#still gonna walk into traffic though lol

[joshoconnaissance]

ok but wdym jeonghan is enlisting instead of going on tour 🔪🫠

[pedroscurls]

in every lifetime (pt. 4)

summary: logan goes to your apartment late in the night to make things right. finally. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: angst - post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), no use of y/n. word count: 1.2k a/n: so i certainly wasn't going to go this route for this chapter (it was originally gonna consist of a lot of yelling and all of that, but there is a softness to logan and add this song... i just couldn't write it the way i originally wanted). but anyway! thank you to everyone who's read this story - it holds a special place in my heart. i think we have one more chapter left before i consider this complete! our bb logan deserves a happy ending and i don't think i can torture him anymore lol. stay tuned though bc i'm gonna continue writing more for this character (i'm so obsessed). song lyrics will be in italics btw song: you are the reason by calum scott prev. part - next part.

Of course it’s raining. 

Logan shouldn’t have taken his motorcycle, but he wanted to get to you as fast as he could. There aren’t that many cars this late at night, but he still does have to swerve between traffic to get to your apartment. He’s drenched by the time he approaches your street, parking his motorcycle on the first spot he sees along the curb. He strokes his wet hair away from his face as he feels the heaviness weigh on his chest – he doesn’t know if you’d even hear him out, but he has to try. 

It isn’t until he gets near your apartment that he realizes maybe coming to your apartment this late in the night wasn’t a good idea. But he stops in his tracks when he sees you step out, immediately getting drenched in your oversized crewneck and plaid pajama pants. Despite the heavy rain, Logan knows you’ve been crying. Can see the way you cross your arms over your chest as you bite down on your lower lip. He can hear your heart beating, can hear how you’re stifling your sobs, can hear you whisper over and over: I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.

He isn’t sure why you’ve come outside, why you’re standing in the pouring rain, but he knows that he wants to pull you into his arms. Logan slowly begins to walk towards you, careful not to startle you. As he gets closer and closer to you, Logan feels the sudden urge to reach out to you, to wipe your tears away, to tell you that he’s here. 

And that he isn’t going anywhere. 

You don’t hear him and you’re so close to just yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs and asking the universe why? Why did it take your Logan away only to bring some version of him back? A version that wanted nothing to do with you? 

Your hands curl into fists, tears streaming down your face, hair and clothes completely soaked. You’re about to turn back around to go inside because you feel that if you stay out here another minute longer, you’re surely going to lose it. And you can’t. Laura still needs you. 

And you still need to be strong for her. 

Just as you’re about to reach for the handle of your front door, you hear his voice. It’s quiet, but it’s loud enough that you can hear it past the rain. You feel like your heart is beating out of your chest when your eyes meet his. 

Time suddenly seems to stand still as you stare into each other’s eyes. You’re standing on your front steps with Logan on the sidewalk, gazing up at you. You can see the look on his face, the complete vulnerability that he’s displaying as he stares up at you.

All of his guarded walls are down. For you. Only ever for you. 

There goes my heart beating 'Cause you are the reason I'm losing my sleep Please come back now

Slowly, he takes a step closer to you and you do the same. Neither of you say anything, the sound of the rain encompassing the both of you. You feel so overwhelmed with emotion and just like earlier that night, you yearn to reach out for him, to just be pulled into his arms. 

Logan can feel his own tears pool at the corners of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on you. He deserves this. He deserves you. He deserves a second chance to make things right. To be happy. To be loved. By you.

And there goes my mind racing  And you are the reason  That I'm still breathing  I'm hopeless now

As you take a step closer to him, so does Logan. Now standing in front of each other, mere inches separating your bodies, Logan reaches up to cup your cheek. You let out a shaky breath and shut your eyes momentarily, leaning into his touch as you bring a hand up to wrap around his wrist. Logan inhales sharply, your touch electrifying him once more. 

When your eyes flutter open, Logan steps closer, head dipping lower… 

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you And fix what I've broken

“In every lifetime and in every universe,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your lips. “I’m yours.” 

Your hand tightens around his wrist as your other hand comes up to rest on his chest. Tears pool around your eyes as the rain continues to come down. “Logan…”

“And with every fiber of my being, I will always love you.” Logan clears his throat, resting his forehead gently against yours as he brushes his nose with yours. 

Your hand on his chest clutches the fabric of his shirt, pulling him flush against you. Logan’s hand drops from your cheek to rest on your hip, lips pressing lightly on your cheek. 

And if I could turn back the clock I'd make sure the light defeated the dark I'd spend every hour, of every day Keeping you safe

It isn’t until your hands move to wrap around his shoulders that Logan snakes his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He holds you tightly to his chest, burying his face against the side of your neck. 

This… This is where he belongs. With you. 

He lets out a sigh of relief and tightens his hold on you when he feels your body begin to tremble with quiet sobs. This is as much of a relief for you as it is for him. This is your second chance and while your Logan will forever hold a special place in your heart, you feel lucky enough to be able to get another chance with a version of him. 

The rain continues to pour down on the both of you, not bothersome in the slightest. Slowly, he pulls back enough to look down at you. His eyes move lower until he gazes at your lips and then back up at your eyes. Logan brings a hand up to rest on your cheek, gently brushing the pad of his thumb against you.

I'd climb every mountain And swim every ocean Just to be with you

“I’d love you in every lifetime,” you repeat from the first night you saw him. “And that includes this one.”

“I’m here,” Logan whispers. “I’m with you, bub.”

You nod slowly, bringing your hands to gently push his wet hair away from his face. Logan’s lips turn upwards as his lips brush against yours lightly and it takes everything in him not to just kiss you because he knows that you both have a long way to go. 

But he wants you to know that he’s no longer going to run. 

He’s going to be here, right by your side. 

Just like how it should be in this universe, in his universe, and in every universe out there. 

This was right where he belonged. 

'Cause I need you to see That you are the reason

“Logan?” you whisper, eyes gazing down at his lips.

“Yeah, darlin’?” 

“Kiss me,” you say quietly. “Please…”

Logan smiles, his hand splaying on the side of your neck as his thumb brushes against your jawline. Slowly, he shuts his eyes and leans in to press his lips against yours. 

Finally.

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@kellyxo1 @m1cky-y-y @flowersforbucky @namikyento

[mintmatcha]

mint im gonna cry my stomach dropped when reader told aizawa he could walk i feel sick I FEEL SICKKKKK it's like every single day i live to suffer at your hands 🥲🥲 im gonna sob

SHE DOESN"T KNOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW

Anyway here's the little drabble I promised yesterday and forgot about lol:

Inevitable bonus (between chapter 6 and 7)

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It's not often that Aizawa swallows his pride and calls Hizashi to pick him up, so Hizashi doesn't push. He doesn't even say anything until they're halfway to Aizawa's home, parked in work day traffic. The blonde turns down the radio until it's a whisper.

"Bad day?"

Aizawa grunts. His forehead is pressed into the cool glass of the passenger side window. His chair is slid all the way back, legs fully extended. He digs his thumb into the muscle of his thigh, wincing at the pressure.

"Leg bothering you?"

He knocks his forehead against the glass. "Obviously."

"Sorry, sorry." Hizashi clears his throat. "It is not fitting correctly or something? We can stop and get one of those pads-"

Aizawa interrupts. "It's not the plastic's fault, it's the fucking muscle it's attached to."

Ah. Hizashi gives a sympathetic wince. He waits for a long while, until the energy in the car simmers down a little more.

"You should take some time off and see your doc-- just to check, you know?"

"I can't take a week off right now, we're about to launch and these interns are morons. Only Ururaka can do anything right, and fucking Kaminari is a burden--" Aizawa shifts and sighs, rubbing his face in his palms. "Tensei'll be here for the convention in a couple weeks, so I'll just tough it out until then. It'll be fine."

"Are you-?"

"I said it's fine."

A car honks somewhere in the sea of vehicles.

"Anything else bothering you?" Hizashi asks it as softly as he can. "You're prickly, but you're not usually this prickly."

Aizawa runs his tongue over his teeth in thought, thinking about his answer. His voice is still bitter when he answers: "Bad date."

"Oh! Oh, shit, I didn't realize you were even--" Hizashi has to recover from the shock before continuing. "Good for you for getting out there. I mean it, you're such a catch. This is great for you."

"Doesn't feel great."

"Yeah, I know, but it'll inevitably work out though, when you meet the right person. I promise. Look at me and 'Muri! I'm a freak and I found someone."

Aizawa gives him the side eye. "You find multiple someone's a week."

"Okay, whoa, sex is different than love. I could get you laid tonight if that's what you wanted."

Aizawa sucks air in through his nose, then slowly sighs. His hand is still on his face, dragging it down almost comically.

"It's not."

Hizashi knew that. He just hums in approval, fingers tapping against the leather steering wheel. "Does this mean you're giving up on...?"

"That was never a thing." Aizawa tumbles over himself as he speaks.

Hizashi gives him a half smile, one that's more sad than convinced. "Got it."

[johnslittlespoon]

accidentally just created my own buckbucky college au oops (i love college aus tho, this was far overdue tbh) so here's like ~2k words of (semi–nsfw) drabble that i wanna turn into a oneshot/series :-)

thinking about modern au pre–established relationship buckbucky who meet in their first year of college because they apply to an ad to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus, complete strangers save for a few texts back and forth until move in day.

they become fast friends despite how opposite they are, john being a cliche frat boy type (but subverting expectations by majoring in something english–related? waxing secret poetry about his 'obvious as the sun to everyone but gale' crush on his roommate lol) and gale being a studious math/science major, no interest in parties or campus culture. pining aside, everything's just fine until:

john does something stupid a few months into the school year and ends up spraining/breaking his dominant arm– probably wipes out trying to ride his bike home to his and gale's apartment while drunk after a party. gale gets a call at midnight from a sheepish john asking if he can come drive him to the hospital, and of course he does, though after his initial concern when he picks john up at the side of some random street, he's fuming at john's idiocy.

"you could've rode into traffic, john. jesus, you're gonna give me a stroke one of these days, you gotta start using your brain more." and john's drenched in cold–sweat from pain as he cradles his arm to his chest, head tilted back against the headrest and trying not to curse out every red light as his head spins, but he still cracks a weak smile and says "c'mon buck, you'd be bored if i started using my brain." gale glances over and the stern look is enough to shut john up.

this injury leads to gale having to help him with certain tasks for a bit, like shaving his face, brushing his teeth, doing his hair, tying shoes, etc. john's stubborn the day after, independent to a fault, refusing to ask for help, and gale watches with mild amusement/hidden winces, not wanting to push because he knows by now it'll only make john dig his heels in. gale only decides that enough is enough when he's walking past the half–open bathroom door the next afternoon and suddenly hears a sharp inhale and a stream of profanities and pokes his head in to find john's cut his jaw trying to shave with his left hand.

the intimacy and domesticity of it all– john pretends he's inconvenienced, but once he realizes this means he gets to stare at gale's focussed face up close as he sits on the bathroom counter and gale stands between his legs carefully shaving away his stubble, he's a lot less reluctant to accept help. but being that close to gale's face and being able to unabashedly study his long lashes and the curve of his lips is dangerous for john's lack of impulse control, barely keeping his pining under wraps from the moment they'd met, let alone with this newfound proximity they have to fall into the routine of.

so john has fun being a shithead on purpose during these moments, both to distract his yearning brain and for his own entertainment, just yapping away while gale's frustratedly trying to grab him by his jaw and hold him still for five seconds. biting down on the toothbrush when gale's trying to do a proper job of brushing his teeth so gale has to wrestle it away like he's playing tug of war with a dog, being an asshole and jerking his shoe to the side while gale's doing up his laces for him, heart leaping at the thrill he gets from gale's touches getting firmer when he's fed up, or from being pinned by irritated blue eyes.

he has no idea gale's pining just as hard, because gale's a master of concealing emotions in thanks to a very different upbringing than john's, and because while gale doesn't hide his queerness, he's not as open with it as john is. but gale's losing his mind just as much each time john needs his help, and the way he feels his self control slipping scares him.

this little dance around each other probably comes to a peak when john's being extra difficult one day while gale's trying to tame his wild curls for him. gale's got john pressed back against the bathroom counter with a scowl, working his gelled fingers through thick dark hair, and john can barely think straight because oh, has he ever spent an ungodly amount of time thinking about gale's hands in his hair under very different circumstances.

john's got a grin so big it near splits his face in half as he purposefully leans out of gale's reach, pulling every annoying thing he can think of because if he focuses too hard on gale's motions, he's gonna pop a very inconvenient boner with no hope of concealing it from gale with the way he's pressed up against him.

but gale's got twenty minutes until his next class and it's a ten minute walk from their apartment, and he's at the end of his rope, so he finally snaps and without giving it a second thought he closes the last bit of distance between them to grab at the back of john's hair, and he pulls, hard.

the smile slides off john's face as his mouth falls open and his hips reflexively jerk forward and whatever scolding gale was about to give him dies in his throat because holy shit. there's a few seconds where both of them just stare at each other wide eyed with their hearts pounding, john internally spiralling because he thinks he's just fucked everything up, gale internally spiralling because oh my god, he hasn't been misreading john's behaviour around him.

gale whispers a "fuck" and, more impulsive than he's ever allowed himself to be, goes in for the kiss, hand still tight in john's hair, and john whines into his mouth and his hands fly to gale's waist and everything gets heated really quick– until gale pulls away with a gasp for breath, both of them panting, cheeks flushed and eyes heavy. and then gale's ducking out of the bathroom and grabbing his backpack from the entry way and all but sprinting out of the apartment.

john's left standing there harder than he's ever been in his life but also panicking because he's not sure whether he's fucked up or whether gale's just overwhelmed, because he knows gale well enough to know he likes his space when big things happen.

but gale also knows john well enough to know how big of an overthinker he is; they've probably had to work through some incidents where their communication styles have clashed over the few months they've been roomies. so after his hands stop shaking enough while he's walking to campus, he types out a message to john letting him know 'I'm all good. Sorry for running, was gonna be late for class and panicked. Talk later, yeah?'

and john sighs in relief, texts back a 'np. sounds good :)' and then promptly shoves a hand down his pants and comes embarrassingly quick with the sting of gale's hands in his hair still fresh in his mind.

they talk things out somewhat, blahblahblah plotting problem for future me, but they're both shy and awkward around each other for a bit, which is so out of character for john and how obnoxiously flirty and loud mouthed he normally is.

so maybe what finally breaks them out of this tiptoeing around each other after a few days is something stupid– specifically, john ends up pent up and frustrated because trying to get off with his left hand just isn't doing it for him. and he's one of those 'once a day minimum' guys, so this isn't something he can just ignore; finds his temper is shorter, and he can't focus as well, etc. drama queen.

either gale comments on it lightheartedly and john blurts out his problem unthinkingly, or john makes an offhand joke about it, and gale thinks john's lack of impulse control is starting to rub off on him, because after a beat of silence, he gets out an "i can help."

john's head snaps over to look at him so fast he feels like he gives himself whiplash, eyes comically rounded, wondering if he's heard gale wrong or if gale's making a rare flirtatious joke. gale blinks back at him, looking just as surprised, tips of his ears going a little pink, but he doesn't laugh or throw in a 'only kidding!'

mumbles a "y'know, if you want," second guessing himself as if what happened in the bathroom a few days before isn't in john's top three best things that have ever happened to him list. john gets out a "yeah– yeah, i want," uncharacteristically nervous, and gale nods, turning his attention back to his laptop. and john just stands there in the kitchen, flabbergasted, shifting uncertainly.

works up the courage to shyly ask, "like. now? or." and he feels like he's never fumbled the bag so hard in his life, unable to remember the last time he's felt shy when talking about sex–related stuff, realizes just how bad his crush on gale's gotten. beyond a crush, at this point. and it makes it worse that gale's so nonchalant now, humming to himself as if in deep thought before saying "later. i've gotta get this assignment done."

john loses his mind over those next few hours, trying to be patient and give gale space to focus, but he's half hard the whole time and can't think about anything other than what gale means by 'helping'. gale can sense his impatience from the other side of their apartment, and he can't help the way it makes him smile to himself, having fun teasing john without even needing to do anything, and without john knowing it's fully intentional.

unfortunately this arrangement, however it plays out, probably leads to a lotta miscommunication and repression of feelings, because they're both dumb boys who suck at communicating, neither one of them wanting to ruin a good thing (aka an inevitable friends with benefits situation) by bringing up their feelings for the other. but there's plenty of hot sex and light kink exploration in the meantime, and eventually they sort their shit out, likely by accident like every other situation they've stumbled into together.

and not to cliffhang pre–smut, but i'll leave it there because this is way too long and if i do turn it into a oneshot i don't wanna write it all out of my system into this drabble before it makes it into a fic loll <3

[patchiko]

hey guys! its been awhile and a lot happened!! first of all sorry for going ghost!! love you guys hope i didnt worry you guys.

second! i got a lot of inspiration from the fic i originally was gonna make for ak!jay, and slowly it became a lot more of a fanfic to me.. i decided to animate it! im currently working on it, its a digital horror series! while it isn’t really ak!jay, i totally stole so many of his traits for the deuteragonist lol,, (it is basically him)… i dont have any art or animations i wanna share yet,, but here is the half of the first chapter i never released to da public when it was still just a fic… hope you enjoy!

- LOVE KRASH

EG0 DE@TH; CH. 1 “CHERUB MUTULATION .”

Gotham City was electricity, captured and held together by wires that entangled each other perpetually, filled with an everlasting buzz. The buzz you’d hear in the flickering street neon lights and signs. Buzz you’d see in the grainy holograms above buildings that dominated the sky; ridiculing stars for kids who’d beg for a wish; A buzz you’d find in the Gothamites that were charged in the wired world of Gotham City.

Your buzz made your skin prickle while you waited for that green light to go red. Stuck in a field of organic mass, rapidly tapping your feet against the wet ground, tightly grabbing your jacket. Eyes flicked to the cars then returned to the traffic light routinely for seconds that felt too long.

A man, wired with too much of what he could take, plucked himself from the membrane and departed towards the bustling street. Halfway down the boulevard a driver glued to their phone stomped on their breaks and swerved their car, too damn late though. The man attempting to cross the street slammed into the car windshield, you flinched and turned away, only hearing the sickening sound of metal. You couldn’t keep your eyes closed too long though, bodies disjoined from the cluster, rushing forward and past the spectacle.

You too cross the street, passing by the scene where two women argued about the cars, the man lies motionless in a murky puddle, cradling his skull. The cars behind the event generously applauded accordingly, an amazing finale to end the night.

Chance and tragedy interlink as much as good and bad luck do. So taking both as what they are, an opportunity, will always be in your favor. Well, at least in Gotham City it is.

Slugging your way down the next block, a heavy backpack clings to your back as you pass by people. Gang members, fathers, drug dealers, groups of friends, working ladies, and mothers, what made them all different was aught and naught. *Clink!* A paramedic lift shot behind you, hovering above the car wreck. First responders dropped down from the lift, you couldn’t see any more than that from the mob behind you.

Your body slams into something. “What the fuck?” A blonde, the type that’d make someone think they saw an angel, stared down at you with a look that was anything but holy. “Watch where you’re fucking going.” She shoved herself past you, her head flicking back toward her phone. *Clink, Clink!*

You let out a shaky breath and continued down the block, turning into a familiar quiet alleyway. The fidgeting of your jacket zipper got more pronounced as you faded from the beehive behind you; echoing off the musty brick walls, *Clink, Clink, Clink!* The tranquility was short-lived when you got to the litter-strewn back staircase of Gotham City Public Library or as you just called it ‘A Mouthful’.

You silently reminded yourself to remind Nicolas to walk to the goddamn dumpster instead of tossing them and ‘Hoping for the best.’ The vending machines chattered as you grudged past them, praising their weekend discounts. You unlocked the back door and— *Thud!*

*“*No way that fucking box is still there.“ You said.

“—Winter sale on coff—“

“—There’s no fucking way.“

“In the mood for a sprite?”

“There's no fucki—“

Now weaving your way through the Gothic decor of the library, the smell of old pages and coffee filled your nose. From the fleeting glances you got through the bookcases, today was the usual. Late-night college students much like yourself crammed in as much studying as they could, a few homeless sleeping comfortably, along with the main entrance security guard.

Flinging open the door to the employee’s lounge, there was no sign of anyone, the dusty couch and pale walls were untouched. Lugging over to your locker you sighed, while taking off your backpack your shoulder hit against the locker door. All you heard was the sound of metal crushing like tin cans, and when you shut your eyes for a moment, just a moment, you could hear the sound of someone's skull popping against concrete.

…

From what The Hood gathered, around two weeks ago a new drug had debuted. For every heroin addict this was the greatest invention in the thirtieth century. It was pricey, only dealt to Gothams higher ups, but Red was lucky to find a few who just couldn’t keep their vinegar scented arms away from it. More specifically The Penguin’s men.

….

thats all love you so much!! will update when first episode is out! let me know if you guys are interested in seeing that! dont know if im gonna keep posting on this acc, but ill def keep my fics up. love you guys!

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

season 2 time wahoo another damn liveblog am I right??

(liveblogging ii season 2, for if it's not obvious. same style as last ii liveblog)

1 - woahh! okay I love the style tbh. wait. Super Mario 3D World/Initial release date: November 21, 2013. this episode: Apr 2, 2013. INANIMATE INSANITY PREDICTED THE DOUBLE CHERRY???? ...huh. weird. why does MePhone have an app for that? y'know, RESURRECTION?

2 - MePad ? can teleport? ?? yeah that egg is gonna be relevant again isn't it

3 - BOW INATOR?? holy shit holy shit ohhg waow,,there is something in this episode that I want so much. lmao. "umm huh, lmhuehyahahuh.." (<- me attempting to spell what test tube said at the end of the ep)

4 - I didn't think the elimination song sucked.. hey wait why does it sound like they get killed or something when they go through the portal. also where does the portal lead

5 - SEVEN?? MeOS SEVEN??? oh huh. is that why someone who dies in space can't come back? OH THE NO SERVICE COMMENT WAS FORESHADOWING!!? wait why is that how it works. why does MePhone specifically get notifications about people dying. wh- okay?? that was ominous ?MePhone what does that rnean. ..chESS MENTIONED

6 - aaand there's another one. ANOTHER TWO??? .oh :| ...what the entire fuck. and yep this episode makes me uncomfortable. who would've FUCKING GUESSED

7 - oh so THAT'S where the portal lead. ..as down as the WHAT- ouhjghhu nooo... not a song

8 - ah yes, MePhone got The Common Code- oh. also idc what the objects say, ftrEwy7u9iop8oaTE7gI is a wonderful name for a challenge. or a password. each new MePhone gets less understandable because of the "techy" voice effec- oh he's dead. [sees Steve Cobs's reaction to the egg] ohh okay. one moment [walks away from the computer]please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp please don't be like dsmp plehokay. oh I don't like him

9 - ...I'm not crying you're crying.,, uohg this is the second time a show like this has had something that felt like it was directed at me. and the other time was Gothi talking to Xanu in Fool's Gold,.,. which was also about moving on.. is.. is that wh- oh hey a gravity falls reference. haha lol :) ...oh this is the depression eppisode. BITCH -> 🌮 <- BITCH

10 - aha! I've figured it out! the secret is MPABZCEAS!! holy fucking shit my joke was immediately kind of relevant. wha..suitcase?? y'know that voice kinda sounded like MePhone

11 - wHUH SMG4 SOUND?! oh wait that sound probably isn't from SMG4, that's just the first time I heard it. still though, neat. ...wild theory. I'm gonna sound like Fan here, but. "Is anything on this show real?" seems.hmm idk. sus. I call foreshadowing. hokay something's definitely going on with Suitcase. oH FOR FUCK'S SAKE yep don't like this episode either

12 - oh fuck they're in episode 1. oh fuck they're in HWUH ?? ..ohh MePhone hates Cobs too. hey if anyone's read this far, I want to know who's your favorite character from the alternate timeline, because why not! mine is Traffic Light

13 - woahhh MePhone backstory! oh. oh I do Not trust that "screen protector". HEY HEY WHAT WAS THAT WHISPER [turns on captions] oh. oh REALLY. HMM. ...wh. what. what what what what what ROBOT ADAM?? MEPHONE 3???? WHAT WHAT WHAT AAAAAAAA UH OH! UH OH OH NO UH OH!! ohkay this is the panic time, the time in every show tumblr freaks out about where things go CRAZY. OKAY OKAY I'M READY AAAAAA

14 - so the person who told me I should watch ii said I need to watch all of season 3 after this episode. I have no idea why! oh fuck! but anyway. that rneans I'll be splitting this section into actual paragraphs since this is the last episode of this liveblog. (<- said that before starting the episode). anyway.

okay. okay Fan just got abducted. ..hhhow did he know that. how did he know that MePad let Marshmallow leave. .hey hey what's with the shot of that panel with the hole in it. maybe I'm just tired but that doesn't seem..right. and not in the bad writing way.

uhm. hey 17:36 isn't supposed to be hitting me too whY IS IT HITTING ME TOO WAUGH.

"is that what you said to Pickle" OHH DAMN MY HEART DROPPED LIKE THE SCENE HOLY SHIT. wait IS FAN DEAD FOREVER??

wait didn't test Tube get eliminated? why did Microphone go through the portal??

looking at the comments for. tbh I forgot what reason when i saw this one

uh knew what KNEW WHAT OH FU-

anyway. so Fan glitching is. gonna be foreshadowing? oh boy let me guess... uhh.. wait why would Fan glitch. other things that glitch are..the tree MePhone made for Cobs? MePhone himself when Tissue Box sneezed on him?? that MePhone 3?? but none of that has anything to do with Fan..

unless.. AHA!

FAN IS A PROJECTION MADE BY ONE OF THE NEWER MEPHONES

COBS IS GOING TO KNOW WHERE THEY ARE AS LONG AS FAN IS THERE!!

although with Fan eliminated, th- oh there's an after credits scene?

UH. UM. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

AND THE OMINOUS OUTRO THEME. UH OH

okokokokokokayokayokayokay. that's obviously some kind of MePhone. the Meeple logo is there and it's phone shaped, so. that's pretty obvious. but not one that's been seen before, right? like not even a model that's been seen before, because none of them have the grabby hands.

because of the red X imagery I'm gonna guess this one is called MePhone X. and if not, well I'm gonna refer to it as that until I find out otherwise

with how scary that moment was clearly intended to be, we can all agree that Toilet just got permakilled, right? like. despite not being in space? that was definitely. not anything good that happened to Toilet there. I'm just gonna assume Toilet's dead, yep that just happened. aaand now there's a seemingly murderous (although maybe it had a grudge against Toilet for some reason, but I find that unlikely) MePhone roaming around. n e a t .

thiiiiinking that thing is the exception to the "each MePhone we see is dumber than the last" rule that seems to be present. hm. wonder who the Big Villain is going to be

welp it's too late to binge s3 rn so uh. yeap. okay. sure. that's a thing

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Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Four

Summary: You go out with Jimin to a cute cafe called Bora before you meet up with Jungkook Pairing: Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 4.4k~ a/n: I haven't updated this story in a while and idk why lol I've had it finished for a while but I guess here you go lmao. Hope you enjoy! Start from the beginning

Today has been nothing short of exhausting, both mentally and physically. Grey is coming in later today and Sunghoon had to leave early so I've been on my own for most of the day.

Unfortunately my uncle has left me with the task of deep cleaning the store tonight so that alone has been keeping me busy as well as the heavier than usual traffic that's been coming through today. 

Grey should be here in an hour though so I just need to pull through until then. I haven't been able to take a break yet today so I'm definitely gonna take a longer one when she finally shows up. The customers today haven't been too bad but just their existence is putting me in a bad mood, worse than most days and I'm not exactly sure why.

"I really need to get a new job" I say under my breath. "What kind of job are you looking for Noona?" I hear right behind me. I jump at the unexpected response and turn around to figure out who the voice belongs to. "Jimin you scared me!" I say while punching him in the shoulder not realizing I had done so until I see his reaction. 

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" I say with a slightly panicked expression. "It's okay Noona I deserved it" he responds while rubbing his shoulder at the point of contact. "Are you sure you're okay? It was kind of an automatic response" I say giving him a once over. "I'm fine don't worry about it" he responds while getting ahold of my hand. 

I jolt slightly at the unexpected contact and look up at him with a questioning gaze. "Just make it up to me when we hang out later tonight okay?" he says with a slightly flirtatious tone. "Oh um okay? How should I do that?" I ask, curious as to what he might be implying. "I'm sure you'll figure something out" he says while letting go of my hand.

"So um" I pause clearing my throat, getting rid of the slightly flustered tone to my whole demeanor. "What are you doing here?" I question while walking back behind the counter.

"I just wanted to check in again and make sure that we are still on for tonight" he says following me to the opposite side. "Oh tonight, yeah I should be fine to hang out tonight" I respond trying to get the words out before I get a chance to trip over them. 

"Okay great! So is eight thirty still okay?" he questions. "Yes eight thirty should be fine" I confirm. "So I'll see you then!" he says excitement clearly written all over his face. "Yeah but, did you need anything else?" I question trying to figure out the reason behind his extra visit today. "Nope I just wanted to confirm our plans for tonight" he says leaning his body up against the counter. 

"You could've just texted me" I say shaking my head at his eagerness. "I know but I just wanted to see you before then" he says with a slight pout. "Okay well you've seen me, but I really have to get back to work now. I'll see you tonight okay?" I say hoping he'll take a hint and start to head out. "Okay Noona see you tonight" he says and makes his way out with a slight smile.

Just as he's leaving Grey finally makes her way into the store as well. "Wasn't that Jimin?" she questions immediately after walking up to the counter. "Nice to see you too Grey" I say rolling my eyes at her. "Yeah yeah whatever now can you please tell me what he was doing here? I thought he wasn't supposed to come until later on tonight" she says slightly confused. 

"I guess he just wanted to come by and confirm our plans in person" I say while waving it off hoping to change the subject. "He could've just texted you" she responds. "That's exactly what I said but he just said that he wanted to see me before then" I say still trying to make sense of it all. 

"He just seems oddly clingy already and I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it" I respond honestly. "Well I'm glad we're on the same page. I just hope tonight you can set some boundaries with him. Even Jungkook doesn't show up everyday and he's your best friend" she says making sense of the steps I should take.

"Okay but what am I supposed to say? 'Hey it's nice of you to come by to see me but I don't really want you to do it all the time.' Isn't that a bit harsh?" I question trying to figure out what I should say. "I mean not really, you've gotta protect yourself you know. You don't want this to turn into something unhealthy" she warns. 

"You mean like a stalker? I don't think he's like that" I say hoping to throw away her doubts about him along with mine. "Yeah maybe you're right, but just be careful alright? I don't want to have to call the police and have them looking for you because you never came back tonight" she warns. 

"Okay I got it. I'll make sure to bring my pepper spray with me and stay somewhere well lit. Will that make you happy?" I say hoping to switch topics.

"Yeah I guess, just don't get murdered. Lord knows your uncle would have my head if something were to happen to you" she says while heading back into the break room to put her stuff away and grab her vest and name tag.

Once she comes back I get up to switch places with her so I can take my well earned breaks. "Where are you going?" she asks as she watches me take off my vest.

"Sunghoon had to leave early so I haven't had a chance to take a break yet. I'm gonna take my first and second break together okay? I'll stay back there in case you need me, but try not to need me" I say waving as I head off. 

"Yeah whatever" is all I hear in response as the back door cuts off anything else she might've said. Laying down on the sofa we have back there I stretch out my whole body already feeling the soreness in my back from going between helping customers and cleaning the shelves.

I check my phone for the first time in a few hours and see that I have a few messages from Jungkook.

Hey Luna Noona I can't wait for tonight!

I still have no idea what you're planning but I'm expecting something epic!

Your shift ends at ten right? Or was it ten thirty? I don't remember.

Either way I'll be there at ten!  he finishes.

My shift ends at ten thirty so you can just come then. No need to come early I respond smiling at his excitement. Why are people suddenly so excited to spend time with me?

And don't call me that! I add in protest.

See you at ten Luna Noona ;)  he ends, responding right away.

I roll my eyes in response and lock my phone. I still haven't totally processed everything that happed between Jungkook and I the other night. Well more like avoided the topic all together, filling my days and nights since then with nonsensical topics. 

Avoidance is my first line of defense and although it's not the best way to deal with things, it really is the only way I can keep myself together these days.

I hope things go well tonight with both Jungkook and Jimin, I've just gotta remember to not overthink it. Just take a deep breath and be my normal chill carefree self and things will be fine. 

I scroll through my social media and see that I have a follow request from none other than Jimin. I guess I'll accept it before I meet up with him. I don't want to give him something to pout over.

After accepting the request and following him back I see that he immediately accepts my request as well as goes to like some of my recent posts, clearly showing me that he's going through my account.

'You look so cute Noona' he comments on my most recent one of a picture of Grey and I.

I like his comment and lock my phone ignoring the rest of his efforts to contact me. I need to show him that I've got stuff to take care of and I can't talk to him all day. Hopefully if I ignore him until my next break he'll back off a bit. Then again I still don't know him so who knows. 

I close my eyes for what I think is a few minutes and am suddenly woken up by my alarm signaling the end of my breaks. I sigh and straighten myself out and make moves to head back into the store and to my delight it is completely empty. 

"How is it when I'm by myself there are a shit ton of customers but once you get there they magically disappear?" I complain after casing the joint. "Don't know don't care" she says, continuing to scroll through her phone. 

"Lover boy requested to follow me" she says nonchalantly still engrossed in whatever she's looking at. "Really?" I say in confusion. "But he hasn't ever spoken to you before right?" I question. "Well yes and no" she says putting down her phone. 

"Meaning?" I question, intrigued as to what sort of interaction they've had. "Well he came around the other day when you had the day off asking for you" she says resting her arm on the counter and propping her head on top of her hand. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. "Well he told me he would text you or something, but guessing by your reaction he didn't" she says starting to get tired of the conversation. "Yeah well I guess he forgot. Next time tell me if he shows up okay?" I implore starting to get a weird feeling about all of this.

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As the day slowly turns to night I get a text from Jimin letting me know he's on his way. "Do I look okay?" I ask starting to get a bit anxious. "Yeah you look fine" she says not even bothering to look up from her phone. 

"Grey you didn't even look at me" I say rolling my eyes at her. "Dude I've been with you for hours, I know what you look like" she says looking up at me for a second. "Although you might wanna go look in the mirror and brush your hair or something" she says going back to what she was doing before. 

"Why didn't you tell me that before?" I question, running into the back to freshen up my appearance a bit more. "You didn't ask until now" she yells after me.

I quickly brush my hair like she said and put on a fresh layer of lip gloss and a light sprits of perfume before I head back out and in the process I hear the door open signaling a new customer coming in. 

"Welcome" she greets, uninterested in the newcomer. "Hi um is Luna here?" I hear Jimin ask, sounding a bit shy. "Yeah she's in the back but she should be coming out soon if you wanna wait" she informs him. "Okay thanks, just let her know I'll be waiting outside" he says and I hear his voice fade and hear the bell again signaling his departure.

I peek out from behind the door and motion to Grey nonverbally asking about my appearance yet again. She nods her head and I stand up straight and head out only to hear her say "See you at nine alright, I've still gotta take my last break too". I simply make an okay sign with my hands and walk out. 

I'm greeted with the sight of Jimin taking in the surrounding stores and people that are passing through the area, clearly lost in thought still not aware of my presence. "Sorry I kept you waiting" is all I say to catch his attention. "Noona! Ready to go?" he says while holding his hand out to me, which I in turn take it and let him lead the way.

"So where are we going?" I ask curious as to what he has in mind. "It's this new café called 'Bora' the interior is purple and they have a lot of cute purple themed drinks! I thought it might be a cool place to hang out together. Plus the vibes there are really chill and you seem to radiate chill energy" he says looking over to me and slightly swinging our interlocked hands. 

"Purple is actually my favorite color" I say surprised that I haven't heard about it yet. "I was hoping you would say that! I remember the first day that I met you you were wearing a cute purple shirt with two different purple earrings" he says laughing to himself while recalling the memory. 

"Wait really? Why didn't you tell me?" I say slightly embarrassed at my slip up. "Well I wan't sure if you had done it on purpose, plus it looked really good on you!" he says smiling at me while starting to take smaller strides. Realizing that he might be dragging me along since our height difference is very apparent and in turn makes my legs a lot shorter than his. Once we fall into step we walk in comfortable silence until we reach Bora.

Opening the door we're met by a dark purple interior that is accompanied by a brilliant neon sign spelling out the location's namesake in an equally stunning shade of purple. 

"This place is amazing! How did you find it?" I say scanning the room and taking everything in. "I saw that it just opened a few weeks ago on SNS and I forgot about it until I started to wrack my brain for places you might like to go" he says while shyly rubbing the back of his neck. He's actually quite adorable now that I think about it, with those lips that seem to be in a constant pout supporting my observation. 

"Did you wanna go up and order or should I pick something out for you while you find us a seat?" he questions making eye contact with me for the first time since we set foot inside. Seeing his face in this lighting I can't help but notice his more chiseled features and I again am reminded of our height difference since I'm having to look up at him. 

Breathe Luna it's okay it's just Jimin, just be yourself. "Surprise me" I say while settling on giving him a slight smile. "Okay I'll be right back why don't you go look over in that section and I'll meet you there" he says while pointing me towards the seating area and gently ghosting his hand on the small of my back and quickly makes his way further into the building to what I assume is the counter to order.

Shaking off the slight chill I got from the unexpected contact I make my way over to a booth near a window so we can enjoy the city lights. Even though this might not be the best part of town the lights at night are still beautiful. I get lost in thought and start humming along to the music that's playing in the background. 

"Boo" I hear right next to my ear making my whole body tense up. "Don't DO that!" I scold turning towards him seeing a huge smile on his face. "I'm sorry Noona I couldn't help it" he admits trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Well please refrain from doing that, my heart can only take so much" I say clutching my chest in a teasing manner. "Okay okay I promise I won't do that again...tonight" he says, teasing me right back. "I swear I can never catch a break these days. Now are you gonna tell me what kind of drinks you got or are you just gonna let them melt" I say nodding towards the tray he just placed down. 

"Oh yeah my bad. This one is called 'Bora' after the café itself and its a purple slush with passion fruit, dragon fruit, and blue raspberry flavoring. While this one is called 'Nabi' which is iced butterfly pea flower tea with raspberry and pomegranate. I wasn't sure if you were the coffee or tea type of person but I figured you might not want to drink something with caffeine this late at night" he explains cutely hoping he picked out at least one item I might enjoy. 

"They both look amazing! Do you think I could take the slush? It looks so good!" I implore. "Sure go right ahead, I also got us a slice of Purple Ube cake to share. I hope you don't mind" he says nervously again.

He's really trying to not mess this up, it's so endearing seeing how much effort he's putting into this. "That's perfect, thank you!" I say while grabbing a fork and taking the first bite.

"Mmm this is amazing!" I say savoring the mild but sweet flavors. I look up at him and see that he's just looking at me with puppy eyes clearly enjoying my reactions. "What?" I laugh nervously while grabbing a napkin and wiping off the corners of my mouth hoping I don't have anything on my face. 

"Nothing, you're just really cute Noona" he says and picks up his fork and takes a bite of the cake right after I do. I clear my throat moving past the compliment trying not to acknowledge it. 

"So back in the store earlier you said you needed to get a new job. Do you have something in mind?" he says clearly understanding the need to change the subject. "Oh um not really I've just been pretty sick of my job honestly since I first started but I can seem to find anything better to do and I hate being the new girl" I say feeling defeated. 

"That's understandable, it can be nerve racking breaking into a new industry especially when you've become almost comfortable in your current job" he responds. "Well it's not so much that. It's more like the irritating feeling being a helpless idiot until I finally get used to everything. I hate asking for help" I admit honestly. 

"Yeah I can tell, you seem very independent so I can see why that could make you uncomfortable. I assure you though that if you find a company that values their employees then I'm sure that you coworkers would be more than happy to help you learn the ropes. Everyone is new at some point in their lives" he responds with a warm smile.

I feel almost lighter after talking about some of the things that have been weighing on my mind that I almost forget that I have to go back to work. 

We're startled out of our conversation by my alarm and I can't help but feel a bit disappointed that we have to wrap this up so soon. "Well that's my alarm reminding me to start walking back. Thank you so much! I had a really good time" I say with a genuine smile on my face. 

"I did too! Thanks for giving me a chance to get to know you better. Here let me walk you back to the store" he says getting up and stretching his hand out towards me. "Thank you, I would really appreciate it" I respond while hesitantly accepting his outstretched hand. 

"Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure you got back alright. Plus this gives us a chance to spend a little more time together" he says while leading us though the café to the exit. Once we're outside we're hit with a sudden breeze and I bring my hands up and hug myself as a pitiful excuse for generating warmth.

I suddenly feel myself being wrapped in a blanket of warmth and realize that he's draped his jacket over my shoulders. 

"You don't have to do that, it's my fault for not bringing a coat. Here take it back you're gonna get cold too" I say while trying to take the jacket off my shoulders but am soon stopped by him placing both hands on my shoulders trapping the jacket underneath his hands to make sure I can't remove it. 

"It's alright Noona I really don't mind, plus I'm wearing a hoodie as well so I don't really feel cold at the moment. It's not too long of a walk anyways so go ahead and use it for now" he says and goes back to stand next to me and entwines our fingers together and leads me back to the store. 

Once we get closer he stops just short of it which in turn stops me as well. "What is it?" I ask giving him a questioning look. "I just wanted to let you know that I had a really nice time tonight and I would love to do it again. Maybe we could spend some time together on one of your days off?" he asks hopeful for my acceptance of his proposition.

"Sure I'd love that!" I say looking up at him. I see him glance down at my lips and back to my eyes before slowly leaning in. I stop him tentatively with a gentle hand placed on his chest.

"Jimin" I say, feeling breathless at the change in atmosphere. "Yes Noona?" he questions resting his forehead against mine. "I don't think this is a good idea" I say wracking my brain for the best way to go about shutting this down. 

"Oh, okay" he says while leaning back and resuming his previous up right posture. "It's just that, I really think we should get to know each other better" I say hoping he won't take it in the wrong way. "It's okay I understand, I agree let's take things slow" he says with an understanding smile. "I'll text you tomorrow?" he suggests. I nod my head in approval and give him a quick hug goodbye. 

I turn around and cross the street and head back inside seeing Grey in the same position I had left her in, uninterested with the world around her and scrolling through her phone. "I'm back!" I say alerting her to my presence so she doesn't think I'm just another customer. 

"Oh hey" she says looking up from her phone briefly, "How did it go?". I go to respond but she stops me before I can even continue, "The short version Luna" she says aware of my tendency to ramble. "Alright the short version, let me just put my stuff away" I say making my way to the back room.

"Whose jacket is that?" she asks but clearly knows the answer. "Oh shit! It's Jimin's, he let me borrow it on our way back since it's pretty cold out there. Do you think he's still out there?" I question rushing towards the front door before I can hear her answer. 

I look around up and down the street trying to see if I can spot him but unfortunately it looks like he's left already. I walk back into the store defeated but knowing that he'll probably just use this as another excuse to come see me again, which I can't help but smile at. 

"I guess I'll just text him in the morning" I say shrugging my shoulders putting it back in my locker and putting on some perfume. "Why did you take it off?" she questions raising an eyebrow at me. "Well I'm hanging out with Jungkook tonight and you know how he gets when other guys are around me" is say feeling a bit conflicted. 

"That's true. He would probably give you his hoodie and hug you until the other guy's sent is gone" she says laughing at Jungkook's clingy side. "Exactly so I don't want to give him something to pout about. Plus the possibility of another guy in my life is not something I would like to discuss tonight" I finish. "Sounds like a good idea" she says and asks me again to tell her what happened between Yeonjun and I.

I give her the short version like she had asked for and I am a bit confused at her reaction or lack there of. "Hey! Why are you acting like that? I thought you would be teasing me and telling me how stupid I was or something like that" I pout clearly not satisfied while her stoic attitude. 

"Oh sorry I was just expecting it to go horribly so I'm just surprised that's all. I'm happy for you, it sounds like you had fun" she says and goes back to her phone. "Why did you think it was gonna be bad?" I question even more confused. 

"Well he was just giving off kinda weird vibes from the beginning but I'm glad we just misjudged him. He sounds like a nice guy. Now can we change the subject? Or better yet why don't you go restock the fridge" she says and then turns around to refill the items behind the counter even though they're fully stocked for the most part. 

Confused by her sudden change I decide to just go and do as she had suggested and head back into the big fridge and after restocking everything in there I start to go up and down the aisles cleaning up the shelves and making sure everything looks perfect. I check my phone and start counting down the minutes until Jungkook gets here, eager to escape from this sudden weirdness that has settled between Grey and I.

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A/N: Been debating on releasing this chapter. Heard about his injury 💔 Sending him all the strength, love, healing & wishing him a speedy recovery. Same with Jimmy & Bronson as well. They all fought hard! Thank you 3! Get well soon! 🤍

Also, the part where Haku is mentioned is a true story 🤭 Just hoping to continue the tradition someday lol

Y/IN: Your initials

Y/NN: Your nickname

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Fem! Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Swearing, angst & arguing. (Even though I've previously posted it on Wattpad, there still might be some errors).

Masterlist to previous parts & Wattpad link.

WC: 2.3k

Summary: The couple have their date night. Things go well until she mentions something which she shouldn't have done.

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics ⬆️

"Sis! Didn't Angelo tell you to keep your distance from them yesterday?! You know how crazy that family is! Paul isn't there to stop them & neither are Roman or Jey! Thank God I showed up in time or else they would've cooked you raw!" exclaimed Bianca. "I'm sorry Binky, they were getting on my nerves. I was trying to get past them without being seen, but they saw me & made shitty comments about me. It really pissed me off & I needed to stand up for myself.

Tama almost got me, but thank God you were there." you said squeezing her shoulder. "Oh, they're nasty, we're about to teach them a lesson next week. I'm sorry that happened to you, sis" she frowned. Bianca was making a turn when her phone rang which was hooked to the car speaker, it was Montez probably wondering where she is. "Y/NN, could you please get that?" you nodded & answered it. Her & Montez conversed meanwhile, you needed to text Loa & tell him where you are.

Y/IN: Hey bub, I'm about 15 minutes away. I'm so sorry for the delay, got caught up with traffic.

You hated to lie, but you'd also hate mentioning to him that his annoying brother & Solo were the cause of the delay. You saw him typing & got a message from him a few seconds later.

TL: It's all good babe, I'm just getting out of the cab right now. I'm gonna reserve a table for us & order a drink. I'll keep myself occupied with my buddy, he works here. Take your time, no rush.

You smiled at the text, you couldn't wait to see him.

**15 minutes later**

Bianca pulled into the parking lot, "we have arrived!" she sang. "Ahh, thank you so much sister! You didn't have to do this." you said. "You know I always got you, now go in there & rekindle with your bestie! I'm a call away if you need anything" she said reaching over to hug you. "Thank you, I'll let you know when we're done" you said hugging her back. She kissed your head, "you'll be okay right? I'll stick around. Just give me a thumbs up when you find them & get settled in." You nodded, it always touched you how caring she was over you & always looking out for you. You were grateful to have her in your life & couldn't ask for a better friend. "I'll be okay, thank you for always being there for me" you smiled. "Have fun!" she smiled as you were getting out "will do! Have fun packing" you laughed which she returned "I'll try" you both waved at each other & went your separate ways.

You took a deep breath & went inside. You looked around, the place was quite huge for a bar & grill & it looked good, Loa sure had taste. The front lady greeted you & you greeted her back asking for the table reserved under his name. She escorted you to the table, you walked with her looking around & you felt butterflies in your stomach right away when you saw him sitting there. He was wearing a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up showing his sun-kissed arms & dark washed jeans, his hair was gelled up to perfection. He was on his phone when the hostess approached him & greeted him letting him know you were here. He looked up & his eyes met with yours, you got goosebumps immediately. The hostess left after you both thanked her. He put his phone down & got up from his seat.

He was the first to speak "hey" "hi" you replied shyly. "Wow I'm awestruck, Y/N you look absolutely stunning" he said looking you up & down. You blushed hard, "thank you bub, you look so ridiculously handsome" he raised a brow "ridiculously?" you laughed "yes, you're so damn attractive it's unreal" he laughed back showing his million dollar smile "thank you babe, appreciate it. You'll be amazed once you get to know me." "I can't wait!" you beamed.

"Let's sit" he said. Since the booths were a bit high up & you were wearing heels, he held your hand & helped you onto it, obviously not wanting you to trip or else it wouldn't be the best start to a date, what a gentleman you thought. You thanked him as you both sat down. You forgot to text Bianca letting her know that you found your 'friend' & settled in. As the waiter made their introduction, served water & the menus to you & Loa, you texted her & she responded with a thumbs up. You both placed your orders & went on from there. "This is a really lovely place you picked to eat, so your friend works here?" you asked. "Thanks! And yes, he's actually the owner of this establishment" he said. You were surprised "wow, you got some great connections. This place looks luxurious, he's kept it well!" Loa smiled, "thanks! He's an ambience kinda guy. I'll pass the message on to him, he'd really appreciate it. But, speaking of connections let's talk about yours, what got you into the wrestling business? Were you inspired by someone to join? Did you know someone? Is it a passion? I wanna know all about you" You were flattered that someone like him was interested in your life.

"Well for starters, I watched wrestling as a child thanks to my dad. I grew up watching The Rock, Rikishi, Undertaker, Randy Orton & John Cena. But most importantly, it's the women like Trish Stratus, Victoria, Lita & Chyna who have inspired me to get into the business. I enjoyed watching them being the fearless & baddest women & wanted to be just like them. I started joining a wrestling club after graduating high school & with the connection of a wrestling agent, I was in! I started from the indies, and then got signed to NXT 3 years later. From there, I met Bianca, Rhea, Damian & the 4 of us have been inseparable since then. Well, now the Terror Twins are on RAW, and me & Binky are on SmackDown so this is our first time being apart, but we still keep in touch. We go out for drinks after big events."

He was stunned "wow, I'm amazed, you really worked your behind off to get to where you are today, and that's wonderful. Just like your inspirations, you are pretty strong from the matches I've watched of you. I'm so glad you're a contender for the Women's Money In The Bank Ladder Match & I can't wait to see you take on the women, I'm rooting for you just so you know" he laughed. This man is making your heart do cartwheels, he's interested in your life & is becoming your cheerleader, you could've fainted right there. You held his hand across the table "well, since you're rooting for me I'll make sure to dedicate this win for you. It's in my hometown too" you winked, you swore you could've seen him blushing when he looked down briefly, but then looked back up to talk to you.

The waiter arrived & served both of your drinks & meals at the table, you both thanked them & started eating, but that of course didn't stop Loa from breaking off the conversation. You can tell he was genuinely interested unlike the other men you've dated in the past. He spoke up again "so since you mentioned that your dad is a wrestling fan who were his favorites?" you smiled & responded knowing what answer he was probably looking for "well if you're wondering, then yes your father was one of his favorites. He enjoyed his King Haku era so much & he even went to the show & got to high five him in the crowd" making Loa smile big "wow! So technically our dads kinda met? That's so cool! I definitely want to meet your dad one day."

You laughed "we'll see, but enough about me let's talk about you. Even though I know wrestling runs in your family is there anything you'd like to share & how wrestling got your attention?" you asked. He responded "well yes, my dad was in the business, he's worked very hard to raise us. Me, Tama, my sister & my younger brother. I played football in University in hopes of making it to the NFL one day, Tama was in the Air Force & my younger brother Hikuleo, you'll see him soon, played basketball. He's very tall & could probably take us all down in a match" making us laugh.

"My father got us all into wrestling, gave us all the knowledge to it & I can't deny, it was a great career change, I love it. I've been in FCW, TNA (Impact), used to be in WWE as Camacho, was in New Japan Pro Wrestling for years with my bros, you've probably heard the name Bullet Club going around, we were a part of that & now we're back here. Little bro isn't here yet though, but he's on his way. I'm a dog dad too, Samson is like a son to me, I take him everywhere" he beamed talking about his family.

"You seem like such a family man, it's adorable. I bet your dad is proud of you for making that career change & wrestling in so many promotions, making a name for yourself. I definitely want to meet him too one day. Gotta thank him for giving us you" you laughed making him laugh too. "Of course I've heard of The Bullet Club! Y'all were so badass knocking everyone down in your paths & dominating the business. One question, how did you & Tama get through that locker room brawl between Cody & Kenny?" he sighed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head and you burst out laughing "That day was messy, I don't even know what to say" he said. "Please, you were adorable! Just standing there with your arms out, not knowing what to do & then Tama just sitting there on the bench, chilling, watching everything escalate" you said giggling. "Only Fale got involved, we didn't want anything to do with it. We told him to stay out of it, welp" he said sipping his drink. "Do you miss the Bullet Club?" you asked.

There was silence for a moment, before he nodded looking down. "We were more than just a powerful faction, we were all like brothers, doing what we love, beating everyone's asses, eating & drinking together, traveling. It just sucks how we've grown apart in New Japan & Impact. Now it's just the 3 of us on our own. They tried to take lil bro away from us, but he came back to us" he said.

You placed your hand on top of his. "I can't wait to meet your little brother. Hopefully he's cooler than the older one" you joked referring to Tama making him laugh. You wanted to lighten up the mood a bit, you could tell mentioning Bullet Club got to his emotions. "Why do I feel like you & Tama are going to fight like an old English couple when things do settle down between you two? But Hikuleo's chill, don't worry" he said finishing off his meal.

"Technically, we already are even when we aren't getting along. Gave him & Solo hell back at the hotel" you smirked while finishing off yours. His eyes widened but his face was amused at the same time "You what???" "Yup, I was walking past the gym leaving for our date & these two started acting like hyenas laughing & talking about me & my dress. So I had to call them out, and then they both finally shut up. Thank God Binky was there to back me up. I'm so glad your little brother is different" "I need to say something" he said. "Loa, please don't" you pleaded "we don't want anyone getting suspicious about us." He nodded understanding, "you're right, I'm already enjoying this time with you & don't want it to end" he said making your heart flutter "neither do I" he smiled "and as long as nobody knows about us, we'll be okay right?" he asked.

You laughed nervously, because you know you did something stupid before coming here "yeahhhh" you said looking away, making Loa raise a brow at you, he sensed it. "Y/N...look at me" you slightly looked over at him & he was looking at you like he saw through you "you didn't tell anybody about this date right?" he asked. You took a deep breath before telling him "I may have told B-Fab" he looked at you in disbelief "what do you mean by 'may have'?" he asked. "I told her about our date tonight" you whispered making Loa fall back in his seat with his mouth open "GIRL, WHAT?!" he nearly yelled.

"Shhhh, it's not what you think!" "Y/N, I can't believe you, that girl is gonna sing the news to The Street Profits & Bianca. It will dance all around the locker room & backstage & then my family is gonna find out & they'll beat the shit out of me for not telling them. Do you know how upsetting that will be?" he said clearly upset himself. "I know" you sighed. "No you don't, I didn't tell my own brother about this, but you told your 'bestie?' & you've known her for how long?" "Loa please hear me out, she told me she isn't gonna tell anyone & if anyone tries to find out, she'll do anything to stop it" you defended.

"Sure she did" he said sarcastically while getting up. "Where are you going?" you asked in panic. "Outside to think if this was a good idea" he said firmly, leaving the booth & heading towards the smoking patio. You leaned back in your seat & sighed, first date with the man of your dreams & it's already gotten off to a bad start. You needed to fix this or else you were going to lose him. Maybe you should've kept it to yourself instead of telling anyone. What are you going to do?

[dogtiber]

day 2: we have had more puppy energy and playfulness! he seems to definitely be more comfortable and himself in quiet outdoor places, but he’s starting to ease into home life. and he did teach himself how to use the stairs at 1am yesterday night lol. (though only going up—he'll go down the short flights ok but is a little scared of the longer ones still.)

had some troubles potty training in the morning, and had a few small accidents. we moved the grass patch indoors onto the floor he’s staying on, and that helped a lot—he got it almost immediately once it was moved inside. think maybe he’s just really uncomfortable and nervous using the bathroom outside by the street. he had some diarrhea in the evening tho when we went to the dog park, so gonna bring that up to the vet.

think he had a small crate accident last night—my fault for thinking he just wanted comfort last night when whining, and not needing to go out—unless he just spilled his water, couldn’t really tell.

he’s been playing and actually using his chews! still having trouble getting him to eat and take treats consistently, but it seems to get better as he gets more comfy. he's very chill about the washing machine/dryer noises, which my partner was worried about. he is not thrilled about cars though—both ones passing and riding in one.

he "solved" a snuffle mat by picking it up and turning it upside down lol.

day 3 (morning): he's napping next to me right now. 😭

partner took him out early this morning on a walk to the public park across the street while it was quiet out. apparently he's still pretty freaked out by traffic, and also by runners going by him, but he was good on the bridge and in the park around birds.

the moment he got home though, he immediately jumped on the couch where i've been sleeping and cuddled up right on top of me. <3

he seems to love curling up on the grass patch to work on his chews, which is not the most ideal. don't love the idea of him lying and rolling in his potty spot. trying to gently discourage it by moving his chews off and to his bed or crate, and giving him praise and treats when he brings them to those locations himself/interacts with them there.

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

Im gonna be real, my knee jerk reaction here is to make some bitchy little comment and then drop it. But I'm gonna do my best to explain our position here. Because I know you're a good person, and I know you aren't gonna take what I say in bad faith and twist it against me. Putting it under a readmore bc this post is already long.

Imagine you have a house. You've built this house yourself, you love it, it's HUGE and every single nook and cranny is special to you. And then a neighbor comes along and cuts down 80% of it to use the raw materials for fuckin whatever. What an asshole, we are not inviting him to the holiday party. But you start to rebuild. You don't get more than one room up though before another neighbor comes by, says he's friends with the first guy, and then tells you he's gonna be telling a bunch of children to walk through your house. You say "hey, wtf. I actually don't like kids all that much, and don't really want anyone walking through my house after that last guy destroyed most of it." And they say "that's too fucking bad". You ask your other neighbors to help, and get radio silence from everyone except for one random dude way out in the ocean who went through something similar. It's not enough though, and the kids start stomping through your house.

A bunch of them keep accidentally knocking shit over and breaking it. Not their fault that this place isn't kid friendly, but that's exactly why you don't want them there. At least half of them tell you to knock down MORE walls so that your house is easier to walk through, it's kinda inaccessible for them. A lot of them don't do much more than just. Walk through. But your house isn't built for that much foot traffic, and now your floors are dirty and breaking.

Your neighbors start talking, saying how inaccessible your house is for the kids, how WEIRD your house looks to them, how anti social you are. They even start spreading rumours, calling you uncivilized because your home is so weird and dirty and broken even though it WASN'T always like that and you were never given the chance to fix anything or even make the place more child friendly before the absolute hoard of rude/inconsiderate/well-meaning but still part of the problem kids started stomping through.

Your house is in shambles, there are kids that you don't want everywhere, and your neighbors all hate you and love to spread rumours about how mean and brutish you are. At that point, even though it isn't the kids' fault you are going to find yourself being not exactly the best host. It's not that you can't be, you're actually really good at helping your friends and their kids feel good and safe in your home. But this is too much, you are one person and these kids are not in a listening and learning mindset. Rudeness isn't the goal, but when you're that tired and bogged down it's inevitable.

First guy is the Industrial revolution, second guy is the league (obviously), and the neighbors are the rest of Hoenn (again, I think obviously). I'm not using this analogy because I think you're stupid, it's just the best way I could think of to make the emotional reality actually hit home. Also because explaining the history in detail would take even longer lol.

We aren't rude by nature. We dont even necessarily hate having guests over. But it's just been too much for too long, and we are tired of being judged. And anytime we try and explain that people try to defend the League, or say that we're overreacting. One time I told someone the cliffs notes version and they said "so it's true? Your town is super poor and shitty?"

People don't like to hear their precious League has done terrible things. People also don't really approach us much from a place of actually wanting to listen and learn. That said, I do trust u n ur little girlfriend to be chill. If either of you actually want to learn about our culture n traditions I'm happy to talk about em.

Is it morally wrong to visit Fortree solely to see how long it takes for someone to pick a fight with me?

[boyapologist]

youtube has been recommending me drag queen content for some reason and honestly? therapeutic. I think I'm finally over my trauma

[munsster]

that everything feeling

A/N: i love s3 and i love s3 steve in his s3 scoops ahoy shorts. so i like basically did a mini s3e7-8 rewrite??? but it’s not serious. and now there's this

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!GN!Reader

Summary: You (Henderson!Reader) despise Steve Harrington, but the end of the world (and your little brother's gang) has other plans for you. 2.6k words

Warnings: season 3 major spoilers (lol), canon-level gore, blood & vomit & drugs, kissing (ew right), fluff, cursing, drugged steve, more kissing & cursing

Steve is basically limp against you, and you have to laugh at how quickly the Russian amphetamines went right to his head and turned him into a walking slinky. Well, more stumbling than walking. You also have to laugh at the awful situation Dustin and his little shit friends left you with: dragging their half-concussed babysitter through the mall rapidly away from a troop of bodybuilder-types foaming at the mouth and hungry for blood.

Speak of the devil, two of the brick shithouses in question—each larger than both you and Steve combined—come barreling against foot traffic in your direction, though not quite at you, which is somewhat of a relief because there’s a chance to escape. Still, your heart is pounding deep in your ears—something that always sends you in a stupid direction. So with your fingers wrapped around Steve’s bright red neckerchief, chanting ‘please be unlocked, please be unlocked’, you yank the door to one of the mall’s storage closets wide open and tug him in after you.

“Woah,” he sighs, putting a hand on his sinking chest, and when you look at him, he’s marveling up at the ceiling, and you’re about to slap him across the face if he utters one more drug-induced adage. “Did I just die? Is this what the afterlife is like?” His eyes go wide as saucers when he turns to stare at you, suddenly bursting with giddy, schoolboy laughter.

You clap your hand over his mouth and guide him deeper into the pitch-black room at the sound of muffled shouting beyond the reinforced plywood door. He trips over a fallen broom, knocking himself off balance enough to instinctively anchor to your waist and slump back against a wall of stocked shelves. And he has the audacity to ‘ouch’ when an empty spray bottle bounces against his skull to the floor.

As much as you’re against Steve Harrington, you do have to give the bastard credit; he has a very natural charm about him that you can’t stay mad at for very long. Which is why you’re going easy on him today: not ribbing him for his reckless abandon and motherly love for the kids. He clearly cares, or else he would’ve let someone else take the hit. I mean, he’s got those gorgeous, brown eyes, all honey in the sun and starry. He hums against your hand and shuts them. But in a frog way, one after the other. And you’re almost relieved. A moment of silence, at last.

“Did you just lick me?”

You flick your hand away and wipe it down his shoulder with a killer glare, and he’s back to laughing his stoned ass off. But your fed up meter is boiling over, and those pairs of boots thudded along a while ago, so you slip your fingers between his and pull him along into the now unlit foodcourt, checking behind you every couple of steps to make sure he’s not facedown on the linoleum. That would be seriously inconsiderate seeing as he’s caked in blood, and it would suck to have to wipe that up on minimum wage.

“Um…” he huffs, tightening his iron grip on your hand and halting to a wavering stop next to the centerpiece fountain. He looks seasick and pale and moist, and you don’t need to hear him to know that when he says, “I’m gonna yak,” he’s being dead serious.

“Oh my God, Steve, you’ve gotta be kidding me”—you’re suddenly panicked when he tugs at the collar of his uniform with his brows drawn taut together—“okay, okay, where are the bathrooms, they’re—holy shit, across the mall. Nevermind—”

“Sink,” he grumbles, finding his shaky footing a few steps ahead of you, hand in clammy hand.

“What?”

“How ‘bout a sink?” He presses on, and you’re compelled to let him drag you around tables and chairs because he feels so sure and set, and you’re not one to deny a bleeding, more-than-slightly intoxicated man. You bare your teeth in a fake, almost worried grin.

“Steve, you’re drugged, where the fuck are we supposed to find a sink”—and in that second, you look up at the flickering LED sign—“Scoops.” From which epiphany, you take the lead, pushing him at the hips around the counter, through the swinging door, straight towards the deep, aluminum sink that he dunks his head into and proceeds to violently spew into.

You take to fiddling around the room, including but not limited to: dragging your finger across the dusty, steel table, opening and closing the service window, and reaching for the top of one of the shelves only for two ice cream scoops to clatter to the floor and scare you shitless.

“Nice,” Steve chuckles, running the faucet and wiping his cupped palm down his chin. He reaches forward and flicks three light switches, illuminating the baby blue room and the storefront with a warm and buzzing fluorescence. You gasp when he spins on his heel.

“You’ve got blood all over you,” you say. Because you knew he got jostled around pretty bad back there, but you didn’t think it would stain his shirt or earn him an insane shiner.

He looks down and shrugs. “Hey, handsome’s gotta do what handsome’s gotta do, okay?”

You roll your eyes and back up through the door to the front and nod him along before ducking down to locate the first aid kit and set it next to the register. “Come here,” you coo, “in the light.”

“Woah, bossy… okay,” he says, following you and bumping his hip against the counter and watching you flip the case open, digging around with both hands. He smiles sweetly when you stick the tip of your tongue out while taking out stacks of paper-sealed supplies, frantically scanning labels and directions.

“Okay,” you huff. You tear a small, white square open between your teeth and unfold the antiseptic wipe seated inside it. In one hand, you hold Steve’s jaw, tugging him closer while the other carefully cleans the blood spattered around his bruised eye. He hisses and latches one hand into the side of your shirt.

In tandem, you both “Sorry!”, and chuckle a little, and he’s still holding your waist, but you’re still holding him and tilting his face toward the light. You open a new parcel and dab the wipe at the cut below his lip. He squints his eyes shut, grunting and shifting his weight slowly.

“D’you want a bandaid for that?”

He shakes his head.

“Just gonna tough it out?”

A blossoming yet stubborn smirk gives him that signature shithead appeal, and you guess it’s conditional when he says, “They don’t call me ‘the king’ for nothing.”

“Nobody calls you that anymore.” You let go of him and shove the leftover wipes and bandaids into your pockets.

“Yes, they do.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“They so do.”

“Okay, name one person who calls you that.”

He scoffs. “Your brother.”

“Half brother.”

“Whatever,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, “he thinks I’m cool.”

“For your sake, I really hope Dustin respects himself a little more than that.” You crouch down to slide the kit back onto its shelf before popping up and smiling in Steve’s face. And he clenches his jaw, trying not to glance at your lips for too long.

“Wait,” he thinks out loud, “half? Same dad?” And c’mon, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“No, same mom. And it means you suck, Harrington, and my brother is definitely cooler than you,” you say, eyes suddenly wide and pleading, “don’t tell him I said that.”

“Oh, I’m gonna tell him.”

“Steve, don’t.” You poke his shoulder, and he tosses his head back to laugh. You look so serious, it makes his stomach hurt a little, but he’s glad he can still make you laugh when you look down for a second to hide a smile.

“Fine, fine, I won’t.” He shrugs, and you groan.

“Liar.” You turn to walk away, but before you can even move, your foot slips on the wipe, which would’ve sent you flying backward with a split skull if Steve hadn’t caught you and pulled you hard against his chest.

“Woah, don’t go falling for me now,” he teases. And despite how lighthearted he tries to sound, you can hear the deepset worry in his throat making his voice thick and breathy. “At least let me get changed, yunno, all that blood—”

“Shut up.”

He’s a little confused when he looks at you and you’re clearly not poking for fun. You’re straight-faced, and his stomach churns so delightfully when you curl your fingers into his shoulder. You don’t know if whatever this is is mutual when his eyes go a little glossy and his cheeks blush pink and warm. Your heart is wild and deafening and you think this feeling is nice. Like it could stay this way, and you wouldn’t even question it.

Because in reality, it’s already like this most of the time. Tip-toeing around and teasing each other like you’re some kind of forbidden fruit. Like it wouldn’t be fair to have each other. To care about each other even though you might as well. You might as well when you keep glancing down at his mouth shamelessly. When he brings his hands closer together around your back, there’s nothing louder than your blood like water in your ears.

You don’t even hear yourself whisper, “please,” but Steve sure as hell does.

He nods, feeling the curve of your spine, mapping you out because even though he can’t work a compass, he’s pretty sure you’re his true north. It’s not a hallucination when he leans closer or when you move your fingers so gently up the back of his head.

“Holy shit, there you are!” Dustin hollers, and you let out a heavy breath and draw yourself quickly away from Steve who shuts his eyes and pushes a hand through his hair. You hop over and scoop your brother into your arms. He groans, still patting your back reluctantly and saying, “We gotta go.”

…

Why you’re standing at the top of a hill watching these actual children babble into walkie-talkies is beyond your comprehension. You’re pretty sure even Steve gets it at this point. Though, he does call you over after spending a couple minutes listening to your brother and his staticky lady friend. Which is exactly why you agree and follow him blindly.

“I just need a little help pushing it out of the mud,” he sighs, gesturing over to the Cadillac slowly sinking into the grassy sloped meadow.

“‘Kay.”

He slumps into the driver’s side and pats the seat next to him, urging you to open the door with a sigh and slip into passenger. Turning the key, the car chokes a little before starting up, and Steve reaches across for the back of your seat, putting the car in reverse, and hiding a smile in his shoulder when it easily glides backward a few feet down the hill.

“Well… that was easy,” he mumbles. Your jaw ticks, and you look at him with a stupidly cheeky and incredibly feigned smile. Getting out of the car, you groan up the hill, and Steve fumbles for the door handle after shutting the car off.

“Wait,” he calls, and when you try to ignore him, “Wait!”

“What do you want, Harrington?”

His confidence falters a little with a dent in the soft earth, and you keep walking as if he’s not crazy about you. As if you don’t know and feel the exact same. But you’re sure nobody’s ever been crazy about you before, and this is Steve Harrington you’re dealing with. And then he’s shouting after you.

“Kiss me.”

Even your lungs go silent at that. You pause only for a step, recovering when you hear him get close and shuffle in the grass. What you don’t expect is him jogging far enough to wrap his hand around your wrist and stop you short of the shining horizon of Hawkins.

You turn, and Steve looks insane. Hair mussed, chin split, and eye swelled, but you bite the inside of your cheek because under it all, he’s handsome. More than a young adult boy should be, and when he says, “kiss me,” again, you believe it. He’s charismatic and thoughtful and he loves your brother almost as much as you do, and you wonder what stopped you all these years. Maybe it was impending doom, and now that it’s closer than before, maybe you’re feeling manic.

But maybe that’s okay.

“You’re high,” you whisper, “you don’t know what you want.”

“Come on, don’t do that. You were there when I puked up just about everything, right?” He wants to admit that right now, there’s nothing in his system but you and your smile. You’re in him like a sugar high; he can’t pinpoint the cause, and he knows he’d do it again. No matter how much you’d tease him for being cheesy, he’s serious. And with him looking into you like this, you feel insane. His brown eyes give you the stars and the everything above.

“I know what I want,” he says, squeezing your hand and guiding you closer. This is definitely not spur of the moment, unless this moment has lasted three years. He wants you close. Closer, even, than this, with you hovering like body heat though the night is cold and makes him rethink. But every time he does, he feels the same. “And I think you do, too.”

You reach up to cup the side of his neck, rubbing your thumb along his throat and trying to ignore the way your eyes water and cloud your vision.

“Hey,” he whispers, tucking his knuckles under your chin and pecking your temple, finally gathering you in his arms and rubbing your back, leaving another kiss against the crown of your skull. You lift your head, and he chuckles at the smear of blood down the bridge of your nose.

“Oh,” you huff, smiling and wiping your sleeve across your face. But looking up at him makes you feel embarrassed. Batshit and bothered and shy. He looks at you like it’s you. Everything, always.

And you hook your arms around his shoulders and catch his mouth with yours, grinning and going back for another when he holds you tighter than before. Your teeth click a little, but you figure it out, and you feel light at the noises he makes. No more ache and hurt and strain, just his soft lips pressed to yours. Just his palms sliding up your back. Just his smile and yours.

“Jesus Christ!” Dustin shouts from the top of the hill, “I called it—Woo-hoo!” Steve snorts when Erica slaps a five into Dustin’s waiting palm. You look at Steve and even past that to the sky, the open air and its stars. He smiles and kisses the corner of your mouth. You blink and grin before your eyes drift down to Hawkins. And Starcourt.

But your eyes go wide, and its not amazement when you mutter, “Holy shit.”

masterlist

[that-one-anxious-mango]

I’d love to see how Austin and his best girl met

        That Gooey Feeling

Summary: You walked into a café for a book and left with more than you came for..love.

Contents: How Austin and his best girl met! Loads of fluff. That’s it! 

A/N: Hi! Let me start by saying sorry about the absence...school’s kicking my ass. The end. And also sorry about the updates you guys will be getting in the next few days being late..again..school lol

But anywho, prompt courtesy of the lovely @quietemptydiariess. I didn’t forget about you babes! It’s overdue and I hope you all like it. Thanks for reading and sticking it out with me! Appreciate the love!

P.S Everyone feel free to comment and send ideas. Love hearing from you all always! Much Love! *hugs*

                     ______________________

                 It was hot in central LA today.

And not like ' oh man let's pack a bag and hit the beach, hot ' or ' today would be a nice day to sit around in the shade of my balcony, hot'

No, today was most definitely ' Step out into the sun for more than ten seconds and smell your own flesh burn, kinda hot.'

But here you were walking along the scorching sidewalk basking in the smell of your torching flesh and the amber musk perfume you'd put on today.                                                                      

Drudging forward with your full tote bag in tow you made your way toward the cool, sweet, serene sanctuary down the road. Otherwise known as, your favorite café, The Totem.

Wiping a weary hand across your forehead you'd practically been ready to break down and cry once you'd finally made it to the door of the treasured establishment.

Peace.

And with a huff of breath you grabbed the handle wrenching the door open only to let out the deepest euphoric sigh at the feeling of the cold AC ridden air hit your body.

It felt like a kiss from the sweetest coldest polar bear.

Walking inside you didn't need to look around at the place that you practically knew every nook and cranny of now due to how much you actually frequented the place these days.                                                                                              The Totem Café , which uniquely double as a fully operating café and second hand book store, was one of the first places you'd visited when you moved to California almost two years ago.

You had seen it out the U-Haul window you'd been in when you and your sister had just entered town after a grueling and comedically funny thirty-two-hour drive together from your previous home-state. Vowing then you'd try out the place at least once, from the first time you had walked in you were hooked! You'd now stop by at least a few times a week (if not more) to get your daily fix of tea, baked goods, and literature.

Even though today the amount of people that littered the café seating was scarce, a few people were still seen wandering threw the rows of bookshelves. You knew that they'd still probably been jam packed earlier today when it was cooler and were slowing down due to people heading home cause of the heat.

Walking up to the counter you were greeted by Cameron, one of the baristas. She usually was so cheery and wide grinned whenever you came in.  But today, she offered you a troubled smile that made you inwardly groan because you'd could already bet your bottom dollar that you knew what she was gonna say.

You quickly beat her to the punch closing your eyes to descend into your monologue of despair   " Cam I literally just caught an entire cab and then had to walk almost a full entire block due to the wonderful still blooming LA traffic in damn near hundred- and two-degree weather. So it can't be possible that your about to look me in my slightly sun burned eyes and tell it’s not here." You concluded.

It couldn't be true.

It shouldn't true.

It PLEASE! Wouldn't be true.

Not today.

Cameron couldn't do anything but offer her best sympathetic smile and say, " I looked over there and seen it. Went to do something for Greg! Came back and the book was gone! I swear.“ She sadly explained. “ Also not to rain more on your parade..but we’re also out of cheese danishes so....” 

Your eyes popped in a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“ But we still have everything else for your usual. I promise! Plus Greg just bought a new case of ripe mangos in the back today, so I can guarantee it's gonna taste absolutely fresh and soooo good." She tried her best to ignore the off-putting scowl that overtaken your face. Sorry?

You looked like you were two seconds from turning big and green so you could use the place as a personal smash room.

You were hot!

Literally and figuratively.

 Placing an upset hand on your cheek you still hadn't opened your eyes out of the case of disbelief and determent of the tantrum you wanted to make, " Cam I'm not understanding how this happened when I literally called the store twice before I got here. Once before I let the apartment and then again in the taxi just to truly make sure you guys had everything." You squeaked.

" HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? " You whisper yelled making Cameron giggle at your almost state of delirium.

" I know I know, " She started, " And when you called the first time, I had Nick to take the very last one and wrap it up to the side for safekeeping until you got here. And as far as the book goes I don't know anything beyond that since I was in the back."

" But tell you what! " She bargained, " We do have those oatmeal chocolate cookies you like. Marty is putting them in the oven as we speak." Cameron finished wiggling at brow at you.

Breathing in defeat you decided to just let it go and proceed with order, " Know what. It's fine. All that means is it probably wasn't meant for me to have it today. Trying to slim down anyway. SO I'll just take the usual minus the cheese danish. Plus I'll pass on the cookies. Thank you anyway for trying."

You reached down into your wallet while listening to Cameron playfully scold you on how great your body looked along with a threat about how she was going to put banana syrup in your mango passion tea the next time she heard you say something like that. And that as added punishment she was making you take home a cookie anyway.

You hated Bananas.

So you quickly paid adding a generous tip, and gave her nod of understanding before you walked off to wander around the place until you heard your name be called.

The plan was to actually come for much more than just your fix of fruity tea and sweets. It was look to find a certain new novel to indulge your senses for the next week. And hopefully it maybe had just wandered to a different section of the store by accident....

It was called, what we talk about, when we talk about love.

One of your writer buddies had suggested it to you for a read to help out with your impending writer's block on a romance story you were finishing...sorta.

Romance.

It very predictably of you to be drawn to this section given your background as a hopeless romantic.

All through your life you'd read countless romance novels and even watched movies that had helped formulate your slightly unrealistic view on how love should be.            

                                                      At one point during teenage hood, you'd honestly thought that men showing up outside women's windows in an all-white limousine with flowers to express how they didn't care that the woman they loved was a prostitute, and pledge their most undying love, was normal.        

That it'd had to be the standard.

You wanted you movie style gooey feeling moment, dammit!

But alas in your twenty-three years of living you would soon realize that it just didn't happen like the movies. And your once eager hopeful view on love would begin to dwindle a bit. But hey you hadn't completely lost hope.... yet.

Continuing to look and look....and look! With no luck you decided to go ahead and leave it for another time.

Going  to go fetch your beloved beverage you made it to the counter nodding at another barista Marty who handed you your drink and informed that the cookies would be out in a couple minutes.

Happily accepting you looked around to grab a straw and a couple of napkins when you felt the presence of another body appear on the side of you.

Looking next to you were met with a man.

Emphasize on the man part.

He was tall and slender, but you could see that he had some sort of muscular build through the slight strain on his shirt around the bicep areas. He wore a couple of rings on his fingers and a chain around his neck that has cutely placed moles.  He had dirty blonde hair with streaks of honey in them and if it was actually him and not the baked goods smell wafting in the air.

HE SMELLED HEAVENLY.

But even with his stellar appearance, that wasn't what had gotten you. It was his even more sexier voice that you could hear on the side of you.

It had you damn near ready to melt where you stood. Screw the sun outside, this man was hotter.

" Hey man. Can I please order another iced oak milk based coffee with a shot of espresso and dark chocolate syrup. And if you could make sure it's super cold I'd appreciate it." The man ordered peering down to look through the glass case at the remaining pastries available. " And I'll take a' one of them cherry turnovers to go. That's all. Thank you."

Upon hearing his dialect you would make the assumption that he had to be of some southern origin. He had that little bit of twang to him.

" Okay Man. I'll  have that ready for you in a moment." Greg printed a recipe handing it to the stranger.

" C'mon dude you didn't even let me pay before you printed me out the recipe. Please let me pay this time. Seriously. The guy haggled to a unwavering Greg.

Greg shook his head, " NO can do Bro. It's on the house. Same as last time. I just love what you do man. Zoey 101 used to be my jam in middle school. Good memories and you were apart of that. So good looks on this one." Greg said moving away from the smiling man.

Ouu was a actor of some sort. Probably extra work...

" Alright man. But next time. I'm gonna pay and you won't be able to stop me."  The guy proclaimed. You then watched as he pulled out his wallet and dropped a fifty dollar bill in the tip jar once Greg had fully turned.

Okay Mr. Moneybags.

And then he just stood by you waiting for his food like you.

Should you say something?  What would you even say?

Nah what for. He was SUPER outta your league. Why waste his and your time?

You'd settled on letting the comfortable silence swell and just to continue to look him over out the corner of your eyes. And you did just that up until your side vision landed on the book he was looking in his hand.

what we talk about, when we talk about love.

 That was it! That was the book! The book you wanted!

And he had it.

And for some odd reason you couldn't help but wanna ask him how he liked the book? What he liked about? Was it worth the read?

So doing something unusual for you, you went out on a limb fully turning your body toward him and speaking, " Um ex-xuse me sir? " You spoke waving your hand a bit.

It took him a second to look over and notice you but when he did turn his attention to you, your mouth went dry as the Sahara desert!

" Yes. "He answered.

MY GOD.

He was even more handsome up close!!!

Now having a full view of him the only way you could describe it was as if you were looking at a reincarnation of Apollo himself. The man was stunning.

" Is there something I can help you with? " He asked half pulling you out of the accidental trance he'd put you in.

But right now you were trying to form the words that sat just at the tip of your tongue. You were too distracted by looking directly into his eyes.

They were a absolutely beautiful shade of cobalt.  

And the more you stared into them the more you saw different things.

Mostly you thought they looked like the color of the ocean. A pure clean ocean.

Let me take a swim in your water, SIR!

You might as well have had a legal search warrant the way you were looking at this man's retinas.

But what really surprised was the way he was matching your energy by staring. RIGHT. THE. FUCK. BACK.

oh damn this is some prolonged eye contact. shit.

Thinking quickly about where this was going, you shyly looked away rapidly blinking your eyes before going to actually ask your question, " um..the book you're holding. I was just wondering if you'd read it, yet? " You stumbled.

A little smile spreading across his face he replied, " Uh..yeah I have. It's actually one of my favorite books." He informed running his thumb across the creased cover.

Goodness. His smile was so cute.

" Really. That's great! I was asking because one of my friends actually recommended it to me. And I was hoping it was good." You explained nervously fiddling with the fabric of your shirt.

" Oh yeah? Good friend you got! I highly recommend. It’s good and gives the best realistic views of love I’ve ever read. Makes the mind think." He said.

You nodded, " Awesome! That's actually one of the reasons why I came here today to see if they had it, but I think that you may have beaten me to the punch." You stupidly laughed trying your best to mask the nervousness you felt.

                     That's what you get for saying something.

Looking at the book and then back at you he sighed rubbing his spare hand on the back of his neck, " Awe man I'm sorry. The copy I usually have I left someplace where I can't get it back. And I knew coming here that there was a good chance they had a copy." He lightly chuckled.

" But here." He stuck the book toward you making your pupils enlarge a bit, " I'd much rather you had it. It'll make me happy knowing someone will get to experience this book for the first time. Wish I could again." He said offering you a somber smile.

Immediately you began shaking your head pushing the book back to him, " No. No way. I can tell that it really means something to you. And I think you should have it." You countered.

This made him frown up his face making cute little wrinkles on his forehead, " Nah! Really you should have it. I've read it front to back about a hundred times." He rebottled.

But instead you stood your ground giggling a bit, " No way Jose. I'm not taking it from you. That's that." You affirmed playfully folding your arms over your chest and returning to you original position looking away from him.

From beside you, you could hear him light heartedly sigh before kissing his teeth, " You're a bit of a stubborn one aren't you." He teased.

Grinning you turned your head, " I'm not being stubborn. It just wouldn't be fair to you by me just talking to book to read when you found it first...even if you have already read it a hundred times front to back." You added the last part hoping he'd laugh.

He did.

Looking at you in a way that you couldn't make out he spoke, " So how about I offer you a deal for both of us to be able to read the book and walk away happy." He started his proposal letting his eyes look deep into yours.

At this point this man had five more seconds left of searching your soul with those damned blue-eyes before you'd say screw it and ask him if he wanted to indulge in a deal of your own and  go half on a mortgage, plus become a dog dad to your one year old auxie doxie puppy, Magnus.

" I'm listening." You stated definitely tuned in.

" How about if you aren't busy right now. We can find somewhere to sit for a couple of minutes and you let me read my favorite story out of here to you. After that you can have the book and go on your little merry way." He suggested.

You couldn't lie you were a little taken aback by his idea..why would he wanna sit down with you...let alone read to you. What's the catch?

" That sounds nice and fair..." You began..." But no what's the catch? " You cautioned raising a inspecting eye-brow.

Looking at the now serious face you tried to muster he couldn't help the little laugh and smirk that escaped him.

You looked adorable to him.

" No catch I promise. Afterward you won't ever have to see me or hear from me again... if you don't want to."

If you don't want to...

The words linger in your mind as you looked at his hopeful face.

If this fine ass random man truly wanted to read to you. What could it hurt?

OKAY!

" Alright why not ." You agreed.

Austin had to do his best to contain the gigantic smile that wanted to take over his face! Instead he gave you small one and nodded, " Well alright then."

From there you'd both gotten your food and found a nice window spot in the open seating area.

And true to his word Austin had pulled the book open and read his favorite story to you....and then his other favorite....and the other one too. Before you knew he'd read you the whole thing to you and then you both had descended into a deep conversation about things pertaining to the book and some things not pertaining to the book.

The sun was going and the store was closing by the time you two pulled away from being wrapped up in each other.

Both collectively grabbing your things, a certain someone insisted on taking the other one home. To which the latter induvial refused at first because she, one could get home to perfectly on her own, and two as a woman...and black woman no less. You had to be careful about your safety. And letting some stranger although handsome and seemingly sweet take you home and know where you lived, was still a big no.

So the certain someone fully understanding and respecting your cautiousness  offered a deal...to be fair, and hailed a cab for you, opening the door for you before you had a chance to reach for the handle and handing the driver in the front a hundred dollar bill ensuring that he needed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Once you were inside a certain someone sheepishly asked if he could get your number...so you could text him that you got home... for safety purposes.

You again stupidly nodded shakily handing him your phone and him doing the same.

Once everything was done you sweetly exchanged goodbyes and parted.

The whole ride home you couldn't shake this feeling you had...it felt gooey.

In the best possible way.

When you did get home you did in-fact text that certain person that you got home.

They immediately texted back.

And you two proceeded to text all night long promising to meet again at the café soon.

Soon was the very next day. And little did you know that certain someone would one day become your husband.

[theteasetwrites]

Under Pressure

❧ Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Female Reader ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—voyeurism (?), missionary, publish-ish sex, swearing ❧ Word Count: 3.2k

❧ Requested by @hereditarydeath (this request)

❧ Summary: Sex with Murphy becomes interesting when his brother gets involved, watching from the sidelines and being a bit… annoying. You don't really mind, though, as long as Murphy pleases you (and he does).

❧ A/N: So um… Connor has a voyeur kink? This is about as close as I’ll get to doing a Murphy x Reader x Connor threesome so yeah lol. Also, my first full-on Murphy smut! I’ve only done like suggestive Murphy so this is fun. I feel like I’m getting a feel for him and how he’d be in bed. Very rough but also very sweet and caring because he’s a sensitive bby.

He was all over you from the start of the evening, squeezing your ass as you walked through the park, looking at your prominent cleavage with dark, hungry eyes, pulling you in for several open-mouthed kiss at rather inopportune times, and licking his lips with all the inconspicuousness of a bright orange traffic cone.

But he simply couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was the messy bun you tied your hair in, and the wispy strands of hair that so delicately cascaded around your face and onto your neck.

Maybe it was the almost sinfully short mini-dress, soft to the touch of its velvet, baby pink fabric, and cinched waist that perfectly highlighted your luscious curves. Could it have been how the dress was backless, with criss-cross straps hovering over your exposed back? Surely that had something to do with it, since he’d never seen you in such a garment.

Oh, but then there was the perfume… That sweet blend of honeysuckle and gardenia, with just a hint of orange. Of course, Murphy had no idea what sweet aromas had been blended together to create such a harmony of exquisite scents radiating from your soft skin, but he knew he liked it, whatever it was.

He couldn’t even bring himself to think about the heels, the strappy black kitten heels that made you almost as tall as him, and made your legs look somehow longer and more delicious than he thought before.

How he wouldn’t mind taking off those heels and licking up your leg until he reached that soft, warm sweetness which had given him the most pleasure he’d ever felt in his life. No matter how many times he’d fucked you before, he’d only felt his desire for you getting stronger and stronger by the hour, and the incessant burning in his cock was enough to light his loose-fitting jeans on fire.

“Stay with me tonight, huh?” he panted between kisses, holding you tight against the brick wall in the alley between his building and whatever other housing development was next door. Though you still had on your panties, your entire core was exposed now, as he’d somehow lifted up your dress until he could fondle you without any unwanted distractions from the fabric. “Save on the cab… Let me fuck ya real good again, just how you like.”

You swallowed his spit and moaned into his mouth, deliriously searching for the words to bring you out of his embrace. “We can’t,” you said, brushing his dark hair back to straighten it from your rustling. “Connor’s there.”

He tilted his head in amusement. “So?”

You laughed and hit his shoulder in faux offense, then proceeded to lower your dress until it covered you again. “So… I’m not having sex with you while your brother’s three feet away, not even if you had a partition. We should go to my place, Murph… At least there’s a wall between me and my roommate.”

“Nah,” he said, raising his arm to the wall above you to lean over your lips. “This stiffy’s not gonna last all the way to the other side of town… I need you now, lass.”

Murphy tore you away from the wall and pulled you against him until there was certainly no room for the Holy Spirit.

“Mmm,” you hummed against his lips as he led you towards the door of the building. “But what about Connor?” you asked.

He smirked and threw open the door with his free hand as the other one continued lifting up your dress.

“He’s probably asleep,” he said. “Once he’s out he’s out like a light. He won’t be a bother.”

By the time you got to the elevator, your dress was almost completely pulled up again, and Murphy’s hair was going in every possible direction, its short, dark strands adorably messy from your hands running through it in excitement and passion.

When you reached the fifth floor, he hoisted you up in his arms, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist in a slight panic that he would drop you.

“Murphy!” you giggled, though there was a worry to your voice. “Don’t you drop me, you klutz.”

“I’m not a klutz!” he protested as he peered over your shoulder to make sure he was going the right way towards his apartment.

Ever since he accidentally tripped while walking down the street in downtown Boston with you, getting a bloody nose and a big bruise on his forehead, you would never let him live it down.

“Sure,” you teased as you trailed your hands up and down his back. “You’re adorable.”

“Shut it.”

He grunted in frustration as he fumbled with the keys, still trying to hold you up. Finally, with a triumphant “aha!”, he bolted in through the door, bouncing you up and down with his skipping body.

“Shhh!” you said as he laid you down on his bed, which was more or less just a mattress thrown lazily onto the ground, with a few pillows and no sheets to speak of.

You immediately looked over at Connor’s bed, and noticed the soft sound of his snoring.

“Oh, thank God,” you huffed, and looked back up to see Murphy already stripping himself of his pants, having already removed his shirt while you weren’t looking.

“Told ya he’d be asleep, love,” he whispered as he hopped out of his jeans. “Just you and me.”

Suddenly even more aroused, now with the sight of Murphy’s beautiful naked body before you, you reached down to the hem of your dress to pull it up and off of you, then pulled your hair out of your bun to rapidly shake out the frizzy strands.

“Come here, sexy.”

He smirked at the phrase, then kneeled down on the bed to grab your panties and remove them from your body. Immediately, he spread you out and suctioned his lips to your pussy, causing you to jolt in surprise and yelp at the sudden feeling of his wiggling tongue moving up and down your slit.

“Murphy!” you shouted wildly. “Oh, yes!”

You threw your hands forward to lace through his hair, and jolted up and down almost uncontrollably as he licked your clit in rapid circles.

He kept tonguing at you, moving his head side to side and dragging his tongue every which way, gathering up your taste when his tongue lapped at your dripping wet entrance.

“Mmm, baby… That feels so good.”

You pawed your own breasts as you leaned forward to look at Murphy’s enthusiastic tongue, lapping up every inch of your throbbing, tingling pussy.

You grabbed his hair tighter now, clenching your teeth and trying not to moan too loudly again, as you’d noticed Connor stirring a little out of the corner of your eye.

“F-fuck,” you huffed through your teeth. “God… Yes.”

His face was buried into you now as you kept thrusting upwards to feel more pressure on your clit, and the tightening became stronger with each movement of his loving tongue.

His hands grasped at your hips, holding them tight as he sucked and licked sloppily, while you felt the familiar pulsing of your approaching orgasm.

“Oh, Murphy!” you sighed, clutching onto his shoulders and using the leverage to buck into his mouth even more. “You’re gonna make me come!”

It was so close, that high you’d been climbing towards the past several minutes, and the closer you got, the more your senses became dull and your moans raised in volume, becoming nonstop with every hard thrust against his face.

“Yes! Yes! Oh—”

Just then, Murphy pulled his tongue away, and turned his head to yell something you couldn’t even register as you writhed in frustration and pleasure on the bed, still so close to your orgasm, but unable to reach it without Murphy giving it to you.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled at his brother, who’d just flicked on the tiny TV sitting across the room on the floor. “Turn that shit off, ye eejit! Can’t ya see I’m in the middle of somethin’?!”

You flinched and pulled your legs up and under the covers, then wrapped your arms over your breasts.

“Murphy!” you yelled to him, unsure of what else to do in all your confusion, and frustration at the feeling of your pussy still throbbing and begging for attention.

Connor, now awake and munching on some chips, didn’t even move his eyes from the television.

“How are ya, lass?” he asked from the corner of his mouth, quirked in amusement at the late-night cartoons on the television. “Don’t mind me. Go on.”

Murphy tossed a stray pillow towards Connor, and you just looked at him in awe, wondering how he could stand buck-naked, and fully erect, in front of his brother.

“Yeah, right!” he yelled. “Get the hell out of here! She doesn’t want ya in here, you pervert!”

Connor leaned up and threw the pillow back at Murphy, knocking him down onto the bed beside you.

“I was here first!” replied Connor.

Feeling Murphy’s body by yours, and looking down at his bare, taut ass, you didn’t care if he was still engaged in a fight with his brother, who would no doubt be watching, you needed him to finish the job.

You maneuvered yourself underneath him as he carried on exchanging curse words with his twin, then pulled his face down and away from Connor, kissing him roughly as you pawed at his cock and led it to your slit.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled against his lips, which quickly adjusted to you. “I don’t even care anymore. Just fuck me… Right now.”

He nodded and dragged his hand down to his cock, then moved the tip up and down your slit until you writhed and moaned in frustration, bucking up into him with desperation as your orgasm began to rise again from the pressure.

“Oh, Murphy!” you gasped at the feeling of his cock on your clit. “Fuck me! Now!”

You heard Connor laugh in the distance, and the slam of the mini-fridge door. “You better fuck ‘er, Murph,” he mumbled with cold pizza in his mouth. “I’ll do it if you don’t.”

“Shut the fuck up!” cried Murphy, with a slight whimper at the end of his voice, as he himself was much too turned on to speak in a very straightforward tone.

In frustration and impatience, you tugged on Murphy’s ass, forcing his pelvis deeper against yours.

“I need your cock,” you huffed, rubbing his back and his ass with demanding fervor.

Murphy finally obliged, no longer able to keep himself from you. He plunged his cock into you, sinking against you and letting out a deep groan of pleasure into the crook of your neck.

You moaned, too, throwing your head back and arching your back in pleasure all the while.

“Mmm, yes, Murphy!”

His cock filled you so perfectly, snaking through you and beginning to hit your g-spot at the perfect angle.

As he started pumping himself inside of you, thrusting back and forth, he lowered his head to suck on your nipples, causing you to twitch a little in surprise when his teeth grazed the sensitive tissue.

Connor craned his head, watching in combined amusement and curiosity at the event.

“Aw, you can do better than that!” he said, judging Murphy’s hip movements. “Put your back into it, man!”

Murphy groaned against your breast and let go of it with a “pop,” raising his head to yell at Connor, all while still thrusting into you, now with much more aggression and speed.

“I know what I’m doin’!” he yelled, and you just threw your head back again, gripping his shoulders for dear life as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to bliss. “She’s my girlfriend!”

“Murphy!” you cried out in annoyance and pleasure. “Fuck me!”

“He is fuckin’ ye, lass. Well, he’s trying.”

“Shut up!” you yelled at him.

In your frustrated state, you began moving wildly underneath him, trying to grind yourself at the exact right angle to stimulate your throbbing clit.

As he pumped into you, he noticed your frantic movements, and tried to steady you a little, wrapping your legs tighter around his torso and kissing you to keep you a little more stable, but you couldn’t help it. You were desperate for an orgasm, begging his body to allow you one.

“Calm down, mo mhuirnín,” he said softly into your ear, holding you by your hips as he penetrated you, deeper and deeper. “I got ya. Nice and deep.”

“Mmm,” you groaned as he kissed your cheek, and you wriggled even more uncontrollably. “Ooo, Murphy…”

“She’s goin’ crazy!” laughed Connor. “I know his cock isn’t that good, lass. Mine’s bigger. Know for a fact.”

Murphy groaned and tossed another pillow towards Connor. “Is not!” he yelled, panting and still humping you the best he could while arguing. “She loves my cock, don’t ya, sweetheart?”

“Murphy!” you yelled in frustration, and thrusted yourself up wildly now, causing him to nearly fall off the bed.

“Whoa!” he yelped.

“You all right, love?” asked Connor. “You need a real man to please you? I’ll take seconds, if you don’t mind, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you!” bellowed Murphy.

It must’ve looked like you were having a seizure, but really you’d just missed your orgasm, and now you were desperately trying to get it back.

Murphy leaned up and looked at you curiously, then panicked a little when you arched your back and bucked up into him with such force he almost lost his balance on top of you.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled, with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

In an attempt to stabilize you, and to get himself situated again, he held you down by your stomach, pressing down his hand and returning to thrusting when you became still for a brief moment, the pressure of his hand bringing you a kind of pleasure you hadn’t felt before.

The pinnacle of your orgasm shattered, spilling all around you and causing you to moan and groan in pleasure from the myriad of jolts going through you. Your pussy clenched around Murphy’s cock, resulting in him becoming a moaning mess, too, until Connor’s nagging voice became drowned out.

“Ohhh, Murph,” you laughed, twirling your arms above your head and biting your lip in satisfaction.

He smiled down at you deliriously, that adorable, crooked smile he always had when he looked at you, like he was both bashful and confident at once.

Beginning to move faster again, he positioned himself to reach his own high, shoving his knees under your thighs and sinking onto you, tonguing at your mouth and soaking you with his saliva.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, making an effort for Connor not to hear, though he did.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” he groaned. “Get on with it, Murph!”

Murphy peeled his lips from you for a moment, ready to scold his brother, but you pulled him back by his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eye as he penetrated you.

“Ignore him,” you said. “Focus on me… Feel. Feel this soaking wet pussy. Come on, baby. Come for me.”

He nodded, closing his eyes and straining himself to ignore Connor, all while pumping himself harder and harder into you, his cock passing through those warm, soft walls, which you purposefully clenched around his length.

“Aw, fuck,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “I’m close.”

“Thank God,” said Connor.

His hips made one last hard thrust into your hilt, and that was enough. You sighed and giggled at the feeling of his hot cum coating your pussy, spraying in streams as he kept bucking his hips, getting every last drop out of him.

“Ahhh,” he moaned in satisfaction against your neck, which he kissed and tongued at all the while. “That’s good… You like that cock comin’ inside you?”

You nuzzled your nose into his short, messy crop of hair, and kissed his head in appreciation as the last twitches of his cock subsided, leaving behind the warmth of his flaccid length snuggled up inside of you.

“I love it,” you sighed. “And when you did that thing with your hand on my belly…”

He furrowed his brow and smiled at you in blissful confusion. “What thing?”

“You pressed on my belly!” you laughed as you traced his adorable facial structure with your finger, paying extra attention to his prominent cheekbones. “I don’t know why, but it felt so good, baby.”

He smiled sweetly as he mimicked your actions, tracing the delicate curves of your face with his finger while his hazy bedroom eyes were transfixed on your still quivering lips.

“So, I make ya feel good?”

“Of course you do.”

“And you love my cock?”

You rolled your eyes, realizing this was some kind of competition.

You couldn’t say anything before, out of the corner of your eye, Connor jumped up, completely naked and pulling Murphy off you.

“Look here, lass,” he said, fighting with Murphy as he tried to stand beside him at the end of the bed.

You covered yourself again, bringing Murphy’s sheets up and over your body to retain some shred of dignity.

“Who’s got the bigger cock?” he asked, looking between his and Murphy’s now flaccid penises. “And don’t be afraid to tell the truth. He’ll still love ya.”

You looked between them with wide eyes, questioning Murphy, who seemed to be curious of your answer as he no longer fought back.

“Oh, don’t ask me that,” you said, trying to look at Connor’s face rather than his genitalia. “It’s bad enough we had sex in front of you. Can’t we just forget the whole thing?”

“What?” asked Murphy. “You think his is bigger?”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “I mean, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Ha!” exclaimed Connor. “Mine’s bigger! I told you.”

“I didn’t say that!”

Murphy frowned at you, genuinely a little saddened.

“Oh, Murphy,” you cooed, smiling a little at his adorably pouty face. “They’re the same size!”

“No!” both twins exclaimed.

You shook your head. “All right, get me some measuring tape, then. Make it accurate.”

The twins looked at each other, both biting their lips and seemingly hesitant about the idea.

“Nah,” they both said.

“Let’s call it even,” said Connor.

You sighed, and held your hand out to censor Connor’s privates from your view. “Now could you please go to bed? This situation is already weird enough.”

“Nonsense,” said Connor, grinning as he rested his elbow on Murphy’s shoulder, who quickly pushed him off and launched himself back into bed next to you. “Nothin’ weird about it, and ya know, if you ever want another MacManus in your pus—I mean, uh… life, or both of us at the same time, I’d be willing to negotiate—”

Murphy protectively wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, then pointed sternly at Connor.

“Don’t even think about it, perv,” he said. “I’m not sharin’ her.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, trying to forget about the whole thing. “L-let’s go to sleep.”

Connor fell asleep almost immediately, giving you much relief when you realized you could be alone with Murphy again, who was only dozing off.

“Murphy, baby?”

You felt his arm snake tighter around you, and his lips kissed your shoulder briefly.

“Hm?”

“Next time, we’re having sex at my place.”

~

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[vanderlustwords]

What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

Count: ~2.3k

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

[skepticalarrie]

hey Allie, hope youre well.

i have just recently re joined the fandom, i left in 2016 after freddie was born (didnt un larrie or anything but the hatred you would get for beliving louis isnt a dad was so getting too much) and ive recently come back and im still seeing people doubt bbg? like if they were there to see everything in real fucking time it wouldnt be as doubted, even some larries think L is a dad!

if they were there in real time they would of seen louis throwing a fucking doll-that very clearly looked like a doll- off stage saying "its not real, its a fake baby" x3 times just a few months before the first article drop.

in real time they would of seen harry put of balloon under his shirt, always, during "Little white lies"

in real time they would of seen the fucking tension between Larry, right after he signed his fucking life to Sony. even though they were still serenading each other and fonding.

in real time they of seen anas fucking tweets about where louis was gonna be, then coincidently him being linked too many girls, but strangely only Brianna's fucking name was mentioned.

in real time they would of seen louis' family and friends being dead fucking silent.

again, in real time the first fucking person to acc confirm these rumors was of fucking course SC.

in real time would of seen how EVERYONE in that band, including louis who was a "buzzing dad to be" looked like they wanted to literally shoot them self's. Again, harry who loves fucking kids looked like he would of rather jumped in front of a fucking on going traffic then hear that kid being brought up on on GMA.

in real time would of seen how during all of this the rbbs were happening and signaling to being in the closet, and shading bbg.

in real time would of seen the fucking memes from the gp,fans and even some celebrities taking the absolute piss out of the whole thing, but the "buzzing dad to be" said fuck all about people taking the piss out of his unborn son.

in real time the would of seen her belly disappearing and fucking changing shape on the daily, stealing pictures of Amber.

(this doesn't fit into the tl correctly but oh well) in real time would of seen how they announced this preg WAY too ealry, even jay (bless her soul rip) didn't announce her pregnancy untill 5 months in, bearing in mind that info was leaked w out permission, cuz they know it puts the women in a vulnerable situation.

in real time would of seen how louis just didn't know the birth of his own son and using the wrong date.

OH also how after his kid was born all he did was walk around with him in a pushchair for the pap then piss off for a cig, also selling his house and moving across the world to hope his ex girlfriend would take him back.

and yeah you can read all the masterposts, watch all the interviews ect, but its not the same as actually experiencing it all and being there in real fucking time.

sorry this was so long lol it just pisses me offf,

x

YES, it pisses me off as well, anon…. It’s unbelievable the ability some people have to just brush off so many things like these that you mentioned just because they feel uncomfortable about it. Yes babygate is fucked up. No, no one likes to talk about it, no one wants to see the truth… but it’s right there. Not looking at it won’t make Freddie his son.