#you're right i did want to talk about all of them though

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot

Request: hihi! Could I please request svt reactions to their idol s/o’s Calvin Klein photoshoot? (think of like the jennie/jungkook ones, ABS OUTT) thank yew!!

A/N: oooff, so good! had fun with this one lmao. I remember going crazy over Jungkook's shoot and the recent mingyu shoot [I wasn't a carat during his first]

Content warning: Slightly suggestive; mostly implied, nothing graphic

Seungcheol: He didn't know you're having a photoshoot with CK, so, honestly, he was surprised. "That's... wow. You look... incredible." He stares at the photos for a second too long, jaw clenched. He’s proud but slightly very possessive. “You killed it, baby, but next time… give me a heads-up so I don’t pass out scrolling.” High-key wants a private version of that photoshoot for his eyes only.

Jeonghan: So smug, it’s annoying [in a hot way]. “Oh? That’s my y/n?” He smirks like he’s the one who styled you for the shoot. “You’re breaking the internet, huh?” He’ll tease you to no end but worship you behind closed doors. “Should I be jealous of the camera or all the men that's now gonna droll or just be proud you’re mine?”

Joshua: Flustered but definitely not innocent. Eyes widen, ears go red. “Babe… that’s… you look hot.” He’s speechless for a moment before collecting himself with a soft laugh. “Should I be worried about how many people are zooming in right now?” But trust—he saves every photo and sets one as his lock screen of his private phone; the one that's not showing too much of your abs because he does not want others to see it.

Jun: LOVES it. Can’t stop staring. “Damn, I didn’t know I was dating a Greek statue.” He’s openly proud, thirsty, and extremely supportive. “Can you model those for me at home too?” He posts the pic on his story like y’all see what I get to come home to? [With the fire emoji, obviously.] He'll buy you the whole CK collection even though you'll get them for free or cheap anyway but he wants to spend for!

Hoshi: Head-empty. Just “wow.” Stares at the photos in silence, then just blurts, “WHAT IS THIS?!” Has to sit down. “I need water.” He's flustered but eyeing you up like crazy. “You’re too sexy. I’m scared. Please marry me before someone else sees this.”

Wonwoo: Two words [technically four] internal crisis, external calm. When he sees the pictures for the first time in his feed, he stares at the photo, pushes up his glasses, and just goes: “Hm.” Inside he’s combusting. “You look stunning,” he says, then gives you that look. “But I hope you’ll do a private shoot for me too.” Say less, sir.

Woozi: Acts chill but miserably fails. Raises a brow, lips twitching into a smirk. “Interesting.” Tries not to show how much it’s affecting him but his neck’s red. “You’re gonna cause trouble with this one.” Complains jokingly, but you catch him staring at the pics late at night, looking dangerously in love. And when you confront, he's jumping on you—

Dokyeom: “What… what is THIS???” He’s loud, thirsting, flailing—but also SO proud. “Babe, you look insane. Like—INSANE.” He can’t stop smiling but also starts hitting the gym immediately. “I need to keep up with you!” And damn if I say he doesn't look sexy himself. Power couple ngl. Just know that he's thinking about the shoot 24/7 from now on.

Mingyu: He did NOT expect that you'd turn it on him when you went feral over his photoshoot and rightfully so. So imagine the way his eyes widened and his pulse started to rise... Now, he's Jealous, flustered, turned on. Help. “You collaborated with CK?! Are you trying to kill me??” Super proud but a little possessive because he knows how the shoot goes; people fixing your outfit, photographer staring, and so many men and women [yes, women are a threat to him too very you're that gorgeous and hot] around. He zooms in, stares, and then texts you when u get home, we need to talk [bring the Calvin Klein]. Ends up buying matching sets for you both.

Minghao: He just smiles. “Oh, we’re doing this now?” You better believe he’s ordering a giant print for your bedroom. "You looked perfect. But next time, I’ll be the one behind the camera." You can actually expect him to do a photoshoot at home, but this time, it'll be him who'll improvise the whole shoot. Expect some roleplay too; I'll leave it to your imagination.

Seungkwan: Kwan is flustered but v v v impressed. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS—” He spirals, hiding his phone, peeking back at it. “You can’t just—how am I supposed to breathe??” After his panic dies down: “You looked amazing though.” You better believe that now on, he'll hit on you, even you're already his s/o. He's really into the high.

Vernon: For the first I think he's not gonna be chill but this because damn you look sexy af. “Yo… you ate.” He won’t stop glancing at the photos. He saves one and sets it as his home screen. Later goes: “So, uh… wanna do a shoot like that just for me?” Not like in a weird way but he'll take out Pinterest for inspo and actually might do a photography course but he needs to see this version of you more.

Dino: Mind = blown. His whole soul leaves his body. Once he recovers: “Wow, you looked like a supermodel. Wait. You are one.” He’s flustered, a lil jealous, and completely wrecked—but makes sure you know he’s obsessed with you. He'll probably even touch your abs in real time because he can't touch a picture to feel your abs, obviously. He's obviously but I'm letting you know, he'll go crazy crazy next. Up to your imagination.

[enhani-ki]

ENHYPEN AS YOUR "HOMEBOY"

warnings : very short, maybe a little suggestive :)

HEESEUNG

your homeboy who's too naturally flirty. it happens all the time that you don't even catch it anymore—you thought you'd become numb or immune to it.

you're his food buddy. you always share bites and judge menus together.

sometimes you'll talk about something deep like fear of failure or what dreams even mean anymore—and he'll tell you how far you've come, or let's you know just how proud he is of you. sometimes you'll get shy and flustered, sometimes you'll roll your eyes, and sometimes, you just straight up cry.

"what?" he'd say, all wide-eyes and innocent. "what did i say?" "what the hell did i do?"

if it were anyone else, they'd fall for him every time.

JAY

your homeboy who shows you love through quiet actions. he surprises you with either little or big gifts like: a drink you mentioned once, a charm you saw at a stall, jewelry, or a designer t-shirt you've been eyeing nonstop. doesn't need a 'thank you' and never ever made a big deal out of anything.

jay loves taking naps with you. he's also not loud but for sure gets that random energy burst. sometimes he starts yapping, your heads would bump together because he's moving so much.

truth is, he'll probably do and give you whatever you ask. jay loves seeing you happy and he loves it more when you're comfortable in life.

JAKE

your homeboy who treats you like you're one of his beloved dogs. he loves taking walks with you outside and he's always affectionate. he touches your back or waist, sometimes he gets protective without realizing it.

jake gets those bursts of cute aggression whenever he looks at you, randomly slapping your thighs (gently?) while laughing biting his lip or biting his tongue out.

like heeseung, he's also naturally flirty.

his eyes light up and he gets excited when you let him treat you or spoil you even a little.

SUNGHOON

your homeboy who always clock your tea. he always bickers with you and nagging like you've been married to him for 15 years.

he tries to be patient but will 100% call you out when you start acting dumb or when you don't take him seriously. still, he's the one who gets worried the most for you, always checking in on you.

karaoke nights. he shows you his exclusive tiktoks. whenever he goes shopping with you, sunghoon wants you to take everything you want and he just pay for it.

SUNOO

your homeboy who matches your energy so perfectly. you're both full of genuine love and compliments, it's like a competition on who loves who more.

you do skincare or make-up together. you both take each other on dates and post cute pictures with lovey-dovey captions.

with him, it's glittery, chaotic, and lowkey kind of romantic. he's your soulmate for real.

JUNGWON

your chillest homeboy. makes sure you're fed, makes sure you both went to the place you wanted to check out, he lets you pick where to eat, and like to puts a hand in your shoulder while walking together.

he always has the best reactions whenever he listens to your rants. jungwon knows all your gossip, even knows the life story of people he's never met.

always calm, unbothered, and quietly devoted to your comfort. people are always mistaking you for a couple though.

NI-KI

your clingiest homeboy but be on some nonchalant shit sometimes, it's annoying. dramatically calls you into his room for an 'emergency' only to ask you to turn off the light because he's too cozy to move.

he runs to you when the others tease him and back him into the corner. "can you tell them i'm right?" "back me up, please? just this once?" even though you always do.

you message each other every day. he always win at every games, makes fun of you, then feel bad after.

ni-ki loves his nap sessions with you, sometimes you even wake up with his arms wrapped around your waist.

fake trips and you have no idea why. he loves it because you spoil him all the time but when it's his turn to do the same for you? it's 1000/10, chef's kiss, he knows everything you want and he'll give it to you.

note : i hope i understood what platonic means TT

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Hi 👁👅👁! So other than crk I also play other games like hsr and stuff like that so can I please get self aware hcs where the cookies hear us gushing on and on about characters from other games?

Fellow HSR player? Me too haha, fun fact actually. My main blog/account is actually a HSR based one, themed after my fav character from the game as well. A sundae for anyone who can figure it out/j

Shadow Milk Huh!? His ears perk up and he's quick to try and listen in, it's not that he's jealous, he already knows he's your favourite in this game but you play other games? Who is it, he's curious. Is it someone like him? Or a character with a different personality.

Hmm, Gallagher? After hearing you talk about him more, he's become more interested. Tarot card symbolism, he's a fictional character...within a game? And he's invited other characters to all tie in together to save a place? Now he wants to meet this Gallagher, he doubts they'd really see eye to eye but meeting someone who played a part in a bigger plan? That'll be interesting.

Though with how much you talk about him, he doubts a meeting will matter, he's getting all the information he needs from your voice. A much better way to learn about someone in his opinion (he's bias)

Pure Vanilla He's interested to hear about this other game you play, listening intently as you rant about it, well more specifically a character. He'd love to meet this character that has also peaked your interest.

What's his name? Luocha? Oh he seems like a nice ma-...what do you mean he has a God in his coffin? Well...he isn't gonna judge you at all for characters you like but he did not expect that bit of information to be true. He's a bit more intrigued by the game though, he wants to know of the other characters you seem to favour.

Hearing you talk on and on about your favourite characters makes him want to listen, he already knows most in his "game" and if he doesn't. He can easily meet them. But hearing about other games and their characters? How interesting...

Black Sapphire It takes him a moment before realising you're talking about a different game rather than theirs. He doesn't exactly mind though, now he can take what you say and talk about said character too as if they're a cookie as well. He's not technically lying, the character is real...just...not in their world.

Besides, who wouldn't want to know about a "cookie" trying to recreate a, what was it? Emanator? Ruan Mei is her name right? Her story seems fascinating and perfect to tell all cookie kind, he's sure it'll get some cookies scared and others excited and he's gonna love to see the two of them argue.

He'd listen to you talk about whichever character peaks your interest any day, he won't get jealous that quickly. Besides, he's probably heard you rant about him to your friends before anyways. As long as he still knows he's one of your favourites. It's all good.

Fire Spirit What's that? Gotta speak up, oh a new game? He wants to know all about. If it's peaked his beloved "God" interest to the point of you gushing about it. It must be amazing. And he's interested in hearing about the characters as well.

Oh that Kafka girl seems quite interesting. A woman who can't feel fear? He'd love to test how far that lack of fear goes, you said she wanted to experience it right? He'd love to show of his flames and see how much of it she can handle. Besides, he's sure you'd love to have 2 of your favourites on the same screen. You probably talk about him when you're playing that other game anyways.

He'll love to hear you talk about more characters, especially ones that seem like they'd enjoy the heat! Haha, he may not be able to meet them. Perhaps they're not self-aware like himself but oh does he want too.

Frost Queen she doesn't care at first. Not that she doesn't enjoy hearing your rambles but she doesn't exactly have any feelings towards who you talk about and the game you're now talking about. What matters to her is that you still play "her" game and favour her.

She can't help but listen to you speak of various characters backstory though, especially when it seems like the characters past has put you in distraught. Jingliu being one of them. She'll admit, her backstory is quite interesting, and she's strong. While she hasn't seen how she fights, your description shall be enough for now. She's especially interested in the Mara struck bit of her.

While, unlike most of the others, she wouldn't be actively listening to your rants, certain characters can and will make her ears perk up as she'll quickly come and see what the news is about.

[waywardxrhea]

Sólo mírame - Joaquín Torres

pairing: Joaquín Torres x fem!reader

you're an anxious flier and Joaquín comforts you

word count: 1,556

content: anxiety, thoughts of plane crashes, angst, fluff, Joaquín being a total sweetheart

a/n: this is super self-indulgent because i just took a plane trip and hated it, so out of it came my first Joaquín one shot! i just know that he would be comforting about this kind of stuff even though he's so used to it. this is also super unedited because i am and have been an anxious mess the last two weeks and just needed some comfort. enjoy :)

You had never been a good flier. The trips that you had taken across the country had been few and far between, but you remembered hating every single one of them. Hell, the last time you had flown was to Joaquín's Air Force Academy graduation ceremony!

Joaquín was the exact opposite. Clearly. He had joined the Air Force right out of high school and was just given the mantle of Falcon! The thrill he got when up in the air lit up his face, and it was hard not to share his excitement when he told you tales of dogfights and stealth missions alike.

If only that excitement could rub off on you as the two of you traversed through Miami International.

You listened with half an ear as Joaquín went on about what he could tell you about his new job. You wanted to listen, truly, you did, but the recent news of plane crashes took over your thoughts. As Joaquín animatedly talked about how excited he was to train with Sam, you pictured the wreckage of a plane in the middle of a field. As he talked about the rental place the two of you would be staying in until you could find a house, all you could think of was a flock of birds running right into the plane's engines. As he gently nudged you toward the TSA agent to show him your ID, all you could feel was nausea beginning to take over and you gagged a little as you took the step forward to show the woman your ID.

"You look a little pale, cariño. You need anything?" Joaquín asked as he steadied you from nearly falling over after bending down to put your shoes back on.

"I dunno…" you whispered, not trusting yourself to speak any louder than that at the moment.

"Hey, let's get to the gate real quick and we can figure it out from there," he said, kissing your temple gently before hooking your arm in his.

Your movement was almost zombie-like as he guided you through the airport, navigating through crowds of travelers excitedly getting ready for vacations or just coming home from long trips. Joaquín had already sat down his carry on containing his new suit before you even realized that you had made it to the gate. He sat down in one of the chairs and gently tugged on your hand, prompting you to shake yourself out of your stupor and sit down beside him.

Another kiss was placed on your temple as he put his arm around you and pulled you close, asking, "Nervous?" His tone was sincere and laced with concern as he asked it. His mom had warned him about what happened last time you flew, and he had anticipated some anxiety, but this was so unlike your usual self that he was concerned.

"Scared, more like…" you admitted, your voice muffled by his t-shirt.

"How about we try to get your mind off of it?" he asked, his hand running up and down your arm to soothe you. "Wanna catch up on one of your shows or get something to snack and drink on? Or both?"

"Food," you replied softly with a nod. "And now that we know the gate actually exists…"

Joaquín let out a hearty laugh at the comment, but nodded afterward and said, "Exactly. Now we know that. The flight is on time. There's a food court not too far from here. Let's go, mi amor."

"Thank you," you told him, snuggling closer to his chest for another minute and using the scent of his cologne to ground and calm yourself. It was something you had always done since he joined the Air Force. He would leave you with a few shirts of his while he was gone, and you would keep them close when you were really missing him. He hadn't changed his cologne much since you met him in high school, so even though there had been lots of changes over the years, that at least had been one of the constants.

The time to board the plane came quickly, between standing in line for your snacks and then stopping by a gift shop for some motion sickness pills. When the two of you got back to the gate, the woman was calling, "Now boarding Flight 2973 to DC! Priority boarding first! That is anyone who needs wheelchair assistance, those with young children, and active duty military! If that is you, please come my way with your boarding pass!"

"That's us!" Joaquín said, lacing his fingers in yours as the two of you rolled your carry-ons toward the desk.

Your heart rate picked up as you made your way toward the plane through the jetway, your grip tightening on Joaquín's hand the closer the two of you got. As you got closer, you began to hear music being played by the flight attendants. By some crazy stroke of luck, it was one of your favorite songs to get rid of anxiety. So, a small smile made its way onto your lips and you greeted the flight attendants as you passed them.

The plane had first come first serve seating, and while you were grateful that you didn't have to deal with that since you boarded first, unfortunately you had more time for your anxiety to build up once more. You hadn't even realized that you were zoned out and anxiously bouncing your leg until Joaquín's warm hand was on your thigh, putting gentle pressure on it to slow the movement to a stop. "Hey, te amo," he told you quietly, lacing his fingers in yours once more as he nodded his head toward the flight attendant who was starting the safety demonstration.

"I love you too," you whispered, voice breaking as you did.

The safety demonstration flew by in a blur, and before you knew it, the plane was speeding down the runway. Across the aisle from you, you saw someone crossing themselves a few times, and instead of it bringing you any sort of comfort, it only made the roaring in your ears worse as you tried to hold back your tears. As the plane lifted off, you quickly hooked your arm in Joaquín's and laced your fingers together, leaning your head back as you tried to control your breathing.

"Good morning everyone! Today we are expecting around a two and a half hour flight to Washington DC with some minor turbulence here and there," the flight attendant said, causing your eyes to snap open in concern as your heart rate spiked again. "The weather in DC is looking beautiful, and much cooler than it is here! So sit back, relax, and I will keep you updated on anything I need to."

Right as they said this, the plane felt like it dropped a significant amount and your eyes were snapping shut again as tears began building up. The turbulence didn't get any better over the next minute, and a sense of dread began creeping up your spine as the plane continued to violently shake.

You startled out of your panicked state when you felt Joaquín's gentle touch on your face, brushing away the tears from your cheeks as he whispered, "Hey, it's okay. This is totally normal." When your eyes opened, the drifted toward the open window and the landscape below getting smaller by the second. A dizzying feeling took over when you saw that, and Joaquín noticed the bob in your head and the heavy blink you did to try and combat the feeling, quickly turning and shutting the window before mumbling, "Sólo mírame, cariño."

You were finally able to drag your eyes away from the window shade a few seconds later, locking eyes with Joaquín's warm ones, a smile greeting you instantly as you did. His smile and concerned look were like balm on a blistering day, soothing beyond measure. You took a deep breath and leaned into his side, fitting your head into the crook of his neck as the plane rode out the turbulence for just a few seconds more.

"I dunno how you do this…" you managed to get out when things finally seemed to calm down and the plane was flying smoothly.

"Because I know that when it's done, I get to see you," he said, the smile evident in his voice.

You jokingly scoffed, teasing him, "Right, and it's not because you're a total adrenaline junkie who likes to show off."

"Ahh, that's a pretty close second," he said, a quiet chuckle reverberating through his chest. A smile made its way onto his lips as your teasing humor returned, and he mumbled, "There's my girl," as he kissed the crown of your head.

The end of the flight was filled with the same anxiety as takeoff, but thankfully, the plane landed safely and the two of you were walking hand in hand through the airport once more. As you saw the driver holding up a sign to take you to your rental house, Joaquín squeezed your hand and said, "Ready Mrs. Torres?"

You knew that your life was changing once more, but as long as Joaquín was by your side, you could take on anything, so you squeezed his hand back and nodded, telling him, "Ready."

[cantpickyourgenre]

also a Bobby resurrection would be a fun sort of set up for some Maddie/Athena/Chimney angst. at the beginning when they think Bobby is dead dead, Maddie is like euphoric. She's sad about Bobby for sure, but is also deeply deeply happy. She thought her husband was dying and all she could do for him was try and MacGyver ways to buy time over the damn phone. So now that he's safe and healthy and they're having a boy! And Chimney gets it, but he's also like, "I am in the PIT of emotions right now" so they're like...awkward around each other, both not trying to let on how they really feel because it's Too Much. It all collides with Chimney being like "Maddie, you're acting like me surviving is the only thing we should focus on, but what about the cost?" and Maddie says, "yeah, you know what? I can't think about anything else. I can't regret anything that happened if it means I get to keep you, that Jee and this baby get to have their dad. Sorry, if that makes me a bad person, but I can't." And Maddie is avoiding Athena because she feels like it's cruel to parade herself and her alive husband in front of her, especially after they just talked about strength and it was never what Maddie wanted, to see that strength tested in such extreme conditions. So she skips the funeral even though she knows in her heart she SHOULD be there. And Chimney isn't avoiding Athena, but he's also shaking like a leaf when he sees her. Because she risked her career and freedom, but she did NOT risk her husband, at least not intentionally. Her husband did that behind her back. And he wants to explain that he didn't KNOW that he would have done SOMETHING had he known. And Athena doesn't blame them, but it does hurt to look at them. She just decides she'll never see them again if she can help it, because she loves them, but it hurts. And then Bobby is back. And Athena is happy, but she's still kind of resentful, in a way she wasn't when Bobby was dead. Because it was easier to just be angry at Bobby and angry at the world and full of unbearable grief. But now she has to look at them, and deal with the fact that she's a little mad. Irrationally, maybe, but it's still there. And no one knows how to act around each other and Maddie is still just Joy Joy Joy Joy and Chimney is containing multitudes and Athena is envious and Bobby is ALIVE.

[strangelittlestories]

The true insult was not that the wizard sealed me away in a book. It wasn't even the particular book in which I ended up trapped (though that was a blow).

No, it was that I ended up imprisoned in the *marginalia*.

I didn't even have the text of the damned tome to keep me company. That wouldn't have been so bad, as it was at least entertaining. Oh sure, as histories of magic go, it was wildly inaccurate, but at least it had a few fun spells and the occasional spicy bit!

The notes in the margins had a few spicy bits too, in fairness, but it was all insipid love notes between magelings only just out of adolescence. Nothing to sink your teeth into. And those flowery echoes of library romance were the highlight, trust me. You should have seen the inane magical theories and half-completed theories that were scribbled on the edges! It was like a drunk spider had dipped its toes in ink and tap-danced across the secrets that underpinned the cosmos.

Even if I could have cast any of those incantations in my reduced chickenstratch state, I would have blown myself up and made a hole in the world to boot. Then I'd have been gone and a new cadre of my siblings would have squiggled through the gap. It doesn't bear thinking about.

And what did I even do to deserve this, really?

Is it such a crime to want to exist in a world that's real? Is it that bad to hitch a ride on a particularly esoteric philosophical concept into existence? Is it ‘evil’ to live a life in a place where *causality* and *object permanence* are a thing? Is it wicked to build a secret cult that worships the ground you wriggle on and amasses you wealth and power?

Oh, it's probably that last one, isn't it?

Look. I didn't decide how your world works. Is it my fault that gold and clout and secrets are the best levers to move your societies? You built them, not me.

“Um,” said the student wizard, quite perturbed by the rant that had appeared in the margins of the book, “All I asked is if you could help me with my questing homework?”

Oh. Yeah. Sorry. It's been a while since I had anyone worth talking to, you know?

But yeah. I can most certainly help with that. Questing? Psssh. Easy. You want hard, try keeping a secret society of power-hungry warlocks in check. You want help on a mission, absolutely within my wheelhouse.

After all, I've been quested *against* loads of times. I think I've got a really good handle on it now.

“Wow. Great!” If the young magician was perturbed by the book's words, it was swallowed by the sheer relief of avoiding an ‘F’. “Let's get started!”

Heck yeah. This'll be interesting, kid. I've never tried to *save* a world before. I'm absolutely hype. You're gonna get an ‘A’ for sure. ‘A minus’ minimum.

“That'd be really handy. I'm, uh, kinda flunking out right now. The other students don't think I'm a very good wizard.”

Hey. Don't listen to those losers. My siblings used to say I wasn't a very good demon, but what do those losers know? Here I am in a material existence - about to go on a quest, no less - while they're all still slumming it in the primeval void.

We'll show them, kid. We'll show them all.

“Yeah.” Something burned softly in the young mage's eyes. “We'll show them.”

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[alicia-18]

Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter Fourteen; Superman

"No, I'm not fuckin' doin' it." You protested before taking a large sip from your blue raspberry Slurpee. The blue stain the drink gave you around your lips and tongue probably diminished your intimidation, but you decided to stand your ground anyway. Stephan audibly sighed before putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to stare at him and not the blue eyes that was glaring over at you. 

"Baby, you're doin' it. You agreed to it back when we planned the set list, and it's too late to change it." He spoke slowly as he reiterated points he had already made four times. It was obvious he was getting frustrated at this point, but you couldn't care less in that moment. Were you being a tad bit childish? Perhaps. But your point stood that you didn't want to be near Marshall. 

"You used to perform it with him all the time." Proof tried to calm you down as he materialised beside Stephan. Your manager walked away for a moment, trying to keep his own frustrations towards you in check to remain professional. 

"Yeah but that was before-" You cut yourself off as soon as you realised what you were about to admit, which only made Proof smirk. 

"Before what?" He taunted, though gave you an innocent smile. The chances of him already knowing were high, but you weren't about to risk that. Especially because if he didn't actually know, what if you telling him made him stop talking to you? You loved the friendship you and DeShaun had built over the last few years, and he was probably one of your closest friends at this point. But who liked a married man's whore? Just the idea of Proof turning away from you made your eyes sting slightly, but you pushed the emotion away before any moisture could build up.

"Nothing." You muttered and finished your Slurpee with a frown. Proof put his hands in his pockets and rocked on his feet with a triumphant smirk. 

"You used to perform it with him best when y'all were fuckin'. So just pretend y'all are still fuckin' and it'll go great. I'm sure you can manage that for five minutes. And I'll be out there too, anytime you feel like you wanna punch him just look at me." Proof's plan did somehow bring your adrenaline down and brought logic back into the equation. He was right, of course. When you and Marshall were sleeping together, you had such a sexy and magnetic energy when on stage. The crowd ate it up and it made more people pay attention to your music. If you could just act like the you that was sleeping with him, the song would go crazy and only benefit you both. It was a worthy sacrifice, even if you wanted nothing more then to be far away from him.

"Fine. I'll do it. I can act." You went to take another sip of your drink before realising you finished it and pouted, causing a chuckle to leave Proof.

"You're obsessed with them at the minute, huh?" He nodded to your empty cup that you placed down on the nearby table. You nodded with a laugh, and ran a hand through your hair.

"Blue raspberry Slurpees and suckers are the only thing keeping me sober at the minute. They've become my new addiction." You admitted, and made a mental note to ask Stephan to get you a box of lollipops to last you for a while. 

"I still don't get why you've gone clean. You used to out drink and smoke even me." You laughed at what he reluctantly admitted and winked at him. 

"I won't be sober forever, I just want a break from it all. I keep doin' shitty things when high or drunk." Your brows frowned as you averted your eyes to your shoes, not wanting to look at your friend right now as another wave of shame washed through you. "I need to go talk to Steph anyway, I'll see ya at rehearsal." It looked like Proof was going to say something more, as a pained expression coated his face. 

He could read you pretty well after these few years, and could see how badly you were beating yourself up over your drunken night with Em. Of course Slim had told him about it, and sworn him to absolute secrecy. But he didn't view you any different, and just wished you could see you weren't the cause of any issues. Kim and Marshall were never going to work out. Kim was cheating on him left and right, they were in a severely toxic relationship that only brought the worst out in the other. But your night with Em wasn't a result of his toxic relationship. He didn't do it so he'd have something on Kim. Em told Proof it was a drunken mistake, but he knew his friends better than that. He just hoped they would stop being idiots and see it for themselves before the animosity between you both got too big to be fixed. 

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You mentally cursed the entire world as you laid yourself down on your mark whilst Em finished up a song. The part of the stage you were situated was dark enough that the crowd wouldn't be able to see you getting ready, but you could see Em's entire set. Once you were fully ready, your microphone firmly in your grip, he began speaking to the crowd. 

"Lemme talk to the ladies, I ain't spoke to them much tonight." You couldn't help but roll your eyes as the crowd screamed. It was easy to forget about just how popular Marshall was, but this sold out arena full of Slim Shady fan girls who were practically dripping just reminded you how wanted he was. He would be fine without your attention. Hell, you bet that he'd have a new girl back tonight. 

You pushed the thoughts of him in bed with a random girl away before you could think on it too hard and held the microphone to your mouth. "Superman! Save me superman, please!" You whimpered loudly, the lights finally revealing you on the stage. The crowd roared as they realised the next song and you had to fight off your smile to stay in character. The crowd was all that pushed you through this performance. You were doing this for them.

"What the fuck?" Marshall muttered in false confusion down the mic, and slid down a large pole on the stage. You tried to appear to be laying as sexily as one could lay down and continued to call for help down the microphone. After a little more crowd work, the beat to the song played and you allowed him to help you hop off the ledge you were laying on. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to get fully into character before looking back to him with slightly lidded eyes. You moaned lightly down the microphone as you gripped his hand softly and pulled him to centre stage. 

"I know what you wanna hear." He started once you were in your spots and you turned back to him, letting your hand gently fall from his. "I know you want me baby, I think I want you too." He stared straight at you, paying no mind to the crowd and grasped your waist much gentler then the last time he had in the tour bus. 

He pulled your pelvis flush against his, maintaining eye contact which sent the crowd into a frenzy. "I think I love you baby." You sang, which was different compared to your usual music but that's why performing this song always enticed people to check out your other stuff. But staring right into Marshall's eyes whilst singing that made you feel breathless. It was fine before, as neither of you felt anything toward the other besides a mutual sexual pining. But you weren't so sure on that now. You both had fallen into this weird grey area where neither of you particularly understood how you felt for the other. 

"I think I love you too." You blanked for a second, as the intensity of his blue eyes as well as the words he so seductively spoke to you lit your entire body and soul on fire. The awful feelings you had been feeling for the last two months took a seat on the back burner as such an intense wanting flooded you. Regardless to how true his words were, hearing them from his lips made you want to believe them, even if it was just for the duration of the song.

 As you pulled yourself back together, you twisted yourself round slowly so his hands slid across your middle and eventually landed on your hips again as your ass and back pressed completely against him. You could feel the intense heat from his body, as well as the hardness of his abs. Even though this was all entirely fake, it was the hottest dancing with any man ever made you feel. Your clit practically throbbed with want as he directed your hips in a circular movement, and the moan you had to fake down the microphone came out a little too real for your liking. As his lines came to an end, your body ached with disappointment as you continued like planned.

"Oh boy you drive me crazy." You looked back at him over your shoulder, your faces so close that your hot breath mingled for a moment before he had to continue.

"Bitch you make me hurl." And just like that, his touch was no longer on you and left you feeling cold. You were sure your nipples were visible through your thin shirt as the encounter left them rock hard, but you continued just like planned. Most of your input on the song involved you breathily moaning or singing down the microphone, as well as occasionally dancing with Marshall in extremely suggestive ways. The entire performance was electric, and the obvious sexual tension between you and Em was palpable. This would have a lot of people talking, but as the crowd cheered you both on with smiles, you couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck. 

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[lily-fics-11]

Teenage Dirtbag//Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

🖤 Inspired by Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

🖤Gender neutral reader (no specific pronouns used), not described as masculine or feminine (no description of clothing or hairstyle)

🖤CW: minor profanities, marijuana usage, mention of cigarette and alcohol usage, brief mention of past toxic relationship/cheating ex

Prom night.

It’s supposed to be perfect, right?

You’ve got the perfect outfit, it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.

Date? That’s where things went awry.

Your ex is shitty, shitty to the point of being undefendable.

But did they have to break up with you two days before prom? For the person you now know they had been cheating on you with?

It’s the shit cherry on top of the shit cake.

That’s when you notice Natalie Scatorccio, resident teenage dirtbag, checking you out like she always does.

Dirtbag in the sense that she comes to school drunk or stoned, cuts class, and listens to heavy metal. But not dirtbag as in a bad person, no one has ever known her to do wrong by others.

Natalie has on a deep red dress, with a sheer black overlay that has intricate black floral embroidery. She has on a choker and sheer black gloves. Her hair is in an updo, her makeup is dark and grungy.

You’ve seen her wearing Iron Maiden t-shirts at least once a week, and you have tickets to see them next Friday night, because you’re secretly a teenage dirtbag too.

Anyone who doesn’t know you would have no idea, but you listen to metal and punk all the time, they’re your favorite music genres.

If no one is looking, a cigarette is probably between your lips. Your favorite scent to wear is always on hand in case you need to cover up the scent of those cigarettes, or in some instances weed.

It’s more than a little obvious that Natalie has a thing for you, despite the fact that you’ve hardly spoken to each other. She checks you out all the time.

Scratch that, ‘checking you out’ is an insult to Natalie’s dedication to you. She admires you as if you're the most attractive person she’s ever seen in her life.

If you had been single you wouldn’t hesitate to make a move.

That’s when you remember that you are, in fact, single.

In light of that, you quickly excuse yourself from your friends.

After taking a deep breath you start making your way towards Natalie, dodging people dancing.

Her eyes go panic stricken and her jaw drops, it seems she doesn’t believe this is real. It's almost like she’s in a dream like trance, and definitely a deer caught in headlights.

When face to face with Natalie you take a deep breath.

“I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby. Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe.”

Natalie is still in awe, totally speechless. Her lips move to speak, though nothing but a gasp comes out.

“I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you,” the admission is paired with a smirk.

“I…” she starts, but her words fail her, but that’s actually the closest she’s gotten to talking to you. Ever.

“Just say yes, baby.”

“How… how do you… how do you know who I am?” It’s a little surprising to hear her speak.

The smirk on your face widens even more. “We’re in a few classes together, and baby, you’re always staring at me.”

As embarrassed as Natalie is to have been caught staring, she’s far more curious and eager.

“Why do you give a damn about me?”

“Because you’re cute and have great taste in music. That makes me want to get to know you better. So just say yes baby, and come to the Iron Maiden concert with me?”

Natalie smiles. “Yeah, I’ll come with you”.

You smile back at her, “You won’t regret it.”

Leaning in close, you whisper in her ear, “and just so you know… I’m here alone.”

“I noticed…” of course she did, she’s probably spent half the night staring at you like she always does. Not that it’s a point of contention.

“I’m single now, so the concert…. It’s a date. That's okay with you, right baby?”

Light fills Natalie’s blue-grey eyes, “more than okay.”

“Do you want to dance?” The question isn’t too firm, not wanting to pressure her when she seems so nervous. Nonetheless it's filled with your desire to be close to her.

She nods and takes your hand to lead you to the dance floor.

Her hands on your waist, your hands on her shoulders.

I’ll Stand By You by The Pretenders is playing.

Everyone and everything melts away but you, Natalie, and the music.

It’s not clear how much time passed but the dance floor starts to get more and more crowded, and you are getting bumped around left and right.

Natalie leans in and whispers “you wanna get out of here?” You smile and nod, so she takes your hand once again, more confidently this time. Giving it a squeeze, and pulling you through the crowd, then outside.

After sneaking down by the water Natalie finds a spot where no one will be able to see you from the venue, neither of you caring about the expensive prom outfits making contact with the dirt and grass.

Natalie opens her purse, and pulls out a makeup compact. When she unfolds it there is no makeup inside, just a joint and a few cigarettes.

“Pick your poison,” she smirks.

“The weed obviously,” you chuckle with a teasing eye roll.

She holds the joint out to you and when you part your lips she gently places it between them. Her fingers brush against your lips and it sends shivers down your spine.

Natalie looks beautiful, illuminated only by the full moon. Her staring made her crush obvious, but right now she looks as if being here with you is the best night of her life. Her usual stoic expression is lit up in a way you’ve never seen before, she’s got this endearingly cute, goofy grin on her face.

The hand painted lighter, black and red stripes, is brought up to the joint, and Natalie lights it for you. Holding it between your fingers you inhale deeply.

After the joint is properly lit Natalie holds your jaw with one hand and accepts the joint with the other after you are done with it. Her hand stays put as she takes a drag, her eyes on you. She is mesmerized, admiring every millimeter of your face.

Natalie slides her hand down over your neck, shoulder, and arm, to lace her fingers with yours. She’s holding the hand you would smoke with so she brings the joint right to you so you don’t have to do any of the work yourself.

“Excited for the concert baby?” You ask with a bit of a dazed smile, the weed starting to kick in.

The way Natalie squeezes your hand makes you smile even more.

“Very, I wanted to go so bad, but couldn’t get tickets. You’re a lifesaver. And the fact that it’s a date with you… I… well… I’m still waiting for my alarm clock to go off.”

“I’m happy you’re the one coming with me,” you assure her with excitement.

“Just let me know how much I owe you,” she requests, taking on a more serious tone.

“Nothing,” the answer is given in a way that makes it seem as if it should have been obvious.

Natalie raises an eyebrow and looks like she is waiting for some catch. “Nothing?”

That makes you giggle a little, though the weed is probably a contributing factor. “Nope, I’m paying for our first date. I’m driving too.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Her face is lit up from when you called it your first date, picking up on the implication of you wanting there to be more.

“I want to!” It’s given to her as a promise. “Besides, I owe you for taking so long to come around when you’ve liked me for so long,” you giggle.

“I…” she trails off, not sure how to explain herself. When Natalie is unable to find the right words “you knew about that?” comes out as an embarrassed question.

“I’ve caught you staring. More than a few times. Not that I’ve ever been mad about it,” you smirk.

“You’re not mad?” It’s endearing how she is both unsure and hopeful at the same time.

“Of course not baby, why would I be mad about a hot checking me out?” You give her a wink you hope is as cute as you intended despite the joint being well at work in your system now.

Even when the moonlight is the only thing illuminating Natalie’s face you can see that bright blush. And damn does it make her look cuter than ever. Her eyes are wide with embarrassment from being caught checking you out, but her jaw dropped when you called her hot.

Teasingly, you question her, “what?”

“It’s just… you're so…” Natalie anxiously bites her lip, struggling to find the right words but also fearing that she appears just as eager as she is.

Leaning in close, lips mere centimeters apart, you tuck a piece of her bottle blonde hair behind her ear. “Thank you baby.”

Natalie’s eyes are as big as the full moon above, she’s now more speechless than before.

Knowing she’s at a loss for words you take her face in your hands and gently brush your lips over hers to see how she reacts. Natalie doesn’t pull away so eagerly press your lips to her.

All of a sudden prom did turn out perfect.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

For the self aware DW thing, imagine if y/ns favorite toons to play as was RnD, astro and looey.

Imagine their reactions as y/n always has some praise about them

Alrighty! Lets get cooking!

Favorite to Play

Yandere!Self-Aware!Razzle & Dazzle x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Astro x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Looey x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

For awhile, Razzle and Dazzle were disappointed you didn't purchase them from the shop.

Did you not like them or something? Was something wrong with them? You seem so excited to get everyone else but don't purchase them?

Razzle hoped you were just buy with focusing on other Toons, while Dazzle just immediately assumed they were your least favorite.

Then you got their trinket. And immediately purchased and started playing as them, always having their trinket equipped.

They remember exactly what you said when you finally purchased them.

"Yes! I can get my boys now since I got their trinket! Theater kids unite!"

Your sheer excitement made even Dazzle smile for a moment.

You never hated them. You just wanted their trinket so doing runs would be easier with them.

And they were stunned when they quickly became your favorite to play.

Whether it be assisting with distracting when it was an odd-floor or extracting when it was an even-floor, you'd talk and call them 'one of your favorites to play'.

Dazzle was stunned when he found out he was your favorite of the twins (Razzle didn't mind. After all, Dazzle deserves to shine too!)

Razzle was gleeful when you actually brought the slightest of smiles to Dazzle's face when you spoke. Especially when you were happily playing the two.

Why shouldn't he be thrilled if someone as great as you can make the duo as happy as can be?

And when they hear you enjoy acting?

Well, if they're your favorite to play, you'll be their favorite actor...

"We love that you like being around us!" "(And we like being around you...)"

--☆☆☆--

You don't know why you didn't just immediately quit Dandy's World after the strange incident with Dandy.

Wait, no, you do know.

You wanted to play Astro.

And you fell in love with his playstyle.

He already was in love with you...

You loved to run around on floors as him, regenerating the stamina of anyone who needed it. Especially distractors.

Though he did get concerned when you started staying up late into the night to play the game.

But another part of him was overjoyed he was your new favorite to play. Though you really needed to get to sleep.

But still.

As long as you made sure to catch up on sleep, he would relax a bit.

And you adored not having to worry about stamina as much. As he knew, when he was a Twisted, just how much you HATED being out of stamina. Especially when being chased by a toon.

But with him, that wasn't a problem anymore. You're happy now.

...right?

"Starshine, it's getting late. You should go to bed. ..? I'm worried because I love you, that's why."

--☆☆☆--

Looey was your main distractor.

He was the first distractor you got, and he was your favorite solely because of that.

Sure, Goob and Pebble were better. Sure, you played as them before.

But Looey had a special place in your heart.

And you had a special place in his!

You just liked his playstyle. Because (at least before the Twisteds started to seem to avoid damaging you) you sucked at avoiding damage.

Sure you could outrun Twisteds, but they always seemed to have another one out of nowhere to damage you. At least before.

Heck, still now sometimes you run into a Twisted by accident and get damaged.

At least as Looey, you could help your teammates out as a distractor!

...at least until all your teammates died for some reason. Even though you were distracting.

Sometimes, the Twisteds quickly loosing aggro on you annoyed you. At least when you were distracting.

"Oh? You upset your team's dead? Shame, real shame... but don't worry! I got just the thing to cheer you up, you silly little jester! ...please don't be sad."

[imagine-it-was-us]

love me not pt.2 || Carlos Sainz

Inspiration: Ravyn Lenae x Rex Orange County "Love me not"

Author's note: So this is part2! Had fun writing this one, hope you'll like it!

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x female reader

Warnings: mentions of nsfw, drinking, ghosting, toxic relationships.

Summary: They started as a spark – fast, reckless, impossible to ignore. One night turned into something more. But when love feels like a push and pull, when you only know how to leave before you're left… how do you stay?

Word count: 2.1k+

Part1

Her stomach dropped, but she knew that the club was packed with their acquaintances so she would never let them see how deeply the situation actually stung. She didn’t storm across the club floor. She glided – controlled, purposeful, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes still plastered on her face like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn’t just seen his hands on some girl’s waist. 

Carlos noticed her the second she was within reach. He blinked like he was shaking off the blur of lights and drinks. And maybe he was trying to shake some of the guilt off too. One thing that he immediately did though was dropping his hands from the stranger dancing before him.

Y/N leaned in close, lips barely brushing Carlos’ ear, her tone syrup-sweet but laced with venom.

“Can we talk?”

Carlos didn’t say anything. Just nodded, jaw tight, and followed her to the darker side of the club, away from the stranger and curious eyes.

The second they were swallowed by shadows and bass-heavy beats, her façade cracked.

“What the hell was that?”

He didn’t pretend not to know. He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, looked past her.

“She touched me. I didn’t do anything.”

“Your hands were on her waist, Carlos.” Her voice dropped lower, sharper. “Do you usually hold strangers like that, or is that a new habit?”

He scoffed, eyes narrowing. “Oh come on, it’s not like we were fucking there. Just don’t do that. Jealousy looks awful on you.”

She was taken aback by his comment. “So this is what this is about? You’re trying to make me jealous?”

“Maybe I was just trying to see if you even care. Don’t act like you didn’t disappear last week without a word. Like you don’t keep me guessing every time we’re apart.” 

“Are you serious right now?” she hissed, stepping closer. “I’ve been showing up for you. Every GP. Every late-night call. Every time you needed me, I was there. You think that’s nothing?”

His voice was lower now too, angry in the quietest way. All his insecurities laced his words.

“You’ve been showing up when it’s convenient. I never knew if I was just… a stop between flights for you. You never said what this is. Not once.”

Her throat bobbed, but the words came out steady. “And you did? I didn’t think I had to spell it out. We were–” she paused, correcting herself.”–are something. Or I thought we were. Until I saw you wrapped around her like you didn’t have someone waiting in the corner of the room.”

Carlos looked away, jaw tightening. He hated how much this felt like before—like every time he’d let himself hope someone might stay, only for them to stay vague, unreadable. His ex had once said, “You’re too intense. You expect people to read your mind.” But he didn’t want someone to read his mind. He just wanted someone who wouldn’t leave him guessing all the time.

“And I thought maybe you’d finally tell me you wanted me. Actually wanted us. But you never did.”

She blinked, once. Then again. The lights from the club caught the shimmer in her eyes, but the tears didn’t fall yet.

“I didn’t think I needed to say it,” she whispered. “I thought you knew.”

He exhaled hard, like the wind had been knocked out of him. “Yeah. Well. I didn’t.”

And just like that, the space between them turned to ice. She shook her head and stepped back, a shaky laugh breaking through her chest. 

“You know what? You’re right. We never said what this was.” Her voice broke around the edges. “Maybe that’s on both of us.”

Carlos stayed frozen, watching her like he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how.

Her smile was small, barely there. “I need to go.”

She turned before he could say anything, and this time, she did walk away fast. Tears slipped down her cheeks, hot and silent. He watched her go, back into the neon haze, knowing full well he should’ve stopped her. But he stayed rooted to the spot, jaw clenched and hands curled into fists like holding on to his pride would somehow hurt less than holding on to her.

What neither of them realized was that the events of that night wouldn’t mark the end of their story. If anything, they cracked something open—just wide enough for all their old patterns to creep in like smoke under a door. Unseen, but impossible to ignore.

They didn’t talk about what had happened at the club. But they didn’t stop talking.

Carlos broke the silence two days later with a photo of another skyline – burnt orange bleeding into nightfall, a captionless whisper of connection sent straight to her phone.

She stared at it for too long before replying:  “I do love a dramatic sky.”

And that was the unspoken deal. They would never define it. Never name it.  Because naming it would make it real – and real meant it could break. So they stayed in the blur.

She’d see him in paddocks, sunglasses on, attention split between his engineers and whichever girl he had his arm loosely wrapped around. Blonde, brunette, it didn’t matter. They all blended into the same silhouette she refused to memorize.

She didn’t ask. And he never offered.

So she posted a photo of herself wrapped in some tattooed arm on a rooftop in Paris, captioned with a lyric that wasn’t meant for anyone in particular – except it was.

Carlos saw it. Of course he did. He left her on “seen.” For a whole day.

Then he’d post a blurry shot from a bar, two wine glasses on the table, someone’s nails just barely in frame. She’d block the notification from popping up on her lock screen, but she always looked anyway.

They played the game with equal skill. What they were doing was clearly wrong and toxic and maybe that is why they deserved each other. 

And in between, the pull between them stayed magnetic. Late nights blurred by alcohol and proximity would bring them back together like waves crashing against rocks. They’d stumble into each other in stairwells and hotel hallways, heavy hands and heavier silences.  Neither of them asked, “Is this just for tonight?” Because neither of them wanted to hear the answer.

They didn’t talk about who they were with last week. They didn’t talk about what they were doing. They just crashed into each other, over and over, as if the ache might finally feel like something close to clarity.

It wasn’t just the sex. It was the way he’d linger a little too long after, quietly staring at the ceiling like he wanted to ask her to stay. It was the way she’d steal his shirts, not because she liked them, but because they still smelled like him the next day. It was the quiet check-ins that proved that even though they acted like they didn’t care, deep down they both did.

They called it nothing. But it was everything.

Still, it remained unspoken. Always just out of reach. And eventually, the cycle began to feel almost safe. Like if they never put words to it, it couldn’t hurt them. Like maybe it wasn’t heartbreak if no one admitted their feelings out loud. 

Until the end of the season party. In Monte Carlo. Again.

Almost half a year had passed since the first explosion in that same city. Now the roles were reversed.

Carlos stood near the edge of the dance floor, glass in hand, body tense. The club was loud, bass vibrating in his ribs, but all he could hear was her laugh. Not the polite one she used in the media pen, but the real one. The one he’d heard pressed into his pillow.

She was dancing. Carefree. Electric. Her dress clung to her in all the ways that used to be just for him. And the guy she was with? Just hands. Hands on her waist, too familiar, too comfortable. Like he knew her.

Carlos watched, jaw tight, drink untouched. It was stupid, he knew that. He’d done the same. Hell, worse. But it was different seeing her like this. Not because she was dancing with someone else. But because for the first time, she looked like she actually didn’t need him.

And that terrified him more than anything.

The lights flashed over her face, and for a second her eyes met his. Somehow, it was all he needed to turn this around. 

It took him a couple of seconds to approach them.

“Sorry, mate, I believe she is taken,” Carlos said, his tone as steady as ever.

She crooked her eyebrow, a soft and teasing smile curling her lips.

“Didn’t know we were making declarations now,” she said, voice light, but her eyes flicked with something deeper. There was a flicker of disbelief that he was actually doing this.

Carlos stood close enough now that the guy got the hint and backed off, hands raised in amused surrender. She didn’t stop him. Didn’t even look at him again. Her gaze was locked on Carlos.

He leaned in just enough that no one around them could hear, his breath warm against her ear.

“You’re not taken,” he said, his voice low, roughened by something like nerves. “But you should be.”

Her smile faltered. For the first time tonight, it wasn’t playful. “You don’t get to say that now.”

“I know,” he said. “But I’m saying it anyway.”

She studied him, every line of his face, the flush on his cheeks from drinking – or maybe from dancing with jealousy too long.

 “You said nothing for months, Carlos.”

“And you didn’t ask for anything either,” he snapped, a little too quickly. Then, slowly putting his hands around her waist and pulling her a little closer, he carried on, voice now softer, as if proximity helped calm the temperament down. “I didn’t know if you wanted more. You always looked like you could leave me without looking back.”

Even though her brows pulled together, she still flung her arms around his neck, one palm tangling into his hair like muscle memory.

 “That’s not fair. It takes two to tango.”

She hated how much of herself she’d already handed over to him. In moments, in trust, in all the quiet ways that don’t scream “love” but whisper it loud enough to hurt. Every time she left his hotel room, it felt harder. And deeper. And more terrifying.

“No,” he agreed. “It’s not fair. None of this has been. I’ve been with other people. You’ve been with other people. We pretended it was fine, because neither of us wanted to be the one to say it first.”

She blinked, like something sharp had been said without warning.

“So say it now.”

Carlos hesitated for a split second, then took a breath like it was the only way to get the words out.

“I want it to be you. Only you. I’m done pretending I don’t care when some guy’s hands are on you. I’m done acting like it doesn’t kill me when you smile at your phone and it’s not me.” His jaw clenched, voice thick. “I miss you even when we’re in the same room. That’s not casual. That’s not nothing.”

The silence that followed felt deafening.

Her throat bobbed with the weight of her own unsaid things. She swallowed, voice trembling just slightly when she finally spoke.

“I didn’t want to say it first because I was afraid you’d leave. Because people always do when I start needing them too much.”

“I’m not like the guys you dated before,” he said, eyes dark and certain.

“No,” she whispered. “You’re worse.”

Carlos laughed softly, a little breathless.

“I deserve that.”

“We were both cowards,” she admitted and smiled when she felt his arms gripping her waist even tighter.

He nodded. “But I’m done running.”

She looked up at him, really looked at him. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he said. Then, after a beat, “Say it back.”

Her eyes welled up. Not from sadness – from relief. And that scared her just as much.

“I don’t want to do this with anyone else.” She minimized the distance between them to the bare minimum. “I’m yours, Carlos. No more games. No more stories.”

The music thudded around them, bodies moving in time, but they were still – a moment carved out of chaos, quiet and private.

She wasn’t sure what came next. Only that she didn’t want to go into it alone anymore.

Carlos rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed like he was holding something fragile.

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And I’m yours.”

And this time, they didn’t let go.

Next part

@iloveallmyboys

[gotwcird]

'babe, you are the thing.' ripley didn't know how their cheeks could flush even more, but they did apparently. hot and giddy and undeniably adding to the fluttering in their stomach. how were they not supposed to when he was saying things like that? didn't know what else to do except hit him lightly, just over one of his pecs, their smile growing wider and wider. "you're talking like that as if you don't prance around half-naked all the time. how was i not supposed to imagine things?" how were they ever supposed to feel normal about jamie now too when he seemed to respond so positively to everything they did too. grounded them down onto him, made them feel like they were always supposed to be there, pressed into him.

"i'm sure. i'm ready," they confirmed, meeting jamie's gaze with something firm, leaned back into his forehead too. knew he was being serious, but also knew not only that they wanted it, but they could take it. hungered for it. "i want to be . . . ruined by you, jamie." ripley had imagined it so much even in their time of refusing to admit it to themself that they weren't going to back down. was too deep in right now, found no use in building back up to it. why hold back when they knew he could do as promised? as they needed? they nodded before kissing back, naturally conceded to him, a murmur of heat returning to spread throughout them. was happy to let swipe his tongue against theirs possessively, moaned softly from the heated contact. they took in a deep breath when they drew away, nodding at his words. "as long as you're okay with biting," they offered lightly, but looked at him solid to make sure he knew they weren't joking. "i, uh- i tend to do that." especially if jamie was going to work into them like he was promising.

ripley was mindful though as they finally rose up on their knees, unplugging themself from jamie's cock for now to follow his instruction. let out a gentle hiss from the feeling of being empty again, hated it. was eager to have him inside them again. carefully, they rolled over, lying on their back now, all whilst never letting their gaze leave jamie. took him in, all of him, felt their heart thunder in their chest from the anticipation. how their cunt pulsed slowly between that, everything in them stirring with emotions that were all at once heated and eager. he was so pretty, he really was. but they stopped themself from saying it again. didn't want to become a broken record yet. plus, ripley could just about make out how this new positon made his cum slide down to their ass, which just egged them on to open their legs up wide so it was clear for him to see.

Jamie couldn’t stop grinning. There was something addictive about the way Ripley lit up at his confession. Like they couldn’t quite believe it, even after all that. Like they didn’t already know the way he looked at them across the kitchen when they were making coffee in his shirt. Or how his gaze lingered whenever they yawned and stretched, all sleep-mussed and soft on the couch beside him. “A thing for you?” Jamie repeated, smirking. “Babe, you are the thing. You walk around this apartment in my hoodie, hair a mess, and you expect me not to be obsessed?” He watched the blush rise up their neck, the smile they tried not to let stretch too wide. And then they gasped, that gasp, the one he was already addicted to, when he ground into them, just a little. The sound went straight to his dick, made him throb deep inside their warmth, made his hand slide possessively along their waist, anchoring them to him like they belonged there. Because fuck, they did. Jamie’s mouth met theirs again, hungrily this time. He kissed them like he was claiming something, like now that he had them, he wasn’t about to let go. And when they finally pulled back, panting out “You can be rough with me… Use me however you like”? Jamie’s breath caught. His fingers tightened slightly on their hips. A shiver of something darker, deeper, skated up his spine and settled in his gut like a spark catching dry leaves. Their words gutted him in the best fucking way, how much they trusted him, how much they wanted to give. “Jesus, Rip,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked at the same time. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He leaned in, pressed his forehead against theirs, eyes boring into theirs with something unspoken, but heavy. “You’re sure?” He asked, even though their eyes were already saying yes a thousand ways. “Because if I do this, if I let that side of me out, you’re not walking straight tomorrow.” His voice dropped, all gravel and heat. “You’re gonna be begging, crying for it. You ready for that?” And then, even softer, a thumb brushing over their cheek, a little grounding before the storm, “You say ‘stop’ and I stop. You pull back, I’m right there. Always.” He kissed them again, slow and deep, tongue curling possessively around theirs before pulling back just enough to whisper, “Now lie back for me, sweetheart. Gonna show you exactly what rough means when you’re mine.”

[nyan-bynary]

I'm gonna have to wait out a few weeks to be able to complain about jjk's ending bc rn half the ppl are bashing everyone who expected more as ppl who just wanted gojo back

[snekdood]

You fucking idiots dont fucking get it. ive been taking care of plants since i was 14. Ive tried FUCKING EVERYTHING. Fungus gnats are just apparently gonna exist around me no matter what i do or try, apparently just like these yerfs who also seem to be breeding like maggots.

[madamechrissy]

Pornstar Satoru

Pairings- Pornstar Satoru x shy f!reader

Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation, mentions of drug use, weed smoking, Gojo has an OF hehe, lots of longing, pining, Satoru can't get hard if it's not you, whipped ass Satoru - is now a full fic, taglist closed loves 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Pornstar Satoru is one of the most famous pornstars there are, hence him constantly wearing jet black shades and hoodies at times, he never knew just who he'd run into that would recognize him. Whether it's his flicks or his OF - he's the top .01 % - he gets a lot of notice, especially in bustling LA. But, he loves what he does, he especially loves watching his abs flex in the camera as he hits one of his lovely costars from the back.

Pornstar Satoru loves making the costars and girls he collabs with actually cum, where they're shaking and squirting all over his latex covered cock. Not that fake shit like he watches them do with other men- no Satoru makes sure to slam that curved tip against their cervix, to roll his thumb right on their clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Perhaps that's the secret to how famous he really is, along with his good looks.

Pornstar Satoru makes so much money from each shoot and is in high demand, so he can have whoever he wants as a co star. They line up to have a chance at him, watching his videos and aching for a chance to feel his cock hitting them deeper than damn near anyone could hit, to say they got to shoot with the Satoru Gojo. This just makes Satoru fuck them harder, smiling right at that camera, as women dream it's really them that have captured his pretty blue eyed gaze.

Pornstar Satoru thinks it's a pretty damn good life, being rich for fucking beautiful women on camera, as he's inhaling a blunt after a threesome shoot with his best friend - and often costar- Pornstar Suguru, as they talk about who got the girl to squirt more, right in the middle of a bouguie party in East LA. Suguru let's out a throaty laugh, while Satoru narrows his blue eyes. 'I had her cumming so hard she was shaking' he says, taking a hit and handing it back to Suguru. 'Nah, that was all for me, did you see...'

Pornstar Satoru stops listening when he sees you enter the room, completely out of place at the coke filled, booze filled party, wearing a pair of black glasses that cover half of your pretty face, and a little nervous look as you stand there, in a cute white pleated skirt and a big oversized sweater. Satoru smacks Suguru on the shoulder then and he coughs up smoke. 'Shit what is it?' Satoru looks back at you, when you're handed a drink, some guy flirting as you look down shyly. 'Who's she?' Suguru blinks a bit curiously. 'I don't know, she's pretty though'

Pornstar Satoru scowls at Suguru who snorts in laughter then. 'Satoru we don't have 'girlfriends' and she... looks like a good girl' your eyes catch his then, across the room, like something shifts as you smile sweetly, before peering at your phone, biting your lip in concentration. 'I'm talking to her' Suguru chuckles as he watches his friend, and Satoru feels his heart race when he comes too close to you, something he can't say he's felt, even pleasing countless beauties, nothing has quite altered him as your sweet turn of lips, as you look down at your converse, so out of place you're fucking adorable. 'Hey sweetheart... Satoru Gojo' he says, introducing himself with ease, expecting you to maybe notice him, get starstruck, fuck women get wet just near him, but you simply grin, and your name whispers through his mind when it spills from your lips.

Pornstar Satoru has you sitting with him later, you fall into easy conversation, you're a little gamer nerd, you love science and the environment, he just bets you were head of your ecology club in college, which you quickly confirm, all while you're in awe of just how beautiful this man is. He's sweet, he's sexy... you feel he shouldn't even be talking to you. You're pretty but... he's experienced so clearly, by every way he moves, he's worldly, so confident, and you've never really left this little part of LA, but the two of you can't stop talking, to the point you forget what brought you here.

Pornstar Satoru laughs with you, as you're sitting side by side, and he lights up a blunt, leaning back on the burgundy couch on the outskirts of the party, inhaling it deep into his lungs. 'Want a hit, sweets?' he murmurs, you take it nervously, putting it to your lips and inhaling a bit, before coughing, covering your mouth. Satoru chuckles, 'you're cute' earning your cheeks heating up. 'Can you tell I don't do this?' you're nervously tapping your leg now. 'Yeah, what does bring you here, doesn't seem your...' 'my scene?' he nods then. 'yeah, that.'

Pornstar Satoru watches avidly as you sip on your drink, wincing at the strong liquor. 'Well, my friend invited me over, but she's running late' Satoru grins now. 'Party time is different, everyone comes late, that's on time. About fifteen minutes late' 'oh no I came early!' you smack your own forehead, giggling along with him. 'Are you like... a model, or an actor?' you ask, eyeing him and his baby blues, the cheekbones so perfect, those lips that wrap the blunt again. 'You could say I'm a bit of both,' he muses, then spits out his drink when you ask 'what are you in!?'

Pornstar Satoru coughs just a bit, he's never been ashamed of what he does, but he's nervous for some reason to tell you. Why, he doesn't know. 'I'm... into some indie flicks' you brighten up then. 'Oh, let me know, I love lowkey films! I bet you're great' Satoru sighs, gulping down the rest of his drink and eyeing your cup. 'Want more?' you frown now, maybe you're asking too much, or offending this actor that you don't recognize him!? You nod, the amount of people around you making you press against this friendly, pretty white haired stranger just a little more.

Pornstar Satoru has another drink, eyeing the sea of bodies undulating in the extravagant mansion, and soon the two of you are dancing together you're cute and so awkward, Satoru's enjoying this far, far too much. He has plenty of costars and fans come up to the two of you, but he's too interested in showing you how to move your hips to pay them any mind, when finally your friend comes. Satoru instantly recognizes her, she's a pretty famous co star he's collabed with on her Onlyfans not long ago. When she sees you giggling and enjoying yourself so much, she damn near drags you away, making Satoru curse.

Pornstar Satoru eyes you when your friend whispers in your ear- 'you really don't recognize him!?' you blink curiously, looking at him more closely. 'Should I?' she sighs then, eyeing Satoru up and down. 'He was in my OF videos, we collabed' you heat up furiously then. 'I never watched your videos! I just subbed to be supportive!' she giggles. 'You're so cute, I thought you at least watched some?' you shake your head nervously. 'I don't really watch, is he... like an OnlyFans guy?' Satoru is back over with Suguru now, while you sip your drink, feeling your body warm up. 'He's the top pornstar there is, the collab was like a dream. He's really sweet but you should know is all, you're kinda...' you glare. 'kinda what?' she giggles again. 'you're just... sweet, emotional, is all'

Pornstar Satoru expects you to be done with him once you find out, after all you just seem innocent, uncorrupted for this city, not the kind of girl to be at this party where lines are being snorted off bodies, and people are naked and jumping in the pools, a heady, wild atmosphere. But you smile at him, as you murmur - 'he's sweet?' to your friend. She nods then. 'He is, but just know... he doesn't date so, it'd only be physical' you frown at that now, that's not something you think you can do, you're about as demisexual as it gets, hence your very limited experience. 'He doesn't date at all?' Your friend gently touches your shoulder. 'No, love, I'd hate to see you hurt'

Pornstar Satoru catches you before you leave later that night, when you are just feeling too out of place, his big hand wrapped around your delicate wrist, earning you looking up at him. He can't stop thinking how pretty your eyes would look rolled back, how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock, as you relax a bit, turning and looking up. 'Headed out already?' he asks softly, you flush as you remember just what he does for a living, your friend had just described his cock in far too vivid detail. 'It's not really my thing, but I'm glad we met, Gojo' you smile so cute then, leaning up and pecking him on the cheek, his arm wraps your waist as he leans down, inhaling that sweet vanilla scent cloying to your skin.

Pornstar Satoru pulls you in closer, blue eyes staring under snowy lashes. 'Can I... get your number?' Satoru has never asked for a number a day in his life, but he delights in watching you shift nervously, nodding as you tuck your hair behind your ear. 'Yeah, I'd like that' he exchanges numbers, tilting your chin up then, watching the way your eyes dilate, the color spread on your pretty cheeks. 'She told you?' you clear your throat, nodding a bit, still being captured by his fingers. 'I don't judge at all, Gojo, I'd still like to be... friends...' your whisper is met with the most subtle kiss on your lips, shooting desire hot and heavy until Satoru releases you, plump lips smirking- 'sure, sweets, we can be friends'

Pornstar Satoru can't get you off his mind, the feel of your skin on his, the sweet sigh against his lips. He is on a big shoot and - the Satoru Gojo that never gets soft - is having trouble keeping it up, to the amusement of his costar Pornstar Sukuna. Satoru scowls at his comments, just picturing your sweet lips against his for that brief moment. A man who just fucks and fucks, and doesn't feel, is hung up just on some fucking kiss. He has to take a break after pleasing his costar with his fingers, she's cumming so much she doesn't notice, but the directors wonder why he's off. He's in his own dressing room, eyeing the phone, hands shaking as he decides to type a message - 'could you give me a picture, sweets, to save as your caller id?'

Pornstar Satoru finds his cock is right back on hard when you send one quickly, just a cute selfie with a little peace sign, but he sees your glossy fucking lips, the teeth indentations he aches to rub the tip of his cock on, along with just a hint of your breasts. Your nipples press against the thin material of your little tee shirt- Pokemon, he notices, smiling- his cock throbbing. 'Can I get one too?' you're biting that lower lip nervously as you ask, getting a picture of him shirtless then, doing nothing to stifle the curiosity in your mind, your heart racing as you seee his body. 'You at a shoot?' you ask in the messages, he hesitates before answering - 'yes' - and somehow you feel jealous of whoever his costar is. You message a - kill it, Gojo! - despite the feeling in your tummy, little do you know you're drowning his fucking mind when he performs later, feeling the star squirting all over his latex covered cock.

Pornstar Satoru can't stop texting you that week, he can't even get hard if he doesn't look at that picture, and you can't stop your curiosity, when you friend mentions he's doing a live stream. Since Satoru can hardly perform, he's decided to masturbate on live cam, in minutes making more than he'd make in a shoot, all while having your picture propped up. People are chatting, watching, dollars by the hundreds being tipped every moment, fuck he's making way more than he usually would, and he can think of you. He laughs softly, abs flexing as he hits the right angle, reading the comments, making you dripping wet, this isn't what you do!?

Pornstar Satoru is stroking his wet, slick cock that's glistening, up and down with his huge hand, and you feel your pussy clench, breath coming faster, unsure whether to look away or keep staring, meanwhile he's picturing you in all sorts of positions, on your knees, a fucking mating press. He's shutting his eyes for a moment, grinning as the viewers go crazy. 'I know, it's pretty, huh?' he spits right on that long, veiny cock of his, pinching his pink tip and whining, white lashes fluttering open right when he sees a familiar name enter the chat.

Your name.

hehe it'll be a FULL FIC not a drabble/oneshot - link above

[indighostoast]

been debating on what to say for longer than i've expected, going anon for this ( although i mayyy suspect you may already know who i am just by my writing style but- welp! xd ) ; if i say anything even remotely wrong, you are free to ignore this ask /gen

you're enough. i think one big step is learning you don't have to be enough for everyone else because it's impossible to do that. you can't please everyone, you can't not please everyone aswell ; 8 billion people in the world, it's almost destiny that atleast 100 of them will be bothered by your existence, and other 100 will not.

although, it's okay to feel that way. it's okay to feel like you have to please everyone, to feel like you have to make everyone happy, to feel worthless if that's not the case. it's okay and you're allowed to feel that way. you are not to blame for feelings that you cannot control.

i won't say i understand, but as a fellow people-pleaser, i can say that i can atleast get the feeling. and i want you to know that it's okay. feel free to open up, to be vulnerable, to cry, to feel worthless, to feel like you're not good enough, to feel like your entire existence is entitled to only making people happy - you're allowed to feel all of those things and more. that's okay.

embrace those feelings instead of shoving them away, be kind to yourself by allowing yourself to just feel. it's okay.

it's so easy to just say you're worth, but you're not gonna believe me if i say you are. so i ask you to say those things to yourself instead, and the multiple times you feel like that's just luck, or you're being a fraud ; that's when you know you're doing great. that's when you know you are worth much more than what that voice in your head tells you.

your worth as someone is much more than what your acchievements tells you ; accept yourself as someone who is allowed to feel, to mess up, to regret, to cry, to be successful, to be kind to oneself, to feel and be all of those things and more.

that can be quite hard to do, but look how far you've gotten. you're still here, aren't you? easier said than done, i know. and it won't get easy, not even one bit - but, and i mean it genuinely : you got this. you genuinely got this.

not sure what to say anymore, so i'm just gonna say that i'm here if you wanna talk. my dms are open for you , and i will be there to give my support to you just as much as i can.

<- sincerely, a moot.

...

hey. thanks. /gen

I'm surprised that you even bothered to write out the message. it's odd because I had a weird thought of "they'll just ignore it"/"I want someone to notice this."

I'm still here. Yeah. That is something.

(Holy shit you made me cry with this /gen /pos)

I think I've grown relatively desensitized to people caring about me (not because of them, but because I've truly forgotten what it's like to have someone actually comfort you, especially when said person barely knows you.) but I seriously, seriously appreciate people (like you!) that bother to send me messages like this.

it does help make things better. like- seriously.

(still somewhat in shock because why would anyone care about how I'm doing and take time out of their day to write or do anything for my sake?) but I want to say this did make me feel a lot better. not okay, but a lot better. /gen /pos

be kind to yourself. now hang on a minute didn't I write something literally about this-

oh. i guess i'm just not taking my own advice.