#sorry this gif is so bad I literally took a video of my screen with my phone

[cahootings]

Quick question. what the fuck is this

[delcakoo]

enha giving you partner privilege ˖ ࣪ ˒ ‎♡⃕

requested <3

PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff!

WC ! 3.1k

WARNINGS ! being judged for wearing a skirt in jungwon’s

a/n: help i’m sorry this took literal months but finally feeding u all an enha reaction-ish T-T i took multiple long breaks between most of these so. sorry if it’s weird lol

LEE HEESEUNG !

if literally anybody tries to tease or make fun of this man.. oh no

he is NOT afraid to retaliate and tear them to shreds, even if it’s his closest friends or members <\3

when it comes to you though..

he just ,, LETS YOU ?!

and everyone else agrees that it’s totally unfair, INCLUDING YOU because you wanted a reaction.. that’s the whole point of teasing :(

but instead he just sits there with a dumb little smirk because he thinks you’re so cute and wants to give you a kiss as you continue calling him a loser 🧌

“hah, you suck. i don’t even play video games and i won,” you taunt with a big, victorious grin

heeseung doesn’t even complain or fight back, continuing to go past the results screen with a nonchalant smirk, “yeah yeah.. you just got lucky”

however, you begin to pout slightly, earning no actual reaction from your relentless teasing

so you try and push him further, “nuh uh, i think you’re just bad. but it’s okay seungie, you can’t be good at everything~”

well, that doesn’t work either

instead of getting mad heeseung just GRINS, quietly admiring how cute you look when you’re all cocky and smug about your little victory

aaand then everything goes downhill when sunghoon enters the room 😟

the tall boy snickers immediately at the sight of the tv, watching your character dance in victory, “nice one, y/n!”

you grin up at the younger with a wink, “thanks hoon, i must admit, it was an easily won battle.”

he laughs harder, “next time you gotta go easy on him,” feeling brave apparently, sunghoon has the nerve to ruffle your boyfriend’s fluffy hair with a mischievous smirk, “you know how hyung gets when he loses.”

yikes

heeseung’s once adoring expression turns into one of (half joking) annoyance, jaw clenched as he swats sunghoon’s hand away from his head

“really bro? 1v1 me right now then, i’ll kick your ass and we both know it,” he sasses, getting ready to throw the other controller at the boy

the speed in which sunghoon bolted outta the room in pure terror

you’re just 🧍

“no fair, how come you don’t get mad when i tease you?” you complain, crossing your arms like a toddler

heeseung’s expression softens again, pulling you towards his side of the couch for a warm hug, “s’cause you’re my baby,” he murmurs cheesily against your skin

“and ‘cause i let you win.”

“aw— wait what?” 😕

// PARK JAY !

the amount of privilege you have as this man’s partner?? lord

there is a lOt

you get excused for every little thing

even though jay hates ppl touching his hair he lets you?! and of course will make you food ALL the time

while if anyone else asks, they’ll prob have to spend some time convincing him for a while or bribe him y’know

but perhaps the biggest one..

disturbing jay during his naps is equivalent to asking for a punch in the face

it’s pretty much common knowledge amongst the members that it’s impossible to wake him up anyway

but if they somehow do get him up, they should expect many annoyed grunts and remarks and probably a middle finger before he inevitably falls back to sleep

naps are very serious business for mr park

BUT when you’re in the picture..

suddenly he gets all soft and compliant..

his members find this very annoying and you’re just like hah losers 🥰

at this point they start facetiming you whenever he’s napping because bro practically launches out of bed at the sound of your voice

“hyung, hyung wake up!” jungwon is literally shaking the older boy, pushing him back and forth on the bed

yet he is sTiLL asleep

there has to be some kind of sleeping competition they can sign him up for because god he deserves an award <\3

jungwon eventually gives up, calling for sunghoon’s help

and how does he help?

giving him a big smack on the head of course

finally, jay flinches awake, groaning as he touches his head, “what the hell hoon?!”

“dinner’s ready! ” jungwon quickly announces with a grin, “me and sunoo tried cooking this time and i swear, we didn’t burn anything and it actually tastes—“

“don’t care. let me sleep.”

“but hyung the—“

*snores*

sunghoon sighs, “alright, it’s time we pull out the big guns.”

by that, they mean forcing you to come over there in exchange for some of the boys’ homemade dinner

jungwon and sunghoon watch from the doorway as you tiptoe over to the bed, doing what you do best: tricking your boyfriend

“pretty boy,” you whisper, tracing down his sharp jawline with a feathering touch

and like that, jay starts stirring, eyes eventually fluttering open

“oh, so i have to slap him, but they just cARess his face and suddenly he’s rising and shining— ow!” sunghoon groans when jungwon elbows him into the wall to shut him up

jay yawns, “y/n? what’re you doing here?”

he reaches up to give you a peck, and you nearly coo at his raven hair all tangled cutely

“wanted to have dinner with you guys,” you lie, grabbing his hand to pull him up

“yeah but i was napping..” he protests childishly, making jungwon roll his eyes in the background

it was rare for jay to have his baby moments, but it happens !!

you continue rubbing his hand, “well you also have to eat babe, and i’m gonna be here too.”

at that, he sighs, but gets up from bed, stretching with a yawn

“hallelujah!” sunghoon cheers, prancing over to give you a high five

jungwon groans, “what would we do without you y/n”

jay is just 🧍

“aish.. you were forced here to wake me up weren’t you?”

all three of you make nervous eye contact before running off to the kitchen jungwon claps his hand at last, “who’s ready to have the most life changing meal of your lives?”

// SIM JAEHYUN !

jake’s a little shy about it

but if someone takes something of his he will definitely go D:

he does a little pout!!

and if it’s something that he absolutely REFUSES to share

like a straw

then he’ll be like “ay that’s mine, go get your own!!” in a half joking, jake way y'know?

but when it comes to you…

he cant say no to your cute face <3

everything jake owns? yours

congrats you have a whole second closet now

want some of his food? take the whole plate !!

he even calls you layla’s other parent despite being very very protective of her :(((

thats when you knew you’re extremely special to him !

jake’s just peacefully lying on the couch, waiting for you to finish up showering

when all of a sudden heeseung strolls in, humming as he goes to fill up a glass of water in the kitchen

as jake was about to greet him, his brows furrow at the sight of a familiar logo on the back of the older boy’s green shirt

“hyung..?” he calls suspiciously

“hmm?”

“is that my shirt?”

heeseung looks down for a moment, scanning his outfit before shrugging

“maybe. found it on the floor,” the older replies

jake just frowns

“bro, i don’t wanna share shirts with you! you’re always sweaty as hell after playing league until 3am!”

heeseung takes a leisurely sip of his water, uncaring of the whiney younger boy on the couch, “well too bad. stop leaving your shit on the floor then.”

before jake can give him another pouty complaint, the sound of a yawn coming out of his room leads both boy’s to turn and investigate

a huge smile rushes to jake’s face at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts just like heeseung, the soft white fabric overflowing down your thighs

“angel! is that my shirt?” he giggles cutely

“uh yeah, is that okay?”

“what, of course! you look adorable, c’mere angel,” your boyfriend demands with grabby hands, ignoring heeseung’s disbelieving eye roll nearby

“but when i wear your shirt it’s the end of the goddamn world, huh?”

you snicker quietly as you walk over to jake, letting him pull you in for a kiss

jake smirks, “mhm, now give it back or i’m eating all our ramen without you.”

“you wouldn’t..”

“try me, hyung~”

then he sticks his tongue out in his classic jake way 💪

// PARK SUNGHOON !

getting straight to the point here

when someone touches sunghoon he’s immediately on guard

he’s a lot better with those who are close to him, but he still gets a bit stiff and awkward

and with strangers.. he’ll just try and find an escape right away

this goes especially for his facial area

he will not hesitate to swat anyone’s hand away or flinch in annoyance if they try to pinch his cheeks or poke his nose >:(

similarLY to how sunoo was now

“i saw you blushing when that engene in the front row called you hot~” the younger boy snickers, “you’ve been an idol for two years now, and you’re still not used to that?”

then suddenly hoon’s cheeks are being pushed together, making his lips form a pout

“our sunghoonie is so cute~”

his hand is quickly slapped away 😒

“ow!”

before sunoo can even complain you’re rushing into the dressing room with a vip pass around your neck, running over to give your boyfriend a hug

sunoo watches with a pout as you cup sunghoon’s jaw, reaching up to give him a peck

“you did amazing as usual, i’m so proud!”

yeah

contrary to pretty much everyone else, sunghoon wants your touch and enjoys it thoroughly <3

in your hold, he’s completely relaxed; pushing his cheek further into your hand as he wraps his arms around you

“thank you,” he whispers with a cheeky grin

feeling playful, you even go to pinch his cheeks

and instead of getting mad the boy just gigGLES like a whipped idiot

sunoo crosses his arms, “what!? no fair!”

hoon kinda forgot his bandmate was there to witness everything 🧌

“yah, why’re you still there?” he barks, “shoo!”

you purse your lips to hold in your laugh, waving bye to the sulking boy who only rolls his eyes

you snicker once he’s gone, “so.. what was that about?”

sunghoon sighs, “don’t worry about it..” you raise a brow when he scoops you up, placing you on the makeup table, “now, where were we? celebrating how good i did, right ;)”

// KIM SUNOO !

this one’s a lil’ hard because sunshine is kinda bad at saying no and lets his members get away with a bit toO much

but he still tries to be is very strict when it comes to paying for things because why should he be paying for niki’s new pokemon game ??

of course if it’s his members birthday, an occasional treat, or maybe if he lost a bet it’d be an exception

but besides that he’s pretty good at not falling for the members puppy eyes and pouty whining

this of course isn’t the same for you

you’re literally the love of his life!! his partner of COUrse he has to spoil you and buy you absolutely everything you want >:(

sunoo will literally tell you beforehand to not let him sEe your wallet on dates or he’ll get upset

(even though when he becomes all pouty you only think he’s adorable)

sunoo would be doing his skincare

having the time of his life y’know putting his face mask on and—

“hyung, can you—“ before he can even finish, riki starts CACKLING and sunoo already knows it’s because of his green face mask ..

“you— you look like-“ he snorts, “the little green guy from monsters inc-“

sunoo slaps his arm, “yah, i do not. what do you want, brat?”

the younger boy grins, staring at him through the mirror

“so… splatoon 3 came out and..”

“absolutely not”

riki gAsps in offense, “why not!? it’s only like 90$!”

“do i look like your mom?”

“kinda—“

“shut up. go ask jake hyung, you know he can’t say no to you”

then suddenly

you, who was on your boyfriend’s bed waiting for his return, prance into the bathroom as well

“sunnie guess what!?”

sunoo smiles brightly at your arrival, pausing his ministrations to meet your eyes

“hmm?”

you grab his arm, shaking him back and forth, “seventeen is coming on tour here next month! we have to get tickets!”

he gasps, “really!? okay, i’ll get us tickets tonight!”

but then riki.. 🧌

“hyung, why will you buy y/n a concert ticket but i can’t get a game?”

“because they’re y/n and you’re riki ☺️”

ouch <\3

// YANG JUNGWON !

AWHhh won’s the cutest with giving you privilege T-T

there’s a lot of super small things that you might not even notice

like letting you touch his dimples, wear his clothes or play with his hair

you may not realise your privilege ‘cause if anyone else did those things he proBably wouldn’t say anything

because he’s jungwon

BUT when you do it he genuinely encourages you and gets all giggly <3

one thing you’ve definitely noticed though is how protective wonnie tends to get over you compared to others

he’s already quite protective of the people he loves as is

but 99% of the time he won’t mention or say anything if an issue comes up:

say an interviewer makes a comment he doesn’t approve of

some backhanded compliment to one of his members

or maybe a joke gone too far

he isn’t the type to say something rude in response or bring it up off camera, at most the interviewer would receive a very harsh glare and frown

when it comes to his partner though..

no no absolutely nOt.

you are his responsibility!! his person, his love and therefore he will not hesitate to defend you and fight anyone who dares to bring a tear to your face

suddenly his normal coherent thoughts of ‘it’s okay jungwon, don’t say anything, be professional’ FLIES OUT THE WINDOW BECAUSE no. he will not accept this

for example!!

one day you and won were going on a cute lil picnic in the park <3

you decided to wear a skirt for the heck of it, thinking it’d look cute especially with the picnic idea and the weather getting a tad warmer

so once you’re both out of the car, jungwon holding the basket of pastries while you carried the drinks and blanket, you were both pretty sure nothing could ruin the cheery mood

jungwon even complimed your skirt, mentioning how he thought it suited you perfect :D

“wah, i’ve been wanting to have a picnic all year. really, this is gonna be perfect!” your boyfriend says cheekily

“mhm, next time we should bring mauemi though!”

you wait for jungwon’s reply with a smile, but it quickly drops when you look up to see an old woman on a bench staring at you as if you’d done something terrible, her wrinkly face pulled into a displeased frown

brows furrowing, you follow her gaze to your bare legs, a tug of insecurity forming in your stomach as she scans you up and down

“..and the squirrels would be perfect to chase—“ jungwon pauses when he glances over at you, worry increasing as he notices your visibly deflated expression, “jagi?”

his eyes follow yours, widening when he sees the lady send you daggers from across the park

jungwon’s brows furrow, holding your hand tighter with every step you take closer to her

if it was anyone else, he knew that he wouldn’t say a thing; probably brush it off, maybe send her a frown back

but he simply can’t help the words that tumble from his mouth, “is something wrong, ma’am?”

your eyes widen right away because wonnie nEver has the guts to call people out like that usually???

ESPEcially not an elderly person ..

of course, the old woman only scoffs rudely in response, muttering something in a malicious tone under her breath

the boy holding your hand smirks in satisfaction and you sigh, quickly leading him away as fast as possible

“yah, why’d you do that?!” you whisper-yell

he gives you an obvious glance, “because i didn’t like how she looked at you”

jungwon looks cute 99% of the time, but at that moment with the harsh glare on his face, he’s a bit intimidating even to you <\3

you gulp, “still..”

“no, y/n,” he interrupts sternly, “i refuse to let my pretty s/o stay upset when there’s something i can do about it”

with that, jungwon places down the picnic basket and starts pulling out your snacks like nothing happened <3

“so, what should we eat first?” :D

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

sigh.

now for this boy your partner privilege is THROUGH THE ROof okay

the difference in how he treats you to everyone else??

literally anyone can see the difference even if it’s their first time meeting you guys

riki’s a combo of all the previous ones

lets u wake him up whenever and even interrupt him while dancing/gaming

definitely gives u all the pda u want but if anyone else tries it he may bite them

and ofc defends you withOut hesitation even if it’s just some lame joke he will roast them right back mf !!!

the most noticeable point though is for sure how a majority of the time he listens to whatever you say ON THE FIRST TRY

it’s ‘majority of the time’ because if he didn’t annoy you at least a bit that wouldn’t be riki

it could be something so small

sunghoon and you would be chilling on the couch, then he’d see riki walk in

“yah, can you get me a water?”

mans gets ignored as niki pUshes him over to sit next to you instead

“no, i’m lazy.”

sunghoon just rolls his eyes, meanwhile you were on your phone; completely oblivious to the conversation as you reach over to kiss the younger boy’s cheek

“babe, can you go grab me a drink please?”

bro SPRINTS to the kitchen without another word 🧌

nobody knows why he’s so enthusiastic to serve you but !!

sunghoon is tempted to call him a simp

or exhibit b

you’re at the dorms watching jake and niki play some video game

or at least. they were supposed to be playing together

but apparently it was a single player game and your boyfriend was being a bit of a hog judging by how they were practically wrestling on the carpet for the controller 😟

then after a while longer jake desperately calls out for you

“y/nnn he won’t give me a turn!”

you realise at that moment that this is what having kids must feel like

meanwhile riki gives u that innocent look as if he did nothing

you sigh, “yah, give jake a turn. haven’t you been playing for like 15 minutes straight?”

jake nods furiously in agreement

he pouts, “well yeah but..”

you give him the stink eye

aaand he passes the controller over without any more complaints <\3

jake lets out a vEry sarcastic thank you while riki wanders all the way over to you and plops down in your embrace like a whiny toddler

then he just looks up at you from your lap

“you look pretty today.”

jake groans in the background while you nearly choke

“all of a sudden??”

“yeah,” he replies simply, “i don’t mind giving up my spot to jake ‘cause i have a much better view now~”

what will you do with this boy 😞

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[youremyonlyhope]

The Giggle

Final Fourteen episode*. If I've added an asterisk it means that I correctly interpreted the vague spoiler I saw and am not happy. (Edit: Yep added the asterisk.)

Anyway. I'm just glad this means we'll finally get Gatwa!Doctor. We should have had him already.

Also forgot to put this in the last post. But. Pandemonium, the world ending, people going insane, and a Toymaker. My prediction for the plot of this episode: StarKid's Black Friday.

Sorry, all I can hear is Barney Stinson. I'm sure he did a bad German accent at some point in HIMYM. I like dolls but these puppets are creepy even to me. "Sunnier climes" OH, SO HE'S A RACIST. Hey dude. Tell Baird about the human hair before it blows up. "Imagine if it could talk." No no no. Be careful what you wish for.

Something I forgot to say much much earlier. I don't know how I feel about the intense zoom-in on the TARDIS in the opening sequence. It's almost a Torchwood level of dramatic zoom.

Very carefully not showing us Wilf's face. I wouldn't have wanted Bernard present for all this chaos either though. I'm sorry. UNIT has an Avenger's Tower now? I don't like that. I liked the Tower of London. But I guess Kate wanted to make sure they definitely didn't get shut down again. I was chanting "Slap him, slap him, slap him" as Kate walked up and when she hugged him I said "Aww" in disappointment. Oh Mel! I had been vaguely spoiled of her showing up too. RTD2, I would have preferred an Old Who companion showing up in the 60th special episode that was closest to the actual 60th, but oh well I guess I should be happy we got something Old Who at all since this really was getting close to being a purely RTD focused anniversary. "The pilot declared his right to land wherever he wanted." Greaaat. Sounds like an average day here in 'Murica honestly. "Why should I care about you?" I mean look everything I've ever seen of the Tories tells me that's just what they're like anyway. What is a Vlinx and why is it here and why do we trust it? I don't trust it. Ah. Bad idea to deactivate it for even more than a couple words honestly. So is everyone just prejudiced now? Like the racist toymaker?

TRINITY WELLS!!!!! NO WAY. NO. WAY. THEY GOT MY GIRL TRINITY BACK ON MY TV!?!?!?! THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE. I LOVE HER. Ohhhh Trinity deserves the big font for that.

I've found the one bit of RTD era nostalgia that instantly gets to me. Have Trinity Wells show up. I guess this is how everyone else has felt the last few episodes. Not even Wilf got that reaction out of me. I literally just SCREAMED "Trinity Wells!" Out loud. I can't even be mad she's spewing stupidity and is "anti-Zeedex" I am just happy to see her. That's my girl.

If nothing else comes from this episode, if I don't care about anything else, I got to see Trinity Wells again. Ok that really made me so happy just now. The Trinity Wells Show. Really showing us it's her. Ahhh I love her. Seriously I'm reacting the way I probably would have reacted if they ever acknowledged Frobisher during Twelve's era. Only Martha showing up could get a bigger reaction out of me right now. Truly that was a cameo aimed at me and only me it feels like. So like the Master's network? "It's not like the old Archangel Network." Ok never mind. Oh so Rose only came out as trans 6 months ago. I WAS GONNA SAY THAT THE CHILDREN'S VOICES WE HEARD BEFORE THE TIME-SKIP WAS MY VOCAL WARMUPS. God I need to write things down when I think of them. NOOO. I THINK I KNEW ABOUT THE FIRST TV VIDEO BEING A PUPPET OR SOMETHING. THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I don't mean to be That Person but the whole human race isn't connected by Internet yet. We still got uncontacted/limited contact tribes and groups all over the place. Hundreds if not thousands of people who have never seen a screen. Oh yeah! They're President of the World!

(I took way too long searching to find that specific gif. But I love that gif so much.)

"120 plus five weeks holiday." "Done." YAS GET THAT MONEY DONNA. Also find Martha to see if she's still freelance or not. "So you talk about no one. Ever." I don't mean to quote Jack Harkness, but not if they're blonde... Doctor. You are. Avoiding. Still so much Thirteen in you. NOPE. LOL at them having to use basically refurbished still images from the lost episodes. BBC, this is only the fault of your own that they're missing. I hope you two have learned from last episode to STAY TOGETHER. Rules of play. Lawless. Hmm. So the Toymaker made everyone act like kids where the world revolves around them and only them? WHAT DID I SAY. STAY. TOGETHER. Oh no he's way too light. That was way too heavy for the Doctor to lift. Who's your mummy? Not an Empty Child reference just me being convinced his mummy is going to be someone. Oh nooooo not the "mama" and the teeth. OH RECAP TIME. Is this because they know a bunch of people skipped Twelve and Thirteen and even Eleven? Oh well. At least some acknowledgement. Still wish it was in the first of the specials but ok. "Oh, well, that's all right then." Ok look Toymaker has got a point for those three "surviving" but dying. Why only reference the Flux and nothing else Thirteen went through? Part of me is upset at no mention of the Fam and Dan, not even at least Yaz since Fourteen would have seen her only days earlier, but Thirteen had a clean track record of companions surviving so it's ok. Ok NPH's using his Barney magic trick skills ok. I see you. What do you mean a jigsaw of the Doctor's history? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT. PLEASE BE A REFERENCE TO THE ORIGINAL OLD WHO EPISODE. DON'T BE A HINT THAT RTD2 IS GOING TO TRY TO RETCON THE TIMELESS CHILD. JUST LET IT BE. I'm sorry the Master is in your WHAT. "The one who waits." Amy? Rory? They both waited. "That's someone else's game." huh. Sorry, all I see is Barney Stinson even in the mannerisms. I was wondering why if they went back in time that things would still be bad in the future. Since if they fixed it in 1925 it wouldn't happen. The Toymaker wouldn't be there. But no wibbly wobbly timey wimey just a different order. They should take the little toy box. Oh good took it. Don't you dare kill of Mel right here while she's watching the box. Don't you dare. I haven't even seen any of her episodes but I swear if you kill her.... WHAT. IS. THE. VLINX. THOUGH. Hey Doctor, at least tell Kate what you're up against. I was about to say that NPH was pretty perfect casting for a role like this, then the Toymaker threw Kate into a wall and too I'm mad now. DON'T HURT MEL TOO. Oh no. Kateeee I love you I do but listen to him ok? NOW you tell her about the Toymaker. Maybe some warning next time? Eh. He can shoot it. I didn't like this new UNIT building anyway. This is very Christmas Invasion. [thud] [glass shattering] OK that was dark. Wait celestials were a thing in Do You Hear Me? right? "And yet, I have fallen in love with humanity." Really hitting the nail on the "just like the Doctor" head here. OH. WOW. OOOOOOOOOOH. Next Doctor. Oooooooooooh. "It doesn't matter who. Because every single one of you is fantastic" RTD2 that better be a purposeful Nine reference though I know it's not. Don't you dare say "I don't want to go." for the third time. "Allons-y." Ok I'll accept that.

NO. NOT AGAIN. WE ARE NOT DOING ANOTHER TEN REGENERATION FAKE OUT. NO.

"What?" No. Nope. The spoiler came true and I am not happy about it. Time to add that asterisk. No. Is he not even wearing pants? Oh but I love Gatwa as the Doctor already so much. He's here. Oh Fifteen (fine I will say the number. I think this is the first time) gets to keep the tie. I meant to say I liked the grey knit tie earlier like 2 episodes ago. And the shoes. Oh and Ten's in an undershirt, I thought the shirt multiplied somehow just to not leave Fifteen totally naked. "Someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" I am so happy to see you. Why must your first scene involve you not wearing pants though? The disrespect. "I think you're beautiful." "Do you come in a range of colors?" "Yes." I... do not know how I feel about that line. I really don't like that Fifteen has to LITERALLY share his start with Fourteen. I was saying it when Gatwa was first announced as Fourteen and then not Fourteen because then Tennant got announced. And now it's literally happening. They're sharing the lines, the scene, 1 of 3 specials. Really more like half a special if we're being generous. I really wish we had just not done this Tenthree thing at all. See even Fourteen got to say "I'm the Doctor" first while Fifteen said "And I'm the Doctor." like. Come on. At least let Fifteen have that first line. HEY. THE CAPTIONS SAY [TENTH DOCTOR] NOT FOURTEENTH. SO WHICH IS IT. WHAT IS THE TRUTH. DOES THIS NOT COUNT?

Ok seriously. Give the man some pants. Like come on.

Eeek did he have too many teeth? He looked like he had too many teeth. Flat, 2D, like Flatline? "My legions are coming." Ok and that means... Oooh I did not like that the laugh's arpeggio didn't resolve. "And bind it in salt." SO. IS THIS SALT THING. REALLY A THING NOW? REALLY? Or is it just because the Doctor mentioned the whole salt thing being the leak that let the Toymaker in? And what about mavity? There's 15 minutes. The ball fell but did it hit the ground yet? Gravity? Maybe the game didn't end? The Doctor kissed themself. Not in the way the Master did but still.

Give him some pants please.

NO. NO. NOT ANOTHER LADY WITH RED NAILS PICKING UP SOMETHING THAT HAS THE MASTER INSIDE IT. NO. SERIOUSLY RTD WHY ARE WE DOING THINGS OVER? Unless it's Dhawan!Master. Then I will accept that. I will gladly have Dhawan!Master back. BUT OTHERWISE NO. I REFUSE. Why is Fourteen explaining this to Fifteen, he should remember it since he's him. Like come on. "This is great. I think. Is it?" That was a Thirteenism right there. "One thing you need in this place is a chair." see that's the Doctor channeling Bill judging Twelve not having chairs close enough to the console. "Adric." "Adric." ADRICCCCCC. Seriously that hurts me and like I said I haven't even watched that part of Old Who. God. Stop bringing up Rose come on. OH WAIT. WAIT.

WAIT.

"I loved her. And Rose." OH MY GOD. I hate Tenrose but even I'M freaking out that the Doctor just admitted to loving Rose out loud. OH MY GOD. I mean still fanservice pandering. But FINE. Fine. Tenrose shippers take this one I'm giving it to you. I got so distracted by my annoyance at the still constant bringing up of Rose I almost missed the weight of what that meant. Still mad about the Rose-colored-glasses of the RTD era but good for you guys getting this.

Mavic Chen? Remind me to look that up it sounds really familiar. Ah, wish I didn't look it up, gotta love that 60s racism. Rehab in reverse. So you're saying we're gonna check back in on Fourteen in the future and he'll properly regenerate and/or kind of pop into existence in the moment that Fifteen bi-generated? Maybe? Hopefully? God if I had a nickel for every time RTD had a second Doctor separate from the main Doctor and had Tennant's face stay on Earth with a companion, I'd have two nickels. Don't you dare split the TARDIS too. That's too much. I assume this hammer is an Old Who reference. If so, very cute. They split the TARDIS. And Fifteen gets the second TARDIS. I can't really describe my mood besides -_- "I am so sorry." Yeah you better apologize to her. Ok that's cute the ramp. Why the jukebox though. Traditional Earth ballad? If Billie Piper shows up I'm literally stomping across the pond to RTD's house and killing him because that'll officially be Too Much. I can't even be completely happy at Gatwa's first proper TARDIS flight. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye were you?" Of course he was. Ask Sarah Jane. ASK SUSAN. "As if I would ever do that." At least you're self aware. Have these two been the first Doctors to hug? So Fifteen tells people he loves them. Willingly. Openly. Frequently. And a lot. I like that. (Yes Fourteen said he loved Wilf and River but shhh that was over the course of days. Fifteen has said I love you twice in like 3 minutes and was very affectionate to Mel)

Can we PLEASE put this man in some pants though!?

The little 2-finger salute from Fourteen is cute though. "The eyebrow story." TWELVE? Nope an alien species. "Oh, you're family, darling. Sit down." AWWWW. AWWWWWW MEL GETS A FAMILY. Ok. Ok that's really sweet. That's what I care about. Not even Tenthree/Fourteen getting a family. Mel gets one. Empty chair. It's for Wilf yes but let me pretend Martha's just running late to dinner ok? Ok. "I've never been so happy in my life." That's good. Fifteen really split off from Fourteen and was like "Ok you carry all the trauma and deal with it. I'm gonna keep running away."

I knew the Vlinx was voiced by Nicholas Briggs. What IS the Vlinx though? Because I really was waiting for it to be like a plant by the Toymaker.

God I can't believe we're really gonna do the same thing all over again with the Master. Like I said, if it's Dhawan!Master then I'm overjoyed. If it's another, I'm not as happy. I'm hoping that because it was the same way Simm!Master had came back as himself, it means Dhawan!Master will too. We'll see. And who grabbed the tooth this time? At least last time the ring was in a forest. I could believe someone was nearby to take it. But they're on a HELICOPTER LANDING PAD. In the secure UNIT building. Seriously who picked up the tooth?

GIVE. MY MAN. SOME PANTS. I feel so insulted that Gatwa spent all of his moments in his first episode IN HIS UNDERWEAR.

The absolute highlight of the episode was seeing Trinity Wells. Literally the most excited I've been about any of these fanservice moments. That feels like it was fanservice just aimed directly at me. As if RTD2 was like "Hope's not gonna enjoy this. What can we do? No no I'm not bringing back Martha. Oh! Trinity Wells!"

*Asterisk time! I can only hope that Fourteen is just another Tentoo and will live and die a normal human life but that's not what seems to be the case. I don't like that there's just another Doctor floating around. I had been spoiled for it. I hoped I had misunderstood the post since I hadn't properly finished reading it once I realized it was a spoiler. But I interpreted it correctly. If it ends up being that Fourteen does eventually regenerate and kind of hops back into the moment the body splits into Fourteen and Fifteen, then fine. But like. Otherwise, if there's now just a separate branch of Doctors and regenerations and then Fifteen technically has to share the title of Fifteen with whoever regenerates from this Fourteen then I will be so mad. Is this Fourteen really Fourteentoo? Or Tenfour. CAN WE JUST STOP REGENERATING INTO DAVID TENNANT AT THIS POINT. Just have him come back as Ten, he doesn't need to be three maybe FOUR different Doctors!

Oh my god. If RTD2 pulls a "Fugitive!Doctor is actually a Doctor AFTER Fourteen and regenerated and forgot everything and then met Thirteen" instead of being a pre-First Doctor then I'll actually riot. If that's the meaning of the jigsaw of their history, I'm really gonna actually riot.

Of the 3 specials. The Meep was eh. It was fine. Pure nostalgia and a nightmare fuel alien monster of the week. However, I REALLY enjoyed Wild Blue Yonder. That was right up my alley combining aspects of a lot of my favorite past episodes. And the Giggle was fine. Better than the Meep, definitely. I love Fifteen. I'm mad about the bi-generation thing. I would have preferred if after the Toymaster was gone for a bit that Fourteen got sucked back into Fifteen or something as a way of the Universe correcting itself. I'm mad that for most of Fifteen's scenes, it felt more like he was Fourteen's companion. Not the next Doctor. ALSO WHY COULDN'T WE GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS PLEASE. AT LEAST IN THE LATER SCENES.

Also is it still mavity? Did Donna really just ruin all of human history with that one joke?

Oh I just started proofreading and I realize my prediction of Black Friday was wrong. I really thought the Toymaker was gonna make everyone go crazy over a puppet toy.

GIVE FIFTEEN SOME PANTS.

[wndanats]

Lights Dim While We're Dancing

pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x famous!reader

warnings: 18+!!! top!wanda, top!natasha, tiny bit of praise, soft with smut at the end, minors dni!

w/c: 2244

summary: based on this request! sorry it took so long, however this is my longest work yet so hopefully that makes up for the wait

masterlist

a/n i have barely proof read this so i'm sorry for any mistakes :)) i'll go through and delete any i find!

“Hey Nat, come see this” Wanda calls, eyes fixed on the phone screen in front of her. She’d been scrolling through twitter for the past five minutes, giggling to herself when she’d stumbled across a certain corner of the internet. 

“You found more?” Natasha asked, a look of amusement creeping onto her face as she leans over the back of the couch where her girlfriend is sitting. Wanda nods, holding up her phone.

“Has everyone seen these new pictures of Y/N. I need her to rail me so bad.” She reads, her voice completely deadpan causing Wanda to let out another laugh.

“Yeah right. Like she could rail anybody.” Natasha continues, dodging a smack that Wanda had aimed at her. 

“You’ve gotta give her credit Tasha, these pictures are hot” 

“I’m not saying she doesn’t look hot, I’m saying I’ve seen her in bed.” Natasha says with a smirk. 

“You’re terrible” Wanda scoffs, curiosity getting the better of her as she continues to scroll down her feed.

“Hey, I’m not the one publicly tweeting about how much I want our girlfriend to rail me” She shrugs. 

Wanda stops scrolling and her face harderns as she reads another tweet that had captured her attention.

“Hey Y/N are you single?” She reads, sarcasm dripping from her voice “No she is not.” 

Wanda uses one finger to stab at the screen a couple of times. 

“Don’t reply to it!” Nat scorns, attempting and failing to snatch the phone out of Wanda’s hand.

“I’m not replying!” Wanda whines “I’m reporting it.”

“You can’t- You can’t just report her fans because they think she’s hot” Natasha bites back a laugh.

Wanda clearly just missed you, since you’d had to leave them for a couple of weeks to tour with your band, however she could not shake off the jealousy she felt upon discovering your online fanbase. Wanda had trouble sharing. You were theirs.

Although Natasha found your fans wildly entertaining, she couldn’t pretend like all these tweets and posts weren’t getting to her too. She hadn’t felt particularly possessive over the thirst tweets - she knew how fiercely loyal you were. Instead they made her long for you even more. 

The girls were your biggest fans, and had it not been for their missions, they’d have been right beside you on your tour. 

All the pictures and videos were a reminder of what they were missing. They wanted you back and home and back into their arms.

They’d never admit this to you but they’d spent an embarrassing amount of time watching videos of you perform together. Only last week Wanda had given Natasha a very informative lesson on what a fancam was. Every spare minute between missions Wanda had been glued to her phone. If she wasn’t texting you sweet little messages of how proud they were, she would be creeping on your fan tweets and refreshing youtube for new concert videos. 

“You wanna call her?” Nat asked, noticing the subtle switch in her girlfriend's demeanour.

“You don’t think she’ll be busy?”

“If she’s busy she’ll call us back later.”

Wanda hesitates for a couple of moments before switching to the facetime app. Still standing, Natasha leans her elbows on the back of the couch, adjusting herself so her face can be seen on the call.

It only takes three rings for you to pick up, your pixelated face on the screen causing your girlfriend’s to light up. 

“Hi baby!” Wanda says, her face breaking out into a grin. “Where are you?” 

“You caught me at the perfect time, I’ve literally just come offstage” you respond, an equally enthusiastic smile taking over your own features.

Even with the buzz of people in the background, it’s apparent that your voice has become slightly raspy from singing. You always worked hard, but since the tour was nearing a close you’d found yourself pushing even harder, savouring every moment. Both women practically melted at the sound of you. When you were home, you’d usually find yourself losing your voice due to other reasons. It was almost always their doing.

“You look incredible Y/N” Wanda responds, completely mesmerised by how perfectly intact your makeup had remained, despite having just performed for hours. “Tasha certainly thinks so, you should hear how loud her thoughts are right n-“

Wanda is quickly cut off by a soft fist landing on her shoulder. 

“Ignore her, she’s being dirty.” Nat cuts in. “You look beautiful Y/N, we really miss you.”

Your face softens and Natasha quickly regrets her previous words. She wanted you to enjoy your time, not pine over them the way they had for you. 

“I miss you most” you say, having similar thoughts yourself. It wasn’t their fault they couldn’t be there and the last thing you wanted was for them to feel guilty. “I’ll be home soon, I promise.”

“You’d better be. Wanda’s gonna start coming after your fans if you don’t.”

You laugh, slightly confused while Wanda shoots daggers at Natasha.

“My fans? Have I done something?” you ask, concerned.

“Just the army of people asking you to rail them online” Wanda says with a pout. You refrain from telling her how adorable she looks when she’s sulking. 

“Army”  Natasha mocks “It was one tweet.”

“I can’t help it if I'm so irresistible!” you bite back with a laugh, enjoying how easy it was to wind Wanda up. You knew she’d get you back for it soon enough, and to be honest you were looking forward to it. 

One of your bandmates calls your name and begins to shout some words that your girlfriends can’t make out from over the phone. You groan, returning back to your phone with an apologetic look. 

“I’m in high demand today.” You attempt to joke. The pair smile, trying to hide their disappointment. They knew the call was about to get cut short, but they didn’t complain. Seeing your happy little face had drastically improved both of their days and they’d have felt selfish trying to hold your attention for any longer.

“I’ll call you back tonight, promise. I love you both so much.” 

“I love you more honey, talk to you later.” Wanda says with a wave. Natasha blows you a kiss and you throw in a couple more ‘love you’s’ before disconnecting the call. 

Following the brief facetime with your girlfriends, you struggle to pay any attention to the voices in front of you. Your bandmates discuss a technical mishap from tonight’s show and you nod along, slightly frustrated that the smallest inconvenience had interrupted your precious time with the girls. 

The second that things seem to be wrapping up, you excuse yourself to head back to your hotel room, mind plagued with thoughts of the two women. 

As you flop down on your bed, your heart begins to thump while you play the video call over and over in your head. You only had another week and a half until you’d see them again, but it was a week and a half too long. 

You tried to ignore the heat rising inside of you as you pictured the look on Wanda’s face when she’d spoken about your fans. The hint of jealousy had made her look absolutely hungry for you. You made a mental note to rile her up even more next time you spoke, knowing she’d make you pay for it when you finally returned home. 

You slept easily that night, and the next show went smoother than the last. Your energy had felt particularly good the next day, and you were practically vibrating as you came off the stage. 

You hurried past the crew, keen to get somewhere quiet so you could facetime your girls again. They’d texted you that morning to say they’d been given the weekend off work, and you were more than keen to make the most out of that time.

Eventually, you burst into your dressing room, the phone already dialling before you’d got the chance to sit down.

They didn’t answer. 

After calling Wanda twice, you switched to Natasha’s phone. It was usually easiest to get hold of Wanda, you never usually had to resort to calling Nat. 

You frowned, a little irritated that you’d rushed past everybody with the intent of speaking to them, and neither of the girls had bothered to pick up. 

You tried Natasha once more, groaning loudly when somebody knocked on your door. 

“I’m busy!” you shouted, your tone coming out a lot sharper than you’d intended. You sighed when you realised you’d probably scared the shit out of some poor runner. 

The door opened anyway, and you sat up in your chair, ready to apologise for your rudeness.

“Too busy for us?” a familiar voice responded, and you leapt to your feet as the door cracked open. 

You were in their arms before they had a chance to shut the door, practically jumping at them the second you had registered their presence. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You almost shrieked as Wanda took your face in her hands. 

“I missed my baby too much” she responded, peppering kisses over your face. You giggled, the mix of shock and excitement causing your heart to pulsate.

Natasha’s arms snaked around you from behind, squeezing you close to her despite the fact that Wanda’s hold on you wasn’t going to be broken anytime soon. 

You melted into your girlfriends, tears threatening to spill. You had missed them unbearable amounts, and had to stop yourself from begging them to come and visit you the past few weeks. Everything you had wanted was right here in your arms and you were ecstatic.  

“Did you really get the weekend off?” you asked, turning to face Natasha. 

“With a little force” she whispered, lifting your chin so that her lips met your own, which you accepted happily.

You noticed Wanda’s hands begin to wander as you were pressed against Natasha and you jumped at the feeling. It had been weeks since you’d been touched like this. 

“In my dressing room?” You hissed. 

Wanda just chuckled. 

“You kept us waiting” She responded innocently.

“I don’t think I-“ You were silenced by Wanda’s mouth once again reclaiming you, biting down slightly on your bottom lip. 

“She’s been a fucking nightmare” Natasha whispers in your ear, sending a tingle down your spine. You don’t have time to collect yourself as

you feel your back collide with the wall, Nat’s grip gentle yet firm on your shoulders. 

You allow yourself to go limp, eager to comply as Wanda started to undress you. Your body was beyond tired from the constant stop start of performances you’d been giving and you almost cried in relief when Wanda’s mouth latched onto your clit. After spending so long apart, none of you had the patience to wait any longer. You jerked your body towards her, but Wanda forcefully pressed one hand against your hips, holding you somewhat still as she brought her fingers up to your entrance. 

The sensation caused your knees to weaken, and you wrapped your arms around Natasha to steady yourself, her lips connecting firmly to your neck.

 Although she initially hid it better, she’d been left equally as hungry as Wanda. 

“Fuck” you gasped, as she bit down on your pulse point, soothing it immediately with her tongue. You shuddered hard, knowing she’d have left a mark that’d be a bitch to cover, but you didn’t care enough to stop her. 

Your body turned to jelly beneath them, your soft moans growing loudly as Natasha reached under your shirt, goosebumps forming as her nails grazed the skin of your chest, eventually toying with your hardened nipples. 

From below you, Wanda could feel your legs tremble, she pushed her slender fingers deeper inside of you, relaxing the grip on your hips and allowing you to buck against her. You were very quickly approaching your climax, and you’d have been embarrassed if you weren’t so touch starved.

“You’re doing so well baby, you can come for us” She mumbled, barely moving her mouth away from your core as she spoke. You rode her fingers desperately, chasing the friction you’d been craving. She sucked down on your clit with a harder pressure, not slowing down her movements as you came undone.

You whined loudly, feeling overly sensitive from your recent high. You remained limp against the wall, steadying your breathing while Wanda removed her fingers, her tongue still slowly circling your clit, leaving you jolting slightly under her touch. Natasha placed softer kisses across your face, watching you in adoration. She had missed this so much. 

Eventually Wanda freed you from her grasp and stood to face you, smoothing down your hair as you smiled softly, your mind still in a haze. 

“Poor baby” she whispered “You look so tired.”

You nodded, blushing furiously while you struggled to find words. 

Natasha pulled away from you, her eyes still dark. 

“I hope you’re not too tired though, I still haven’t had my turn” Her voice was barely a whisper, sending a surge straight back to your lower stomach. 

You let Natasha pick you up and carry you over to the dressing room couch. As she placed you down on your back you reached up for her, noticing how she kissed you so much more gentle this time. You knew you’d never be able to leave them for this long again.

[ineffablebookgirl]

Okay, man, hold on. Everything is clunking into place for me, after reading this post about Aziraphale being Israfil in Islam, the angel whose job it is to blow the cosmic horn that starts Armageddon.

And so then, Crowley is the Serpent of Eden, who sets the human story in motion, and, presumably, the need for an Armageddon, where humans are measured and sorted into Good and Bad, sent to Heaven or Hell.

And someone else in another post I read long ago pointed out that Crowley signs to start the Armageddon process at the beginning of the series.

While Aziraphale signs for the package with the tools of the Four Horsepersons, at the end of the series, to end the Armageddoff process. [I could not find a gif or a video of this anywhere, so sorry, you get a crappy photo of my screen I took with my phone.]

So, once again, their roles are reversed --

Crowley starts humanity, Aziraphale is supposed to end it.

Crowley starts Armageddon, Aziraphale ends it.

And Aziraphale ends it in another sense, too, as he's the one [in the series, not in the book] whose creativity and critical thinking skills come up with the argument about the Great Plan vs the Ineffable Plan.

This has also got me thinking about how Aziraphale and Crowley, despite being absolute grade A idiots, are actually ridiculously powerful.

If Aziraphale is one of the ten most important angels, and his job is to literally end everything, it explains some things. Like why the other angels are so insistent on getting him back up to Heaven, instead of just writing him off as a weirdo and a soon-to-be casualty of the War. Like why the Metatron says, "We will leave the portal open for you, do not dawdle." Like why the Quartermaster angel says, "Your whole platoon is waiting for you."

And then there's Crowley. And there're lots of people who like the idea that he's just a nobody in Hell. "They just said, get up there and make some trouble." But then again, he's the only demon we know of who can stop time.

He's the only demon who has an imagination. Which. If all the demons and Satan fell at the same time, for asking questions. I wonder what changed. Why has Crowley kept asking questions, which seems to me to be crucially linked to having an imagination. Meanwhile Hastur and Ligur and Beelzebub, etc., and even Satan, are fatally literal-minded. Satan is defeated by Adam's creativity in naming his adoptive father as his only meaningful father, breaking the expectation and tradition of bloodline. So that kind of creativity is extremely powerful in the story.

So what else do we not know about Crowley and his power?

[iridescenthor]

slow march

pairing; tasm!peter parker x reader

genre: sorta a lil angst, fluff, pining, friends to lovers

warnings: strong language

au:/ requests are open y’all in case you’re interested in sending anything in :)

Your phone screen lit your face up in a fluorescent hue, and as much as it was burning - you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from the video playing itself to you. You couldn’t make out most of what was happening, but it was already pretty obvious what was happening before the lens. Someone had stumbled along the wrong person to mess with - and at the complete wrong time as well. It never took long for Spider-Man to chase down trouble, and it was quite usually a quick victory for him as well, no street criminals could ever match his abilities.

Many citizens of New York didn’t really know how to feel about the amateur crime-fighter yet. Sure, nowadays he was helping the little guy as some would say - he was doing his best to make the streets of his city a little safer. But many were still wary, especially considering how he had started out. The police department had called it a personal vendetta he had against men with shoulder length blond hair, and you would have been the first to agree that revenge was never a good enough excuse to go after anyone like that who crossed his radar.

Until you met the boy. Boy, you say now, because there was no way he was more than a year or two older than you. Sure, he was extremely intelligent - more intellectual than almost anyone you’ve ever met. But he had the humor of someone younger, the wit and hatred for the world that could only be held by a teenager.

It had been a late October night when the hero was quite literally thrown through your living room window. Your mother had screamed and your father had pushed you both behind him as the spandex-clad vigilante stood and shook off the glass lodged into his suit. Across from your building, a large lizard mutant thing hung from the opposite fire escape ladder, gripped onto the railings with his bloodied claws and glaring harshly into your apartment as he waited for his opponent to show himself again.

The blood on the creature’s claws, you soon realized, had come from the deep gashes woven into Spider-Man’s chest. Your father scurried backwards, in an attempt to pull you and your mother into the kitchen and away from the danger zone as the vigilante stood with a sway to his step. He looked around in a panic at the damage made to your windows and living space and glanced back at the three of you before rejoining the battle. “I’m truly sorry about this, I know a guy - I’ll send him over!” Before he swung out the window and lured the dangerous lizard away from your family.

He’d visited later that night, and you never thought your own opinion about someone could change so drastically from just one conversation with them.

“You know, my father’s not very thrilled about the damage done.” You raised an unamused eyebrow at the boy after opening the window to let him in.

“I just came back to apologize, I didn’t quite get to earlier.”

“You did.” You confirmed. “You don’t really know a guy, do you?”

You swore that even with the mask covering his face, you saw a small smile quirk up the corner of his mouth. “Of course not, but I gotta appeal to public somehow after flying through their window.”

You laughed, and you didn’t know why you’d let him into your bedroom, or why you were engaging in a conversation with him - but you were. And he was a little mouthy, sure, but nothing like the heartless, vengeful criminal the media had made him out to be in recent months. Before you could make a snappy comment back at him, you remembered the creature’s bloody claws and the gashes in the boy’s suit earlier that night. “You’re hurt.” You observed, eyes raking over the cuts still showing in his chest. They weren’t nearly as bad, some type of quick-healing mechanism must be apart of his powers, but he was still in danger of a nasty infection if they weren’t cleaned out properly.

That’s how your friendship began. He didn’t like talking about himself, what his life was like outside of his secret Spider identity - you assumed that he was just too paranoid that even the slightest of details would give away who was really behind the mask. But you did like talking about yourself, and he liked having someone patch him up after putting himself in imminent danger for hours on end each night.

You both made quite the team, and quite the pair of best friends. Because not long after he crashed through your window, your weekly chats while you patched him up before he swung off turned into nightly visits - when he didn’t need any medical care, he had just been craving your presence.

Months passed and soon spring was upon you. The weather was becoming less harsh and snow was falling less and less. 12 on the dot, and a knock echoed into the darkness of your room. You smiled giddily, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and leaning over to flick your lamp on. Your parents were fast asleep by now, and you’d been sneaking your web-slinging best friend into your bedroom for months now without raising any alarm from them.

You slid the window open as quickly as possible and stepped back to watch as he slipped through. He had a few cuts, nothing too serious that really needed attention - but there was one across the left of his chest right below his collarbone that looked like it was at least going to need some disinfecting.

“Boo…” You frowned. The friendship had started out with you catering to his wounds, sure, but you cared about him a lot more now than you did the first night you spoke with him. You hated the nights when he walked in with even the slightest bit of a serious injury.

He scoffed mockingly and rolled his shoulders as he moved around you to plop down on the edge of your mattress. “I told you to stop calling me that, it’s disgusting.”

You rolled your eyes, crouching down beneath your desk to retrieve the first aid kit you had on hand for nights like these. “Well maybe if my self-proclaimed ‘best friend’ would at least tell me the initial of his name I’d have something else to call him.”

“Spider-Man.” He grumbled, looking at you pointedly.

“Too formal.” You threw back at him, kneeling on the bed next to him and pulling out the cotton pads and disinfectant spray.

“Spidey.” He said it in a joking way, and you looked up at him with a quirked brow.

“You want me to call you Spidey?”

“Never call me Spidey.”

“That’s what I fucking thought.” You mumbled, leaning forward to grab the edge of the suit and pull it down away from his neck enough so you could have access to the wound. You reached forward, grabbing his - actually weirdly attractive - hand and moving it to the material. “Hold this back for me please.”

“If you wanted me to undress on your bed you could’ve just said so.” He remarked in the same casual fashion he did every time. And just like always, your face lit up in a red flush and you quickly leaned forward to begin working with the cut so he wouldn’t have the time to notice.

“I could call you Spider-Ling.” You whispered, in a lame attempt to change the subject. He snorted, throwing his head back in a laugh filled with disbelief.

“Where’d you even come up with that?”

“It’s your new nickname, came up with it myself.” You grinned cheekily.

“Don’t call me that ever again.” He shook his head, shoulders still bouncing softly along to his quiet laughter.

-

With his wound all patched up, and you both completely talked-out for the night, he moved to make his way towards the window. You watched him go, a sad feeling of melancholy washing over you. Would you ever know his name? Would you ever see his face? You wanted him in so many ways, ways that you couldn’t even begin to dream of, and you didn’t even know the simplest things about him. What did his friends call him? What was his closest friend’s name? Where did he go to school? What happened to him that gave him the abilities he has? You didn’t know, he’d never told you anything. He was too much of an anxious person to risk any of that leading back to his true identity.

So you settled. “Spider-Ling?” You called before he crawled out. He groaned and turned to make a sharp comment back at you about the ridiculous nickname but you beat him to it. “What’s your favorite color?”

He paused, the eyes of his suit narrowing in confusion as he titled his head at you. “Huh?”

“Your favorite color.” You repeated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What is it?”

“What’s yours?” He threw back at you just as quick. You frowned, he was diverting the question.

“Yellow.” You answered softly, sitting down on the bed and beginning to lean over to shut off the light.

“Interesting choice.” He teased light-heartedly. “Blue.” And the window shut and a gust of air sounded as you assumed he swung off. It took you a moment to comprehend, but when you did your eyes shot open in pure surprise. Blue. It was blue. His favorite color was blue, and he’d told you something about him.

-

You didn’t think it was possible to fall for the ominous Spider-Man anymore than you already had, but everyday it was weighing on you more and more. Every time he slipped in through your window in the dead of night to listen to you talk about anything and everything, every time he would interrupt your rantings to tease you about how you never stopped talking, every time your eyes would linger on him just a moment too long - it was like everything made sense.

You knew close to nothing about the boy under the mask, but you knew there was no other part of your day that you looked forward to more than the moment that knock sounded into your bedroom. You knew that you both could keep up a conversation with each other like there was no tomorrow, banter flew back and forth between you both and you never ran out of things to say.

But today would be different. Today, you’d be hatching a plan. If there was one thing you knew about your ominous boy, it was that he couldn’t hide a strong emotion. Anger, stress, sadness. If he didn’t feel the same way, you’d know by the end of the night. If he did, well, you hadn’t gotten that far. While he knew close to everything there was to know about you, some days you felt like your closest friend was still nothing but a stranger to you.

The night went normal, he swung by after patrol, ate some of the food you saved for him and spun in circles on your desk chair while you lounged on your bed. “Hey Blue?”

“You know princess, I wouldn’t have told you my favorite color if I had known it would have led to another unbearable nickname.” He leaned his head all the way back to lean against the back of the chair as he continued spinning. Princess. A nickname he started calling you because you had been upset about a small trivial problem one night, you honestly couldn’t even remember it now, and he had started calling you that to tease your quick temper when things didn’t go your way. Some nights, you let yourself pretend he was calling you by the name in an endearing way instead.

“Deal with it. Can I tell you something?”

“Jesus, when will you ever run out of things to talk about?” He was teasing and you glared, grabbing your slipper from the ground and throwing it at his head. He caught it before it hit him and grinned sheepishly at you through his mask. “Kidding, kidding. You know I love listening to you talk. Tell me anything.”

A small flush rose to your cheeks. “I know how you are. I know you want to work in seclusion, and we’ve never really talked about this kind of thing before. But you’re my friend, I’d even go as far as to call you my best friend and-“ His shoulders stiffened, he knew where this was going. “I’d never pressure you into it, or ask you to do something you aren’t ready to do. But if one day, you ever decide that you do trust me enough, I hope you’ll decide to at least tell me your name.”

He knew it was coming. He’d been coming to your room almost every night without fail for a good five months on end. Eventually you’d get tired of the banter about nicknames, eventually you’d want to know who was behind the mask that knew close to everything about you.

He examined you for a moment. His gut was screaming at him, screaming that the one thing he promised to never do was reveal his identity. But there was nothing more he wanted in that moment than to rip off the mask and kiss you, tell you his name, what happened to him, what happened to Uncle Ben, and why he felt like it was his responsibility to hunt down the man that did it.

You were beginning to regret ever having said anything. He was sitting in silence, the chair had stopped spinning, his shoulders were still tensed up, and he was just staring at you. The mask prevented you from reading his expression. He could be contemplating his next move, but he also could be glaring - angry at the thought that you’d even bother to ask him to reveal such a piece of information.

He spoke, his words cut the air and you felt time stop. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest and your eyes widened to the full extent that they could. “Peter.” It was a whisper, like he was afraid that just by saying it out loud the entire city would be able to hear. “My name is Peter.”

Your jaw had fallen and you quickly gathered yourself as he stood and began making his way to the side of the bed you were sitting on. He sat next to you, examining the emotions your face was broadcasting to him. “Hi Peter.” Was all you could mumble. You didn’t think he’d do it now - you weren’t sure he was going to do it ever. But he did, and you loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue. Just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, he leaned forward and grabbed your hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him as he pulled your hand up towards his face. “What are-“ The words caught in your throat and all the air in your lungs escaped dangerously fast when he placed your hand on the hem of his mask. You gripped it immediately, scared that if you didn’t take action your mind would catch up with you and you’d wake up from some sick dream where you’d made this entire interaction up.

You didn’t move to pull it off, your eyes locked with the whites of the mask looking for any and all confirmation from him that this was what he truly wanted. He read your mind, nodded his head, and sat stiff as he prepared for the inevitable disappointment that crossed your face when you found that he was not in fact some smoking hot hero - just a nerdy teenage boy who snuck into a lab and was bitten by a radioactive spider.

You took a deep breath and pulled it over his head, dropping the hand with the mask into your lap. You wished you hadn’t taken that breath, because you immediately choked on the air in your throat when you locked eyes with the sparking brown embers staring back at you. “Holy shit Spider-Ling.” He immediately glared in mock offense and sat back away from you.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“And I thought I told you that my biggest fear was spilling all of my deepest darkest secrets to a boy for months on end only to find out he was the hottest loser to walk this planet.” For the first time since, like, ever, it was his turn to flush red and avoid your gaze. He hadn’t expected that at all, and though he still felt the regret in his gut, he couldn’t help but be relieved that you’d finally been made aware of who he really was.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you for a few moments as you took him in. His dark hair laid in shags along his forehead and his lips were curved into the tiniest of smiles, and you couldn’t help but fall even more head over heels at the way his eyes crinkled when he did so. You both were silent, and as if some kind of idea sparked in your heads simultaneously, you both quickly moved forward to mend your lips together into one. You raised your hands, grabbed his shoulders and pulling him as close to you as possible.

He reached one hand up, cupping your cheek in the gentlest of touches as his other hand held up his weight so he could fully lean into you. It was sweet, and tender, and everything you could’ve ever dreamed of. His lips were unbelievably soft and moved against yours like you both were created specifically just to kiss one another. He pulled back, barely, and just for a moment, to whisper, “God I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

You grinned and let out the tiniest gasp of a laugh and moved your hand up to his neck to pull him back towards you. “So keep doing it then, Peter.” You just wanted to test his name out again, it fit him all too well.

He loved it, he loved every second of you saying his name and feeling your lips against his own. He didn’t know how he had ever been content with how things were with you before this moment, and the regret in his gut telling him he shouldn’t have told you turned into nothing but regret that he hadn’t told you sooner.

“Anything for you, princess.” This time, you didn’t have to pretend that he was saying it in an endearing way. The way he was kissing you like he’d never be able to get enough of you told you everything you needed to know, and everything you’ve been dying to hear.

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

OH MY GOSH can I maybe possibly request Steve x Eddie’s sister/sibling!reader I’m so excited you wrote for him like- love u byeeee

YES. YES. YES YES YES FINALLY LORD YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS OH LORD YES ILY ILY ILY YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WIDE MY SMILE IS RN ILYSM IM SO HAPPY RN

*One of the gayest photos ive seen but we'll talk abt that another time*

*Nother lil side note: I went to get water and when I came back this gif was on my screen AND I SQUEALED AND GIGGLED. THATS WHAT KINDA HOLD THIS MAN HAS OVER ME. ok imma stfu and let you get to reading* *LAST ONE I SWEAR: Listened to this while writing:) .... and this :)))*

~OKAY SO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GIDDY I AM RN CAUSE STEVE HARRINGTON CAN SMASH MY FACE IN WITH HIS BAT anyways :)

~Yall actually met before the Vecna stuff

~You're in your senior year for the FIRST time unlike your idiot brother Eddie

~You're not in hellfire but you do spend A LOT of time with them

~Literally the mom of the group

~You have other friends that you'd gladly hang out with but you stay with them because the minute you leave one of them is gonna end up somehow missing a finger

~They need adult supervision at all times and youre the best they got even though Eddie is literally a year older than you

~You were the one who convinced Eddie to invite Mike, Dustin, and Lucas to Hellfire (He didn't wanna at first cause they were "shrimpy freshmen" his words not mine)

~Dustin excitedly ranting to Steve about the group when he first joined

~"He's so cool! He gets on the table n shit and doesnt give a shit about what people say"

~"Dude I don't wanna hear about Eddie 'The Freak' Munson"

~"He has a sister y'know... she's 18. She's pretty awesome too. And single"

~"Well that's great for her" (mf started zoning dustin out at this point poor dustybun)

~Dustin thinks you'd be so fucking perfect for Steve so whenever he sees him he always always always finds some way to work your name into the conversation

~He starts doing the same to you poor boy is set on this ship and will not give up till it sails

~Eddie gets so pissed whenever Dustin brings up Steve. His mood noticeably changes but Dustin, being Dustin, can't take the hint

~You cant be mean to Dustin cause you find him so sweet and adorable so you just endure it even though you have really no intention of talking to Steve 'The Hair' Harrington

~Literally 3-4 months had passed and Dustin was still talking you up to Steve and vice versa even though the two of you still hadn't met

~The Hellfire club was hanging out at the trailer park and when everyone was leaving you heard Dustin say he was gonna go to the video store so you decided to drive him cause you borrowed Robin's history notes cause you ditched class

~You took Eddies keys while he was using the restroom and made sure to leave before he could yell at you for stealing his car again

~You went inside with Dustin and he introduced you and Steve

~"Steve! This is Y/n"

~He gave you a small nod, unaware of what to do. You tried to match his awkward energy so you just gave him a small wave

`"I'm Steve"

~"I know. Little Dustin over here doesn't shut up about you"

~Dustin has the widest smile on his face seeing the two of you meet for the first time but it immediately drops when he hears you call him "little"

~"Hey what the hell"

~"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it 'Dustybun'" you said as you messed with his hair

~"I've told you already! Only Suzie calls me that!"

~You start laughing at Dustins face cause he looks so pissed and oml when Steve hears you laugh his heart MELTS

~He loves the way you treat Dustin

~Its hasn't even been a minute but mans is already down bad for you

~"Anyways, is Robin here? I borrowed her history notes and I'm just here to drop off little dustybun and give her her notes back"

~"Stop calling me Dustybun!"

~"Uh she's not here yet but she should be in about 15 minutes"

~"Oh alright. Can you give these to her when she gets here then?"

~"I mean or you could stay? Y'know, make sure she gets the notes safely. Plus it'd give me a chance to get to know you better..."

~THE WAYS DUSTINS FACE LIGHTS UP I SWEAR

~You stand there for a second contemplating it. You were curious to get to know more about Steve Harrington, especially since Dustin was constantly talking about him. Eddie will kill you if you have his car for too long without asking though, which was even more of a reason to stay. God you love pissing your brother off.

~"Well what do you wanna know Harrington?"

~The two hit it off surprisingly well

~So well in fact that even after you give Robin her notes, you stay longer

~The moment you leave Steve's decided that he's in love. Like thats that. His search for the right woman is over. He's found you and he's gonna try his damnedest to win your heart

~When you got back to your trailer Eddie was fuming

~He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed and his leg bouncing up and down while staring at the door

~"My my, what ever is wrong dear brother?"

~"What have I told you about taking my car without permission?!?"

~"Relax I was only gone for 30 minutes"

~"YOU WERE GONE FOR 2 HOURS! What were you even doing?! I thought you were just dropping off Henderson!"

~"I stayed a bit longer to talk to Steve"

"Harrington?!"

~"No Eddie, fucking Steven Spielberg"

~Steve constantly bugging Dustin about you and asking him random ass questions about you

~Dustin deciding to be his wing-man for once, he's always asking you to drive him to the video store

~Constantly stealing Eddies car to take Dustin

~Every time you drop him off, you always stay for an extra hour just talking with Steve

~He tries to flirt with you but he gets so nervous when you're around he becomes Scoops Ahoy Steve again

~Dustin and Robin literally face palming whenever he says something stupid but you finding his failed flirting attempts absolutely adorable

~Eddie constantly asking you what's up with you and Harrington

~Telling him you're just friends but him continuing to nag you

~Eventually having enough with your brother bs so you throw a pillow in his face

~Him throwing one back

~Munson sibling pillow fights>>>>>>

~3 months of you and Steve talking at the video store and he still hasn't asked you out

~Robin and Dustin taking bets on when he'll finally confess

~You constantly go to the video store to talk with Steve, with or without Dustin

~One day you were sitting on the counter reading your book while Steve worked and all of a sudden he just kinda blurted the words "movie theater"

~You looked up from your book to see him looking at you

~"Huh?"

~"I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me"

~"Only on one condition"

~Yeah..?"

~"You let me pick the movie"

~Steve regained his confidence and the two of you started going back and forth as you always did, laughing and talking

~The two of you decided that Steve would pick you up at 7 and you would surprise him with the movie

~"Wait so let me get this straight. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington... asked you out on a date?"

~"Jeez don't sound so surprised. Your little sister is a very desirable woman"

~"Yeah, sure" Eddie said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes

~"Anyways, it's not a date. At least I don't think it is"

~"You've been hanging out with Steve Harrington every day for the past 3 months. It's a date."

~"Go away and let me finish getting ready please"

~"Sure. Meanwhile I can dust off my 'Protective Older Brother' speech"

~"I will hurt you. Get out. Now."

~"What exactly are your intentions with my little sister, Harrington?" Eddie said, mockingly

~"Out!" You said as you threw a pillow with him and he ran out cackling

~At almost 7 exactly, you saw Steve's car pull up to the trailer and you checked yourself really quickly in the mirror before going to meet him at the door, but much to your dismay, Eddie opened the door before you could get there

~"Hey, uh, is Y/n ready?"

~You could HEAR the nervousness in his voice

~"Depends, who's asking?"

~"Eddie, don't be an ass"

~"Sorry Y/n/n, it's habit by now" (God I can just picture his cocky ass smile)

~You roll your eyes before greeting Steve

~"Hey Harrington"

~"H-hey. You ready, gorgeous?"

~Meanwhile Eddie is gagging his soul out behind you after hearing that

~Idk bout yall but I would just combust right then and there... anyways :)

~Steve holds out his hand to help you down the steps and you gladly take it

~As the two of you walk towards his car you turn around to see Eddie still standing in the doorway and you silently jump up and down to show him your excitement

~Has the cutest big brother smile on his face after seeing how excited you are

~Steve opens the door for you and Eddie shouts to the two of you

~"Hey! You better keep your hands to yourself Harrington!"

~You flip him off through the open car window

~No cause why can I picture Steve almost FALLING when trying to walk around the front of the car to get to the drivers seat. You can't tell me you don't see it. Argue with the wall. I do every day... lets not get into my psychological issues and get back to the story :D

~As the two of you are driving there you sing along to the songs on the radio together

~"So what movie are we watching?"

~"You'll see when we get there"

~You guys finally get there and walk up to the ticket booth

~"Two tickets for Clue please"

~"Really?! Clue?! Haven't you seen that movie 4 times already?"

~"5 times actually. Plus you've never seen it! You cant go through your life never having watched Clue!"

~You reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet and Steve sees

~"Put that away. I'm paying"

~"No you're not. I chose the movie, I pay"

"You may have chosen the movie, but I'm the one who asked you out"

~"You barely asked me! All you said was 'movie theaters'"

"I'm paying!"

~"No you're not!"

~As you tried to pull your money out, Steve snatched your wallet out of you hand and you stared at him in disbelief

~"Uh! Gimme my wallet back Harrington!"

~"No! You'll get it back after our date."

~"Oh so this is a date?" you asked teasingly

"Oh, uh, I mean if you want it to be"

~The way his vibe quickly deteriorated after realizing what he said

~"Okay fine. I'll get my wallet back after our date"

~Ion wanna be cheesy, but imma be cheesy cause its Steve motherfucking Harrington

~The classic both hands in the popcorn bucket thing happened (if you dont know what that is, its this thing in movies and shows when the love interests go to the movies and reach for popcorn and there hands touch and they get all awkward and flustered)

~Steve did the stupid thing where he slowly inched his hand closer to yours so he could eventually hold it but you could clearly see what he was trying to do, so you moved his drink onto the ground, lifted the arm rest, and lifted his arm around your shoulder and laid against his chest

~He was flustered as hell. He was not expecting you to do that

~After the movie he drove you home and you could tell he was nervous the entire way

~He walked you to the door but you dragged him to the back of the trailer where there was no window cause you knew Eddie would watch if you guys said goodbye in front of the door

~Before he could comprehend what you were doing, you put your hands around his neck and pulled him down and kissed him

~He was shocked at first but eventually gave into the kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist as he pulled you a lot closer to him (rail me rn like pretty please)

~Once you guys broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against yours

~"I've wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you"

~The two of you stayed there like that for about a minute or two

~You kissed him one more time, this time reaching into his pocket and taking your wallet back

~You gave him one last peck on the lips before running inside

~When he got to his car he was fist-bumping the air and freaking out stop he was so excited

~You walked into the trailer and it was pitch black

~When you turned the lights on you saw Eddie and your uncle sitting on the couch with their arms crossed as they stared at you, which obviously made you jump

~"What the hell are you guys doing?! Why are you sitting there like a couple of weirdos?! God!"

~"We're the ones asking the questions here missy!" Eddie yelled

~Clearly they were both fucking with you since they loved to poke fun at you all the time

"Did he try anything?" Your uncle asked looking more serious that Eddie did

~You sighed and rolled your eyes

~"No he didn't try anything Uncle Wayne"

~"Woooow! So what, does he think you're not good enough?!" Eddie yelled once again

~"What?! No! I mean we kissed a few time but-"

~"You what?! You shouldn't be kissing anyone till your at least 30!" Eddie screamed as he stood up

~"I'm going to sleep. You two make me wanna off myself"

~Your uncle laughed and Eddie walked over to you before you could walk away and he pulled you into a hug

~"You seem happier since he came around. I'm happy for you"

~You wrapped your arms around him, smiling at your older brothers kind words when all of a sudden his grip tightened

~"Let him know that I said if he ever hurts you there is not a place on earth he can hide. I will hunt him down for the rest of my life if I have to and I will make sure he suffers."

~"Alright get off me" you said as you shoved him away in disgust and your uncle laughed in the background

~"Night baby sis!"

~You didn't say anything and just flipped him off as you walked to go to bed

~The next day you walked into the video store and the minute Steve saw you he ran towards you and pulled you into a kiss

~Robin and Dustin hadn't known about your guys date so they were very surprised

~"Fork it over Robin" Dustin said as he stuck his hand out

~"You guys couldn't wait one more month?!" Robin said as she gave Dustin 10 bucks

~Steve driving you to and from school

~You and Robin bullying him in the car

~Friday night date nights

~Lots and lots of cuddles

~PDA PDA PDA

~Trying so hard to get Eddie and Steve to get along but they just won't budge

~Steve meeting your uncle and winning him over

~Steves parents absolutely adoring you

~Steves mom thinks you're "a nice break from all those trashy girls he used to date"

~PDA

~Going on late night drives cause why not

~Hellfire going crazy when Dustin brags about the fact that you and Steve are dating

~"You're actually dating Steve Harrington?!"

~Eddie yelling shut up the way he did in episode 1 when everyone gets rowdy

~He hates hearing about your relationship mainly because your his baby sister, but the fact that he doesn't like Steve is a factor

~P D A he is all about PDA

~You guys never actually had the whole Bf/gf talk

~It just kinda slipped out on accident and he didn't even notice

~Your first "I love you" was when he got attacked in the upside down and you jumped in after him

~Nancy getting a bit weird with you because youre dating her ex, but she sees how good you are for him and the two of you actually hit it off

~Dance parties with him are a must

~He takes you to skull rock but its all cute n stuff he like laid blankets down and had snacks and you guys just laid there cuddling while staring at the stars and talking

~Thats actually when he let "girlfriend" slip out

~"You're the best girlfriend anyone could every ask for, y'know that right?"

~Ended up accidentally falling asleep there and Eddie freaking out when you got home cause he was worried

~I cannot stress this enough but I'll try. Public Display of Affection !!!!

~On your guys night drives you sit on his lap in the backseat and you guys have fallen asleep there multiple times

~One time you guys even fell asleep after you were parked in front of the trailer and you didnt feel like going in yet

~Basically hes just one of the best boyfriends you could ever have and now i wanna cry cause I know I'll never have this

[deepestfancloud]

Lap Dance - Drew Starkey

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader ft. Austin

Author’s note/ Summery: Pretty much Austin and Drew go out for a boys night & there is a video leaked where the boys are getting a lap dance & y/n is furious & when the boys get home it’s not good at all!

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! dirty talking, name calling, rough sex… etc. this was amazingly fun to write :) ft. Austin.

I kept switching channels, zapping quickly with the remote. I was pissed, a lot more pissed than I had been in a while. I glanced at my computer screen one more time, fueling my anger even more. I had paused on a very ‘interesting’ shot of my boyfriend getting a lap dance and whenever my eyes would fall on it, i would get angrier.

I was waiting for him. Not only was I gonna tell him exactly what I thought, but I was gonna do even worse. The thought of getting some sort of revenge put a balm on my wound but not enough to dissipate all the frustration. I was mostly a cool girlfriend, i believed. I didn’t really mind him going out with his friends, even to a strip club if that’s what turned him on, but seeing an other girl all over my man? No. Even if she was paid. I didn’t think it would make me as mad as it did. Perhaps it was to actually see it with my own eyes that made it worse, and maybe also that he didn’t even tell me. I was not sure if the fact that he and Austin got filmed by people who recognized them was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter because I knew. I saw.

I saw the lights of a car and breathed in deeply, closing my laptop and turning the tv off. I heard two doors close and recognized both boys’ voices. It took only a few seconds before the door opened but it seemed like an hour. I tried to keep a straight face and not show how mad I was but my heart was literally trying to jump out of my throat.

“Hey babe, sorry i’m home so late.” he sent me a smile but i couldn’t send it back. “I told Austin he could sleep here, if it’s okay with you.”

I kept silent and he suddenly frowned.

“You good?”

I grabbed my laptop again and opened it, putting the video back to the start and turning the screen their way. All i could hear was the loud music from the club but slowly, I saw their faces change in front of me. Their smiles turned into fear and then quickly into an expression of guilt.

“I didn’t know we were… filmed.”

“Piss off, Austin, I want to hear what Drew has to say.”

Austin made a weird face and moved his hands up, taking a step back. I didn’t even send him a glance and looked at my boyfriend as he closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Can you please turn this off?”

I grimaced slightly and closed the computer again roughly, putting it on the couch next to me, still staring at him the whole time. He was going to apologize, right?

“Come on, Y/N,” he just said with a shrug. “It was just a lap dance.”

My heart skipped a beat and I scoffed, getting up.

“Just a lap dance?” I repeated, my eyes opened wide. “Really?”

Drew sighed again and shook his head, making me even angrier than I already was. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Alright then.”

Quickly, I got up from the couch and walked quickly and loudly to the kitchen, coming back with a chair, putting it right in the middle of the living room. I grabbed my cellphone on the couch and started looking for something in it. They both stared at me, frowns gracing their faces, but they remained silent. I waited a few seconds, giving them just enough time to let more questions run in their mind and finally turned to Austin.

“Sit.”

His face showed fear when he understood what I wanted and he shook his head lightly, glancing at Drew before to look back at me.

“I said sit, Austin.” i repeated firmly. “Don’t make me lose my shit.”

Slowly, he took some steps and sat gently on the chair, clearing his throat. I knew he felt embarrassed and maybe a bit scared but I didn’t care.

“Love, come on, you can’t do that.”

My boyfriend’s words made me send him a sarcastic smile as I clicked on a song from my playlist, putting the phone on the floor.

“Hey, it’s just a lap dance, right? That’s what you said.” I pointed. “But you can stay and watch.”

I knew he thought I wouldn’t do it. I knew he thought I didn’t have the guts to get undressed and dance for one of his friends, and he was wrong. I was not the type to turn the lights off when we fucked, but I was going to show him a wild side he was not aware of just yet.

I stood in front of Austin for a few seconds before to start moving. They both remained silent as I moved my hips closer to him and i noticed he was holding his breath. It was not Austin’s kind to be embarrassed by a girl getting naked but the fact that I was dating his best friend probably changed his attitude. I kept my eyes locked with Austin’s and when I turned around to move my shirt up, I heard my boyfriend gasp. The sound made the left corner of my lips raise but I kept going. I took my shirt off completely and threw it away before to work on my pants. My back was still facing him when I moved them down slightly, exposing half my ass and despite the music, I heard someone curse.

I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was leaning against the isle of the kitchen, one of his hands in his pocket and the other over his mouth. He wanted to tell me to stop but he knew it would be useless. I was clearly not a professional, but I was gonna finish what I started.

I bent down while moving my pants to the floor, exposing my ass to Austin’s face and I heard him groan low, making me smile. Quickly, I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, tilting my head and flipping my hair, moving my hips again in rhythm with the music.

“Okay, Y/N, enough.”

I ignored Drew’s order and slowly took a seat on Austin’s laps. His eyes fell in the cleavage of my bra and moved closer, brushing my lips on his neck. I could hear him pant low as my breasts pressed on his chest.

“Get off of him!”

Making Drew mad was making me smile and the fact that he was jealous turned me on slightly. I didn’t listen to him and moved on my feet again, rubbing my ass gently and slowly on Austin’s thighs.

“I swear Austin if you fucking touch her i’m gonna kill you!”

This time, it’s a smirk that appeared on my lips. Mostly because of Drew’s words, but also because I felt Austin’s half erected cock swell against my panties. It made me feel dizzy and I moved my face back a bit to watch him. His eyes were roaming on me and I bit my bottom lip, letting my hands run on my breasts before to reach in my back to unclasp my bra.

It was too much for Drew and he ran to me and grabbed my arm trying to pull on it. I almost fell but held myself on Austin’s shoulder.

“You’re not getting naked in front of him!”

Drew’s face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much?

“That stripper put her tits in your face, didn’t she?”

“She was not rubbing herself on me!” he let out without answering my question.

“I’m almost done.” I just pointed out, looking meanly at him.

He breathed in and turned around, hitting the isle with his fist. It was like I had transferred all my anger to him and I was starting to feel bad. I looked down and jumped slightly when Austin’s hand reached for my shoulder.

“Hey, I think he got it now.”

I sighed and nodded, finally getting off Austin. He got up too and I chuckled low when I saw him adjust himself in his pants. He bent closer to me and sent me a smirk, whispering a “thanks” before to turn around and leave. I waited until I heard the front door close and took a step closer to Drew, who was now holding himself with both hands on the isle, his head down.

“I’m sorry.”

I held my breath before sighing low. That’s all I wanted. That, and a little revenge. I had gotten both, now it was enough.

“You’re mad huh?”

He turned around, his face expressing extreme anger but also some pain I couldn’t decipher.

“Take that fucking bra off now.”

Out of all the things I thought he would have said, this was clearly not in my top ten.

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“But Dr-”

I didn’t have time to talk, he cut me again.

“You want to play? We’re gonna play.”

We stared at each other for about a minute without moving. I pulled on the straps of my bra and let it fall to my feet as Drew took a step closer to me.

“Get naked.”

I didn’t make him wait this time and pulled my panties down, leaving them on the floor as he walked to me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. This time, it was my turn to gasp and i held my breath.

“Is that what you like?” he whispered, his face very close to mine, anger still shown on his face. “Getting men hard and turn them on? What do you think it did to me?”

I swallowed hard, but I enjoyed this so much I could feel myself getting wet.

“I’ll show you.”

I heard him unzip his pants with his free hand and he pulled on my hair harder.

“On your knees.”

Still holding my hair in a fist, he brought me down on my knees, right in front of his hard cock. Just seeing it made me whimper.

“If you like acting like a little slut, you gotta be able to be one.”

The last time I had asked Drew to call me names in our sex sessions, he was not so sure about it, but now, I had managed to make him mad enough to want it. It turned me on even more than I thought it would have. The way he was looking at me made me ache for him and I let one of my hands slip between my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

I quickly did as asked and he didn’t wait before sliding his cock between my lips. He went a bit roughly and deeply, making me choke on it and without giving me time to get my breath back, he started fucking my mouth. I gagged a few times, feeling myself dripping on my fingers as he was still holding my hair. After a while, I got used to his thrusts and started rubbing my clit at the same time. The whole thing made me so horny I was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out of my mouth and bent closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Mm you’re a good little slut.” he whispered. “I didn’t know that.”

His words made a shiver run across my back and he sent me a smirk. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could feel my pussy and my head throb at the same beat.

“Get up.”

He pulled on my hair and I moaned, doing as he was asking me. He pushed me against the isle, bending my body. I felt my breasts on the cold marble as he held me there.

“Don’t move.”

I turned my head to watch him take his shirt off but kept my body in place. He pushed his pants and boxers away with his feet and finally pressed his body against mine. I whimpered louder as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, to reach my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” he whispered near my ear. “You like sucking my cock don’t you? God I love when you’re a little whore for me.”

At his words, I ground my ass on his cock despite myself, feeling it press on my ass.

“You like that? You like when I call you my little whore?” I moaned again, closing my eyes and feeling his breath on my neck. “My little fuck toy. My cum dump. You like when I use you?”

He didn’t give me time to answer and pushed himself inside me, slipping easily and deeply inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He hissed through his teeth and stayed still as I started squirming to make him move.

“You’re such an impatient little slut, i swear.” he said in a low tone, pressing his smirk against the skin of my back. “Feeling you throb around me is intoxicating.”

His hands ran on my sides slowly and then down my thighs, making me even more impatient.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you want me to use you. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out a few times before to swallow again.

“I love your dick so much, Drew.” I let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. “Please use me, please fuck me hard. I love being your little slut. I’m all yours, i belong to you.”

He cursed again and started fucking me, his hips rocking back and forth quickly and roughly. I started moaning louder and he grabbed my hair again, moving his face closer to suck on the skin of my neck. The feeling of his dick hitting deep inside of me was bringing me closer to an orgasm when when he dug his teeth in my shoulder, I let out a scream.

“Drew i’m cumming!”

I felt my lower stomach hit the side of the isle as he fucked me as hard as he could, groaning in my ear. I felt him shake behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spilled inside me. The thought made me shiver through my orgasm and my nails scratched gently on the marble.

When we both got down from out highs, i closed my eyes, hearing him pant near my ears. He slid out of me slowly and i felt his cum and mine glide down my legs.

“Don’t ever do that again.” he breathed close to me.

I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t ever get another lap dance.” I retorted with daring eyes. “We’re even now.”

He chuckled and nodded a bit, his chin still laying on my shoulder blade.

“The only lap dances I will get from now on will be yours.” he promised, making me laugh. “That was hot as fuck. I was jealous.”

He peppered kisses gently on my back and I sighed, my lips curling.

“I promise I’ll only do this to you from now on.”

“Deal.”

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove​ for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

[iamcalmdammit]

Maybe, maybe, maybe [Eddie Diaz x reader]

You saw the firetruck from far away, but you only realized it was in front of your house when you got there. You parked your bike in front of your neighbor’s house, took off your helmet, and tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself.

“I'm sorry, Miss, but you can't come any closer,” a firefighter told you.

“This is my house and there's a car in it.” You looked over at the car from which the other firefighters were trying cut the driver out. You anxiously ran a hand through your hair and let out a sigh. “There’s a damn car in my house,” you muttered under your breath.

The man followed your gaze then nodded. “It seems like it. I’m sorry, but I need to go and help them.”

“Sure, thanks.”

You watched as he joined the others, already planning the next steps that had to be done now. Thanks to that car there was a hole in the wall so you quickly had to do something about it to make sure you could sleep safely that night. There was no way you would leave the house empty in this state because… Well, it would sure as hell be literally empty the next morning.

Luckily you knew a few people and someone had a solution for this little problem of yours. Good—at least one thing was off your list for now.

Soon you heard a familiar voice so you looked up and noticed that firefighter you had talked to before standing right in front of you. This time he didn’t wear a helmet so you noticed he had what seemed to be a birthmark near his left eye. As strange as it was, it kind of suited him.

“You okay?” he asked with a friendly smile.

You nodded. “Yeah. How’s the driver?”

“She’s gonna be fine. Someone will come and tow the car away in the next few hours, until then it stays on your lawn,” he explained. “ Is that your bike?”

“The one over there? It is.”

“Nice taste. I prefer the old design though, there’s just something really charming about that one.”

As your lips curled into a smile for the first time in hours, you couldn’t help but whistle. “You must be an artist in your free time. I mean, you’re right, it looked a little better, maybe more sophisticated. But this edgy style suits me better I guess.”

With a laugh he took off his gloves and extended his hand, “I’m Buck, by the way.”

“Okay, just one quick question,” Eddie began as he opened a bottle of water and sat beside Buck in the kitchen. “Have you ever went on a date with her?”

“Why are you asking me these questions about her all of a sudden?” But all Buck got in response was a pointed look from his friend. Letting out a sigh, he began to tap his fingertips on the side of the coffee mug. “Imagine the worst date you've ever been on then double it.”

Eddie smiled. “That bad?” When Buck nodded, he let out a short chuckle. “I wonder whose fault that was.”

“Are you blaming me? If you really want to know, it just felt forced. There was no spark or anything. We ended up drinking and playing video games at her place.”

Before he could say anything, Eddie’s phone beeped. Then it did it again. And again. In any other situation, he would've been annoyed, but this time he knew perfectly well it was you who bombed him with messages. At first he wanted to ignore it until Buck left, then he remembered it was Buck and he probably wouldn't leave until way later in the evening. So he picked up the device and took a look at the screen, unable to hide his smile.

‘Could you please let Christopher watch this week's race live? I know it’s late and all but he'd really like to see it.’

‘Did he write you about this?’

‘Maybe. He doesn't have school the next day, he can sleep.’

‘Fine, I'll reschedule our plans.’

‘Cool, thanks.’

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah, just tired. It’s a long day with the free practices and a big crash.’

‘That sounds bad.’

‘It was a scary highside but he's okay. What about you? Did you have the day off?’

‘Yeah, I did. Buck’s here.’

‘Tell him I said hi.’

When he looked up, Eddie noticed his friend watching him with a suspicious look on his face. “You're texting with her all day, aren't you?”

Yes, but also no. What was he supposed to say to that? You were working on the other side of the world and barely had time to chat. It was mostly him sending you messages to see how you were. He was desperate now that he thought about it. All he wanted was knowing how your day went, if you were okay, and when you were coming back to L.A. “Maybe,” was all he said.

“You like her,” Buck stated with an amused laugh. “So you got over Ana?”

“I think I’ve been over her before we even broke up.”

Buck drank a little from his coffee and waited for his friend to say something, although Eddie had no idea what to say to him. He knew you were good friends and he didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him with another failed romantic relationship of his. But at the same time he knew deep down that he wanted to give it a shot, he wanted to know if it would work.

“It's complicated. She's travelling around the world all year, she's barely here. How could that even work?” he asked with a sigh.

“This is her last season there,” Buck blurted out after a significant amount of silence. When Eddie gave him a questioning look, he went on. “She told me the other day. She has enough of hotel rooms and having no real home to go to at the end of the day.”

So she would stick around finally? That was good. Really good. Clearing his throat, he leaned back in the chair. “Christopher will be sad she won’t send him behind the scenes photos and videos anymore.”

“That’s it? Come on, I know you’re happy to hear that. Look, just ask her out the next time she comes home. Which is… two weeks from now? I think, I can’t remember.”

“You think I should?”

“If you really are texting all day like stupid kids then yeah, you should,” Buck told him with a shrug. “You owe yourself that much. It didn’t work out with Ana, but it might work out with her. You won’t know unless you give it a shot.”

Buck was right, although Eddie decided not to tell him that this time.

[oikeiji]

is your man still around? | pretty setter squad

summary: you try the ‘is your man still around?’ challenge on your boyfriend

pairing: sugawara x gn!reader, semi x gn!reader, kenma x gn!reader

word count: 554

content: comedy???

warnings: suggestive themes for semi

a/n: help it’s 4am and i suddenly wanted to write,, it’s always 4am... anyways enjoy <3 also ignore any typos this isnt proofread

sugawara:

you were hanging with suga at his house

it was getting boring since you guys were just watching tv for the past few hours

he was really invested in whatever was playing on the screen at the moment

you were now on your phone watching tiktoks when suddenly an idea in your head suddenly came up

going through your saved audios you found it

you flipped the camera so it would face him to get his reaction

the sound of the ringtone played and he glanced at you but didn’t do anything

“hey cutie is your man still around”

when i tell you sugas jaw dropped his jaw DROPPED

his head turned so quick

you just stared at him to see if his reaction would get any better

“you’re kidding right?”

he lowkey looked kind of hurt and you immediately felt guilty

“wait baby no i’m sorry it’s a joke, look!”

you showed him the video and he let out a huge sigh in relief

“ah you scared me please don’t do that ever again”

he pulled you into a tight hug and the two of you just cuddled for the rest of the night

semi:

semi was currently sitting at the end of his bed practicing his guitar

you were laying behind him just mindlessly scrolling through your phone

there was this one tiktok trend you wanted to try on him

knowing your hotheaded boyfriend you knew it was going to work

you started recording and let the audio play out

his head snapped towards you and he glared

not gonna lie you were kind of scared but you got yourself into this

before you knew it he was hovering over you with his hand wrapped around your wrist

he took a look at your phone seeing the tiktok app before looking back at you

“oh so you wanna play games with me now?”

you gulped while staring at him

semi set your phone aside before bringing his attention back to you

both of his arms were placed right beside your face, trapping you between them

he leaned down very close to your face

“you’re so lucky that was a prank, the things i would’ve done if there was another person on your screen”

lets just say he kept you busy for hours after that

you were definitely in for it ... good luck!

kenma:

it was another saturday night where you and kenma hung out at his place

except he was busy gaming right now with a couple of his friends which you usually didn’t mind

but right now you were feeling bored and pretty lonely

his back was turned towards you while you were relaxing on his bed

suddenly a tiktok you watched a couple days of ago popped into your mind which would hopefully get his attention

you pulled up the audio and started recording kenma’s back view

you were trying your best to not laugh bc you knew his reaction would be priceless

the audio played through and not once did he turn around

there was no reaction

he literally didn’t hear anything since he had his headset on which his friends were yelling in

you rolled your eyes and laid back down on his bed

well there goes your plan of getting his attention

i am so sorry

LMAO I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THAT TO U GUYS W KENMA 😭hopefully this wasn’t too bad i haven’t been feeling my writing lately. anyways my ask box is open if you want to send requests or just talk :) i need to get my rules up soon aaaahh

[fuckthesworld]

LAP DANCE { DYLAN O��� BRIEN x READER ft TYLER POSEY }

WARNING : dirty talking, name calling, rough sex . this was amazingly fun to write :) ft. TYLER 

I kept switching channels, zapping quickly with the remote. I was pissed, a lot more pissed than I had in a while. I glanced at my computer screen one more time, fueling my anger even more. I had paused on a very ‘interesting’ shot of my boyfriend getting a lap dance and whenever my eyes would fall on it, i would get angrier.

I was waiting for him. Not only was I gonna tell him exactly what I thought, but I was gonna do even worse. The thought of getting some sort of revenge put a balm on my wound but not enough to dissipate all the frustration. I was mostly a cool girlfriend, i believed. I didn’t really mind him going out with his friends, even to a strip club if that’s what turned him on, but seeing an other girl all over my man? No. Even if she was paid. I didn’t think it would make me as mad as it did. Perhaps it was to actually see it with my own eyes that made it worse, and maybe also that he didn’t even tell me. I was not sure if the fact that he and Tyler got filmed by people who recognized them was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter because I knew. I saw.

I saw the lights of a car and breathed in deeply, closing my laptop and turning the tv off. I heard two doors close and recognized both boys’ voices. It took only a few seconds before the door opened but it seemed like an hour. I tried to keep a straight face and not show how mad I was but my heart was literally trying to jump out of my throat.

“Hey baby, sorry i’m home so late.” he sent me a smile but i couldn’t send it back. “I told Tyler he could sleep here, if it’s okay with you.”

I kept silent and he suddenly frowned.

“Ya good?”

I grabbed my laptop again and opened it, putting the video back to the start and turning the screen their way. All i could hear was the loud music from the club but slowly, I saw their faces change in front of me. Their smiles turned into fear and then quickly into an expression of guilt.

“I didn’t know we were… filmed.”

“Piss off, T-posey, I want to hear what Dyl has to say.”

Tyler makes a weird face and moves his hands up, taking a step back. I don’t even send him a glance and look at my boyfriend as he closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Can you please turn this off?”

I grimaced slightly and closed the computer again roughly, putting it on the couch next to me, still staring at him the whole time. He was going to apologize, right?

“Come on, Y/N,” he just said with a shrug. “It was just a lap dance.”

My heart skipped a beat and I scoffed, getting up.

“Just a lap dance?” I repeated, my eyes opened wide. “Really?”

Dylan sighed again and shook his head, making me even angrier than I already was. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Alright then.”

Quickly, I got up from the couch and walked quickly and loudly to the kitchen, coming back with a chair, putting it right in the middle of the living room. I grabbed my cellphone on the couch and started looking for something in it. They both stared at me, frowns gracing their faces, but they remained silent. I waited a few seconds, giving them just enough time to let more questions run in their mind and finally turned to Tyler.

“Sit.”

His face showed fear when he understood what I wanted and he shook his head lightly, glancing at Dylan before to look back at me.

“I said sit, Ty.” i repeated firmly. “Don’t make me lose my shit.”

Slowly, he took some steps and sat gently on the chair, clearing his throat. I knew he felt embarrassed and maybe a bit scared but I didn’t care.

“Baby, come on, you can’t do that.”

My boyfriend’s words made me send him a sarcastic smile as I clicked on a song from my playlist, putting the phone on the floor.

“Hey, it’s just a lap dance, right? That’s what you said.” I pointed. “But you can stay and watch.”

I knew he thought I wouldn’t do it. I knew he thought I didn’t have the guts to get undressed and dance for one of his friends, and he was wrong. I was not the type to turn the lights off when we fucked, but I was going to show him a wild side he was not aware of just yet.

I stood in front of Tyler for a few seconds before to start moving. They both remained silent as I moved my hips closer to him and i noticed he was holding his breath. It was not Tyler’s kind to be embarrassed by a girl getting naked but the fact that I was dating his best friend probably changed his attitude. I kept my eyes locked with Tyler’s and when I turned around to move my shirt up, I heard my boyfriend gasp. The sound made the left corner of my lips raise but I kept going. I took my shirt off completely and threw it away before to work on my pants. My back was still facing him when I moved them down slightly, exposing half my ass and despite the music, I heard someone curse.

I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was leaning against the isle of the kitchen, one of his hands in his pocket and the other over his mouth. He wanted to tell me to stop but he knew it would be useless. I was clearly not a professional, but I was gonna finish what I started.

I bent down while moving my pants to the floor, exposing my ass to Tyler’s face and I heard him groan low, making me smile. Quickly, I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, tilting my head and flipping my hair, moving my hips again in rhythm with the music.

“Okay, Y/N, enough.”

I ignored Dylan’s order and slowly took a seat on Tyler’s laps. His eyes fell in the cleavage of my bra and moved closer, brushing my lips on his neck. I could hear him pant low as my breasts pressed on his chest.

“Get off of him!”

Making Dylan mad was making me smile and the fact that he was jealous turned me on slightly. I didn’t listen to him and moved on my feet again, rubbing my ass gently and slowly on Tyler’s thighs.

“I swear Posey if you fucking touch her i’m gonna kill you!”

This time, it’s a smirk that appeared on my lips. Mostly because of Dylan’s words, but also because I felt Tyler’s half erected cock swell against my panties. It made me feel dizzy and I moved my face back a bit to watch him. His eyes were roaming on me and I bit my bottom lip, letting my hands run on my breasts before to reach in my back to unclasp my bra.

It was too much for Dylan and he ran to me and grabbed my arm trying to pull on it. I almost fell but held myself on Tyler’s shoulder.

“You’re not getting naked in front of him!”

Dylan’s face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much?

“That stripper put her tits in your face, didn’t she?”

“She was not rubbing herself on me!” he let out without answering my question.

“I’m almost done.” I just pointed out, looking meanly at him.

He breathed in and turned around, hitting the isle with his fist. It was like I had transferred all my anger to him and I was starting to feel bad. I looked down and jumped slightly when Tyler’s hand reached for my shoulder.

“Hey, I think he got it now.”

I sighed and nodded, finally getting off Tyler. He got up too and I chuckled low when I saw him adjust himself in his pants. He bent closer to me and sent me a smirk, whispering a “thanks” before to turn around and leave. I wait until I hear the front door close and take a step closer to Dylan , who was now holding himself with both hands on the isle, his head down.

“I’m sorry.”

I held my breath before sighing low. That’s all I wanted. That, and a little revenge. I had gotten both, now it was enough.

“You’re mad uh?”

He turned around, his face expressing extreme anger but also some pain I couldn’t decipher.

“Take that fucking bra off now.”

Out of all the things I thought he would have said, this was clearly not in my top ten.

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“But Dyl-”

I didn’t have time to talk, he cut me again.

“You want to play? We’re gonna play.”

We stared at each other for about a minute without moving. I pulled on the straps of my bra and let it fall to my feet as  Dylan took a step closer to me.

“Get naked.”

I don’t make him wait this time and pull my panties down, leaving them on the floor as he walks to me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. This time, it was my turn to gasp and i held my breath.

“Is that what you like?” he whispered, his face very close to mine, anger still shown on his face. “Getting men hard and turn them on? What do you think it did to me?”

I swallowed hard, but I enjoyed this so much I could feel myself getting wet.

“I’ll show you.”

I heard his unzip his pants with his free hand and he pulled on my hair harder.

“On your knees.”

Still holding my hair in a fist, he brought me down on my knees, right in front of his hard cock. Just seeing it made me whimper.

“If you like acting like a little slut, you gotta be able to be one.”

The last time I had asked  Dylan to call me names in our sex sessions, he was not so sure about it, but now, I had managed to make him mad enough to want it. It turned me on even more than I thought it would have. The way he was looking at me made me ache for him just like how his void stiles made me feel and I let one of my hands slip between my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

I quickly did as asked and he didn’t wait before sliding his cock between my lips. He went a bit roughly and deeply, making me choke on it and without giving me time to  get my breath back, he started fucking my mouth. I gagged a few times, feeling myself dripping on my fingers as he was still holding my hair. After a while, I got used to his thrusts and started rubbing my clit at the same time. The whole thing made me so horny I was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out of my mouth and bent closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Mm you’re a good little slut.” he whispered. “I didn’t know that.”

His words made a shiver run across my back and he sent me a smirk. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could feel my pussy and my head throb at the same beat.

“Get up.”

He pulled on my hair and I moaned, doing as he was asking me. He pushed me against the isle, bending my body. I felt my breasts on the cold marble as he held me there.

“Don’t move.”

I turned my head to watch him take his shirt off but kept my body in place. He pushed his pants and boxers away with his feet and finally pressed his body against mine. I whimpered louder as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, to reach my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” he whispered near my ear. “You like sucking my cock don’t you? God I love when you’re a little whore for me.”

At his words, I ground my ass on his cock despite myself, feeling it press on my ass.

“You like that? You like when I call you my little whore?” I moaned again, closing my eyes and feeling his breath on my neck. “My little fuck toy. My cum dump. You like when I use you?”

He didn’t give me time to answer and pushed himself inside me, slipping easily and deeply inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He hissed through his teeth and stayed still as I started squirming to make him move.

“You’re such an impatient little slut, i swear.” he said in a low tone, pressing his smirk against the skin of my back. “Feeling you throb around me is intoxicating.”

His hands ran on my sides slowly and then down my thighs, making me even more impatient.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you want me to use you. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out a few times before to swallow again.

“I love your dick so much, Dyl .” I let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. “Please use me, please fuck me hard. I love being your little slut. I’m all yours, i belong to you.”

He cursed again and started fucking me, his hips rocking back and forth quickly and roughly. I started moaning louder and he grabbed my hair again, moving his face closer to suck on the skin of my neck. The feeling of his dick hitting deep inside of me was bringing me closer to an orgasm when when he duh his teeth in my shoulder, I let out a scream.

“ Dylan i’m cumming!”

I felt my lower stomach hit the side of the isle as he fucked me as hard as he could, groaning in my ear. I felt him shake behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spilled inside me. The thought made me shiver through my orgasm and my nails scratched gently on the marble.

When we both got down from out highs, i closed my eyes, hearing him pant near my ears. He slid out of me slowly and i felt his cum and mine glide down my legs.

“Don’t ever do that again.” he breathed close to me.

I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t ever get an other lap dance.” I retorted with daring eyes. “We’re even now.”

He chuckled and nodded a bit, his chin still laying on my shoulder blade.

“The only lap dances I will get from now on will be yours.” he promised, making me laugh. “That was hot, fuck. I was jealous.”

He peppered kisses gently on my back and I sighed, my lips curling.

“I promise I’ll only do this to you from now on.”

“Deal.”

MASTERLIST

[pastelgoogie97]

I Thought We Said No Yelling At 3 AM? || jjk

~I wrote this because I’m crying over Jungkook right now, thought I’d share with everyone ;-; Genre: FLUFF Warnings: None, I think there’s literally like one cuss word in here Word Count: 2.5k Pairing: Roommate!Jungkook x CollegeStudent!Reader Info: Friends to Lovers :,) Jungkook is such a CUTIE PIE istg I love him so much, reader is sleepy and just wants to go mimi’s but Jungkook loves playing overwatch so much he has to SCREAM ABOUT IT ~Hope you enjoy, sorry if there are any errors, it’s literally three in the morning for me and I’m D Y I N G

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She needed to pay rent. That’s what Y/N kept repeating in her head as she listened to her roommate Jungkook roar with laughter as he played Overwatch with his friends in his bedroom. 

Y/N was a foreign exchange student from America studying abroad in Korea. The language had always sparked her interest, so when she was given the opportunity to actually learn not just the language, but about the culture? She packed her bags and her flight as fast as she could and got on the next flight thirteen hours away and over the ocean from her home. 

She rubbed her tired eyes and looked down at her phone to check the time. 3:49 in the damn morning. The worst part of this whole endeavor was she couldn’t even get mad at Jungkook if she tried. Not only was he the nicest boy she’d ever met in her life, but his looks seemed to make it harder on her. 

With one look around her room, Y/N realized she wasn’t going to be getting any sleep until Jungkook got off his computer. Normally, she wouldn’t even care. What’s weird is that she’s actually a really heavy sleeper. She could sleep through hurricane Katrina if it meant she could sleep for a second longer.

“I JUST NO-SCOPED REAPER!” Jungkook shouted happily.

Y/N giggled slightly, rolling her tired eyes as she pulled herself out of bed. She headed into the kitchen, her slippers lightly dragging against the tile floor of their dorm lazily. The bright light of the fridge made her wince as she pulled out two containers of banana milk, poking a straw through one of them to sip on. The other was for Jungkook.

When they both moved in together, they decided to lay down some ground rules. They weren’t really rules per se, just obvious things that needed to get set. They were allowed to have friends as long as they weren’t too loud, anything in the fridge was theirs unless the container was labeled with their name on it, don’t make a mess, or if you do just clean it up. But one that they both agreed on right away? ‘No yelling at 3 in the morning, especially during exam season.’ Yet here Y/N was, sleepily sipping on banana milk while on her way to Jungkook’s room.

She swallowed the sweet milk and closed her eyes before knocking on his door. The sound of his soft voice almost lulled her to sleep had he not opened the door. 

In all his glory, there he was. Headsets hanging around his neck, hair messy but still fluffy and floppy against his forehead, and those doe-like orbs that she just couldn’t get enough of. She almost audibly sighed at the sight of him, especially since he was wearing those grey sweatpants that almost made her risk it all during one of their movie nights. 

“C-can I come in?” Y/N spoke up quietly, her voice hoarse with sleep deprivation.

“Of-of course!”

Y/N walked into Jungkook’s bedroom, the sound of his door shutting behind her making her shoulders slump. She looked at his computer and saw the game still going on. She figured she’d watch and see what the hype was about. Especially since Jungkook had been shouting at it since he got back from class. 

He flopped back into his gaming chair in front of his desk, but he didn’t pull his headsets over his ears. Instead, he turned around to look at Y/N. His eyes looked guilty and she could hear her heart whine at how cute he looked.

“I-I didn’t keep you awake did I?” He pouted. “I’m so sorry, I lost track of time and I didn’t even know that I was being that loud,”

She giggled and held her hand up in front of him. He stopped talking and he smiled softly at the gesture. Well, at least she wasn’t mad at him.

“I got you some banana milk, do you want it?” Y/N offered, shoving the carton into his hands before he could even agree.

“I was literally just about to get some,” He chuckled. “Get out of my head dude,” 

The girl giggled and got comfortable on his bed, looking at the screen behind his head. It was a loading screen, he was probably waiting for another match to start. Her eyes scanned over the bright colors on his screen, reading each of the words to see what was so fun about the game or even try to make sense of it.

“So what’s the point of the game?” Y/N began. “Is it like Call Of Duty?”

Before Jungkook could answer, Y/N heard the sounds of his friends on his headsets roaring through the speakers at her comment. She smiled and craned her neck forward to try and hear what they had to say about it.

“Ask her if she plays video games, Kook!”

Jungkook looked up at her knowing that she’d heard the question. The way he was looking at her nearly made her forget what was being asked. After realizing she had been staring at him a bit too long, she shook her head to snap herself out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, I play! I’m not the best at everything I play like you are, but I’d say I’m a pretty decent player!” She admitted as honestly as possible.

“Maybe I’ll teach you how to play sometime then,” Jungkook suggested with a smile. “It’s basically a first-person shooter game, but it’s so much fun!”

The match started and Jungkook excused himself, throwing his headsets on to talk with his friends again while Y/N watched from behind. To say that Jungkook was good would be an understatement. He could play for an E-sports team if he really wanted to. His character was moving so fast and the way he was quick scoping everyone just screamed how good of a player he was. She couldn’t help but get lost in how fast his aim was and how precise his shots were. 

As the game went on, Jungkook could feel Y/N’s gaze on the screen and he couldn’t help but smile stupidly the entire time she watched him. His feelings for her had been bad, but the second she mentioned she played video games too? He was ready to get on his knee and propose right then and there. 

The room was quiet. Jungkook could hear Y/N move on his bed, and then her feet hit the floor. He figured she was going to head to her room and try and fall back asleep again. But she didn’t.

Y/N’s head found itself in Jungkook’s lap, watching the screen and waiting with him for the next round to start. He felt her yawn against his left thigh and he didn’t want to make any sudden movements. She was getting comfortable and he couldn’t help but dream about how she would feel in his arms. His head was spinning and his brain went cloudy at the feeling of the girl of his dreams resting her head in his lap.

“Hey guys, it’s late,” Jungkook began. “I’m gonna log off for tonight, but I’ll get back on tomorrow, sound good?”

Little by little, his friends started to agree, and soon enough, Jungkook was taking his headsets off and shutting his PC down. Y/N looked up with puppy-dog eyes, wanting to watch more game-play despite how droopy her eyelids were.

“You look really sleepy, don’t you wanna go to bed?” Jungkook inquired, his voice soft and clear in the air. 

She stood up and stretched her limbs out, eliciting another yawn from her throat. She felt like she could sleep on a pile of bricks comfortably at this point and Jungkook could tell. 

“I-I’M NOT TIRED,” Y/N shouted slightly, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t ready to pass out on the floor.

Jungkook jumped slightly at her sudden change in tone and started laughing, ruffling her hair slightly to tell her to calm down. She pouted at him and his heart soared.

“Hey, I thought we agreed on no yelling at three in the morning, hm?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and listened to him chuckle before protesting. “Says the one who was screaming since he came back from class and kept me up all night,”

She yawned again and felt her eyelids slowly start to lose the will to stay open any longer than they needed to. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I would’ve raised hell,” 

Her eyes were wide open now. She slapped her palm over her mouth and took a step back to register what she just said. Meanwhile, Jungkook’s heart was doing flips and his stomach was filled with butterflies from wall to wall. He smiled brightly, barely able to believe what just came out of his roommate’s mouth.

“I-I’m so sorry, that was inappropriate, oh my god I can’t believe I just said that,” She apologized. “I-I’m just gonna go to my room,”

He couldn’t let her slip away after that. So, he did what he thought was best.

Jungkook grabbed Y/N by her wrist, pulling her into his chest and holding her so she couldn’t escape his grasp. And before he knew it, he was stooping down to her height to press his lips against hers. Her lips tasted like the vanilla bean chapstick she always carried around with her. The sweetness of it all was nothing compared to how soft her lips felt against his. He swore he was in heaven the second he felt her kiss him back. 

Her hands flew to the back of his neck, her digits twirling strands of his wavy hair. His hands slowly moved down to her hips, his fingers gripping them with such ferocity she was sure that he was going to bruise them into her skin. He was holding onto her like she was going to escape if he didn’t pull her closer to him, but somehow she found comfort in feeling this way. So vulnerable in front of him and falling for every trick he pulled from the book. He felt amazing. It felt so right.

When they both pulled away to breathe, Y/N couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, seeing a whole galaxy of stars just waiting for her to dive into. The way they shone even in the darkness of his bedroom made her swoon and she felt drunk off of how good he was treating her. How touch starved she used to be and how he so easily took all of that away and showed her what it felt like to be loved.

“I am so glad I moved in with you,” Jungkook admitted breathlessly. “From the first day we met, I thought you were the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen in my life, other than IU of course,”

She giggled and shook her head playfully.

“You really love IU, don’t you Googie?”

He sighed at the pet name she’d given him since they first moved in, shaking his head with a chuckle before rubbing his large, chocolate orbs.

“Let’s go to bed now, how does that sound?” He offered, pulling back the comforter on his bed and patting the mattress for her to lie down.

“That sounds amazing,” She sighed dreamily, closing her eyes the second her head hit his pillow.

Jungkook crawled in right next to her, throwing his hoodie over his head and snuggling close to her. His skin felt warm, his body was just radiating heat and she felt like a moth drawn to a flame. He wrapped his arms around her and she couldn’t have felt safer anywhere else other than in his arms.

All of the dreaming he’d done, the imagining of how perfect she’d feel curled up next to him never could have prepared him for this moment in time. He thought all of the cliche bullshit about fitting together like puzzle pieces in their lover’s arms was so stupid, but there was no other way to describe it than just that, and he didn’t hate it at all. Not one bit. 

“Googie,” Y/N began, the rumble of his soft hum against his chest making her heart grow in size. “What does this mean for us?”

He sighed and pulled her closer.

“It means that I finally have the girl of my dreams right where I want her,”

He paused. 

“And that we need to cross out ‘No yelling at three AM’ on our list of rules,”

[certifiedceraunophile]

KLAROLINE FALL BINGO PREVIEW.

@eliliyah @klarolinefallbingo

Prompt: Dias De Muertos

Honestly the relevancy of the prompt comes far to late in the story but it’s there, kinda. But hey it’s there.

MASQUERADES

(CinemaAU)

Sometimes all she needed was to take a breather. A single moment. One pause.

Breathe in.

To collect her thoughts and emotions. To steady her bearings.

To state in a repetitive loop all the reasons why punching one Niklaus Mikaelson in the balls would be a marginally bad idea.

And breathe out.

Forgive her, but The man was infuriating. Okay?

And unashamedly so. Not a whit of genuine compunction behind that facade of ‘Inescapable Charisma and Unadulterated Allure.’

Definitely not her words.

Nope. No sir.

These were the words of a certain Greta Martin, editor-in-chief for the first October issue of People Magazine.

With one Mega-frustrating arrogant blonde blue-eyed dimpled asshat demon going by the name Klaus slapped to the front of said issue.

And Nope if anyone asks,

No, she did not literally just shred -In a shredding machine no less, because efficiency, thank you very much- the first copy of the magazine she bought, after reading the beginning eight lines on his exclusive, recounting what a ‘delightfully satisfying and marvellous experience the entire three months of shooting turned out to be.’

Ok one Black-hole sized pause right there please.

Thank you.

A single beat.

And....

The Absolute Fuck?!

She’s sorry. Marvellous experience?

Excuse her, but say what?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Beg pardon but What?

Excuse her.

But Marvellous experience, as in, aggressive quotation marks scratching the air “Marvellous experience” is NOT how she remembers it.

The slap in the face obvious discrepancy to both their stories is definitely not blind to her.

He called 84 re-takes that lasted four whole hours for one eight minute long single-shot single-angle scene, Marvellous.

He called having ice-cold Whiteclaw thrown square on his face by a Absolutely-done-with-wild-gust-of-agitated-Blonde-Fury on the eighth day of set, Marvellous.

He called having two separate make-up artists downright quit after being unable to touch up her makeup every thirteen seconds because she ran her hand down her face in unbridled aggravation every time her eyes landed on him, Marvellous.

He called the same experience where, she had to literally rush out of a set, under the ruse of a bathroom break, Twice in the course of three months, so that she can peacefully go through the motions of a rage-fueled emotional meltdown, complete with angry frustrated tears and a relentlessly colourful diatribe, cursing every man in her life who bore even a sliver of resemblance to the stormy-blue-eyed spawn of satan that was her co-actor, Marvellous.

God. How the hell did he possibly think he could get away with this,

How did he think he was going to smooth over the transparent inconsistencies between her interviews and his, without raising at least a few confused questions from bloodthirsty intuitive fans and the Press in general.

Given how her talk-show interviews and magazine exclusives gave the steady image, that

1. Klaus Mikaelson is a dick and a half, with an overgrown ego so ginormous that even the entirety of Tinseltown is ‘plainly restricting of his nonpareil talent in histrionic execution.’

2. Klaus Mikaelson is an arrogant narcissistic asshole that Hast pronounc'd upon his brethren yond this day f'rth that gent shalt with ev'ry smidgen of purpose in his life striveth to be the Unrivalled Bane of Caroline Forbes’ Existence.

3. The process of Creating the undeniable tour de force Masterpiece that was ‘100 years of solitude.’ The newest Christopher Nolan Direction and Production in theatres right now, that already has definite Academy Awards Nomination in the talks, was anything but Marvellous. She admits, It was so so gratifying and made her heart full with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, that left her giddy with such lighthearted contentment for days, after the phenomenal response it garnered post-premiering, Yes. But that does not capsulate how frustratingly tiresome and emotionally debilitating the entire creation process was. Hell it was downright painful at times.

4. Would she voluntarily take another movie with Klaus Mikaelson as a Co-star alongside her? You can get back to her when the sun starts to rise from the west and the answer would still be a definitive NO.

Now of course she wasn’t this brazen with her claims she knows how to be cute and classy and concise.

But she definitely did not mitigate the truth of her statement, she’s had enough training with her PR department to know what to say and how to say it but she’s sure that nobody had been able to overlook her less than companionable remarks about Klaus.

For example

The Stephen Colbert Show:

Stephen: “So Caroline tell us about the process, the Making of it, how everything fell into place like tiny puzzle pieces to reveal at last this grand, Grand Picture.”

“The process? Well the process was certainly not...pretty...but after every time we finished a scene, however small or inconsequential it may have seemed to the plot, there was this immense sense of ‘there-Done it. And done it well.’ ”

Jimmy Kimmel Live:

“Klaus Mikaelson, well my Co-star is um....eccentric at best.....”

Jimmy: “and at worst?”

“Well..... I guess” -hellish, heinously intolerable, a cruel mean bastard- “....Unyielding...?”

The Ellen Show:

“Well Klaus was a..... demanding partner and it took Herculean efforts to meet his exacting standards, but I can understand how that paid off so well on screen. The end result when I saw it for the first time, it damn well paid off.”

Ellen: “so he is absolved of his admittedly ‘uphill’ personality then?”

She laughs awkwardly,

“Ye-ah....No.”

followed by more laughter dissolving the painstaking grimace she’s trying to tamper down.

Oh and the worst.

The Late Late show with James Cordon:

During the ‘Fill Your Guts or Spill Your Guts’ segment

James: “So....I’m going to give you, let’s see, Ah there, the Bird Saliva.”

Caroline: “James!.... Damn it, you are so not making it into my good books, and....God. That’s just disconcerting I mean, How do they even, I don’t know... collect it?”

James: “Well there’s a whole process of harvesting it from the salivary glands and—“

Caroline: “Never mind! Nope. No need for the details, please, James, a lady’s delicate sensibilities are at stake. And unless the question is ‘what is your social security number?’ I’m not drinking this poison.”

James: “Now Caroline you wound me, I can assure you everything on this table is edible albeit being marginally unpalatable—“

Caroline: “Marginally?!”

James: “You should try the Cow’s tongue. It’s delectable.” Followed by a sagely nod.

Caroline: “Now I’m just intensely bothered. You’ve definitely lost all claim for a spot in my good books.”

James: “Ah well, speaking of staying in your good graces, here’s a question that will have you downing that Saliva in seconds.”

Caroline: “Hit me.”

James: “Well then, ‘Name Any one CO-star with whom you have worked with in the past that you would never volunteer to work with again.’”

Pause.

And the audience descended.

“Like I said, speaking about staying in your good books.”

Amidst the raucous screams, whistles and laughter, it didn’t even bother Caroline, the clarity and speed with which the name

‘Klaus Mikaelson’ flashed in the front of her mind, like a large Neon LED sign from a typical Vegas Nightlife scene.

It took her a total of three seconds to know that she was going to answer with his name because, well just look at that drink in front of her,

Sure if you bend over real low and squint in the right light it may look like a harmless Daiquiri, but a Daiquiri it was not.

No. This was Bird Freaking Saliva,

Come on, you can’t possibly ask her to put that in her goddamn mouth.

Like NO.

Just no.

So sue her for protecting her taste buds that are yet to experience many more exotic flavours and textures of food from all around the world.

But then again she can’t possibly outright just say “Oh that’s easy, Klaus Mikaelson.”

That’s exactly the kinda PR trouble she wants to stay above and definitely didn’t need to be wrung out dry by her Spitfire Mistress-of-Hell Publicist Katherine Pierce for.

(Who also alternates as her BFF, occasionally, mind you.)

So she puts on a good show, dropped her head in her hands, gave a healthy long groan, looked up and gave James her best wounded Puppy Dog eyes, to which he was clearly not immune to, judging by how he looked a touch chagrined, but the game was just as much as beyond his hands as it were hers,

She looked to the audience “You guys are so mean, it’s not even funny.”

And grumbled a bit more till everyone was laughing and pitching forward and back on their seat amused by the poor Blonde’s Dilemma.

So she looked up to the heavens as if to ask for some unknown deity for deliverance and guidance, and poised herself to drink,

Only to put the glass back down in the last second in a begrudgingly weak show of caving in, and blurted out reluctantly,

(She’s a glorious actor, she’s aware.)

“You know what, Nope. He’s just gotta deal with it, okay?.”

Deep breath

Or was it the audience taking a deep breath and holding it in,

“ItsKlausMikaelson,PleaseDontKillMe.”

Pause again.

And the auditorium transcended.

Well,

she handled that, pretty well, if she does say so herself you know.

Apparently Kat Disagrees.

Apparently She Blew It.

She blew it so hard she could’ve knocked down the third little pig’s brick house.

Ironic since she always envisioned Klaus as the Big Bad Wolf who huffs and puffs and just generally blows.

Apparently her little admission was a PR disaster.

And Kat was furious.

The two minute edited clip that encompassed the question, the reluctant grumbling and finally the confession was apparently now a viral video on all social networking platforms.

They were trending on twitter under the hashtag

#KlarolineUnrequitedLoveIsABitch.

But her admission to being generally averted on taking up Klaus as a colleague again was apparently only one half of the video,

The other half....

Well the other other half was Klaus with his personal confession.

God, it wasn’t even a confession,

it was a—a Mockery, yes that’s it, a Mockery,

Of Her, no less

Basically Here’s the run down of the second insidious half of the video,

Klaus sitting in front of Graham Norton, in all their British glory, going live on The Graham Norton Show,

when asked about Caroline Forbes, his “partner” on scene has the audacity to let out this evil little amused huff and say:

“Caroline?” Another amused huff. “Well Caroline, Christ, where do I start? She’s an absolutely glorious presence on set. Her energy....it’s infectious, She hits you like a blonde hurricane of sunshine and snark and you’re just left staring up at the sun thinking, ‘you need to catch up mate, if you want to be half as bright and burning as her.’”

And Caroline thinks maybe this is the feeling of your brain imploding within the confines of the skull.

TBC

[mydemimonde]

Debunking  some things about Hayley Atwell

I decided to write this post to address some rumors about Hayley Atwell. I’ve seen some posts years ago, about how (supposedly) problematic Hayley is, and as a 17 year old in that moment, I believed everything I read on the Internet. I'm not saying that everything you see on social media it's a lie, but you have to stop, think about it and do your own research (if you really care about it), like I did. The rumors I’ve read on Twitter (and here), basically said that Hayley hates Emily VanCamp, that Hayley and Chris Evans mistreated Emily, that Hayley is homophobic, that she said she should play Sharon wearing a wig, and that she also hates on Chloe Bennet. Like I said, I did my research to show you some stuff as regards these rumors/assumptions.

1. Hayley said she should play Sharon Carter on the MCU.

Literally how is that a bad thing? She just simply said what she thought back then (this interview is from 2011, 9 years ago). Besides, it's the Marvel Cinematic Universe, ANYTHING can happen. I think that I don't need to remind you that actors and actresses can play different characters in a same franchise, Gemma Chan played Minn-Erva in Captain Marvel and will play Sersi in Eternals, Enver Gjokaj played Daniel Sousa in Agent Carter and another minor (veeery minor) role in The Avengers as a policeman, and all those things take place in the same universe. So Hayley's thoughts back then are not as crazy as you think they are. And it's not a bad thing if she wanted that to happen.

Update (10/8/21): 

About Hayley saying she should play Sharon: as I said before, this shouldn't be even considered as something bad. Besides, Emily wasn't involved with the MCU then nor was she in talks of getting casted. Why am I pointing this out? Because so many people took that as Hayley saying she can do a better job as Sharon than EVC. AND THAT'S NOT TRUE.

2. Hayley saying she would ground Sharon for kissing Steve: 

(Source, minute 9:25 - 10:15) She's joking guys. You might not like or share her british humor, which is very dry, satirical, sarcastic, but what can we do about it? Stop making such a great deal about it.

Besides, there are more things that you're missing. Or, actually, things that the people who made up these rumors chose to omit. I don't know if you guys were in the Marvel fandom back in 2016 (year in which this panel took place), especially during may/june. After "Civil War" premiered, Marvel released a comic in which we discover that Steve Rogers has always been working for Hydra. So, when a fan asked Hayley if she disapproves of Sharon and Steve, she says that Peggy would be so protective over Sharon, that she wouldn't let her get close to Steve, (because of all the Hydra stuff) HERE’S THE SOURCE, minute 12:20.

3. Hayley and Chris mistreated Emily VanCamp.

Who told you that? Emily VanCamp herself? If you show me an actual proof that this happened, I'll believe you. But since there's no evidence of that...

Update (10/8/21):

About Hayley "hating" Emily: this was said a lot back in 2016 when Hayley said she didn't approve of Staron. That's literally her opinion, if she doesn't ship them that fine! She's entitled to her opinion, like everyone does. They’re not best friends, they get along. They made some videos together (back when there was a Dubmash war between the AOS and Agent Carter casts). Here's one.

Plus, Emily talking about Hayley when asked about not sharing the screen with her (minute 1:42).

I recently found this video in which a fan asked her about the jokes/comments she made about Sharon that got out of control on social media. She said she didn't know about that (by that time she deleted her twitter account, where both Sharon/Emily got so much hate) minute 24:05 onwards. She said she was joking of course, and recognized they were wrong!

Many people blame her because of all the hate Sharon and Emily got. I admit it: I didn’t like Sharon that much. But even with all those jokes Hayley made, I never thought about bullying neither Sharon nor Emily. The problem here are the toxic fans who took everything she said seriously and saw it as a chance to bully both Sharon and EVC. And if you’re one of those fans, you’re disgusting.

4. Hayley is homophobic. Oh yes, that's why she wanted Peggy to date Angie in Agent Carter (Source, minute 31:50). And also, how she approves of stucky.

Update (10/8/21):

Besides supporting the LGBT community on social media, she's once again showing support for Cartinelli and Peggy Carter being bisexual (a win for me btw) 

May I add that Hayley supports the BLM movement not only on social media, (which many people including myself see it as performative activism in sooo many celebrities), but she actually went to protests in London last year, and kept posting about it + she allowed black activists and artists to post on her Instagram.

5. Hayley making fun of Chloe. Where the fuck is the source for that? Did you work for the cast of Agents of SHIELD to confirm that you witnessed that? Did Chloe say it? No. Don't make up bullshit.

Update (10/8/21):

So I found this post and I can’t believe how this person (please don’t bully them) has the nerve to accuse Hayley of saying “Daisy is not good enough woman to help Ward” and NOT PUTTING THE LINK OF THE VIDEO where (apparently) Hayley said that. Here’s the video, pay attention to Hayley’s answer. Literally, where does she say that? Stop taking things out of context, and stop making things up.

I understand if you don't like her jokes or humor, or even if you think that they are odd. But, honestly, what can we do about that? That how she is. She has bad things and good things, flaws and virtues. She might have commited mistakes, like EVERYONE ELSE HAS, because she's a HUMAN BEING. People change. Just like her, I'm not the same person I was a year ago. Even weeks ago. I'm not saying that you should love Hayley or Peggy from now on, all I'm trying to say is that instead of blindly believing everything you read on internet, try to take some of your time to search for evidence. Sorry if I seem to be angry, it's just that I'm tired of seeing so much hate on Hayley. It's not something I see just now, it's something I've been seeing since 2016. Leave her alone and stop spreading hate.

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Oblivious

Pairing: (Damien Haas x Reader)

Word Count: 2K

Warning(s): None 

Summary: (Requested by @fanficfanatic123) 

I was so sad when there’s weren’t any more Damien haas fics I could read here 😂😂 your inside joke one was amazing! Could I request a Damien one where the reader is oblivious to how in love Damien is with her? Like he does all these cute little things and she notices.

**

Damien Haas is in love with you. One of the problems was that he denied it every chance he got; another was that you were oblivious to it all.  

** "Are you insane? Damien does not like me." You huff, annoyed with your friend Courtney at this point.

To put some light onto the subject, Courtney had been trying convenience you of Damien's undying love for you for the past hour or so. And just like Damien, you were trying to deny the whole thing.

"How thick could you get?" Courtney questioned in her best attempt at a British accent. She was trying to impersonate Ron Weasley from Harry Potter.

"Do not use Harry Potter against me, woman," You said, pointing an accusatory finger at your friend. Courtney raised her arms in mock surrender but continued her argument none the less.

"I'm serious. Just look at everything Damien does for you."

"It's called being friendly," You countered to blonde.

"No, letting you pet his cats is friendly, he would do anything for you, that's called being in love."

"You're so dramatic," You voiced, rolling your eyes in the process.

"And you're so oblivious."

**

Ever since your conversation with Courtney, you had been a bit on edge around Damien. Her claims caused you to read into every little thing he was doing. Things that you initially thought were friendly gestures became something more, almost romantic.

"And a drink for my highness," Damien said, handing over a cup of your favorite drink.

"You are a godsend," You said gladly, taking the cup from his hands and into your own.

Damien giggled at your exaggeration before saying, "I do my best."

"How did you know I needed this?" You asked after taking a gracious sip of the beverage. It's moments like this where you felt it wasn't just a kind deed; it was hints to his feelings.

"Just a feeling, I guess," Damien said, playing it off with a shrug. In reality, he had been observing you for days. Damien knew you were getting swamped with work and stressing out a bit. Damien figured the least he could do was ease the stress by providing you a break with your favorite beverage.

"Damien is psychic confirmed," You said jokingly. Damien laughed, remembering the videos you two watched together about his supposed psychic abilities.

"Illuminati confirmed," Damien added, causing you to laugh more. Damien loved many things about you, things he wasn't confident enough to share with you. One of those things was when you laughed, especially when he was behind it.

"But seriously, thank you," You said genuinely.

"No prob Bob," Damien commented, pulling a classic Steven Universe quote.

"It's (Y/N)," You replied, deciding not to leave the poor man hanging, finishing the quote from the animated television show.

You and Damien giggled at the exchange and smiled at one another. It was nice to take a quick break from the insane that was your workload at the moment. It was especially lovely when it was with someone so close to you.

More exchanges like the previous one continued. Damien would do little things that on the surface were kind, but deep down, you started to believe they meant something more.

**

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I did it! I beat Damien Haas at his own game!" You cheered triumphantly. You were about to throw the controller down in joy, but you quickly realized it might damage it, so you laid it lightly on the coffee table in front of you.

After you placed it down, you started to do a bit of a happy dance. Damien did his infamous yet contagious laugh at your antics, causing you to laugh as well.

"That you did," Damien said, placing his controller down as well.

You looked over to Damien, and despite his smile, you couldn't help but feel bad. You began to feel like a sore winner and a bit obnoxious.

You took your seat back on the couch next to Damien, but this time a bit closer. "I'm sure it was just beginners luck," You commented, patting Damien's thigh lightly.

"No, no, I know when to admit defeat," Damien said, lifting his arms in mock submission. He then took it a step further by bowing to you as well.

"Dames stop, " You laughed, grabbing onto one of his arms to cease his bow.

"What you won."

"You didn't let me win, did you?" You challenged, making sure he didn't let you win to be kind. Your short-lived enthusiasm got cut short when Damien took his sweet time trying to answer.

"Damien," You whined, dragging out the syllables in his name.

"I'm sorry you just looked so happy when you were beating me."

"Yeah, but now I'm sad that I didn't win fair and square, "You replied, crossing your arms in slight annoyance with a pout.

"I'm sorry," Damien said, pulling you into a side hug that you resisted.

Damien chuckled before saying, " Will cuddles help you forgive me?"

You nodded your head, still pouting. Damien shook his head but smiled none the less. He laid down against the sofa, bringing you with him. He then grabbed the blanket that covered the back of the couch and placed it over the two of you.

You snuggled deeper into Damien's embrace as he pulled up a movie for you two to watch. Just as the movie started to play, you mumbled," You owe me a fair rematch."

Damien laughed, the vibrations from his chest, making their way to you back.

"Yes, darling."

**

"What is up, my clever core family. Happy Sunday. I hope you guys are having a fantastic weekend. I know I am. Y/N and I have been watching films and playing games all weekend and being lazy butts. Speaking of Y/N," Damien introduced his Twitch live stream in its typical upbeat fashion.

"Hi, friends!" You said, waving your hands happily for the viewers at home. This was not your first time on one of Damien's streams, but it has been a while.

"Today, we're going to play a few Jackbox games, and in between answer a few of you all's questions."

Damien gave the typical rules of how his Jackbox sessions went, and the game proceeded. You all first played Quiplash, and it was downright hilarious. Neither you nor Damien won but rather a comic fan.

Now it was time for the questions. You and Damien would take turns reading any questions that caught your eye.

"Psychomantic51 asks, What is your favorite thing about me?" Damien asked you, pointing to the comment on the screen.

"Oh, that's pretty hard."

"Wow, okay," Damien said as if you hurt his feelings.

"No, I'm saying in the sense that there are a lot of things to like about you."

"Okay, well, name something you like. It doesn't have to be your favorite," Damien compromised.

"Well, for starters, you are one of the funniest persons I have ever met. If I don't laugh once in an encounter with you, something has to be wrong with one of us that day," You began, and Damien laughed at how accurate your statement was, which caused you to smile.

"And you're like freakishly smart like I feel dumb around you sometimes," You continued.

" Wait seriously?" Damien questioned, searching your face to be sure you weren't joking.

"I mean, yeah. Don't get me wrong I can be smart, but I swear you're like Einstein's second cousin."

"Thank you?" Damien thanked questioningly. Hopefully, he took that as a compliment as you intended.

"Anyway, you're also very kind. I've never seen you treat someone rudely, and you're also so friendly to even strangers. You have mad respect for literally everyone. Unless they throw away your most prized item from a video game." You said, referencing a video he shot with Shayne a while back.  Damien visibly grimaced, mostly for theatrics.

"And," You went to continue with your compliments, but Damien cut you off.

"Y/N, as much as I would love to hear how much you love me, we should probably answer some more questions," Damien mentioned before you could finish your statement.

You quickly grew embarrassed by his comment. You hadn't realized how much you began to talk about his finer qualities. All the qualities you apparently loved about him. Did you love Damien?

Of course not! Just because you like so many things about a person doesn't mean you love them. Right?

** Ever since the day of the live stream, your mind began to race even more. Before, it was just wondering if Damien liked you more than a friend, and now you were wondering the same thing about yourself.

After a few weeks of deliberation, you realized you did have feelings for your friend, and that was the problem. He was your friend. For years now, you have grown closer to one another. Did you truly want to mess that up? The answer was no, but stress began to eat away at you.

You were finding it hard to sleep, and when you did, it was always dreaming about Damien. Whether it be you guys were hanging out, you both kissing passionately or him downright laughing in your face as he rejected your feelings for him. You knew Damien wasn't the type to do such a thing, but you couldn't help but wonder.

What would happen if you told him about your feelings? Heck, you even made a pros and cons list. By the end of it all, you knew what you had to do for the pros outweighed the cons. You had to tell Damien how you felt.

You walked into the Smosh office the next day with your head held high, that was until you saw Damien and began to panic.

Once you walked in, he smiled and waved at you as he usually would before walking over. Your heart began to beat rapidly, and your stomach began to churn with anxiety. You felt as if you were sweating a waterfall as he hugged you like usual. What was wrong with you?

"How are you today, sweetness?" He asked, slinging his arm around your shoulder and walking you over to the group of your friends.

"I'm o-okay," You sturred out. You mentally face-palmed at your shaky voice.

"Hey, you okay?" Damien questioned, now noticing how flushed you looked and, no doubt, the shakiness in your voice.

Your eyes widened in panic. Your fight or flight began to kick in. You could stay and talk to Damien or run away like a coward. And right now, you really wanted to be a coward, but you went against it. It was now or never.

"Actually, can I talk to you for a bit?"

"Yeah, of course. Come on," Damien said, grabbing you by your clammy hand and escorting you out of the room and to somewhere more private.

Once there, he asked," What's wrong?"

You stood there for a moment. Come on, Y/N; it's like ripping a band-aid off.

"I like you."

Damien chuckled, "I like you too."

"No, like, like like you," You said shyly, looking everywhere you could but at Damien.

"Oh," Damien's eyes widened. " I like like you too," he said, smiling at you.

"Really?" You questioned, mostly surprised at how well things were turning out.

To answer your question, Damien kissed your cheek. It wasn't something he hadn't done before, but this one was different. This simple kiss was him letting you know that he did have feelings for you.

Damien pulled his lips from your cheek, smiling the whole time. "Really." He reassured.

You smiled happily and pulled him into an actual kiss this time. It was everything you had dreamed about, literally.

"I told you."

You quickly pulled away from Damien only to see Courtney with a triumphant smile upon her face.

You said nothing and pointed her back the way she came, and she listened, returning to the room with your friends.

You look back to Damien with an embarrassed smile. He pulled you in for another kiss, turning your embarrassed smile into one of pure happiness.

**

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you @fanficfanatic123 for requesting this. I am so sorry it to me so long to write. I started University this year and it has been insane. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3