#this is how i feel when we talk about most things lmfao
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Youâve mentioned it a few times but Iâm actually really curious as to Aprilâs reaction toward them shit-talking Donnie? Particularly the first time, but in general, too, because the only thing resembling that is her pressing the boys about Donnie not acting off unless something is wrong. We (obviously) only really see the curse from Donnieâs perspective, very occasionally one of the boys mention their perspective, but nothing from the outsiders! Splinter makes me curious too, but he only had his accidental gaslighting scene, so đ«
the only indication that it was happening was that first phone call where she mentioned mikey saying some nasty things to her through text, and she was generally being very forgiving about it. "he was just venting" was probably something she attributed to MOST of their weird behavior about donnie, but i still think they held back around her at least a LITTLE because if it got too bad she would call it out. april wouldn't want to thought-police, and sometimes their complaints were more funny than they were harmful (oooh how she must regret laughing with them now, like donnie's undeniably who she's closest with out of the four but she doesn't take his shit so i could see her finding it funny and harmless... little does she know), but once they crossed a certain point she'd tell them they were just being vindictive and shitty. there's no way they haven't gone to her complaining about each other in the past, its inevitable that you're gonna have grievances when you live with someone and april's really the closest friend they've got, although she's not always up for putting up with it PFFT. i could also see her thinking they want advice, or giving solutions to their "problems" (because i think she'd find venting for the sake of it a little aggravating? very solution oriented person imo), and they straight up just lied to her and said they'd listen and then did nothing lmao.
really they all lead april and splinter on just like they did donnie, with all of their worst moves they planned around it and intentionally threw them off the trail. honestly when it came to things like that first phone call and the one on the rooftop, i could also see it as an intentional play to get april IN on it, although it didn't really. work lmfao, she could tell something was off, even if she didn't have reason to suspect the depth of it. i dont have reason to write from their POVs but they are both going through some shiiiit, they really got CONNED and they both feel so ashamed about it. they're doing what they can to rectify it now, but its causing a lot of self-doubt. i could see both of them being almost over-attentive after this is said and done. they both certainly feel like they were way too negligent.
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3 months with my partner today :-) â„
#made this a little bit before we started dating tbhhh#this is how i feel when we talk about most things lmfao#like bro bring it in you read my mind about [whatever topic] u get meee#anyway happy 3 months it's been fantastic â„â„â„â„â„#i can't wait for these months to keep on speeding by til the day i get to pick u up from the airport â„â„#personal stuff
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analyzing hermes, emet-selch, the ancients and ascians, how they're written, and the fandom's reaction to them be like hm. emet-selch's role in this fuckery is compounded by the fact that his backstory as a genocide survivor is incongruous with his ruling a huge genocidal colonialist world power in the present da [ANTISEMITISM BLAST]
#ffxiv#ffxiv hermes#emet-selch#i have Posts in Me to write up about the subject but like you can maybe immediately start connecting some dots here lmao#hermes and the ancients lie at the intersection of A Lot of Shit That is Very Important to Me#the vast majority of it having to do with gaslighting in various different forms#one of those posts is going into how his story reminds me eerily of what Questioning Things in an abusive evangelical environment is like#and how the fandom instantly jumping straight to OH SO YOU THINK THE ANCIENTS SHOULD HAVE BEEN GENOCIDED IS THAT IT#YOU THINK THEY SHOULD BE INFANTILIZED AND CIVILIZED BY THE SUPERIOR MORALS OF YOUR OWN CULTURE IS THAT IT#and start throwing around words like 'sympathizer'; if you say 'hermes was right about some shit actually'#'what we see of the ancients' society is full of inexcusably horrific shit which does not get a pass for ~different values~'#smacks strongly to me of evangelical crybullying in the name of Cultural Sensitivity#and how people use 'well it's not my business what other cultures think is right or wrong' as an excuse to throw up their hands and#disengage from actually learning about or supporting the people in those cultures who know and are working within it to fight bigotry#amazingly enough 'racism and misogyny and queerphobia are bad' is not an idea exclusive to western cultures lmfao#your job if you engage is to seek out those people--across the spectrum of opinions and relationships to their culture's issues!#they're not a monolith!--and spread that information; and listen to what they ask of you when they tell you what kind of help they need#but that's complicated; and takes time and care and thought and effort and connecting to marginalized people#talking over activists and victims of the societal issues they live with; and telling them they're the same as colonizers; is easy-peasy#like i cannot stress enough here that hermes Is an Ancient. He Lives Here. He Knows His Society and Thinks About It a Lot#He Wants to Salvage It and is Specifically Fucked Up About Feeling Like He Can't Trust People Around Him for Input#WoL doesn't barge in and start telling the ancients what's what; they find the person who Cares and back him up that he's not crazy or alon#anyway there's a lot here but it is uh. a Lot. the ways in which the game blends up christianity and judaism here.#including the fact that between the two; the default cultural values and dynamics align more with christian associations of Conformity#(the game is by japanese creators and i feel like that's A Factor too; but there are Eerily Accurate evangelical things going on here)#and people cape for the ones who are Most Evangelical about it + the one whose Compelling Aspects are all antisemitic as fuck tropes#whereas the brown guy who grapples with his faith and worldview; who questions and challenges and argues with others in his ethnoreligion#and tries to look for perspective and deeper meaning + Improve Society Somewhat; gets torn apart in the worst faith possible by the fandom#ffxivtag#warning: worm grass
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idk if i have the proper language to articulate this but the way people in fandom spaces use âwhiteâ as a means of leverage to make a point or win an argument is so incredibly frustrating. the constant positioning of white cishet men as opposed to women, when women can also be.... white, cis, and het? the framing of the most privileged man in the room in opposition to women, leaving out the fact that a white cishet woman is treated very differently to a queer woman of color. you can make an argument about sexism and misogyny without needing to bring race into it. if you do want to bring race into it, we need to have the conversation about how fandom also easily forgives and hand waves away white female characters who have been racist, while villainizing women of color who conflict with them.Â
#if you are not trying to have a conversation about race you do not need to specify white#bc what you're actually doing is compiling a list of privileged identities to put before 'man' so you feel more justified dunking on him#it's not helpful and frankly it's reductive of all the ways white women perpetuate racism and get let off the hook for it#the idea that racism isn't as bad when it comes from a woman#or that it's more palatable and can be more easily forgiven#is exactly why this shit is so insidious#the efforts to flatten all womens' experiences down to just 'women' while positioning them against the most privileged man in the room.....#hate to break it to y'all but i have very little in common w white women us both being women does nothing for me#bc these women will very rarely stray from upholding white supremacy to ACTUALLY fight for women#they'll fight for women just as long as it doesn't threaten their power which is their whiteness#and the thing you're so mad at people for doing to male characters is exactly what you do to white women#that is how woc feel about y'all lmfao#people always want to unpack sexism and misogyny but it's crickets when we want to talk about racism lol i wonder why#the silence is very telling is all i'll say#neha rambles
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-- Touch deprived boys
⧠or: touch- or not so touch deprived wind breaker boys ⧠featuring: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Umemiya Hajime, Hiragi Toma & Kaji Ren x gn!reader [separate] ⧠content: established relationship & fluff ⧠a/n: i dropped one suo fic and got busy the same week and fell ill the next week lmfao. hiragi may be a bit ooc - ya know when you know how the characters act and how they are in theory, but can't articulate that in your works? yeah. yeah. this is not proofread we post this without beta-reading like real men.
Sakura doesn't register the feeling at first. To be more precise, he doesn't know what the feeling is at all when it first appears.
I imagine Sakura having a significant other that's the polar opposite to him when it comes to physical touch - as in they would 100% at any given moment when they're together hold any part of Sakura that they come in contact with. (This boy cannot for the life of him shake off anyone he deems close away, grab his hand and lead him on and he will 100% complain the entire way, but he'll never shake off your hand)
Which means that ever since he did start to date you, he wouldn't even know the meaning of what touch deprivation even is - because not a day goes by when you're not touching him some part of him.
So when a day actually comes when you're not holding onto him, he feels genuinely put off. Something is wrong, but he can't put his finger on it. And oh boy does that clearly show on his face. Sakura is after all - an open book when it comes to his feelings.
He's moody, he doesn't snap and yell like usual - but he only mutters answers back whenever someone asks him something. Even to you - if anything, you would think he's mad at you. He's fidgeting with his hands, tugging at his sleeves and averting his gaze from you whenever you ask if he's okay.
He's an open book yeah, but he won't say a damn thing - pride and all.
It'll most likely be in a scenario where you're surrounded by more people than usual that you hold back a bit on showing affection. But still, you're mostly by his side, talking to him, handing him drinks and heck your shoulders brush against each other every time you laugh at something his classmate had said - you're that close to him.
And yet it feels wrong.
"Oh, Haruka your drink is empty. Want me to go grab another one?" you're not even waiting for an answer before you lean away from the wall behind you to head towards the refreshments table on the other side of the rooftop.
It's only when your presence once again leaves his side that Sakura springs into action, reaching out to barely grasp the fabric of your shirt to hold you slightly back. Puzzled, you turn around with a confused smile, only to be met with an equally confused, but frantic stare from your lover. "Everything okay, Haruka?" you ask again, ignoring the fact that Haruka's gaze is looking all over the place but at your own face.
"Y-yeah, why wouldn't it be?" although he says that, his hand is still grasping onto your shirt. A few seconds go by in silence before you feel a slight tug against them - and suddenly every dot in your confused brain starts to connect on his bizarre behaviour today.
Your eyes soften, and Sakura can hear your quiet chuckle when you turn around to face him, forcing his fingers to let go. But before he can ask what you're laughing about, he can feel himself being pulled into a hug, and he can feel your smile against his shoulders as you pat his back comfortably. "You're so cute, Haruka." he can hear you say through your quiet giggles.
You can hear a quiet "Shut upâŠ" from him, but you can feel the way his posture drastically softens under your hug. But before your duo-coloured lover could wrap his arms around your waist, you hear a low whistle coming from behind you. "Naaw, Sakura-kun was missing [Name]'s touch for the day."
And in an instant you're yanked (gently) away by an arms length with Sakura yelling profanities at a laughing Suo. Well at least he's back to normal.
Suo's never "deprived" per say of your touch - because he's the one initiating it 90% of the time.
He's already physically affectionate. He's usually seen having an arm around your waist when you're peering at something, holding your hand when the two of you go for a walk or leaning over you when you're standing still to rest his chin on top of your head (if you're shorter, if not he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck).
And while you don't mind (in fact often times you lean most of your weight on him if he's standing behind you once you feel his presence) Suo does want you to initiate contact once in a while.
But alas those feelings is rarely shown on his face, always sporting a neutral smile to any situation he's put in - no one can tell that he's a bit more troubled than usual.
But what kind of lover would you be, if you weren't able to spot these miniscule changes in Suo? When he now only briefly holds onto your waist to silently announce his presence beside you before retracting his arm back and when he waits for your fingers to graze against his own before he tangles them together?
You do notice, and Suo also knows you've noticed the slight difference in your otherwise normal habits. How you peer up at him a bit longer than usual when he decides to sit next to you in the library instead of behind you like he usually does so you can rest against him. But he only gives you a wide smile in return to your confused glance.
"You know-" you say with a start, seating yourself down on Suo's lap the moment he seats himself down properly on the tatami floor of his room, your lover only wrapping an arm around your back to make sure you don't topple over. "This is a very elaborate way to tell me you want me to initiate physical contact more often."
"Hmm? Whatever do you mean?" he feigns ignorance, merely tilting his head slightly to the side when you twirl your fingers around the tassels of his left earring whilst resting your head against his shoulder. "Why can't you just ask like any other person for a hug or something?" you question.
"That wouldn't be fun. I wanted to see if you loved the physical touch as much as me, after all." he says, and you raise your eyebrow in confusion, "Me not reciprocating your touches was not an answer?" you inquire, raising your head to stare at him, Suo only giving you a smile that seems a bit too mischievous back while shaking his head.
"Initiating and reciprocating are two different things, dear. Initiating takes a lot more courage after all." you only hum in return, resting your head back on his shoulder before taking a hold of his hand to toy with his fingers, bending the appendages while admiring how smooth his skin was - even with all the fighting he does. "I like it when you initiate contact first thoughâŠ" you murmur in the end. Suo, who had initially thought you had put the matter of his impromptu idea to the side hums in surprise at your quiet confession.
"Why?"
You shrug, deciding to intertwine your fingers together before resting them on your own lap, smiling softly at how Suo's thumb brush against the skin of your hand. "I don't know either. I just know that it's you whenever someone takes a hold of my hand, you do have the habit of grazing your fingers against mine before holding them after all. It's almost like your way of saying hello before we even make eye contact." you tell, "You always reach out for my hand first after all."
You're not staring at him, still busy looking at your clasped hands - but he still smiles down at your form, turning his head to press his lips on top of your head. "Well with such a sweet reason, who am I to not initiate it more then, hmm?"
He makes it known that he wants your touch before you can even tell he's deprived.
Which means he's never deprived, because when Umemiya feels that he needs a hug, he's making a beeline towards you to engulf you in his arms.
Which means there are two outcomes to this. If you're within his sights and he sees you as soon as he wants a hug, everything is A-OK! Umemiya gets his well needed hug to tackle the next set of duties and tasks he has set for himself for the next 3 hours.
If you're not in his arms within the next 10 minutes of him wanting a hug, he's going to talk to his plants like you've gone off to war and won't come back before the next year. Talking about how much he misses your presence, your favourite food, what kind of seed you would probably prefer, how he's found a new book that you love. At this point feel sorry for the person that has to sit through those 10 minutes of constant love declarations. (Hiragi)
And yes, Hiragi has you on speed dial because of this. It does not matter that you've recently been up on the rooftop spending time with him, it does not matter if you've just gone downtown to get some drinks - Hiragi does not get paid enough for this and he will personally escort you back to Bofurin's leader to make him shut up.
You better clear your schedule for the next hour because Umemiya will have you in his arms before making sure you're well fed and spend time with you. He doesn't necessarily have to constantly touch you then - if he can see you within his vision he's already beaming brighter than the sun in the sky.
"Hajime, you're about to squeeze my entire air supply out." you manage to wheeze out while laughing, Umemiya merely burying his face further into your hair while swinging you back and forth in the air.
"You could've told me that you were going to go shop for groceries for Kotoha! I would've helped." he exclaimed whilst putting your down on the ground again, though his arms were still snugly wrapped around your waist and still keeping you pressed against his front. Your own arms around his back when you noticed that he wouldn't budge from this position anytime soon.
"Last time you helped out, you crushed 2 dozens eggs remember? The townsfolk love you too much too, we would've needed more hands if you came along because of the amount of freebies they would give you. Besides she just wanted a few things and I was already out when she asked where I was, so it wasn't too much trouble to make another round through the town." you replied, stepping side to side while pushing yourself against Umemiya, a silent request for him to move backwards towards the wooden canopy so you both could sit down.
Once seated, you find yourself placed on top of Umemiya's lap with his arms still snugly wrapped around your waist, securing your body close to his own when you lean backwards to properly look at him while talking. At this point Umemiya has gone off tangent, eyes brimming with excitement over what had happened on the day you had mentioned the crushed eggs, only stopping his tangent when you bring a handkerchief up to his face to wipe away the dirt.
"⊠How long have you been in that position?" an exasperated gruff voice questions, and both you and Umemiya turn over to the entrance of the rooftop to see Hiragi leaning against the door.
"Hiragi! You want some water? Maybe some onigiri? Oh right, [Name] had also picked up some snacks!"
"It's been 15 minutes."
"Good grief, Umemiya, let [Name] go aleady, they're not your personal teddy bear."
Hiragi in general is not a physically affectionate person. He doesn't mind it, softens quite a bit when you grasp his hand whenever you join his group when they patrol the town and relaxes his posture while sinking further down the slope of the couch so that you can rest your head on his shoulder - even if the posture itself causes him a bit of discomfort after.
He's quite content just having you walk by his side - as long as he can see you from his peripheral vision or heck, just hear your voice speak from beside him or behind him, he's content.
He does however have his moments. Although it's incredibly hard to spot because Hiragi himself doesn't mind going days without getting a kiss even.
And even when you do initiate the first touch, he handles you like a porcelain doll - almost afraid you will break. You can hug him as tight as you can, he'll laugh and say he's not going to disappear anytime soon, but the hug you receive back is so gentle and full of love it almost brings you to tears alone.
Hiragi is aware of his position within Bofurin, and the fact that his name carries a lot of weight and is known beyond the town - as such he initiates the most contact when you're alone. And even that is a rare occurrence being that you're both busy most of the time.
As such, even though it's rare - Hiragi will show subtle signs that he wants to cradle you within his arms or hold your hand. A gentler gaze when he addresses you - a more carefree grin when you open your arms wide waiting for him to come to you, but even you can see the slight hesitation.
All in all, Hiragi is quite content and rarely gets touch deprived, but no one is immune to their lover asking for a quick hug, even when you yourself isn't much of a physically affectionate person.
"Can I have a hug? Please?" Hiragi blinks slowly in confusion, takes a look behind him before directing his attention to you. "⊠Did you have to ask me in a sketchy alleyway of all things?" he finally asks, which makes you laugh, hands still outstretched waiting for Hiragi to take the 2 steps to reach you.
"And here I thought I was going to get a lecture from dragging you away from patrolling." you say, now wriggling your fingers to emphasise your current need for a hug from your boyfriend. "Think of it like an energy boost for the day! I know you've been craving a hug from yours truly for a long time after all, it's been a while since your last recharge!" you add on, Hiragi quirking an eyebrow with a smile.
"You're keeping track of them now?" he scoffs, taking the two steps you desperately wanted him to take, reaching out his own hands to intertwine them with your own before holding onto your wrists to rest your arms on his shoulders. "Hehe, next time I should keep track on how many Gas-kun 10 you take." you can see the roll of his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist while you lock your own arms around his neck, rubbing your face into his neck to breathe in the faint hint of cologne he dons each day.
The arms wrapped around your waist tightens a bit more than usual, and you can feel the stiffness of Hiragi's form loosen "You're on your lunch break?" he asks softly, to which you nod against his neck, "Mhm, have to go back within 10 minutes if I don't want my teacher to give me an earful again." he hums, giving you one last squeeze before stepping back.
He only pinches your puffed out cheeks, "Don't give me that look, I'll come pick you up after school okay? I think Umemiya misses talking to you as well." Upon hearing that, your eyes brighten immediately before skipping past him out of the alleyway, "Promise to not be late?"
"When have I ever been?"
Another boy who does not know how to function when he's touch deprived! But unlike Sakura, he does know when he is indeed needing for some more cuddles than normal.
But he's awkward, he doesn't know how to actually go on about asking for hugs. Yes in his mind it's logical to just straight up ask you for a hug, or if you can just sit in front of him so he can lean his forehead on the nape of your neck and just breathe in your fragrance. Very easy to do!
Easier said than done. Especially when he's the type to not do anything before you give him permission - yes he's still scared of hurting you even though when he's around you, he's fully in control of his emotions and reactions. But there's always a lingering feeling, you know?
Still jumps in surprise at times when you graze your fingers against any exposed part of his skin, but once he sees it's you - best believe he's holding onto you till someone calls him out.
He's more prone to initiate more contact when you're alone, being that in public he's prone to get teased (whether that's voluntarily by his classmates or involuntarily by Umemiya's comments on how soft he's gotten)
So as a compromise to his awkward self when you're in public, you'll get random visits from Kaji numerous times a week - which is a silent request to just have you in his arms.
Kaji's attention is taken away from his phone when he feels your fingers graze against his chin. Glancing down, he cocks his head to the side while pushing his headphones down to rest on the nape of his neck. "What's up?" he inquires softly, you don't say anything at first - merely directing your fingers towards his cheeks to graze against his skin there.
"Weren't you supposed to patrol today?" you ask, bringing your other free hand to push Kaji's hand that's holding onto his phone to your eye level. "In around 15 minutes yeah, I just left earlier." he answers, his fingers that were absentmindedly stroking your head grazing a few stray strands away from your forehead.
"It already takes 10 minutes from Furin to my house though? Shouldn't you leave soon?" you point out, but instead of rising from his lap to let him get up from the floor, you merely roll to your side to bury your face against his stomach before becoming still - leaving Kaji with both arms in the air, waiting for you to move.
"If you let me go, that is." he finally says after a second of silence, he can feel your slight nod before you plant your hands beside him to heave yourself up from his lap. And in the blink of an eye, you're at eye level with Kaji - his breath hitching at the close proximity.
"Don't come back with too many bruises, alright?" you remind, before slotting your lips briefly over his own. As you lean back you pull his headphones snugly over his ears again, mouthing something that makes Kaji roll his eyes. "You still let me inside regardless, so that threat doesn't work anymore."
#wind breaker#wind breaker x reader#haruka sakura x reader#suo hayato x reader#ren kaji x reader#hiragi toma x reader#umemiya hajime x reader
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bother figures * fem!driver
being the designated baby sister of the grid by default is never as easy as you think it would be
pairings: alex albon x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver, george russell x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver
warnings: ugh annoying men
notes: this is hardly funny but like i've had to take inspiration from my bother-less life rn so i'm like rly going through it rn LMFAO and it's almost 5am here but as far as i'm concerned, it is night time somewhere so teCHNICALLY i'm not late to an update!
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in the almost empty room, she sits in the corner seat as she taps away on her phone a message to reply to her siblings' group chat. she had arrived early for the driver's briefing and decided to take solace in the corner with a cup of hot chocolate.
she was enjoying the peace and serenity with the soft chatter in the background as she tried to lock herself in for the race weekend. that was until she felt a presence looming behind her with an aura she couldn't possibly ignore.
she slowly lifts her head up with a mean glare. she turns her head and meets max's blue eyes and sly grin. "what'cha doin'?"
she puts her phone on her lap as a scowl replaces her dead expression. "what do you want?"
"what are you doing?"
"does it hurt you when you see me and like... not do anything to annoy me?"
"yes, actually. i like talking to you."
"i just wanted to talk to ciara."
"now you can talk to me."
"but i don't really feel like doing that."
"why not? i'm here in front of you and not behind a phone screen. where's ciara?" he looks around, then at her with a beaming smile. "oh, would you look at that? not here."
"because she isn't an f1 driver."
"still not here to talk to you and provide you the joys of interacting with somebody face to face."
"max."
"(y/n)."
"times like these i remember you've got a younger sister."
"what's that got to do with anything?"
"you've mastered the practice of being annoying growing up, obviously. you're such a pro at it."
"how can you say that?" max cries, hand on his chest to feign hurt over her words. "i'm not annoying. please take that back!"
"you realise you made me stop my conversation with my lovely sisters because you saw me sitting alone."
max reaches out and pinches her cheek, grinning when blood rushes to her cheeks. "you were just looking a little lonely. just wanted to make you feel a little accommodated to, that's all."
she stares at him, lips pressed together. "okay, that's actually pretty sweet. i kinda feel bad now.â
âand you should!â max frowns, folding his arms over his chest. he leans back into his seat and rests one leg over the other. âyouâre mean, you know?â
âiâm an oldest sister.â
âiâm an oldest brother.â
âi have three younger siblings that made me wanna shave my head bald.â
âthatâs kinda crazy.â
âi know,â she sighs tiredly. but she smiles slightly. âbut itâs kinda nice. with oscar and logan taking over those responsibilities growing up, we never had a moment of boredom at home.â
âcute!â max smiles. âif i lived with you growing up, you mightâve actually run away for good.â
âi could run away for good now if youâd like.â
âseb wouldnât like that.â
âyouâd have to deal with it. iâll leave a note on my teamâs fridge with your name on it.â
âyou need to put the reason underneath. if not, your team will think youâre just naming the most handsomest driver on the grid,â max shakes his head in disappointment. âdonât wanna give off the wrong idea, you know?â
âif you say âhandsomestâ, it doesnât need a âmostâ before it,â she says, lips parted slightly at the atrocious grammar. if thereâs one thing she canât stand, itâs most definitely the reigning world champion making simply grammar mistakes. âyou should get more sleep.â
âi do! i slept like 10 hours last night!â
âsomehow i find that hard to believe with the bags under your eyes.â
âwhat are you two bickering about?â a hand lands itself on the back of her chair. carlos stands next to her with one hand on his hip. âi could hear you from the hallways.â
âdamn, you should really keep it down, max,â she chuckles, sending him a shocked look before she clasps her hands together and rests it on her stomach. âyouâre too loud.â
âiâm sure he meant you. you like⊠swallowed a mic as a kid,â max scoffs. he looks up at carlos. âtell me she was louder than me.â
carlos sighs. âyou were loud on the same level, i believe.â
"see? i told you."
"you're moving in with logan?" alex's jaw drops, the tiktok video no his phone left to play on repeat as the younger girl dropped the news that logan's moving into her apartment. "mate, what?"
she looks up at him with a confused stare. "what?"
"i thought you said you didn't want people talking about you like that?" alex asks, raising an eyebrow. "people will definitely talk if you move in with a man."
she presses her lips together. "you've got a point, i suppose. but logan's my best friend. we've been talking about moving in together forever! since i was 15!"
"i'm just looking out for you, kid. you should really think this through," alex sighs as he slumps his shoulders. of course, he knows just how close she and logan are on a day-to-day basis. but people tend to be quite ruthless with women and he just can't see this going any other way. "you know how people are."
she sighs, shaking her head. "i don't know. i just don't think people would pay attention to that aspect of my life. i still deserve to make decisions that wouldn't be at risk of scrutiny, right?"
she takes a step forward towards alex. she hadn't exactly thought of the public implications that this would cause her. all she knew was that they'd talked about this for years and were ecstatic when logan shyly brought up their conversation from years ago.
"that's the basic that we all hope for," alex frowns. "but you know how people are. you've seen how they treat you just being here. imagine the chaos."
"maybe i'll just keep it under wraps and hope for the best," she suggests with a small smile on her face. "that could work, right? i don't wanna have to put down something i spent forever talking about."
"if you can keep it under wraps, i applaud you," alex smiles, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "and i thought you've had enough of men - why are you still moving in with one?"
"to save money, really," she smiles. "and with kidnapper and stubby at home... i think living with another person is best."
"but doesn't logan like dogs more?"
"yeah, but kidnapper's taken a very weird liking to him. he doesn't wanna admit, but i know logan really likes kidnapper a lot."
"typical logan, really."
"you'd be surprised how much feelings that loser's holding in."
"oh?" alex smiles mischievously. "tell me more?"
"nice try," she scoffs with an eye roll. "i'm not spilling the beans about logan's love life. that's lore you've got to unlock the longer you race with him. just hope he's feeling friendly enough to share, yes?"
"so true," alex frowns. "but what if he's not friendly enough? means you are my only source for material to piss him off with. so, 'fess up!"
"can't betray my best friend like that, i fear," she frowns. though, her smile grows slowly. "but i can be bribed."
a scowl carves her face as she stares at the roll-in whiteboard with pictures held up against it with sesame street magnets. she sinks into the plastic chair she's given and tilts her head at the men gathered around her.
"and that's why i think you should get the same car as me," lando says simply, recapping the marker in his hands. he turns to her with a proud smile after his presentation.
her lips part. "so that we can matchy and..."
"and fuel rumours," lando repeats. "i'm involved in too little drama this year. it's always 'no wins' this, and 'no podiums' that... i want more."
"that's not a very good argument," she answers slowly, confusion contorting her face that almost makes alex laugh. "i said that i want an easy car, not a supercar. i've made that clear to almost everyone on the grid, yes?"
"yeah, but like," lando whines, throwing his head back as he stomps a foot into the ground. "seriously? you can't do this one thing for me? i'm asking you a favour!"
"to spend big money on a supercar i have to drive like it's made of glass!" she laughs dryly, hands thrown in the air in disbelief. she looks around at the men that have forcefully pulled her out of her garage and put her in this private room, in this plastic chair when she could've been taking a power nap. "is this what i'm here for? you lot are trying to convince me to finally purchase a car?"
"as per logan's request," alex shrugs, sipping on his juice box. "he said you've been putting it off all year. the season's about to end."
"and you listened to that nonce?" she cries, pinching the bridge of her nose. "you guys are absolutely unbelievable. i can't believe i'm wasting my time here!"
george, sitting next to her with a picture in hand, points at the whiteboard timidly. "i really put in a lot of thought about a car you should get," he says softly, looking slightly disappointed that she's caught on a lot faster than they predicted. "can i at least show it to you? i don't have to present."
"aw, george," she sighs, shaking her head. "it's not another supercar, is it?"
"it's not, i promise!" he perks up with a small smile on his face. he turns to lando with a small scowl. "only lando did this presentation with his best interests in mind. alex and i took the task seriously - just hear us out!"
she looks between george and alex, contemplating if the brit is telling the truth. instead of getting up like she had initially planned, she leans back into her seat. "fine. if it's anything like lando's, i'm leaving immediately. i don't care who has yet to present."
"but this ferrari looks so pretty," charles frowns, turning the picture in his hand to show it to her. "it's matte black and all. i thought we could match."
"that is also a supercar."
"he's presenting last, so i really don't care what he says," george mutters, shoving lando away from the whiteboard. he picks up a big bird magnet and pastes his picture between lando and max's proposal. "so, i think you should get this super cute toyota car."
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wiping something off their lips (jaehyun ver.) đâïœĄËâïžïœĄâ
members: boynextdoor legal line x gender neutral reader
genre: fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!
wc:Â 1.6k
a/n: this was supposed to be 600 words... something insane happened in my brain and i churned out 1.6k in an hour. let me know if you liked this <3
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as the #1 messiest eater in boynextdoor, this scenario is most likely to happen to him⊠have you seen the multiple videos of riwoo wiping food off his lips⊠also aside from being #1 messiest eater he is also #1 babiest baby boy of boynextdoor.
when youïżœïżœre both walking along the streets of seoul and spot a vendor selling cream-filled pastries, jaehyun rushes forward to purchase twoâone for him, and one for you. heâs so excited that he gobbles down his pastry and makes an entire mess. thereâs cream all over his lips, and he looks like one of those happy babies with food smeared all over their mouth (although not to that extent⊠but almost lmfao)!!! he doesnât notice the mess heâs made until you grip his chin and tell him to âstay still.â you pull out a wet wipe from your bag and carefully dab at his lips.Â
with your eyes still trained on his mouth, jaehyun takes this moment to stare at you. heâs always known you were pretty, but something about you being this near him is making him feel utterly lightheaded. your perfume is sweet and comforting, and your fingers on his lips feel so gentle. whether it be your scent or your voice or your presence, he likes everything about you⊠wait, like?
âall done! you gotta be more careful next time,â you lament, disposing the wipe in a nearby trashcan. âanyway, those creampuffs were the best thing iâve ever tasted since the tiramisu we ate last monthâŠâ at his lack of response, you realize jaehyunâs not walking beside you, and you swivel around to see him standing stock still in the middle of the street. his expression looks like heâs come to some sort of realization. âjaehyun?â you bound over to him and wave your hand in front of his face, and he snaps out of his little daze.
âyeah? no, yeah, sorry, i just⊠letâs go,â jaehyun starts walking, and you trail after him, confused. what was that about?
âso i actually like like them,â jaehyun announces back at the dorm. âi thought it was normal that i found them cute and everything, because anyone with eyes can see that! i didnât think that it was deeper than that. but i realized that it wasnât just about their looks⊠i just. really enjoy their presence and how i can be myself in front of them, like, really myself you know???â taesan and leehan share a look before shaking their heads in unison. âhey!â jaehyun protests. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âwe know,â taesan bemoans. âyou talk about them your every waking moment, and whenever you spend time with us, you always talk about how you wish they were here.â
âtaesanâs right,â leehan adds. âyou look at them like they hung the stars. i think itâs obvious to everyone except you, honestly. and them too, because they think you flirt like that with everyone.â
jaehyun groans in response, messing up his hair in frustration. âso⊠what am i gonna do? itâs not like they like me back. this is driving me crazy... how am i supposed to act around them now that i know i like them?!â his friends share another look. âdonât do that!â
âcalm down, jaehyun.â leehan comfortingly pats his friend on the shoulder. âwhy donât you treat them as a friend first while youâre unsure about what to do next? after all, you like them as a friend too. iâm sure your dynamic wouldnât change that quickly.â jaehyun nods in agreement, swearing to do exactly that.
taesan laughs at this. âwell, i think jaehyunâs going to fuck this up by being very awkward and obvious.âÂ
leehan shoots taesan a glare. âdonât mind him, jaehyun. weâre both on your side.â taesan huffs but doesnât disagree. okay, jaehyun. just be normal. how difficult can it be?Â
it proves to be extremely difficult, actually. the next time you hang out together, jaehyun thinks everything is going well, and both of you are talking and laughing like normal. half an hour later, you and jaehyun are snacking on bunggeopang on the side of the road. the streets are empty today save for a few high school students milling about. jaehyun, unaware of how messy an eater he is, is too enthusiastic about his pastry. heâs gesticulating wildly, reenacting a funny story that happened to him days ago, and doesnât notice until you firmly grip his chin between your fingers. âjaehyun, stop moving for a second.â oh fuck. be normal, be normal, be normalâŠ
expecting to feel cool cloth on his face, jaehyun all but freezes when you use your thumb instead to wipe off the pastry filling on the corner of his mouth. oh god. oh fuck. oh fuck fuck fucking god fuckity fuck fuck. âsorry, donât have wipes with me this time,â your tone is regretful. jaehyun feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. he attempts to wriggle out of your hold, but you grip him even harder. âstay, jaehyun.â oh god, that made me feel some sort of way. fuck, wait! be normal, be normal, donât say anything⊠âiâm not done. thereâs still some on yourâŠâÂ
to make it worse (or better, jaehyun canât tell at this point), you trail your thumb over his bottom lip several times, nodding when youâre sure there are no more smears. âthere! all clean,â you declare, finally letting go of jaehyun. he feels his knees go weak as you suck your thumb into your mouth, releasing it with a pop. youâre wearing a very pretty lip gloss. oh fuck. âooh, custard filling, my favorite! i should have gotten that flavor⊠maybe next time,â you sigh forlornly. âanyway, jaehyun, should we get going?â
âuhhhhhhhhhhh,â is the only thing jaehyun can respond with. his brain is malfunctioning and he canât do words anymore. âuhhhhhhhhhhh.âÂ
you frown in concern and put a hand on his shoulder. âjaehyun? is something wrong-â
jaehyun canât do this anymore. âilikeyousomuchihaveacrushonyou,â he blurts out all in one breath, hiding his face in his hands out of mortification. âiâm sorry. i thought i could pretend and act like things were normal between us, but ever since you wiped my mouth last week and you were so close to me, i couldnât stop thinking about you. and how i feel so nervous around you now that my heart is just going insane. i just had to be honest with you, i donât think i can keep it a secret. i tried but i failed and. i. iâŠâÂ
at your lack of response, jaehyun peeks at you through his fingers. youâre stone-still, and he canât tell what youâre thinking. oh fuck. he suddenly recalls his promise with leehan and taesan to treat you as a friend first and realizes how badly heâs fucked up. a fresh wave of fear overcomes him, not just at the thought of you rejecting him, but at the notion of losing your friendship. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckâŠÂ
jaehyunâs trying his best not to cry, but he feels so miserable. âiâm sorry, you can ignore that, i donât want to lose our friendship, i promise that i wonât let my feelings affect our friendship, please, i still want us to be friends.â maybe if he rambles long enough, he thinks, he can suppress the impulse to wail like a little child.Â
âwait, jaehyun, i⊠you like like me?â he nods. âlike, more than friends?â he nods again. âlike⊠romantically?â
âyeah,â jaehyun lets out an exhale. ââm sorry i confessed all of a sudden. i just. couldnât keep it in anymore. i just have all these feelings for you that i didnât know where to put them. but i swear,â he pleads, âwe donât have to talk about this. we can just move on from this and i wonât bother you with my feelings ever again. i, i really care for you and still want to be your friendâŠâÂ
âwhat ifâŠâ you whisper, âi donât want to?âÂ
jaehyunâs face falls, and it takes everything in him not to sob. heâs never even considered the possibility you might not want to be friends anymore. âoh. i. i mean thatâs totally understandable. i respect that, yeah. i must have made you uncomfortable. iâm sorry. i wonât bother you anymore.â donât cry in front of them, jaehyun, donât cryâŠ
but before jaehyun can turn to leave, you grip his hand tightly so he canât escape.âno, jaehyun. i mean⊠what if i didnât want to move on? what if⊠i want us to be more than friends too?âÂ
jaehyun canât believe what heâs hearing. âwait. are you serious?â a feeling akin to hope blooms inside him.Â
you nod, your expression growing shyer by the minute. âyouâre always so kind and attentive to me. you listen to me whether iâm feeling good or shitty, and you never mock me. and⊠youâre also really cute,â you giggle. âi honestly thought you saw me as a friend because you flirt with literally everyone⊠until you confessed, now. i really like you too, jaehyun, if youâll have meâŠ?â you still havenât let go of his hand, and youâre idly playing with his fingers while waiting for his response.Â
âOH MY GOD YES! i mean, yes! me too! please! i would. like. yes. i want. to be your boyfriend, oh my god, sorry, i keep stumbling over my words like an idiot,â jaehyun babbles. he feels his hand grow sweaty with nerves and tries to twist out of your grasp. instead, you beam, pull him in with your intertwined hands, and peck his cheek. oh my god, they just kissed me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
âwell⊠at least you can be my idiot. now letâs go!â you donât let go of his hand, and jaehyun has a dopey, lovestruck grin on his face all the way back.
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Hi tumblr user Zan0tix, I have to say that I love that you draw Jake as big and hairy AND fem. It's such a rare combination outside of mean-spirited caricatures, every time I see your Jake I get a big smile on my face. :)
Hi tumblr user HermitCyclop ^u^ here is a jake drawing for you đ«¶
The transmisogynistic demonisation of these features is so maddening!!! I agree! Im glad that the intent (appreciating these features) of my jake design reaches you c:
GOING TO PUT IT UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. But jake english gender meta because i think about it Too Much and am taking this as an excuse to infodump abt it. đ
The alpha kids and their specific defiance of both homestucks gendered narrative AND real life societal expectations are so fun to think about to me!! but since we are talking about jake, his specific defiance of both homestucks models of masculinity and femininity in the context of his queerness is like the reason he is my fav character.
He props himself up that he wants to be the adventure "hero" in the homestuck sense (the hardheaded blue femme fatale) and the western media sense (the hardheaded action man) yet whenever pressed to actually act on what he says he always refuses or obfuscates. Because really what he wants is to just be himself! I really love the alpha kids because they all just want to be Themselves, not be restricted and defined by what is expected of them, (all the characters have this but the alphas particularly really hammer this home for me)
The heavy emphasis on their beta selves, the heteronormative archetypes they embodied and what went wrong in their lives that manifest as fears in their alpha selves... im always thinking about it. How differently society affects queer ppls choices in life and then the fact that they all get a second chance and getting to watch them live out that second chance and realize their queerness and them all caring so much abt eachother and wanting to aspire to be better FOR the ones they love!!!!!! it always tugs at my heart strings to ponderđąđą
IM SO GOOD AT GOING ON TANGENTS MY BAD but basically. The alpha kids explicit queerness and how despite the comic itself protesting, they are all shown to be deserving of love (of all kinds) And as a person who super heavily relates to jake, his experience with his own identity (and dirks unending adoration and love for him and likewise jakes belief and admiration of dirk) serves to me as a reminder that yknow! We are all worthy of love!! Even if we dont think ourselves to be (this is just the message of shrek.) and there is always hope to be found in things improving!!!!
But in a text thats explicitly queer and not shy about letting its queer characters do wrong in realistic ways i think this message is incredibly powerful and certainly one of the best things about the comic in my eyes. And i love embracing that in my art of the characters! Drawing queer (but here specifically trans) characters all getting to be proud of themselves and their appearances makes me feel proud of myself alongside them and I think its wonderful to be able appreciate other trans peoples experiences and looks through it too!!
I specifically in homestuck fandom dont really see anybody but twinks (usually dirk or eridan LMFAO) portrayed to be fem in any manner đą when jake is the most explicitly feminine man in the comic. (I think the transmisogyny thats kind of rampant in this fandom means people dont want to consider those outside conventional attractiveness being feminine or transfem identities outside binary transwomen if even thatđđ) I am being the change i wana see in the world đ The amount of transfem fat gay bear jake in the world increases by one every time i post
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Can you please write dumb/cute/random things BTS members will do while they are crushing on reader?
Sorry this took me 10000 years <3 but here we go :)
NAMJOON:
Heâll be in his head a lot, zoning out, thinking about you constantly. I see him walking through parks trying to clear his head from thoughts of you.
I also see him writing songs or poems about you. This crush definitely helps motivate him!
Heâll purposefully listen to songs or read books/poems that remind you of him
He will listen to songs and make up scenarios in his head
Lmfao heâll like randomly blush or chuckle when he thinks about you doing something cute.
Jealous
Will send you recommendations like books, songs, shows etc. And will get into anything youâre into
Giggles a lot
Becomes quite shy from time to time
Constantly checking his phone to see if you messaged, and whether you do or not will affect his mood
JIN:
Heâs awkward as hell and will make stupid (still funny ofc) jokes to try and mask the awkwardness
He will try to be as casual as possible
In his head a lot. And overthinks every little thing he says. Will often be embarrassed by it
I can see him coming up with things to say (jokes too) for the next time heâs around you
Will constantly turn red every time heâs around you and will get defensive when you notice
He will come up with random excuses to see you.
Heâs constantly bringing you up in conversations and will get defensive when someone mentions it
I can see him talking to himself about you. Heâs stressed and will express that out loud to himself when heâs alone.
YOONGI:
To be honest I donât see the crush lasting long because heâll be direct and confess quite soon after he figures out his feelings
He will lowkey get into anything you like. Like if you mentioned a show you watch heâs gonna definitely check it out. Oh you said you like this snack? Yh heâs gonna try that too
Will find ways to distract himself, more so with his work
This crush makes him feel uncomfortable. He gets butterflies which he isnât used to and he is all of a sudden shy around you. He hates it
Finds himself fidgeting whilst around you
Jealous
Zoning out and in his head a lot.
Constantly checking his phone to see if you messaged. And he hates it. He scolds himself when he catches himself doing it. And will then try to distract himself with his work.
HOBI:
Very nervous and giggly around you
Heâs taking this to his grave btw. Heâs not telling you about his crush unless you figure it out yourself
Heâll point out things that remind him of you. âAh y/n loves thatâ
Constantly asking about you
Will have his cameraroll filled with random pictures/ videos of you
He will insist on getting his nails done to match yours
Will steal glances at you and then get embarrassed about it
Heâs bringing you up in every conversation. Sometimes he doesnât even realise it
He will ask for your opinion a lot
He will pick up on the little things you do and will mimick you. Most of the time mindlessly but also to make fun of you
JIMIN:
Finds stupid excuses to touch you
Again heâs in his head a LOT! He canât stop thinking about you
He will pick up on the little things you do and will mimic you. He does this to tease you.
He has a habit of staring at your lips when youâre talking to him
Jealous and he hates the feeling. Youâre driving him crazy!
I feel like he will try to make you jealous now and then. But will soon realise that what heâs doing is stupid
Will take random candid pics of you
Catches himself staring at you a lot and will then get shy and blush about it
He will ask for your opinion about most things
Fidgeting when youâre around
TAEHYUNG:
Will 100% talk to yeontan about you. Like I can see him laying in bed stoking yeontan while rambling about you and sighing LFMAOO
He will completely show how he feels. 100% forward and bold. Yâall might as well be together because heâs already acting like your man
Heâll be very clingy and needy.
JEALOUS. He will probably throw up and faint if he sees you talking to someone else
Stalking your socials & 100% has no shame about it
Texts/facetimes/calls you constantly. Not to the point where itâs overbearing but whenever heâs free he will reach you.
He has a habit of biting his lower lip when heâs around you
JUNGKOOK:
This crush is taking over his life. Heâs obsessed and is constantly thinking about you. Itâs driving him crazy.
Biggest simp
Will occasionally rub his stomach because he feels butterflies when he thinks about you
Yeah heâs stalking your socials too. Heâs going to overanalyse everything and find himself in a routine of constantly checking
Already treating it as a relationship lfmao. He knows he likes you and now canât help but to treat you like youâre already together. Call it delusional, he calls it manifesting.
Will talk to Bam about you. Will literally let out everything heâs feeling to Bam while stropping about the situation and stroking him lfmao
Has made a playlist with every song youâve mentioned, posted, listened to, and will add songs that remind him of you.
Constantly checking his phone to see if you messaged, and will overthink if you donât. Will bite his lip as he thinks if he should text you first. He will then get all excited when you eventually text him.
He will pick up on the little things you do and will mimic you. He will do this mindlessly
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Watching Are You Sure?! EP 2
A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally as a happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show so far!!
July 15th now! Day 2 here we come! Over an hour of Jikookery!!
Starts off with JK on his motorcycle and Jimin riding witht the crew and admiring how cute JK is, while they are on the phone the entire time. Adorable. "He likes being cool." Lmao
I love how the staff indulge them too, like with Jimins "prank" of spraying washer fluid at JK đ
Jimin lagging super far behind everyone in the hike at first saying it's because he thinks is nice to go slow now that he is older.... But also honey, are you sure (lol) that's not just your upset tummy talking? đ
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JK asking Jimin for a cover of Seven. I know they were mostly joking.... But um, Jimin.... Where is our cover?!?! Please!!
Jimin showing off his beautiful smooth legs đđ
Jimin being bit by mosquitoes constantly and JK deciding to take a turn into vampirism and vore đđ€Ł as well as calling Jimins thighs the best entree? đđ«Ł Lol OKAY
You just gave me butterflies holding onto my back like that?? Lmfao has he said that EVERYTIME he drags Jimin around holding onto the back of his shirt?? đ€Łđđ„°đ Butterflies like love, JK?
Turns out, he said making my heart flutter. I think that makes it worse. And the informal/formal flirty tones. Yup. Definitely worse đ
đđ«Łđ and it absolutely usually has romantic connotations. Both in English and in Korean
Someone get Jimin a dang bottle of bug spray!! The heck!
The way they both felt so free and peaceful on the ocean that they fell asleep for a nap together. Jimin sleeping for much longer since he wasn't feeling good though too. Also brief mention for the way JKs hands kept straying over to rub on Jimins smooth legs and kept getting cut in the video lol
JK telling Jimin he looked so pretty when he first got to NY and now our poor baby is so tired and sick
JK preforming Seven for Jimin. Lol let's NOT talk about how he sings the "I kiss your waist and ease your mind" line while staring into Jimins eyes. Or how he turns back to look at Jimin while singing "you wrap around me and you give me life" before playfully swatting him too. Just for Jimin to end things there by playfully wrestling back đ
Jikooks Titanic đđđ„°đ„°đđ
JK exploring and touching all over Jimin's body looking for mosquito bites.... Lmfao ALRIGHT. "You are obviously looking for bite marks" why is this so flirty? Why are they doing this with all their staff right in front of them STARING AT THEM with the cameras too đđ€Łđ I guess at some point you get so used to it, you start tuning them out. And Jikook are, for the most part, 10+ years used to it. And all that play wrestling comes to an end when Jimin's upset stomach and toilet issues come back to remind him that they exist đ€Łđ€Ł (see first picture at the top of post lmfao)
Thinking of things to name the show and among the many suggestions JK makes, "come out" is one. That would've been an interesting title lol
JK sharing a whole bag of food with the staff on the other boat. He is such a sweetie
Jiminie somehow ending up with JKs hat between cuts while eating
The way they spent almost all day on this boat man. And we got a montage of them just smiling at each other through the day đ„șđ„șđ„ș
JK looking up their song stats and the way they both got so excited for how well their songs were doing on the charts đ„°đ„°đ„° I'm so proud of them both!
And I love hearing JK talk about his goals with Golden. Same with Jimin about Face/Muse. I'm so so proud of them, it's unbelievable
The way everyone shops so different is why some people won't grocery shop with others đ€Łđ€Ł the cuts between Jimin sighing frustratingly "Jungkook ah" and JK going "cheese cheese" had me CACKLING lmfao đđ and it's all really because of what JK wanted to cook FOR Jimin for dinner đ„ș
The parking lot dance break was adorable đđ€Ł their giggles are my favorite thing
The way that Jimin keeps taking cute little pictures of JK at their destinations. That's his baby
They rented a house with 4 entire bedrooms. Lmfao for what reason?! Jikook technically got separate rooms here.
Why do they take such MASSIVE bites when they eat? Lmfao is this engrained behavior from spending their formative years living with 6 other teenage/young adult boys? đ€Łđ
"I'm just honored to have your food" JIMIN đđđ
JK being very insistent about hearing Who. Lmao not Like Crazy or any of his songs that are out. But his new song. It's giving how sulky he was when he didn't hear Face songs first. Making sure he wouldn't get left out again! I loved this though! I really genuinely love listening to them talk music and singing techniques though. Loling though at the way JK told Jimin he should growl more in his vocals. Think his YouTube algorithm showed him any fan made comps about said Jimin vocal growls that always caused ARMY to lose their minds đ€Łđ€Ł
"should I sleep next to Jungkook tonight? Will he hit me again?" đ€Łđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł And JK already being in the room lol
Toothbrushing acrobatics. You know, the norm lmao followed by the huge cut too lmao what happened
The way they filmed JK tossing and turning in his bed for a bit and then absolutely zero filming in Jimins room after bedtime.... And in the morning, JK had to turn the camera outside Jimins room back on.... I'm not saying that JK didn't spend the entire night in his own bed and instead slept in Jimins... But I'm not, not saying that either đ
(we are now in July 16th!)
JK joking about leaving Jimin behind since he is sleeping in so much, just to immediately go climb into bed with him. This is the most domestic type of morning waking up intimacy and cuddles. Because TF Jikook. Lol all that. And it was clearly a lot because of the amount of cuts in that short period of footage.... Where they were laying next to each other just sharing space, cuddling, being a little silly. And then randomly going like "oh we need to remember to get a sponge today." Lol domestic 101.
No because really, let's talk about that cuddle? TF Jungkook. First we got him coming up to crawl into Jimins bed where he like palms his bare thigh, straightens his leg out so he can rest against his bare (shaved/waxed) thigh. And he makes that growling/groaning sound he ALWAYS does when presented with a sexy Jimin or often when he touches Jimin's bare skin. Like CMON dude.
Followed by Jimin then being silly and pretending to go elbow JKs nose. Lol and JK clearly went to retaliate by simply wrapping him up in a hug to start spooning, but Jimin ready to defend himself so he kept blocking JK with his arm. Lmfao only to be quickly overpowered. Spanked, ass caressed, and then JK snuggles into him and basically disappears behind Jimins back he is snuggling so hard. And then spanked again when JK got up đ so much ass appreciation in this clip
Not to mention apparently it's being suspected that JKs mic was already in Jimins room and he just picked it up and pretended to unhook it from his shirt before climbing into Jimins bed... Who knows
Round 2 of Jikook walking around the house this time with Jimin hanging off the back of JKs shirt. This is really just the natural state for them huh. Lol
Riding to Walmart on the motorcycle together is the cutest and most amazing thing. JK reminding Jimin to be careful because the motorcycle is really hot underneath. đ„°
When JK accidentally steps on Jimins heel walking into the store... The way that Jimin pinches his neck in retaliation was crazzzyyy lol
Them meeting the ARMY in the store to buy the pizza is the cutest freaking thing. The whole interaction. And when JK goes in his sponge adventure, she got a hug and autograph from Jimin đ„șđ„șđ„°đ„° and how complimentary and excited they were about meeting her too!
Jimin being like those damn dongsaengs after losing JK in the store for the second time đđđ
JKs water curse has to be one of the funniest unexpected recurring themes of these episodes lol "I don't think there has been a day where I didn't get wet." Lol poor Kookie
Jimin with his sleeve rolled up and that backwards hat transported me STRAIGHT back to 2014 đłđ
Rainy day fight pt 2 with the umbrella in a parking lot, followed by JK step it up dance in the rain edition đđ€Ł
JK ordering for the table again đ
Someone count the amount of times that Jimin fondly watched JK and said that he looks cute or cool, because it's been a lot lol
Jimin waiting patiently while his TikToker boyfriend bestie takes crazy cinematic videos of their food before ending on a close up of Jimins face đ€Łđ Beautiful honestly lol
They ended their trip with comments about being so happy and having such a good time. đ„°đ
And JK saying they should do at LEAST 12 seasons and travel together until they are like 50 đđ€Łđ
Wrap up thoughts:
I am both not surprised by anything and yet also fully taken aback by their little morning routine in bed there that one day đ I've pretty much said all I can say on that though above.
Jikook both clearly have the exact same sense of humor, sarcastic and dry at times, stupid giggly at others. Again, nothing new information wise but something I'll always enjoy seeing. Boy do they bicker in the cutest freaking ways lol
That hyung/dongsaeng relationship, yeah that doesn't fucking exist for them at all. Lol yeah sure, they use the words.... Sometimes. But that is not their dynamic. Again, we been knew. But the constant consistency from them is always nice. Lol
There is zero filter and zero boundaries and yes, we knew that too. And while yes we technically should have known that all of BTS, having lived on top of each other for so many years, have absolutely seen each other at their absolute lowest. It's another thing to witness the zero filter about toileting troubles đ and how zero issue it was too. No embarrassment, no judgement, just taking care of him and jokes and having fun anyway.
Jikook are the definition of matching each other's freak. 100% lmfao
They LOVE taking care of each other. The cooking, the babying, the constant wanting to do something for the other, the musical praise and discussions.
I liked this episode even better than the first! This is my new favorite show, thanks Jikook!!
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hi! i was just wondering if you could write some headcannons for astarion, gale, halsin, karlach, and shadowheart about what they are like when you're pregnant/them as parents to a baby
So cute! I love wholesome family requests like these!
Astarion
When you're pregnant: he tries not to be too fussy, but let's be realistic, he likes to cluck about and make sure you're okay. He gets a bit overbearing actually. "Should you be doing that if you're pregnant?" sort of thing, you have to wave him off a couple of times. When you're asleep you hear him whispering to the baby bump about how he's going to protect them, make sure nobody would ever hurt them. (Also when you're in your third trimester the two of you like to pretend that you've gone into labour to get out of social situations you don't want to be in. He's all, "we have to GO my PARTNER is giving birth RIGHT NOW" then when you're far enough away you burst into laughter)
When you've given birth: as an elf, he only needs four hours to trance a night, so he's often holding the baby when you're awake. Speaks in whole sentences, he has no time for baby talk. "babababa..." "Mm, yes darling, I'm just worried this fabric is too sheer for that particular design." Catch him watching you cradling the baby looking utterly smitten from the doorway. He's happier than he ever believed he could ever be.
Gale
When you're pregnant: constantly reading up about magic to make things easier, whether it's to ease back pain or make the delivery more comfortable. Likes to stay up late discussing baby names with you, Tara resting on your lap and cuddling happily into your belly. Also armed with facts about the growing baby is during each month of your pregnancy, lmfao.
When you've given birth: wants to be there for every milestone possible, so takes lots of paternal leave from his teaching job. Baby's first word is 'dada' and he goes crazy for it, he's so so happy. Casts little, harmless spells which make the baby giggle - summoning Dancing Lights above their head to soothe them to sleep in their crib. As the baby drifts off you can often hear him whispering that "the two of you have made my life complete."
Halsin
When you're pregnant: knows all of the natural teas he can brew to help you relax. Always offering backrubs. Talks to the bump a lot, falls asleep with you as his little spoon so he can have his hand on your belly, keep you both safe as you slumber. Waxes poetic about what your baby might look like, whose eyes it will have, whose hair. If it will take to druidic magic or something more scholarly? All he knows is that he can't wait to meet them.
When you've given birth: the baby is usually in a papoose around his chest (when you're not holding them!) He's totally caught up in how lovely they are, how the two of you made something so wonderful. When they get a little older he is a big fan of letting them ride on his shoulders, encouraging them to run their hands through leaves on the boughs of trees and answering every endless question they can think to ask.
Karlach
When you're pregnant: constantly offering to carry things for you so that you don't strain yourself. Talks to the bump all the time. "Come on, kiddo! Mama can't wait to meet you!" Loves to have her hand on your belly and gets so excited when she feels a kick! "We've got a little fighter in there, I reckon!" Every so often asks if you really think she'll be a good mum, a little bit of anxiety creeping in - but you reassure her she'll be just wonderful.
When you've given birth: always standing over the crib to look at the baby, she just seems to happy when they're peacefully asleep. Likes to hum little made-up songs to them when they're settling down for the night. If the baby starts fussing for no reason, she picks them up and bounces them around until they're both giggling wildly. She is most happy when she has you in one arm and the baby in the other đ
Shadowheart
When you're pregnant: does a lot of healing magic to help you with your aches and pains which helps a lot. She gets super into pregnancy books and is constantly offering you suggestions for how to make things a little easier - maybe because she feels guilty that you're the pregnant one. Offers up lots of soft prayers to her goddess for a happy family and your good health. The two of you bicker good-naturedly about names but do eventually settle on one you both like - maybe after one of her parents.
When you've given birth: constantly checking in that you're alright and happy as a new parent, because she is. Always makes sure there's a bunch of night orchids in the nursery. When the baby gets a bit older and is scared of the dark, she makes sure to teach them the Light cantrip so that they always have a nightlight if they need. And she teaches them to swim, just like you taught her all those years ago.
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can i get headcanons for hajime, nagi, shuichi, and koki with a virgin s/o during their first time? like how the boys would react and kinks and comfort for a nervous s/o thnakss!! -đœanon
Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Shuichi Saihara, Kokichi Ouma x Nervous!Virgin!S/O First Time Headcanons
Protags and Antags!! EEEEEE WE LUB THEM!!
Enjoy!!
TW// Teasing, Degradation, NSFW, Choking, Hairpulling, Spanking
Shuichi Saihara
⥠Super nervous!Â
⥠Knowing him, it would probably be his first time too and heâs spooked as hell so if you are too, he understands.Â
⥠He starts by awkwardly kissing you because thatâs as far as heâs ever gotten with his partner. After a few minutes, he gets the hang of it.Â
⥠Lol Iâve said this about Leon before but Shuichi would probably also give great hugs and would be such a good cuddler. NBVGHJNBGVB Grant Georgeâs casting type is cuddly boys LMFAO
⥠Probably very vanilla but heâs open to most things.
⥠I think Shuichi would probably be a switch with a bottomy lean. He just wants to do what makes you happy.Â
⥠Shuichi is kind of basic in terms of positions. He only really cares to do missionary but the way that he does it is so loving and gentle. He holds you underneath him and hides his face in your neck. Like hugging with him on top of you so closely.
⥠After a few times together Shuichi really warms up to you and loses most of his anxieties.
⥠Heâs a very hesitant top, but heâs willing. Shuichi doesnât really know what to do as a top so he usually just asks what you want. Heâs a service top!! We love him :3
Kokichi Ouma
⥠TEASING LITTLE BASTARD!!!
⥠Whether itâs your first time or your hundredth time, heâs constantly teasing you, physically or otherwise. Mostly about how nervous you are.Â
⥠Now and then he would find some way to comfort you, but honestly, it wouldnât last long. Itâs usually something basic like gently stroking your face or a kiss on the forehead, before going right back to teasing you.Â
⥠Unlike Shuichi, Kokichi claims that he has a very high body count (COUGH COUGH BULLSHIT) but you donât know if you believe him. You didnât believe him at all until he showed you how experienced he was.Â
⥠Kokichi looooves to bite. Like choking and spanking are both fine, but above anything else, biting is his favorite.Â
⥠Heâs a major verse with no preference, but when he is bottoming⊠Did someone say brat? Despite him being a switch, Kokichi is always in control.Â
⥠Kokichi uses toys on his partner a lot. Most commonly vibrators to tease you with but heâs open to most things.
⥠Also very into bondage. He loved the feeling of having control and knowing that he could do anything to you, with consent of course.Â
Nagito Komaeda
⥠Overjoyed! Just crippling shock and happiness.
⥠Nagito underestimated how much you care about him. He always figured that he wasnât good enough for his partner, being the ultimate lucky student amongst so many ultimates. You asking him made him feel so much more secure in your relationship.
⥠Nagi likes praising you while you degrade him. If youâre too nervous to dirty talk though, he teases you for it. Thinking aloud that an ultimate such as yourself should be more than capable of talking down to trash like him. Heâs just teasing though and he certainly wouldnât try to make you feel bad for it.
⥠In most cases though, he thinks itâs cute how nervous you get and he wonât mind making that clear to you. Imagine being so nervous in the middle of it all and having him whisper to you.Â
⥠âWould you look at me, my hope?â Your eyes stayed clenched for only a moment, then shyly you glanced up at him. âHow⊠Precious⊠Why so shy, my princess?â *Cue pussy backflip*
⥠Loves when his hair is pulled!! Especially when heâs giving oral or when heâs about to cum. It just makes it all the more satisfying to him.Â
⥠Cuddles and praises you as aftercare always. No matter how many times youâve done it.
Hajime Hinata
⥠Surprised but happy when you asked. Hajime had certainly thought about it before but was still shocked that you actually wanted to have sex with him, and even more so that a perfect girl like you had never done it before.Â
⥠This puts a lot more pressure on him to make it pleasurable for you. It was your first time so he wanted to make it perfect.
⥠Hajime put tons of effort into making sure you were enjoying yourself. Beforehand, he wanted to talk about what you liked and didnât. The last thing he wanted was to overstep boundaries, but man was he embarrassed to talk about them too. Still, he muscled through it on your behalf!
⥠Hajime seems like the type that would put your enjoyment before his own but he would be lying if he said he didnât love receiving oral!! He doesnât mind giving either but he is a man who loves his dick sucked (Iâm twelve sorry.)
⥠His favorite positions are 69 and cowgirl. Heâs the type who just adores it when you put all of your weight on him. He thinks itâs the hottest thing ever. Any position is good to him, but being ridden>
⥠Haji doesnât strike me as the vocal type but when he does make noise, itâs a lot of grunting and gasping. His voice would grow deep and husky until his voice breaks out into a full-on growl.
⥠Always has his hands somewhere on you. Holding your waist, your hands, squeezing your chest, fingering you. He loves all of it, just touching you is perfect to him.
⥠Love youuu~
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LOVED THE SODA HCS CAN YOU DO SOME WITH X READER ONES WITH HIM? OR AT LEAST HIM WITH A ROMANTIC PARTNER HCS
â§âË Dating Sodapop Curtis HCs âËâ
Warnings - There are a few that are for a fem!reader !! Majority are gender neutral.
Authorâs Note - I was diagnosed with PNEUMONIA last week, I felt like absolute shit and the last thing I wanted to do was write. Iâm feeling better now, so hereâs some sweet headcanons! I hope you all enjoy!!!! đ€đ€
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Fight me on this one, Sodapop Curtis is a lover boy.
No seriously, I canât see him hoeing around and seeing other people behind your back. Now. I will say, he might check someone out or partake in catcalling once in a while but he wouldnât go beyond that. If anything, itâs probably to impress the other boys.
He would only date someone heâs totally infatuated with. He would never commit to a relationship if he wasnât 100% about you.
I donât think clingy is the right word, but Soda would always try to plan little dates with you or at least try to spend some free time with you whenever possible.
Quality time and words of affirmation are the love languages he likes to receive, and he likes to give physical touch and gifts.
He lovesss giving you hugs and small kisses specifically on the tip of your nose, chin, and practically any spot that typically goes unnoticed.
The day Soda brought you home to meet his brothers, Ponyboy stood gawking. His mouth wide open, eyes glued to yours, he quite literally fell in love. I donât mean romantically, I mean he was just in total adoration. I just think itâs so cute to imagine Ponyboy finding you to be the most beautiful girl (which he gets to see almost daily since youâre at his brotherâs side 24/7.)
Since youâre a 2 in-1 for him and serve as a best friend and a lover, he sometimes forgets he canât roughhouse with you like he typically does with the boys. Play-fighting goes crazyyyy.
He shares literally everything with you. Clothing, food, secrets - everything.
He has a picture of you above his side of the bed (Like what he did with Sandy âčïžâ€ïž)
He lives for the soft moments when he can just kiss you and gently massage your back and not have to worry about anything else because heâs comforted in your presence.
Since heâs a dropout heâd probably ask Darry to pick you up from school on their way home from work. That way he gets to spend the evening with you or maybe invite you to stay over for dinner.
On weekends, he invites you to hang around the DX with him and kill time. He gets so sick of Steve after working the weekdays that he wants a change in company LMFAO
I feel like he just has so much love to give, so having one person (you) to give it all to is so relieving. Bonus points if youâd rather have him all over you 24/7 specifically because you KNOW how loving he is. He hates feeling like heâs bothering you or annoying you by giving you constant attention.
Late-night calls are so funny. Heâll try to whisper and not wake Darry and/or Ponyboy up but he ends up forgetting itâs literally two in the morning and starts talking normally.
He ends every call with âI love you, see you soonâ because heâs one of those people who thinks âitâs not goodbye, itâs see you later,â PLUS he probably already made plans to see you the next day anyway đ
Even though he isnât the brightest when it comes to the 4 core classes, he tries his best to write little love notes and cards for special occasions. Valentineâs Day, your birthday, religious holidays, etc. He asks Ponyboy to proofread it and then help him make it sound âmore romanticâ since he canât spell for shit and has to use the most basic words.
âHappy Birthday! You are my favrit person to talk to. You are funny and nice. I can not wait to grow old with you. I hope we have a butiful fewture. I duhsire to keep you by my side. I have not known some one like you buhfore. I love you more than you will ever know. - XOXO Sodapop Curtisâ LMFAO STOP
Since he canât afford much, he usually offers himself for the day. I mean like heâll offer his time and efforts for you. âWe can do whatever you want, have whatever snacks you want, watch any movie you want. My birthday treat :)â
He loves going to small concerts with you (like super underground local artists that are affordable) and letting you sit on his shoulders to see the stage.
If you have a super feminine room just TRUST heâs so entertained with it. Heâll fidget with the teddy bear on your bed, smell every perfume you have, trace the flowers on the wallpaper - heâs INVESTED.
If you were treated badly in the past by a horrible ex he would make it his life mission to be better than them and prove himself to you.
He includes you at family events as if you were married. Thanksgiving? Already made a plate for you at the table. Ponyboyâs graduation? Youâre sitting in the rows of chairs with a congratulations card and everything. Family game night? Soda already decided youâll deal cards first. Youâre like family to his brothers and like a spouse to him.
If you tell him youâre proud of him just one time he will never forget it. He wants to feel validated by someone who isnât his family so then it doesnât feel âforcedâ.
If heâs not complimenting you, heâs busy admiring you.
Soda would so go for a girl who reminds him of his mother đ„Čđ„Č. I headcanon him to be a momma's boy, so looking for motherly traits as well as the same charm and love his mother had for him would be a top priority for him.
He quite literally never shuts up. He feels comfortable with you, so TMI doesnât exist. Heâll talk and talk and talk until you shut him up with kisses. Thatâs like the only way to get him to stop. He knows what heâs doing too.
THANK YOU ALL FOR READING !!
- Sophia đ«¶đŒ
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Michael Myers/GN! Reader - NSFW
Here we go again with another Michael fic, this time itâs Kinktober and not just me horny posting on main LMFAO
This fic's prompt was Humping
WARNINGS: Michael humps you so nsfw, Michael pins the reader down but reader is into it. This is the tamest thing Iâve written in months so thereâs not much else I can add warning wise.
It wasn't often that the massive man who occupied your home needed something from you other than basic necessities, but it was a nightmare trying to figure out when he did. Michael didn't talk and didn't bother trying other ways of communication, so he was basically a brick wall that moved around and routinely demanded food from you. Most days, when he'd decided that he wanted to be difficult, you'd struggle endlessly trying to figure out what he wanted, but this time you tried something different. Your plan was to give him a list of all of the things you could offer him at the moment, and then get him what he needed, simple enough. You went through the entire list, even adding things onto the list that you didn't even want to do, just to not get any response from him. After the second attempt, you didn't even bother anymore, instead staring at him in silence. He still didn't acknowledge you at all, not even by tossing an unopened piece of candy in your face like he normally would have. To say you were confused was an understatement, and you couldn't help but let fear crawl up your spine.
You didn't think he was sad or anything since he wouldn't be sitting on your couch clean if that were the case, and if he were hungry he would have already picked you up from your spot at the other end of the couch and placed you in front of the fridge. You slowly scooched over to him, keeping a safe distance just in case he was in one of his choking moods.
âMichael? You okay?â
Obviously, he didn't respond, and a part of you wanted to go back to your comfy spot and relax again, but you knew whatever his problem was would become a you problem if left alone. You reached out to touch his shoulder and Michael quickly took the opportunity to grab at your wrist and use his strength to twist you around and lay you flat on your stomach. You could only sigh uncomfortably, letting him adjust you to his liking before resting his body weight on you. You couldnât stop him, you could only let your eyes widen slightly as you felt the source of his problems rest on your ass.
âoh.â
He huffed at you, grabbing your waist and seemingly feeling things out for a while. He didn't make much noise as he did this and only seemed to get impatient since he couldn't properly help himself. You sat in silence for a moment, contemplating whether or not to help him or let his frustration get the better of him, which would most likely end up with someone's dead relative on the news the next moring. You sighed again, you were not going to let innocent people die all because the infamous Michael Myers couldnât figure out how to hump you properly.Â
You arched your back, trying to angle yourself into a good position to make things easier for him. You succeeded in this, as the next time Michael grinded against you he let out the shakiest of sighs. You couldn't help but feel accomplished as he quickly found a rhythm; you also couldn't help the fact that with every low groan Michael let out above you, you felt a shock of pleasure hit you where it counts. Â
He suddenly repositioned, now using one hand to grab onto your hip tightly and the other was placed above your head for stability. He picked up the pace as he humped you, the change in stance now giving him the friction he needed, and you could hear how much he enjoyed it. Low groans, grunts, and occasional growls left his mouth and left you a silent mess. You didn't know he would be so noisy but you couldn't care less, as every sound that spilled from his mouth you happily relished in, letting your mind wander to places you wouldn't have dared think about before this moment.Â
You felt his humping become sloppy, and listened to his groans turn into huffs as he got closer to cumming. Suddenly, he came crashing down on top of you, his arms now positioned above your head and his body completely engulfing yours, still humping you desperately as he almost silently whimpered at the feeling.
Once he stopped moving, he breathed heavily above you, and you relaxed your body, muscles slightly sore from holding the position for so long. The peace only lasted a short moment before Michael got up, not caring about you resting underneath him. You could only peek at him as he walked to the bathroom, catching a quick glimpse of the dark spot on the sweatpants he was wearing.Â
You sat up slowly, the only things on your mind at the moment were mentally reviewing everything that happened for fuel on lonesome nights, and the creeping suspicion that this might become a regular occurrence. Either way, the result of either thought didn't bother you. In fact, the thought of the big bad Michael Myers humping you as if his life depended on it was something you quietly hoped for.
#rz michael myers#michael myers#slasher fanfiction#slashers x reader#michael myers x reader#rz halloween#Gogottiâs Kinktober#kinktober
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#after this he said that he can understand what i mean but that for him anything further really would be a mistake#i asked him if he'd think the same if this was happening months ago#he said he didn't know and most of all he feels terrible about losing control#i said i'd wish for him to not feel like that and i don't think it's wrong to go with whatever's felt in the moment but the topic was close#the next days we did text and sometimes he was replying all the time but then seemed avoidant with the last plans we were making as a group#which annoyed me and then when i met one of the girls from our group and casually told her this#she (without knowing about anything about me and him) that in july he confessed to her that he liked her#and that she thought that's why he wasn't so keen on joining#honestly it didn't make me feel much different about my situation but i had to tell her about me and him as well#i remember when we started kissing i'd told him i had no idea he was interested like this and he'd said it's complicated#i had thought he meant the timing and had agreed on that before we went on kissing lmfao but maybe he also meant her as well???#she got pretty angry at him that i ended up defending him and she also said she found him childish as well#which doesn't line up with my experience with him but maybe I'm also too childish?#sure we've had silly fun too but i've talked to him about more serious topics than with anyone possibly which is what I'll miss the most#I'm just completely bewildered and intrigued how things will be when we all meet tomorrow
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I'll Crawl Home To Her | Marcus Pike
Fic Summary | Marcus Pike had been the man of your dreams until a promotion tore your away from him. Four years later, a wedding brings you back together, but it the bubble you've built over this one weekend going to crash and burn just like it did before?
Pairing | Marcus Pike x Bridesmaid F!Reader
Fic Warnings | Explicit. Exes to Lovers, themes of second chance love, references to food and alcohol, descriptions of a wedding, Marcus Pike being a dirty talking menace, talk of contraception, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, semi-public sex, oral sex (F), overstimulation if you squint, allusions to oral sex (M) and mentions of a facial cumshot, mutual pining, flirting, two idiots in love, a touch of angst, basically two idiots who never got over each other have a lot of sex over a weekend.
Word Count | 7.9K (I can only apologise lmfao)
Authors Note | So, two weekends ago I was a bridesmaid and spent the entire time messaging @undercoverpena about how I wished Marcus Pike would whisk me away to the bathroom, tell me how pretty I was and give me a good time.... and this is what's come of this. Entirely self-indulgent but we love that for me sometimes. If you enjoy this, please consider commenting or reblogging - I'd love to know what you think of it! And if you'd like to support me further, you can donate to my Ko-Fi.
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âIâm sorry, Mike,â Marcus is still out of breath as he clutches the champagne flute in his hand, chest heaving as his sucks in air to his lungs, âI didnât mean to be so late.â
âMarcus, buddy, itâs fine,â His friend puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, he knows Marcus gets anxious when things outside of his control happen, like the delay to his flight from D.C. to London, and then the delay in getting from London to the wedding venue, âYouâre here now, thatâs all that matters.â
Marcus nods, chugging down half the champagne in one go, hoping itâll calm his anxiety a little. He had cursed Mike and Cassie for choosing to have their wedding in England, but Mikeâs family, most of them ageing now and unable to make the long trip to D.C. had insisted on it. As he looks around the large reception room, he muses internally to himself that it was beautiful. A huge room, semi-decorated for tomorrowâs reception and dinner. Itâs a smaller affair tonight, immediate family and friends for the rehearsal dinner, but he can imagine that tomorrow, once all is said and done, itâll be the perfect backdrop for their wedding.
âWhereâs Cassie?â Marcus asks, looking around the room, finding a distinct lack of the bride and the bridal party Mike hadnât shut up about over the last few months.
âSheâs just sorting the last of the decorations for the ceremony room,â Mike explains, waving a hand to the waitress currently doing the round with a refilled tray of champagne, âSheâll be here soon.â He finished with a wink, which, although is odd, Marcus doesnât question, just picks up another glass of champagne and stands talking to his friend and whoever is milling around offering their congratulations.
Thereâs a flurry of conversation that has Marcus turning around a few minutes later, he can see Cassie and her mother, who are pulled to the side by someone from the venue holding up two different types of ribbon, asking which one they want to drape around the columns and which one to tie around the chair backs. Itâs not Cassie that Marcus is interested in though, itâs the bridesmaid that follows behind her.
He can feel his throat constrict, a small pit opening in his stomach thatâs somewhere between the feeling of dread and excitement. He can feel the palms of his hands starting to get clammy, so he drains his glass and sets it down on the nearest table to avoid an accident. Then, he thinks he might actually pass out when you finally look at him, eyes searching his face and then the glimmer of recognition that you know exactly who he is, remember exactly the last time youâd seen him, and exactly what had happened when you had.
Your leg is bouncing underneath the dining table, food somewhat eaten regardless of the fact that itâs your favourite. Youâve dug half-moon shapes into the palms of your hands and bitten the inside of your mouth enough to taste blood.
âAre you going to tell me whatâs wrong?â Itâs Marcus, sitting across from you, plate cleared, completely oblivious as to whatâs about to come.
âI got offered a promotion.â You tell him simply, running one hand up and down your opposite arm in an attempt to soothe yourself.
âDarling!â He exclaims, âThatâs amazing!â He doesnât move to get up, but reaches his hand out, palm up for you to take, which you do, letting his hand softly clasp yours in his own, âWhy are you so upset then?â
Taking a deep breath in, biting your bottom lip, you decide itâs best to rip the band-aid off sooner rather than later, âItâs not here, Marcus,â You sigh, âThe job is in D.C.â
The smile, the light of his eyes, everything on his face that had just seconds ago been showing joy, had faltered. Much like you imagine your face would have when youâd been offered the job. A significant pay rise, governmental opportunities, bigger clients, a shot at being a proper lawyer for once, but with the caveat that you had to uproot your comfortable Austin life for D.C. and with it, Marcus Pike.
âI donât have to go,â You follow up with, âI havenât accepted yet, Iâve got some time to think.â
You feel him squeeze your hand, his other palm coming out to rest on your wrist, slowly tracing the blue veins he can see there, âLook at me,â He asks softly, which you do, the tears that had been forming in your own eyes starting to spill down your cheeks when you find Marcusâ eyes glassed over too, âBaby, this is such an amazing opportunity, you canât say no because of me.â
Because thatâs what you would be doing. Marcus, brilliant, funny, intelligent Marcus, wouldnât be able to follow you to D.C. There had been some talk about his work in the Art Crimes team with the higher ups, people who were impressed at his success rate, people who wanted to keep him here, send him off to California even. He was at too much of a crossroads to be able to follow you to D.C.
âI donât want to lose you though,â You sniff, free hand coming to wipe away some of the tears that are falling from your eyes, âI love you.â
Marcus hums, finally pushes himself off his chair, letting the legs scrape across his kitchen floor, until heâs sat right in front of you, knees touching, his palms on the tops of your thighs, warm and soothing, âI love you too,â He says, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek, making sure youâre looking at him, âBut this is what youâve wanted, youâve been working so hard baby and Iâm not going to let you stay here just because of me.â
Itâs killing you inside, because you want so badly to ask him to follow you. To drop everything and come to D.C. Youâve been together two years, youâre comfortable together, he makes you so happy, youâve talked about moving in together, starting a life together, but you know deep down youâre asking him to do something unfair.
âSo, I guess your stance on long-distance relationships hasnât changed?â You ask, tone soft and sad, tears falling down your cheeks.
You watch him as his own tears fall, his hands clutching your own so tightly as he gives you a soft smile, âBaby, I wish I could say yes, I wish I could drop it all and follow you, or promise you weâd talk on the phone every day and see each other every weekend, but you know we canât do it.â
Biting at your lip, you nod, because you know heâs right. Youâre a lawyer, you barely have free time as it is - weekends more often than not spent sat on the couch with him, tapping away at your laptop whilst he looks over case files. It would never work.
Marcus leans forward, presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into a hug. You clutch your hands to his back, inhaling the smell of him on his shirt , watching the light blue turn darker as it catches your tears.
âWhen do you go?â He asks quietly into the crook of your neck, soft kiss placed to the skin right after.
âA few weeks, probably.â
âWell, letâs enjoy them while we still can, hey?â You nod silently, âAnd maybe one day, weâll find each other again.â
âAnd maybe one day, weâll find each other again.â
Those words still echo in your ears four year later, like they have at various different points since you last saw Marcus Pike. Leaving had been hard. Heâd helped you pack everything up, driven you to the airport, kissed you before security and promised he wouldnât forget you. Youâd text a for a few weeks before life dragged you in one direction and him in another. No-one had quite been able to live up to him either. Sure, youâd tried dating, seen people for a few months before deciding they werenât quite the man who had almost been able to give you everything you ever wanted.
And now here he is, standing in front of you, pale as a ghost as if heâs about to keel over and have a heart attack. You want to run to him, to fling yourself into his arms and make sure heâs real. You want to press your lips to his, let him kiss you like he always used to, to clutch you to his body and whisper sweet things into your ear, but you have no idea what heâs been doing these past four years - for all you know, you could get closer and find a wedding band across his left finger.
Itâs a blessing when Cassieâs hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you over to the side.
âDo you prefer the dusky rose or the blush pink?â She asks, holding up two ribbons that look identical to your eye.
You want to tell her does it really matter, they both look exactly the same. You want to tear your wrist away from her and go to Marcus, but instead you settle for a warm smile and âItâs your wedding Cass, you choose what you want.â
And when you turn around, looking back over to Mike, Marcus Pike is nowhere to be found. Like he was a mirage. A figment of your hopeful imagination. Something conjured up after your mother had set you down at the airport and said, âBridesmaidâs always get lucky at weddings, you might find your own husband.â
When everyone is called to sit down for the rehearsal dinner, you jump at the opportunity to let Cassie sit down and eat, whilst you get pulled away by the staff to advise on which candles to use for the ceremony room and where exactly to place the flower arch for the best photos tomorrow. When you make it back, everyone is standing, milling around, getting drinks from the bar, which you decide you desperately need.
âA negroni, please.â You ask for after taking a few seconds to peruse the cocktail menu set out. The stronger the better.
âI see your tastes havenât changed in the last few years.â
Youâre pretty sure that if there was a mirror in front of you, the look of shock on your face would be comical, as Marcus Pike sidles up to the bar next to you. Up close, heâs just as handsome as he always had been, except now, heâs got a beard and more fine lines in the corners of his eyes, which means heâs been happy, smiling, whilst youâve been gone. It makes your heart swell that heâs been happy.
âI wonder if yours have.â You counter, tilting your head towards the bartender who is waiting for him to order.
âJust a beer for now.â He smiles, but at you, not the bartender.
âThatâll be a no then.â
Thereâs a moment of silence between the both of you as you sip the cocktail given to you, and Marcus takes a swig of his beer. His left hand is wrapped around the bottle, no sign of the wedding ring you were convinced youâd find. You want to say something, anything, but when you go to open your mouth, he beats you to it.
âYou look well.â
You canât help but chuckle. Of all the things he could have chosen to say to you, you hadn't thought it would be that.
âSo do you.â You compliment back.
Thereâs another silence, the two of you just looking at each other. Youâre soaking him up, committing him to memory to replace the old Marcus you knew so well.
âAre you here alone?â You ask, playing with the glass in your hand.
You watch as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, âAre you?â
âI asked you first, Agent Pike.â
He tilts his head towards his shoulder in a movement that says heâll give you that one, âIâm here alone.â
You canât help but smile a little, biting at your bottom lip to try and hide how pleased you are, âSo am I.â
Looking up at him through your lashes, you notice the exact moment those brown eyes that youâre so used to getting lost in darken, watching you as you sip your drink, tip of your tongue jutting out to catch a drop from your bottom lip.
âIs your room completely over the top?â You ask, watching as he swallows deeply, âBecause mine is, Iâd love to know what the honeymoon suite must be like.â
âDepends what you mean by completely over the top?â He quirks an eyebrow.
âDo you want me to show you?â
He doesnât even respond. He sets his half-finished beer down on the bar, takes your almost-empty negroni from your hand and does the same. Then heâs taking hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together like he always did, dragging you out of the room. You turn to find Cassie and Mike, looking at you both as you have to jog to keep up with Marcusâ pace. Both of them are winking, smiling, and Mike even throws a thumbs up your way. You can feel heat rising on your cheeks as you turn your head away from them.
âWhich floor?â Marcus asks then you reach the grand staircase in the lobby.
âSecond.â
He doesnât let go of your hand, but takes the stairs two at a time, meaning by the time you reach the second floor, youâre out of breath from running behind him, trying to keep up.
âWhich room?â
Itâs your turn to lead him now, stepping in front of him to walk down the hallway to room 212. You fish the keycard from the back pocket of your jeans, wasting no time in pushing the door open when the tiny light turns green.
Itâs dark inside, but you donât care. Marcus Pike pins you against the wall, his thigh between your legs, both hands on your waist, and then his lips are on yours. The way he kisses hasnât changed a bit. His mouth slants over yours, softly at first, but when you open your lips against his, hands clutching at the collar of his shirt, itâs just like you remember from all those years ago. He tastes the same, mint from the gum he always chews, the tang of the beer on his tongue, and that distinct taste thatâs just him.
He swallows a groan from you as your pitch your hips down, denim rubbing on denim as he devours your mouth. His hands on your waist trail down just a little, finding the top of your jeans, floating under your shirt just a little to touch the bare skin underneath. His hands are warm and strong as they start guiding you to move against his thigh as his tongue works against yours.
Marcus pulls away from your mouth just as a particularly breathy moan leaves your mouth. It makes you both stop. Stand still. Eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as you both realise exactly whatâs happening. You know you should stop, talk about whatâs clearly about to happen, but when did talking ever help anything.
âDonât think about it,â Marcus sighs, leaning down to trail kisses along your jaw, âWe talk after.â
âWe talk after.â You say, mainly to the room more than anything else.
Your hands are still clutching at his shirt when his fingers find the button on your jeans. Still as adept at it as heâd always been, he pops the button open and pulls down the zipper, letting his hand trail down, settling across the lace of your underwear, cupping your pussy, letting his fingers trace along skin through lace.
A hiss leaves your mouth as you work your body in time with the slow, teasing movements of Marcusâ hand, âYouâve changed,â You manage to breathe out, your hand coming to the back of his neck to pull his mouth nearer to yours, âWhen you were desperate for me youâd never tease.â
You can feel his lips smile against the skin of your neck where heâs tracing wet kisses along the skin, hand still feather-light between your legs, âIâve learnt to be more patient, honey.â
âAnd if I asked you not to?â
âIn all the years I knew you, never once did you beg for it.â He pulls back, your eyes now accustomed to the dark, able to see him better, his voice is low, âUnless youâve changed, youâll have to put up with it.â
You grasp his cheeks in your palms, his hand still teasing you, pull his attention to you fully, âMarcus Pike, I swear to all that is holy that if you do not spread me out on my bed and fuck me in the next five minutes, I will die.â
He makes a âtskâ sound, his head shaking in your hands, âThatâs not begging for it honey,â He coos, âYou gotta ask nicely for it.â
You let out a grumble of frustration, but you have to admit, this new version of the man you knew so well before is enticing. You can feel the way wetness is settling between your thighs, youâre sure if he dipped his fingers down heâd have some smart comment about how soaked you were for him already.
So you swallow your pride, you know itâll be worth it in the end, âPlease.â
âGood girl.â
It all happens in a flurry. One moment youâre against the wall, the next your back is against the mattress, Marcusâ hips pressed to yours as his hands work to push your shirt up and off your body. Your back hits the mattress again and his mouth is on you almost instantly, his lips trailing down your sternum, between the valley of your breasts. Pushing himself back on his knees, he brings his hands to the cups of your bra, pulling them down. Your nipples pebbling against the cold of the air.
His lips are back on you almost immediately, nipple enveloped into the warmth of his mouth, tip of his tongue flicking at it, making your back arch off the bed, pressing further into his mouth. Your hand comes to tangle in the curls at the back of his head, anchoring him to your body. As his mouth works across your chest, you canât quite believe whatâs happening to you. The man of your dreams, the person you always thought you were destined for, back, right here between your thighs, the bulge in the front of his jeans all too familiar to you.
Head tipped back in pleasure, you breathe out into the air, âI canât believe youâre here.â
He tears off your breast with a wet pop, looking up at you through his lashes, mouth kissing down your body, across the soft of your tummy, he taps at your sides, lifting your hips up to drag your jeans and underwear down your legs, flung behind him and forgotten when you plant the flat of your feet onto the bed and let your knees fall open.
Marcus isnât a religious man, he never has been, but knelt between your thighs, hands flying to rid himself of his clothes, watching as you gingerly trail your hand between your thighs, eyes on him as you play with your clit, he thinks he might have to start believing. As he stands to take the last of his clothes off, standing at the foot of the bed, naked with his cock in his hand, watching your face, he thanks the Lord for whatever mischief they had to concoct to get you back here with him.
He crawls back up your body, kissing from ankle to thigh, settling himself between your thighs, cock sliding through your slick folds as he lays his body down against yours, one of his hands slipping under your neck, cradling the back of your head, the other cupping your cheek, moving your face to look right into his eyes. Heâs so fucking close to you, lips barely a hairs breadth from your own.
âI have to be inside you,â He pants against your mouth, âI promise I'll spend hours between your thighs later baby, but I have to be inside you.â
He doesnât give you any time to respond, just shifts his hips a little, sinking himself into your aching cunt. You arch up into him, moaning against his mouth as he stills. The hand clutching at your cheek trails down your neck, thumb flicking against your nipple as it travels to rest on your hip.
âStop squirming,â He pleads, âPlease.. Just stay still a minute.â
He feels so right, nestled inside your pussy. The weight of his body pressed against yours takes you right back to all the nights before, locked away in his Austin apartment in the dead of night, making each other feel good, making promises at the height of your combined pleasure to each other that never materialised. You can feel tears settle in your eyes as he starts moving, pulling himself out of you slowly, pushing back in even slower.
Marcus leans down, kissing the salty tears from your cheeks, shushing you, âDonât cry baby,â He whispers into your ear, âIâve got you now.â
Your hands are clutching at his shoulders, nails digging small, half-moon shapes into his skin there. He feels just as incredible moving inside you as he always did, but thereâs something settling in your tummy, the feeling that you knew so well with him, that youâve only really known with yourself since.
âI can feel you baby,â Marcus groans into your ear as the thrusts of his cock get a little faster, a little harder, âClenching all perfectly around me,â He takes hold of one of your wrists, dragging it between the both of you, resting it right where you need it, âI wonât last baby,â He admits, âTouch yourself and weâll do it together?â
So you do, you rub tight, precise circles over your clit as Marcus pushes himself up, takes your thighs in his palms, pushing your legs back as far as he can. The change in angle makes you cry out as he really starts fucking you now. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of his skin against yours, your whimpers and his groans. You can feel the tightening coil across your abdomen, breath hitching in your throat, youâre so fucking close to coming undone on him.
âMarcus,â You whine, âIâm gonna-â You trail off as he shifts a little more, pressing your legs further back, cock hitting that unholy sweet spot inside you, âGonna come.â
âGo on baby,â He encourages, âIâll be right behind you.â
And thatâs how it ends. Eyes shut so tightly you can feel tears pooling at the corners, cunt clenching around his cock as you cry out his name. Itâs so familiar, the way it feels, the way he sounds, like no time has passed at all and youâre exactly the same as youâd both been four years ago. Heâs pounding into you as your body convulses underneath, thighs shaking and toes curling as his hips start to stutter.
âWhere?â He manages to choke out, his tone reminiscent of all those times before when he was holding on, teetering on the edge, wanting to know what you wanted.
âIâm s-safe,â You manage to choke out, head reeling from your own orgasm, âThe pill.â
He doesnât need to hear anymore, finally giving in, knowing youâve fallen apart for him, heâs groaning your name into the dark, you can feel him spilling into you, claiming you, marking you as his own in a way only the two of you could ever understand. He lets go of your thighs, letting your legs drop back into comfort as he slowly drags himself from you, collapsing onto the bed next to you.
Thereâs a few moments of silence. Your arm is draped across your face, chest rising and falling as you try to suck in enough air to calm your breathing, Marcus doing the same across the bed. You roll over, putting yourself on your side so you can look at him. Heâs led on his back, head turned to look at you in the dull light of the room - the moonlight through the window the only thing illuminating the two of you. He reaches out, traces your face with his hand.
âI can't believe youâre real.â He speaks softly, rolling over to face you, pulling your warm body to his.
âI know we said weâd talk after,â You whisper, hand trailing over his waist to rest across his back, âBut can we just stay like this for a while?â Itâs a soft plead, you donât want to be reminded that this was probably a bad idea, you want to hold this man in front of you and forget that in a few short days itâll all be over, heâll go back to wherever he is now, and youâll go back to D.C. lonelier than ever.
âIâll stay here as long as youâll let me, honey.â
Marcus, against his better judgement, stays with you all night. You donât talk. You curl up into his side, settle against his body as he wraps his arms around you. Itâs inevitable that he casts his mind back to how things used to be. To the history you share with each other. He still, to this day, hasnât stopped thinking about you, about what would have been if youâd stayed. Would you be married? Probably, he thinks. Heâd thought of it often towards the end, before your promotion. Stopped outside jewellery shops, tried to imagine which kind of ring youâd want â heâd even slipped one of your rings onto his own finger, figuring out where it stopped so he could pick the right size when the time came. Would you have children? He isnât sure, neither of you had ever spoken about it, youâd never expressed a want to have them, but heâs certain if youâd have asked, heâd have given them to you.
He falls asleep, waking up hours later, darkness still pervading. He turns on his side, spooning his front to your back. Youâre half-awake when you press yourself back into him, bring your hand up to clutch at his head as he slips inside you once more, his hand holding your thigh up. He breathes into your ear, whispers filth to you as he rocks his hips against you. When you feel his teeth trail over your shoulder, he chuckles when you tell him off.
âI canât walk down the aisle with bruises on my shoulders, Marcus.â
Itâs soft, and he tips you over the edge, feeling you clench around him as his fingers trace circles over your clit, following just behind you, filling you up once more. He doesnât pull away from you, just settles your thigh back down, resting himself inside of you as you both fall back to sleep.
Then, heâs awake before your alarm. He wakes you with a kiss to your forehead, tells you to go back to sleep when you protest and try and coax him back to the warmth of your sheets. He has to shower he says, has to help Mike get ready, but heâll be waiting for you, watching you all day. Marcus smiles, really smiles, when you curl over back onto your side, soft breaths and mumbles as you fall back to sleep, and as he walks to his own room and stands waiting for the shower to warm, thereâs a feeling of content that spreads through him â should he have fucked you last night? Probably not. Should he have encouraged you to talk more? Probably yes. He knows heâs got his cards hidden, heâs not letting on that this might not have to just exist here, but heâll keep that to himself for just a little longer.
âSo,â Cassie smirks from her place in the make-up chair, artist flitting around her, pressing all number of products into her face, âYou and the groomsman?â
âShut up,â You mutter to her, trying not to scratch at your face, make-up already settling uncomfortably across your skin, âA momentary lapse of judgement.â
She hums, and then moves her focus back to the make-up artist who is tilting her face to put on some blush, âYou donât have to lie to me, you know,â She says to you as you pass her a mimosa, âI know that was Marcus. The Marcus.â
Thereâs a moment where you feel like a deer in headlights, like youâve been caught being up to no good, even though you know thatâs not the case. Then you turn slowly to her, eyebrow raised, and see her smirking, much to the chagrin of the make-up artist who urgently wants to get her lipstick on her so she can move onto the final bridesmaid.
âHeâs Mikeâs friend, they went to school together, see each other quite often these days â apparently he always talks about a girl from Austin, no-one could ever compare, heâs tried moving on, done this, done that, but always came back to thinking about the one who got away,â She stops talking to take a drink, âWhich sounded oddly familiar to someone else I know.â
Sheâs not wrong really â Cassie had been a lifeline when youâd moved to D.C. a work colleague turned best friend, who has been the shoulder to cry on whenever dates had gone badly, or even when theyâd been good, but you just couldnât get Marcus Pike off your brain. She told you, like most good friends would, that it would take time, youâd find someone right for you, someone who would take your mind right off Marcus, but it never happened.
âYou did this on purpose!â You accuse, but its friendly, because really, her and her soon-to-be husband have only done what you had always wanted to do yourself, pick up the phone, no matter how long it has been and tell the man you still loved him.
âOf course we did,â She chuckles, âDonât think about it too much,â She adds, âJust enjoy this today and most of all, behave yourself.â
When Cassie walks down the aisle, itâs not her that Marcus is looking at â itâs you. He hadnât thought it possible for him to find you more beautiful than he had before, but in your dark green dress, slit cut into the fabric to show off one of your legs as you walk, dress cut perfectly to sit on all the curves of your body that he always did love, he canât deny youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. He spends the entire ceremony making eyes at you, smirking when you meet his gaze. He wants to tell you how lovely you look, lean down and plant a kiss to your lips in front of everyone, but he doesnât get a chance until cocktail hour, once youâve had your pictures taken and Cassie has insisted on you finally having a drink and enjoying your day instead of flapping about whether she needs anything from you.
âHas anyone told you how beautiful you look today?â He asks, hand settling on your waist as you lean against the bar waiting for your drink.
âFunnily enough, itâs not me most people have been looking at.â You quip back, taking the margarita from the bartender when itâs handed to you.
âIâve been looking at you.â
âI know,â You smirk, âPretty sure I ruined my panties stood at the top of the aisle.â
âBecause the ceremony moved you so much?â
âBecause I couldnât stop thinking about your face between my thighs, actually.â
He looks exactly like he always used to when you flirt with him like this. Eyes low and dark, mouth slightly ajar like he canât quite believe youâve just been so forward. Heâs not thinking straight anymore, and much like he had done last night, he grips around your wrist and starts dragging you from the reception room, this time there are considerably more people so you manage to slip out unnoticed.
Instead of heading up the stairs, taking you to your room or his, he turns left down a hallway, tearing open the door to one of the bathrooms. Itâs a single stall, lock clicking behind him. You press your back against the wall, setting your drink down on the sink.
Marcus takes three steps towards you, hand slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against his body, lips so close that you can feel his breath on your skin.
âDo you know how sinful youâve looked all day?â He asks, âWalking around looking all innocent, but I know youâve been begging to get fucked all day, havenât you?â You whine at him in response, trying to chase his mouth as he pulls back, âDonât think I didnât see you rubbing your thighs together during the ceremony.â
âItâs only because you wouldnât stop looking at me.â
His hand finds the skin of your thigh, the slit of your dress making it easy for him to trail up to the hem of your panties.
âIf I put my fingers on you,â He breathes, âWill you be wet?â
âWhy donât you find out?â You cock your head to the side, biting your lip as you look at him, his hand pulling your panties to the side, thick fingers slipping between your folds.
âBaby,â He moans, finally taking your bottom lip between his, nipping your skin with his teeth a little before he pulls away, fingers slipping inside you, pulling a groan from your throat, âSoaked for me?â
âAlways, Marcus.â
He drags his fingers from you, spins you around, and reaches down to bring your palms up to rest against the wall in front you. He puts his hands on your hips, dragging your ass backwards until you can feel him through his trousers. His hands shuck your dress up to your waist and instead of tearing your panties off, he pushes them to the side. You look over your shoulder at him, as much as you can, and watch as he undoes his belt, pulls the zipper of his trousers down and reaches in, pulling his cock out. His trousers are pushed down just enough to let him free himself, and you donât think youâve seen such a beautiful sight in your life, than Marcus Pike with his fist around his cock, running his hand up and down himself as he moves to nudge the head of his cock at your soaked core.
Unlike last night, he isnât gentle when he pushes into you. Heâs buried inside your cunt in seconds, setting a pace that punches the air from your lungs. You know that even though youâre locked in here, away from the party, thereâs still every chance someone is going to walk past, try the door handle, and hear exactly whatâs going on in here, so youâre trying your best to keep the noise to a minimum.
âNeeded you so badly, baby,â Marcus chokes out behind you, hands gripping your hips hard enough that youâre sure youâll have his fingerprints embedded onto your skin, âAlways so pretty for me, arenât you?â
Heâs hitting that sweet spot inside you, over and over again, and you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. You feel one of his hands trail up your spine through the material of your dress, coming to rest with a grip around the nape of your neck, his fingers itching to slide up into your hair and grip it.
âYou canât,â You plead, âDonât mess my hair up.â
âI wonât baby.â He pants out from behind you, trailing his hand down just a little so heâs not tempted to take a fistful of it to pull you back, arch you into him even more.
Itâs fast and itâs hard, everything Marcus never really used to be. He liked to take his time, spread you out and have you crying for him before he slipped inside you, slowly, watching every contort of pleasure on your face. You think you like this new version of him, the one so desperate to have you he couldnât make it up the stairs, couldnât even pull your panties down your legs.
âMarcus,â You moan out, âPlease.â
âWhatâs that, baby?â He asked, mouth right by your ear, âYou begging for something?â
âMmmhmm.â
âWhat do you want?â
âMake me come?â
You think maybe he might try and tease you some more, but mercifully he takes the hand heâs got resting on your hip and snakes it down your body, letting his fingers find your clit - he had always been good at that. He drags the gathered slick where he can, cock still moving into you, pulling whimpers and moans whenever you feel his skin slap against yours, circles your clit quickly with the pad of his finger. You can feel your walls tightening around him, your thighs starting to shake as he continues doing exactly what heâs doing.
Itâs no secret to either of you that making you come always took time. Heâd never shamed you for it, always been more than happy to do whatever it took, for as long as it took, to get you there. But the mix of desperation for him, elation that heâs waltzed right back into your life, and the fact heâs fucking you in a public bathroom, have that coil tightening inside you quicker than ever.
âCan feel you getting tight around me baby,â He groans into your ear, âYou gonna let go for me?â
You donât have time to tell him yes. The tight coil snaps inside you, your eyes closed so tightly youâre sure the make-up around your eyes is dragging down your cheeks on tears. You can keep your voice down now as you flutter around his cock, you cry out his name, feeling his hands holding onto your hips to keep you steady as your legs threaten to fall out from underneath you.
Youâre only half aware of him speaking into your ear, telling you heâs close. You can feel him start to pull himself out of you, so you reach behind you quickly, fingernails digging into the part of his thigh you can reach to keep him inside you.
âI swear to god if you get cum on my dress Pike, Iâll kill you.â
He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle behind you, slams himself back into you, âYou just want an excuse for me to come inside you, donât you?â He hisses into your ear, teeth nipping at the skin behind your ear, âYou just have to ask nicely for it.â
âPlease, Marcus, please.â
Never one to deny you, he does, having held out as long as he could, he thrusts once, twice and then heâs moaning your name into your ear. You can feel him spilling inside of you, filling you up, then you can feel him dripping down your thigh when Marcus starts pulling away from you, not quite quick enough to put your panties back on. He tells you to keep still, fumbling behind him for some paper he can use to clean your thighs up.
He speaks to you as he lets the material of your dress fall back down over your legs, âWalking around full of me for the rest of the night.â He coos as you turn around, reaching out to pull his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss.
You stay like that for a moment, both attempting to fix the others clothes. Marcus brings his thumb to his mouth, letting his tongue jut out to wet it, before he drags it under your eye, getting rid of the worst of the black marks heâs caused.
You reach behind him, unlock the door, but take hold of his hand as you push the door open. Thankfully thereâs no-one waiting outside to use the bathroom as you drag him back down towards the party.
Itâs late. Or early depending on how you look at it. Marcus had dragged you from the dance floor at midnight, walked you slowly up to his room instead of yours. Heâd helped you out of your dress, let you shower and wash yourself clean, then, before you could put your robe on and insist on going to sleep, heâd taken your hand, led you to the chair near the balcony doors and heâd made good on his promise of last night to spend hours with his face between your legs.
âI canât,â You whine, Marcus handâs pinning your legs open, his tongue flicking against your clit, âItâs too much.â
He pulls off you just enough to speak, âBelieve in yourself baby,â He says, sinking two fingers into you, curling them upwards, âI know you can, just one more for me.â
Your whole body feels like its on fire. Youâve lost count of the amount of times heâs made you come tonight. There had been a small reprieve when youâd begged to suck his cock, Marcus obliging, painting your face and your tongue, before he settled right back to his knees. Itâs almost as if he thinks if he stops youâll disappear.
Your fingers are tangled in his hair, battling between tugging his face closer and pulling it away as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the added pressure along with the flicking of his tongue setting your skin on fire even more than before. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the back of your neck, rivulets of sweat gathering at various points across your body as Marcus tips you over the edge once more.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream, body feeling boneless as your whole body convulses at his touch. Almost like he knows, he pulls himself away from you gently, knowing that any more would be too much, saving you the need to beg him to stop. He presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy, kissing up your body until heâs sitting up on his knees, kissing into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him.
Marcus clambers to his feet, takes hold of your hand and pulls you to your feet, guiding you over to the bed to settle you under the sheets, the air peppering your sweaty skin with goosebumps. Itâs a sad realisation that you have to go home tomorrow, that the bubble youâve caught yourself up in over the past few days is about to burst. You think this might break your heart even more than the first time around.
âWhat are we going to do?â You ask against the skin of his chest as he pulls you into him.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks back, kiss pressed lightly to your forehead.
âWith us, after this?â Your fingers are tracing over his skin, trying to map the feeling of him before he leaves.
âWell, I thought maybe we could go for dinner sometime?â
You look up at him, face contorted in confusion, âYouâre going to come all the way from Austin to take me for dinner?â
âNo baby,â He chuckles a little, âI donât live in Austin anymore, I live in D.C.â
You push yourself up in bed, one hand on the mattress to keep yourself upright, looking down at Marcus, who reaches up to cup your cheek in his hand, thumb rubbing soft lines across your skin, âSince when?â
âTwo years?â He offers, âI would have-â He trails off a little, âI would have told you but I wasnât in a great place when I first moved, had no idea what your life would have even looked like either, I didnât just want to turn up out of the blue if youâd moved on, found someone else.â
Your hand comes up to clutch at the wrist of the arm cradling your face, âIâve waited so long for you,â You sigh, âI tried, tried to find someone else, but none of them were ever you Marcus.â
âI tried too,â He admits, because Lord knows he did, and for what? âI promise Iâll tell you everything one day, but right now, I want to fall asleep with you right here.â
You settle back down in bed, curling up against his side, arm draped over his waist, âWhere in the city do you live?â You ask, sleep starting to make your eyes heavy.
âIâm on 4th street, in Petworth.â
You canât help but laugh, because of course he fucking does. Marcus Pike has been living four streets over from you for the past two fucking years.
âYouâve been living four streets over from me for two years, Marcus.â
He runs his hands up and down your spine, gently, soothing you, âWell, thatâs convenient, isnât it?â He asks softly, âI can be at your front door in five minutes.â
âYou want to be my booty call, Marcus Pike?â
âIf thatâs what you want,â He speaks, âIâll be whatever you want me to be.â
âWhat are you doing Wednesday night?â
âNothing, as far as Iâm aware.â
âHow about you take me on a first date?â You offer, âLetâs learn each other all over again and take things from there?â
Marcus colts your chin up to his face with a finger, leaning down and giving you the softest kiss you think youâve ever received, âI would love nothing more.â
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