechan coo’s before his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. His fingers reach a reasonable pace that is burning your core deliciously. Tongue working against your sensitive bud between flicks, flattened strokes and deep suctions that he has you whimpering.

His lips release the second the bathroom door knocks as Changmin starts making threats to kick down to relieve his own needs. With a suck of his fingers covered in your slick he stands up holding your pants to pass to you.

“We should finish this later,” he winks snapping your mobile on the side in his hand as he dials to let his own phone ring. Smiling he hangs the call up and passes it to you once your dressed. Pressing his lips to yours he slide’s his tongue back in before releasing you, leaving you panting and yet also needy.

He turns on his heel towards the door opening to Changmin’s confused face seeing you both emerge together. “She needed to talk,” Heechan said rolling his eyes as you rubbed them, more from sweat then actual tears. “You ok?” Changmin asked pressing his hand on your shoulder. “Just well … yeah I’m fine,” you said smiling his way softly. “Good because I need the room, I’m too old for the wetting pants lark,” he said pushing you both out the bathroom.

You continued to the party, Sunwoo emerging not long after seeing his companion out as he slurred his speech hugging on to Heechan. Your frustration oddly worked up between Heechan’s often glances and the voice of Sunwoo’s that would often make its way towards you.

Heechan encouraged Sunwoo to go to the balcony to get some air, his eyes washing over yours as a slight smirk on his face came across momentarily. Your face a blushed shade of red as you downed a shot Haknyeon passed you.

“You ok?” Jacob asked beside you, “yeah I think,” you scoffed, your words suddenly sounding slurred. “Heechan isn’t the answer to your Sunwoo problems you know,” he added as you blinked in his view. “Your just end up even more confused,” he said smiling before making his way to Sangyeon.

Your eyes brushed upon Sunwoo who was vomiting on the balcony, Heechan trying to position him to minimise the coverage patting his back as he let his alcohol re-emerge. Jacob was right getting caught up between those two friends wasn’t the answer to the hole Sunwoo had left within you.

You slide from the party making your way down the street to the convenience store, your fingers dialling Donghun’s number.

“What’s up?” he says cooing down the phone. “It better be good me and Byeongkwan’s watching a really good part,”, “can you come collect me,” you cut him off tears escaping your eyes. “Ping me your address I’m on my way,” he says sharply hanging up instantly after hearing the Rustle of the car keys through the phone.

The warmth and famility of his car was like your comfort blanket as you slid in. His comfort smile in your way as you held your tears into the silence that he was ready to give you to let you get space. When he pulled up towards your apartment he turned to you, concern written on his face. “Do you want to talk?” He asked softly as you shook your head letting a tear escape. “Do you want me to come up?“ he asked as you nod. He turned the engine off getting out to open your car door offering you his hand.

Taking the keys from your palm he opens the apartment. “You hungry?” He asks as you sniffle a shake of your head. “Well you need something to soak the alcohol up so I’ll make you something regardless, go wash up,” he smiles as he goes to your kitchen cupboards.

One view of yourself has the tears pour from you as you buckle to the floor. The alcohol messing your thoughts up, the hurt from Sunwoo and the confusion from Heechan crashing through you. Your emotional outburst slowed when your phone beeped.

New sexy friend @10.34pm; How come you escaped the party without saying goodbye? And with another man I’m hurt 😞. Only joking I hope your safe, though was lovely to meet you.

You rubbed your eyes softly laughing at how he had entered himself in your phone.

You @10.39pm; Sorry can’t handle too much vomit 🤣 that’s just my friend.

You stood to face the mirror, your eyes red and puffy as you found your night clothes to another message.

New sexy friend @10.45pm; A friend who lets you eat them out like a juicy …… well you know what I mean😉?

Your hands pressed along your lips lightly chuckling to his words.

You @10.49pm; Only you like watermelons 🍉 😉.

New Sexy Friend @10.52pm; Next time we’re experiment on the eggplants 🍆 😉🤣. You have to be careful not to choke tho 😉.

Heechan was rather a kinky dirty soul and there was a part of you that was enjoying it.

You @10.55pm; next time?

You bit on your lip at your expression in the mirror, your cheeks a shade of pink.

New Sexy Friend @10.59pm; Like I said I stay to play every time 😉. You need sleep, we’re play soon I promise. Night sweetheart xx.

His words reached your core, your nub reminding you of the needy throb he left you with. Your hands finding there way to finish what he couldn’t.

You let your pj bottoms slip to the floor as your fingers found your folds, brushing against your nub as you closed your eyes to the feeling. Your mind remembering how his fingers felt curving against your sweet spot, the way his bangs stuck to his forehead as he let his mouth attack you.

Your fingers swirls against your sensitive bud as Sunwoo comes to your mind. The way his fingers slammed into your body. His words, the way his whisper against your neck melted you. You felt your orgasm close in as you remembered how his member felt in you. The way that it felt for him filling you with his essence.

Your fingers attacking as your high tethered, you could hear the faint voice calling your name as it undid the knot holding you back. It pushed you into your orgasm, your body convulsing as your nub becomes extra sensitive from your comedown. Your name getting louder as you pant through your afterglow as you realised the voice that pushed you over the edge was your friend Donghun, Guilt attacking your already confused mind.

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[natteryaktoad]

Hart/Newart, Day 84, Part 2

Rhett: Not as good as your Mops used to make, eh, but it’ll do.

Rhett: I keep thinking we should have a massive family party to celebrate your mum’s life, and then the next minute I feel like I just can’t face it.

Roman: I know what you mean. I alternate between wanting company and wanting to be on my own, but somehow as soon as I have one, I want the other.

I was worried Skye might be an angry ghost without Penny around, but he just seemed engaged in checking everything out and cleaning.

Roman: I’m sorry things are so sucky at the moment, Goz. I love you.

Goz: Love ooo!

Potty training: check! (His first toddler skill was learning to walk from Penny)

This is where I really thought Skye might turn nasty, but he just stared at Rhett for a long time and then left.

Lightning fire! Swiftly put out by rain, but not before the cats had had a good panic!

[aidsyouinthinking]

Poem: Blanketing the floor is night glass and gore

I can not talk of you,

And file away our escapades,

Who I could talk to knew,

and dug trench with rhetoric & spades,

I can not consolidate the amorphous men we were.

I can not understand the amorphous man I am.

I can not unblend past's colours; that're now a blur.

I can not bear to stand the world's a wolf I'm a lamb;

I miss my budding therapist,

Though airing on a masochist.

Apt to train a contortionist,

A pop and crack goes every twist;

Pull me taught, make me flinch,

Time you've bought, my-self-lynch,

Watch me crumble, erode away,

Give us a smile while skin you flay,

Pull those wires, your marionette,

A little bubble I can never forget ,

Whilst we hum along out of tune,

My doom it loom below my tomb,

Radio surgeon, static a plenty,

I wish we could celebrate my twenty,

Know I beg and plead to even breathe your air,

I wish to book appointment for theories we'll share,

And frankly no one else can ever compare!

To how neatly you wrap love and dispare.

I feel nothing for these summer evenings.

Nor this pleasant quiet night.

For all lack polarised and thrown feelings,

When desert and blizzard fight:

Rend me asunder,

Leave placid body in view,

For my bloody eyes,

With my perspective anew,

I will wander the red canals,

For gleaming glints of golden glass.

I will watch the maggots feast,

For dreaded beast lies in bits deceased,

And as I lie on your kitchen floor,

The blood it drain and poor and pour,

With my eyes I stare they beg "more",

As peace meal, I feed your open maw.

If you read this, I'd guess you often do.

I'm better and worse, and...

I'd like to belive that I need you.

But I don't, but god it is so unfair.

Just do what you want, but I'll always be there.

I'm sorry I couldn't give us the leeway we both need.

I'm always putting on chains, but with you I'm freed.

Well frankly less so as in we know what we accede,

But a games level of freedom is more my speed.

I wish you better than me, things are a lil sucky...

After all. What a bundle of beaming shards.

[starlightkun]

omg omg omg okay so im like in the middle of my final exams before im done with highschool but i need to tell you all about the fics that you have been releasing because wOW.

okay BUZZER BEATER

GOD THOSE TWO ARE SO FLUFFY. i dont have chronic illness but the way you described it just reminds me of starting adhd meds where i had to take so many pills at random intervals during the day and felt awful 24/7 and how im afraid that going into uni, people are going to ask for my meds for recreational purposes (which makes me so mad btw cause like i need meds to live dont ask for medication that is in limited supply so you can get lit but anyways). But yeah i didn't know that much about migraines other than the fact that its terrible but yeah the way you wrote mc was so beautiful and relatable and im just so sorry that you have to be burdened by these migraines and spend so much time and energy managing it. The way you wrote sungchan though was beautiful. his character is absolutely the most pure and loving guy (whilst also being a loserboy) and the fact that he did not question or judge or put pressure on mc ever was so healing. just watching him be so open with his affection and just blatantly pine for mc without any reservations about it makes me really want a sungchan of my own now. I just want a cute, sweet, uncomplicated, loserboy so i can just live my life in both sickness and health and not be judged by what hurdles my body choses to throw at me today (my psychiatrist was saying my stomach is just really sensitive so thats why ive been going through hell which is sucky but at least i have answers and know what to avoid lmao). But yeah thank you for writing something so beautiful about an experience that i felt so alone in having, because now i feel less guilty about struggling with my own health and most importantly less alone.

now onto Dr Magic!

dear lord jesus if i felt seen by buzzer beater, ive never felt more out of my depths by Dr Magic. Its such a hilarious fic and renjun and mc are both so insane and crazy but in a way thats realistic (i go to one of the top high schools in australia and there are people here who are so dedicated to school the same way renjun and mc). The way renjun just wants mc to spit in his mouth, I swear ive met boys like that too. also the steamy makeout sesh?! soft renjunnie with caring and dominant reader who asks for consent?! mc is so sexy for that, i love her. Also! your description of renjun wearing a yellow hoodie, jeans and a red cap was so scrumptious that i embodied mc in that moment and wanted to eat him whole also. the scene where renjun owns up to the mean things he said to mc whilst mc talks about spitting in his mouth in front of TEN?! shes so confident and strong despite being hurt and i love that for her. i really love how in your fics, you mix humor with maturity to create such well rounded works that really celebrate being wild and having fun whilst also being a grown and mature person. just like you, i could never be renjun and mc but im happy for them and what they have.

side note: thank you for being pro palestine, i know being pro palestine is a simple thing and a low bar to set for myself in finding good people in the world, but with all the people in power and celebrities (cough eric nam cough) publicly supporting the genocide that is happening, im very glad to find others who see the horrors for what it is.

-✨anon

yeah i will always be anti-genocide and anti-apartheid ethnostates, and it truly does boggle my mind to see people support that??? somehow???? but seeing all the pro palestine demonstrations and protests and posts all over does give me hope to hold onto

rest of my response to ur lovely feedback under the cut to not make this post any longer lol <33

BUZZER BEATER!!!!

i also want my own loserboy sungchan so bad 🤧🤧 he was just so perfect in that one ugh. im glad that u were still able to see urself in some of the mc (tho im NOT glad that ur having side effect trouble w ur meds, sending out my love as a fellow tummy trouble side effect haver 🫶). and yeah i rlly wanted my bb sungchan to be not necessarily a himbo per se (bc imo u have to be like BUFF and stupid and sweet, i.e, kronk from emperor's new groove, and alas, sungchan is not built like wonho im not that delusional) but he is at least a big (read: tall), sweet, not quite dumb but not as academically rigorous in the same way as mc, jock who is used to kind of following the same script when in that college "talking phase" with a girl (a little bit of flirting, parties, inviting her to a game maybe, buying her a drink, etc.) bc it's safe and he rlly likes reader so he doesn't want to mess it up but then he realizes that he has to throw it all out bc reader can't actually do like most of that and is like ok. new plan. and ends up just fully embracing his pining, soft loserboy self and how down bad he is for reader. ugh i love him 💗💗💗

dr_magic2303!!!!

i would greatly admire, respect, and fear in equal measure anybody who feels seen by dr_magic2303 lmao. like good for u but COULDN'T BE ME!!! like some of the bits of mc's hyperfixation on her personal projects and that raw hunger for knowledge (as opposed to being the best) was modeled after my own hyperfixations and kind of manic flow states that i get with my adhd (i've yet to put up a conspiracy board in my apartment but i do routinely feel like the pepe silvia meme from it's always sunny) but i have not been a neurotic overachieving academic since jr yr of high school thank god! 4 years of cognitive behavioral therapy and a lot of anti-depressants cured me of that. this is coming from a former gifted kid lmao.

when i knew that i wanted this fic to take the this route (renjun getting consensually dosed up w siren venom) i knew i wanted there to be some form of a convo like that. like consent is sexy!!! and making sure ppl r being taken care of when they're consensually giving up and transferring power for a limited time (with or without the use of magical aphrodisiacs) is sexy!!! aftercare is sexy!!! (even tho renjun threw reader out before they could rlly finish that part but u know) and i rlly hope that came across in that scene

reader talking about spitting in renjun's mouth in front of ten isn't THAT weird for sirens (reader and ten were JUST talking about ten's nipple rings and their lack of sex lives like five seconds earlier in that same convo so like yknow) but ten could obviously tell that there was something a lot deeper going on than just some casual saliva swapping between pals so that's why he left lmao

as always thank you sm for your ask and your feedback on my fics 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 good luck with the end of school you got this b 💗💗💗💗

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

I’m very late to the conversation lol but I wanted to add my 2 cents into the conversation about the whole “fangirls grasping at anything to make their celebrity crush’s gf/wife out to be problematic” thing.

What kills me with this is that it’s so obvious they don’t actually care that the girl is “problematic” they’re just upset that they’re dating their celebrity crush. They also dig into their socials just to find SOMETHING. it’s sad really, people can change. 🤷🏻‍♀️ eesh. I get it can be sucky if your celebrity crush starts dating someone but there’s no need to do all that, seriously. Then again, this happens in just about every attractive male celebrity fandom. It happened with Chris Evans recently, he got married and I commented “congratulations to them ❤️” under a post about it and someone tried to argue with me. 💀 so I deleted my comment. Personally, I think when it comes to this stuff.. the Harry Styles fandom is the worst I fear. 🫣

I’ve also noticed this happening in Jack Champion’s fandom already and I find it very concerning considering he’s just getting started and not even 20 yet. If they’re this bad already… yikes. 😬

Sorry this is a long post lol and not exactly Evan related, but I just had to rant bc I’m so tired of people acting this way. 🤦🏻‍♀️

no need to apologize! you're absolutely right. many times, the motivation to find things to ''cancel'' a celebrity's girlfriend is just that they're jealous and want reasons to hate them. people who go excavating on twitter to see if their celebrity crushes girlfriend said something problematic when they were 15.. why? it's not going to change anything.

[dancinatmyfuneral]

First of all, you are completely valid for wanting your birthday to be about you! it's literally YOUR birthday (a celebration of YOUR life) and it's really sucky of your family/people you know to take that away from you. Second of all, sorry if i offend your grandma, but it's time to stop excusing the comments that "older people" make just because "things were different in their time" and "they don't mean anything by it" and "they're just looking out for you". No! They need to be called out before they make their teenage grandkids more insecure than everything else in their lives has already made them!

I'm sorry this is happening to you Em, I hope you make the most of your birthday anyway and try to have fun despite the unfairness <33

this is a two part vent lol (not really lol but you know im taking the edge off)

I've actual never done one of these on here so here goes absoluelty nothing (btw there might be swearing)

part one:

my birthday is coming up soon and we originally had plans to go away and i was super excited, but then my parents changed their plans and said we weren't going away for a few days, we were only going away for one day (on my birthday so that mean travelling on the day) and now they've changed it again and said we can't go away cause they have to feed one of our friends dogs for a few days. I get they're our friends and you want to get the right thing, but they've changed my birthday plans so much, it feels like they aren't putting in a whole lot of effort (for reference one year for my my sister's birthday we went to two different cities doing treetops courses it took a whole week to complete) They're saying that instead of going away for my birthday we'll use the money for when we go away to the eras tour concert which is two days after my dads birthday. So we're technically going away for two things my dads birthday and the eras tour which is for my sister because she is the hugest swiftie (so am i really). And i am super grateful to be going but it feels like they are putting me second to a fucking concert.

And so i babysit a girl on a regular basis its usually just whenever her mum needs me to look after her - im very flexible and things when it comes to that. But they are moving in like a week. So they want me to look after her on wednesday, thursday, and friday. Friday is my birthday and one of my relatives is coming up to visit and another wants to take us all out for lunch on that day. My mum said i'd babysit her on all those days. meaning on my birthday - which i guess i was never alright with in the first place - and when i started to protest and say it would be weird going out for lunch with my family my mother started questioning me and asking why it would be weird because we were doing a nice thing for her mother (because it was her last day of work.) and again it feels like im coming fucking second to someone else ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY?? idk its just (i supposed i never really had any high hopes anyway)

part two:

I visited my grandmother today. (she is the one who wants to take my family out for lunch on my birthday btw) It was great to see her we had a lovely catch up and everything. But when we sat down for lunch and she placed the plates in front of us say said this to me "you start with the salad hey em?" and i kinda brushed it off in front of everyone - it wouldn't've been a big deal if she hadn't done this shit before. She constantly makes subtle oh so subtle remarks about my weight about how i sit about what i eat (i could deadass be eating a piece of fruit and she'd say okay maybe its time to stop eating now) Then when she set our "dessert" i guess you could call it - it was just a cheescake she wanted us to try - when she set mine down she motioned to the fruit platter sitting on the table saying "put some fruit on it ems" and that would've been fine as well if she had addressed it to everyone and said it loud enough for everyone to hear. but no it was said to me and me alone. I remember this one time (it was one of the first times i noticed her making subtle remarks) when we were driving to the shops one day and she had offered me like a chocolate covered liquorice bullet. So i took two, so did she. (btw they are legit half the size of ur pinky finger) and she then turned to me and said "you know emma i always only take two of these otherwise it makes me put on weight you know? I like to savour them, just one or two." I was the only one in the car and had fucking taken the same amount as her. When i had come that afternoon and sorta told mum and dad what happened dad just brushed it off saying you know she didn't mean it like that and everything. Mum was a little more understanding saying she understood but idk really. It makes me very fucking insecure when my grandma makes little comments like that. And i don't think i could ever bring it up with anyone cause i doubt anyone in my family would actually understand.

sorry bout the long rants :)

[gypsyscarfwoman]

So yesterday was the birthday of the most fabulous @kate-dammit-run​. And I sat down to write her a little something and my brain just... shut down. I think my muse is in quarantine right now. (I hope she gets out soon; I miss her.) 

Anyway, today I sat down to do something else, and this tiny drabble hopped into my head. Yesterday was Tuesday, which was Tasha appreciation day according to @blindspothiatusproject​ (and this drabble is a day late, which is also oddly appropriate).

Which is all a very long way of saying, @kate-dammit-run​ is awesome and amazing and if you haven’t celebrated her yet, you definitely should. I love her to bits and consider myself very very very lucky to have her for a friend. 

Jane let herself out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind her, so as to not wake up Kurt, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Or Rich, who was sawing logs in the sleeping bag on the floor.

Being on the run was definitely a lot less glamorous in reality than it looked in the movies.

She padded quietly past the second bedroom door, where Tasha and Patterson were sharing the bed while Reade camped out on the floor. Or at least, that was the arrangement they had insisted upon, since Tasha and Reade were still pretending that friendship was all that remained between them.

But she was hardly one to throw stones. It had taken her and Kurt all those months—and near death by a nuclear bomb—to admit that they were in love. Tasha and Reade would figure it out eventually. Hopefully without a nuclear threat. Although knowing Tasha, it might take an international incident to get past her stubbornness.

Jane shook her head and entered the apartment’s tiny kitchen. Moving as silently as possible, she got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water.

“Can’t sleep?” Tasha appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. She was fully clothed and obviously hadn’t given up her turn at guard duty yet, despite it being past the time her shift was supposed to have ended.

Jane just shrugged. In truth, none of them slept well these days. Well, except for Rich. Evidence that a clear conscience was no requirement for a sound night’s sleep.

“I bet Rich doesn’t snore as loudly as Patterson.” Tasha’s eyes met Jane’s as she spoke, and at the twinkle there, both women cracked up.

“Hey, I have Kurt and Rich to tune out right now!”

Tasha rolled her eyes. “No wonder you’re up. But that reminds me—hang on, I’ve got something for you.”

Jane trailed behind as Tasha strode into the living room. She bent down and dug around in one of the duffle bags on the floor.

“Here,” she said, straightening up and shoving a bottle at Jane. “Happy birthday.”

Jane blinked. She hadn’t told anyone that it was her birthday today. Kurt had seemed to understand her desire not to make a fuss about it, and had quietly given her a Hershey bar with Almonds—her favorite candy bar—that he had picked up somewhere in their travels and squirreled away.

“Not my birthday anymore,” she protested automatically, even as she lifted the bottle in the dim light. Her eyes widened as she read the label. “Whoa! Where’d you find this?” The bottle of whiskey in her hand was easily worth several thousand US dollars.

“Around,” said Tasha evasively. “I might have… liberated it… on my last run.” When she had broken into the offices of one of Madeline’s top executives to retrieve some banking records for the evidence they needed to take her down. She shrugged. “He’ll be in prison soon enough, and they won’t let him take that with him. Cheers!”

Jane grinned and went back into the kitchen to grab some glasses. She poured two generous servings and handed one to Tasha.

They sipped in silence for a few minutes, appreciating the high-quality liquor.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jane said finally. “The last time I was on the run…”

Tasha grimaced. “Yeah, when I was undercover for the CIA, it was awful. You could never relax, because there was never anyone to watch your back. At least this way, some of us can sleep.” She flicked an eyeroll in the direction of the bedrooms.

Jane held up her glass. “To having people to watch our backs.”

“And to you. Happy birthday,” Tasha said again, as she clinked her glass against Jane’s.

Jane glanced over at the clock, which clearly showed that it was well past midnight, but Tasha cut her off before she could say anything.

“Still your birthday in New York City. So there.”

Jane grinned and took another drink.

[bunniesnuggie]

Hey it’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do an Eddie/ little! Reader and what he would do for their birthday? Hcs or fic, either one is cool :))

first of all, happy birthday lovie!!!! im gonna do head canons so i can get them out faster!!! sorry if it’s short and sucky, i wanted you to have them today :3

~ Birthday Baby! ~

cg!eddie munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: it’s your birthday, eddie’s favorite holiday

• eddie LOVES to celebrate you, doesn’t matter the reason

anniversaries (he’s the type to celebrate the day you first spoke to eachother, even if it was only a word), good grades, any accomplishments, tying you shoe and especially your birthday, to put it lightly he celebrates everything you do

• did someone say birth week?

because that’s what eddie heard when you told him when your birthday is. you’re his baby bunny boo-boo you deserve the best, and he feels bad that he can’t afford the best so he prolongs it for as long as possible

• like I stated in my first headcanons about Eddie, he doesn’t make a lot of money but he’s crafty

 homemade cards? Oh yeah, the pop-up kind. he may not be that good of a cook but he does try and he makes you breakfast in bed every morning, whatever you want!  And of course he writes a new addition of “Sir Edward the Noble Knight and his Precious Prince/ss” where it is the Royal‘s birthday. he makes birthday hats for all your stufffies so you can wake up to a tiny surprise party!!!

• takes you to build-a-bear!!

you both make bears that look like each other. yours is a brown bear with curly fur, you dressed him in a band tee, jeans, boots and your daddy even bought you a tiny guitar for him 🥹 his is your favorite color and is wearing a little onesie and we’ll as has it own tinier bear (bearception). he splurged so you both could record a secret message for them. his was a funny little song / lullaby he always sings to you, and you left him a sweet message about how much you love and appreciate him. he definitely doesn’t cry when he hears it, and he definitely doesn’t sleep with it when your not there. he does kick dustin’s ass for making fun of the little bear

• if you don’t like cake, he makes you a birthday sundae with a candel

a little self indulge sorry hehe but i don’t like cake (sensory thing) so all week you get a different treat with a candle in it!

• since he celebrates all month week he does at least one “big” surprise and one “little”

not like, in size. buy like you get a present big you would like; concert tickets, jewelry, recreational things 🧍🏻‍♀️etc. but he makes sure to get presents little you would like more; stuffies, blankeys, cartoons, little space gear. he loves to give you gifts in general, but you light up the most when small

• it’s basically a rule free week

no bed time, allowed sugary drinks and candy whenever, no limit on screen time, stuff like that. you still have to be his good babysitter. he’s already pretty lax anyway, but he still has things set for your own good. one week won’t hurt

• biggest celebration is on your actual birthday

it’s all day. you wake up to a huge breakfast in bed, alll your favorite foods are made. this is when the tiny stuffies surprise party is btw!! he has your daily card set out with two gifts on the night stand. he lets you pick out your lil birthday outfit, crown included and he takes you to do whatever you want that day!!! then that night he takes you to dinner, nothing super fancy, but it’s perfect. when it’s time for bed he puts an extra scoop of sugar into you angles milk <3

• you watch tangled a million times that week

bc duh

• he just loves his little peanut so much, thinks they deserve the best

(which you do!!) literally plans it a year in advanced, as soon as the day ends and your in bed. he’s reading you your new story and planning next years 🥹🥹

• ofc on his birthday, you always return the favour

he never got the normal birthday experience when he was young, so you try to give that to him, it makes him 🫠 so now, birthdays are a thing in the munson trailer

a/n : saw this and got super excited because my birthday is in two weeks, cancer supremacy :D

also i’m actually going to build-a-bear for mine so that’s where that came from!!

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[myfellowmelo]

Brother’s Best Friend

Context: Your brother’s best friend happens to be the popular basketball player, Lamelo Ball. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every encounter/game.

Includes: Smut, Oral sex, masturbation, teasing, swear words, hint of degrading.

Word count: 4040?

My POV.

“We can’t keep doing this Melo.” I whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside me. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged me in there. His celebration for winning the game started early.

“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells me. Before I answer him, he picks me and slams me onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Melo! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds my g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have me cumming all over his cock. He needs to have me walk out the Spectrum Center with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on my neck as he desperately tries to leave me as many marks as he wants. He loves how well I tighten around him. I love how no matter how hard I try not to fall, I still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck me senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as I grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald like his head, but my pussy felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.

Omniscient.

Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on a regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.

“Melo ? Are you there?” Your brother Miles calls out.

“Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly.

“Yeah I’m here!” Melo stated composing his breath.

Walking from around the lockers, Miles’ eyes brighten up, “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out of the locker room. Hey, have you seen y/n by any chance?”

Melo scoffs, “Do you see her around here?” A nervous chuckle leaves him but covers it up by a huff.

“Asshole. I was just asking.” Miles says as he rolled his eyes. Miles grumbled  “I can’t reach her-“

“Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” Melo interjected him mid way.

“Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” Miles claps his hands that startles Melo.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

“She’s hooking up.” Miles says with stars forming around his eyes.

“What?!” Melo says, taken aback. How did he know? And just when Melo said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your brother's mouth.

“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Nate” Miles says looking back at his memories.

“Nate? My friend Nate?” Melo says surprised

“Yeah-“

“Nate, my teammate? Number 30 Nate?” Melo says again trying to confirm if what he heard was real.

“Yes! Nate Darling. She’s had a crush on him since I came here. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.” Miles states while searching around the locker room.

“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Melo mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag.

“What was that?” Miles asks him.

“Nothing! Now shall we get going?” Melo says as he gathered the remaining items and stuffed it in his duffel bag.

“Oh yeah, let’s go, You hungry?” Miles said as he gave up and went to the door with his stuff on hand.

Making his way out, you peek your head. Looking at Melo who merely glanced at you and walked out after your brother.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

—————

“Melo, please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.

You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies.

“Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch.

“Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay,” trying to mask your emotions.

“You sure? You know I’m good at telling when one is lying.” She says giving you the look that was so tempting to have you spill out all of your thoughts.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stated while I tried to divert my gaze to the floor.

“Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Nate.

“Oh my god.” Your best friend gasps.

Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?”

“Can’t believe it.” She said with her mouth hanging open.

“What? What’s going on?” You said as you look around.

“He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” She said, glaring her eyes. You see, she is Gelo’s girlfriend and they are both staying over for the week before going back to Cali.

Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Melo enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the Hornets cheerleading team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Melo already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you, your texts, and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the cheerleading team. The CHEERLEADING TEAM. You expected one of the nurses which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the cheerleading team tends to take their work very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.

Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers burst when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend.

“Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs.

“Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch.

“Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm is still around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.

For the next few days you ignored Melo completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Melo seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her and it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same afternoon as you. Workouts. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking to her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her lift heavy weight. What an ass kisser really.

And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Melo anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you to use the weights.

“Hi y/n!” Nate says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.

“Hey Nate-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang,” you said again trying to be flirtatious.

Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…”

“Totally!” You say nervous laughing it off.

Melo before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tense. “Say Nate, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him.

“Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto the court huh?” He said elbowing you.

Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out someday.”

Melo scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.

He sends her a fake smile and signals to the coach who has now entered the training facility. As if his reason for scoffing was the coach entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip.

“So like a date?” Nate asks you genuinely.

“You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The training facility silences as they stare at him curiously.

“You okay Ball?” The coach asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the lecture.

“A date is then babe.” Nate says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.

—————

“I knew it! It was about time you two finally got together.” Your best friend claps her hands.

“We’re not getting together. It's simply a date, nothing else.” I say to remind her.

“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. The front door opened and slammed close.

“Geez I bet it’s Melo, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head.

Chuckling, I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?”

“Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. Your wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” She said while still looking at the clothes.

“None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stairs and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.

His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was standing right next to you once the door was closed. “My goodness Melo what the hell?-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Nate?” He said while his breath fanned against your neck:

“What about him? It’s none of your concern-” You turn around looking up to face him.

“It is!” He says, flying his arms around in frustration.

“Shhh keep it down Melo!” You said as you patted his upper stomach because that’s all you could reach.

“Or what? Afraid your brother will find out huh?” He says while he took a step forward, you took one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your brother will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m I able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells me slowly. His head lowering closer and closer to my lips. Pulling his head and smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling me closer to him. Picking me up and resting me on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as I kiss his lips until I am sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up my shirt. Already missing my soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of me. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed me. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And I knew this.

He groans and curses when I lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” I ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at my hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of my touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought I would give in easily. Pushing him back, I get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Nate a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Melo. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, I got closer to his ear and whispered, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting my lip, I grab my water and walk away.

Watching as I walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shakes his head. “Fuck.”

————

“It was nice hanging out with you Nate. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in the training facility.” I said getting up after the date with Nate was over.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Melo have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.” Nate said following my lead.

“It isn’t serious.” I restated.

“Really?” He asks, raising a brow at me. His smoothie in hand as we walked around the downtown mall. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Nate sighed looking up at the sky.

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously

“Doesn’t take Einstein to know we have feelings for one another.” He said laughing seeing the dumbfounded expression on my face.

“Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.”  I said defending my self.

Nate scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.”

“It’s not-”

“It’s so!” He said again standing his ground.

“You have completely lost it, Nate Darling.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink.

“Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guess when he started arriving at our training all gloomy and silent and not even having the same energy. But then when he brought Natalie to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!” Nate said spilling it all out.

I stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I asked Nate out in front of Melo knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to me. Confront me, tell me how stupid I am and that I am  his. I also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. Now if I were to ask that very same question that had me gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can I see yourself dating Melo?

______

Omniscient.

“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” Your friend beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Nate getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Natalie is sitting next to him smiling at her squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate.

“You okay baby?” Natalie asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Nate. The mere thought of it already has him rolling his eyes.

“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts.

“Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” Melo said Turing off his phone.

“Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the modeling agency.” Your friend stated cleaning up the kitchen.

Natalie pouts. “It’s alright.”

“Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows.

Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” She smiles at him and says her goodnights.

Natalie left a few minutes later, getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with her cheeks. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeling that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.

“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.

Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.

______

Omniscient.

It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.

“Hey Nate, where’s y/n?” Melo asked curiously.

“How will I know?” Nate said with the ball in his hands getting ready to shoot.

“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” Melo says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.

Nate stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Nate shakes him and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.”

Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes met yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back on what Nate said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Natalie. He forgot the cheerleaders are taking a break for 2 weeks. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.

By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Melo , who was now with the ball, rushed until he got near the net and dunked the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the team's victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate him. Looking for #1. You smiled warmly at him as you walked up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure walks the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Natalie is such a sweet girl and really likes Melo. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.

“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Natalie pulled Melo down for a kiss.

Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the Spectrum Center. Melo pulls away quickly, keeping Natalie at arms length. “Melo? Baby what’s wrong?” Natalie said, looking up at him with her arm around him.

“Natalie, I'm sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He said as he broke the contact, heading to the door.

“Melo? Wait- Melo!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.

“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search of you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slammed his hand on the door and went inside of the locker-room.

“I’m here.” You said silently.

Turning around, there you were before him.

Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.

“Can’t go another day without you.” He said underneath his breath.

“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.” You said, with tears threatening to fall.

“Never baby.” Melo said, looking down at you.

————

“You two were what?!”

Your brother exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Melo are standing before him, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of your brother who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I hope you liked my first imagines, I know there are some errors with the POV, but I’ll fix it later!

Thank you for reading 😊😊