#dude come on you got it right the first time you sent me a message just check the previous conversation you can do it!!!

[subbmissivesuccubus]

No secrets around here ~

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Summary : Satoru and Suguru find out that their sweet, seemingly innocent girlfriend writes smutty fanfiction. They decide to make her fantasies come true while also making sure to teach her that keeping secrets from them have consequences <3

Contains : Fem reader. Established relationship. Degradation. Threesome M/M/F. Gojo and Geto being mean but with love. A bit meta.

“Dude- Suguru- SUGURU!”

“Stop yelling, Satoru.” The raven-haired man whined, rubbing a hand over his face as he was barely awake, “You better be dying if you’re calling me at 3 in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll wanna hear what I say.”

“Get to the point.”

“Ok, so you know how every time we visit our cutie, she’s super protective of her phone?”

“…Yeah.”

“And how she immediately shuts her laptop close if we walk in?”

“…Yeah.”

“I found out why. I just sent you a link.”

Satoru hung up and Suguru groaned, looking his phone annoyance before the ding of a message received rang out. He raised an eyebrow as he read the message, the link opening upto a website called…tumblr? He was aware of the site but it never interested him enough to truly put any effort into finding out more about it. He also knew of the concept of fanfiction (thanks to a certain someone) and knew that Tumblr had a lot of creators posting their fanmade content.

But he had no idea it was…something like this.

Reader is being a brat and gets put in her place – Fem Reader X Demon Slayer men.

Where the men of One-Piece love to cum <3

Dick headcannons, a.k.a. who among the Honkai men are packing~

Suguru scoffed as he scrolled down the posts, surprised at how lewd this author was. Their writing was filthy and degenerate yet written fairly well. If he wasn’t so sleepy, Suguru was sure he could jerk off to a story or two. The comments under the posts were just as feral, people going crazy over the fanfictions, often proclaiming their desire to be with these…fictional men? He didn’t quite understand it but who was he to judge.

He paused as he read the title of a post, letting out a hum as the title hit a bit close to home.

Reader gets pounded roughly by her two boyfriends.

It was a post with thousands of notes which got Suguru curious. He clicked on the tag labelled #two boyfriends and was surprised to see several stories written by the author of the reader having two lovers and their sexual escapades together:

Reader gets both her holes stuffed with cock. Or the two boyfriends compete to see who can get her to squirt first. Reader is spanked silly and can’t sit properly for days. As punishment, the two boyfriends overstimulate the reader for hours, making her cum over and over again even as she begged them to stop.

The list went on and on and on, making the blood rush to Suguru’s cheeks at how raw and filthy and…desperate these fanfictions were.

His phone dinged, a message from Satoru which reminded the black-haired man of how he wound up here to begin with. So there are some smutty fiction online, but what does it have to do with you? He could only come up with one conclusion but…that couldn’t be it. Right?

Satoru <3 : Did you see all the two boyfriends fics?

Me : Yeah. You’re not saying that…she wrote all of this, are you?

Suguru waited with bated breath as the three dots danced on his screen, Satoru typing out the answer. You were someone who refused to even curse in daily conversation! There was no way… He choked as he got a response, Satoru simply saying:

What do you say we show our baby how much better her real boyfriends are?

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“Boys!” you whined as Suguru and Satoru stuck close to you, one on either side, “I’m trying to cook here!” “We’re not stopping you!” Satoru said with a pout as he placed his cheek on top of your hair, “We just wanna be close to our baby. Is that so bad?” “Exactly.” Suguru purred as a hand came up to wrap around your waist, pressing himself close to you, “Is loving you such a crime?”

You rolled your eyes at their theatrics. One thing worse than having one dramatic boyfriend would be having two. Not that you were complaining, of course. How on Earth could you be upset over having the two most powerful sorcerers be your lovers? It sometimes felt like a dream- that these two had fallen in love with you and were over by your place for a domestic night of homecooked food and movies. They were more clingy than usual, a hand or lips always on your body at all times. You caught them exchanging glances with each other once in awhile but you simply ignored it. It wasn’t the first time your men had this telepathic communication going on between them. As long as they weren’t planning on pranking you, you decided to simply focus on the meal you were cooking.

“So, babe,” Satoru purred as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re on Tumblr a lot, right?”

You scoffed, “You know I am. Why’d you ask? You finally wanna join?”

“I sure do!” he responded, “And if you had told me about all the porn that was on that website, I would have joined sooner.”

“Porn?” you repeated, confused, “What are you talking about? It doesn’t allow-”

“All of that smutty fanfiction- I was up all night reading them!”

You froze, hoping that the two of them didn’t notice. “Oh, uh, yeah there’s a lot of that.”

“And, you know, we found this…writer.” Suguru said, his voice dripping like honey as his hand ran up and down your waist, “Who writes the most…filthy things. Degradation, spankings, brat taming, not to mention threesomes between two men and a woman. Kind of similar to us, right?”

You gulped, trying to focus on your food even though your mind was running a mile. Did they know? How did they find out? You were so careful of your things! You always made sure to have an eye on your phone and laptop so how did they…

“Well, only the threesome parts.” Satoru said, “We’re not nearly as kinky as the people in those stories. We could be, of course, but we wouldn’t want to scare our baby with how…intense we can be, right?”

“Of course.” Suguru purred, leaning forward to kiss your temple, his lips soft against your skin, “Our sweet princess is so innocent and vanilla. How on Earth can we treat her like the girls in those smutty, dirty stories? We have to make love to her like the Queen she is. There’s no way our baby would like to be punished or have her pussy filled until she’s bred.”

“Exactly.” Satoru said, noting the way your breathing was quickening, smiling as he saw your ears turn red, “Unless…there’s something she’s not telling us.” You gasped as his hand trailed down your back, making you shiver before it landed on your ass. You mewled as he grabbed a cheek harshly, his fingers digging into your plush skin, both of them so close to you that you could feel their hot breath against your burning face.

“So, sweetheart.” Suguru said, a twinkle in his eye as he turned off the heat of the stove, gently taking your utensils out of your hands, “Anything you’d like to share?”

You gulped, Satoru squeezing you greedily and making it difficult for you to form sentences, “H-How did you find out?”

“Well, I might have peeked at your phone when you left it unlocked yesterday.” Satoru confessed, “I wasn’t planning on looking but when I saw the notification of someone begging you to write more of your threesome content, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

“Our baby has such naughty fantasies,” Suguru said, not giving you a chance to respond “But she kept it all to herself like a bad little girl. Why didn’t you tell us?” he leaned down to nibble at your ear, loving the cute yelp you let out, “Did you think we’d judge you?”

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, face so red it felt like steam was coming out your ears, “It’s…embarrassing- ah!” Suguru moved downwards and kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive patch of your skin, making you cry out loud. Satoru pouted before he let go of your ass, only to swing his hand down and give your butt a sharp slap, making you yell loudly.

“We could have been fucking you like the dirty slut you are, but instead, we held ourselves back because we didn’t want to scare you off.” Satoru growled, his hand making its way to your hair, grabbing a handful before he pulled harshly. You gasped as your head was tossed back, your boyfriends face looking down on you as his grip on your hair continued to be tight and unforgiving.

“Every time we fuck you- we’ve wanted to go wild.” Suguru confessed, his large hand slipping into your shirt, making you shiver as he touched your bare skin, “So next time, just be honest and save us the trouble, hmm?”

“You’re going to make it up to us.” Satoru said, leaning down to kiss your lips, a quick peck before he pulled away, a dark look in his eyes, “Get ready. We’re making those fantasies come true.”

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Your hands trembled, instinctively tugging at the handcuffs that held you tight against the headboard. The cool metal dug into your skin, showing no signs of letting up. Hands handcuffed above your bed, naked as the day you were born, you were at the mercy of your two men and they made sure of that.

Suguru giggled at your cute little yelp as he increased the speed of the vibrator, his grip of the wand tightening before he pressed it down harder on your clit. You screamed around Satoru’s cock, the man’s dick shoved down your throat, making you gag. He was practically straddling your head, knees on either side of your shoulders while Suguru sat between your spread legs, their eyes greedily taking in your nakedness.

“Yeah? You like that?” Satoru asked, looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face, sweat dripping down his brow. He was naked, veins throbbing in his arms as he gripped onto the headboard tightly, rolling his hips into your face, groaning at the sensation of you trying your best to take his fat dick. “You like that vibrator on your slutty little pussy, don’t you? Hmm? Like having my cock down your throat?” he asked, pausing his thrusting for a second to fully press his cock deep inside you, laughing as he felt you gag loudly around him.

“Oh, she loves it~” Suguru purred, dick aching in his boxers (wearing nothing but his underwear) as he ground the wand vibrator against you, mercilessly attacking your clit, “Her cunt is dripping~”

“Poor baby~ You must be so pent up since we’ve been making love to you like you were a princess. Guess we have to fuck you like a whore, hmm?” Satoru asked, biting his lower lip as he started thrusting into your mouth again. His muscles tensed, tossing his head back to moan as your sweet little tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, his heavy balls pressing against your chin every time he thrust.

“Stay. Still.” Suguru said with a click of his tongue as one arm gripped onto your knee tightly, the other still torturing you with the vibrator, “Keep moving your legs like that and I’ll punish you.”

You whined, your sounds taken by Satoru’s member, your body getting overstimulated. With a fat cock down your throat and Suguru playing with your pussy, you couldn’t help but start trembling, trying to push your legs together to give yourself a break from the onslaught on your cunt- but Suguru was having none of that.

He ignored your yelp as he pulled the vibrator away, taking away your pleasure so suddenly. But you barely had time to process that as he raised his hand and brought it down on your pussy, giving it a harsh, tight slap. You screamed from the pain, the vibrations of your mouth making Satoru moan as Suguru started spanking your pussy again and again. Slap after slap rained down on your cunt, the raven-haired man holding one leg tightly by the ankle while pushing away the other with his knee, truly keeping you spread as he spanked your pussy.

Your whole body writhed from the pain, the stinging sensation of Suguru marking your puffy pussy lips red. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs even more, your torso tossing and turning, Satoru giving you some mercy as he gently pulled his cock out of your mouth.

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your gasps and coughs, and crying as Suguru slapped your cunt so hard it made you dizzy for a second, “Please- no more!”.

“No more what?”

“No more spankings- P-Please! Please don’t s-spank my p-pussy!” you begged, ears turning red from the embarrassment. You heard Satoru giggle above you, the man clearly more sadistic than you ever imagined as he tugged at his member, enjoying the scene of his best friend breaking you down perfectly. Even him touching himself right in front of you was torturous, your eyes homing in on the precum dripping out of his red tip, his cock covered in your saliva.

“I thought you liked it, baby.” Suguru said, taking some mercy on you as he gently rubbed your cunt, easing some of the burn, “Your characters get their pussy’s spanked so often. Don’t you feel bad for them if it hurts so much?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know.” You sobbed, “It hurts- fuck- but it hurts so good!”

“Fuuuck Baby!” Satoru groaned, gripping the base of his cock tightly, his face red and excited, “Almost came from that~ I love seeing you look so pathetic for us.”

You whimpered, turning your face to feel Satoru’s warmth as he gently wiped a tear away from your eye. Suguru chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss to your cunt, your skin hot against his lips. Your back arched as he ran his tongue up your pussy, the man groaning as he tasted your slick, drinking you down like a drug.

“Oh~ I want a taste of that pussy too~” Satoru purred before he changed his position. Your eyes widened as he turned around, adjusting himself so his cock was once again over your face only now, he was facing your pussy in a classic 69. “Open up, princess.” He said, smirking as he pushed his cock into your mouth just as you opened your lips, “Suck my cock while we- oh yeah- play with this pussy~”

Satoru grabbed the back of your thighs, holding onto you tightly as he dipped his head between your legs, Suguru moving out of the way so his friend could mouth at your pussy. You squealed around his cock, the man already starting to thrust as he wrapped his lips around your clit before he sucked harshly. “Mmmph- fuck yes~” he moaned, lightly picking up the pace as he once again started fucking your throat, “This pussy is so fucking tasty~”

He opened his mouth wide and started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a lewd sound as he tortured your sensitive bud with his tongue. Not one to sit idly by, Suguru allowed his friend to tongue your cunt while he gently slid a finger inside you.

“Look at that. My finger went in so easily, baby.” Suguru said as he gently thrust the finger in and out of you, “This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

You whined around Satoru’s cock, unable to respond. But they understood. Suguru slid a second finger inside you, the slick sound of your cunt parting for him echoing through the air lewdly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers inside you just right, pussy gushing from the sensation. Satoru was still licking at your clit, giving your bud the occasional nibble to keep you on edge.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked as he watched Satoru lick you up, his own fingers drenched, your juices dripping down, “Cock in your mouth as we play with your pussy like you’re our little toy~ Our sweet little fuck toy we can use?”

Your toes curled and your muscles tensed, opening your throat up as much as possible as Satoru mercilessly face fucked you, his balls slapping against you as he chased his pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your fingers clenching around nothing as you were driven closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so close you could taste it, your mind descending into nothing but pleasure, the two men perfectly breaking you down into the slut they know you are. You fantasised about them as you wrote your fanfiction and for it to actually be coming true- you didn’t know how to handle it.

You were so close- so close! Your body tightened and your pussy clenched around Suguru’s fingers, the familiar sensation of an orgasm making itself known. You already knew this would be one of the strongest climaxes you’d experience and it almost scared you. But you were ready. You wanted this. You needed this. You needed them!

Your moans picked up the pace, getting louder and louder around Satoru’s cock, still obediently sucking him off as your body trembled. You were gonna cum! Cumming- cumming-

Only for them to stop.

You let out a scream as Satoru pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of them able to hear your shouts. You arched off the bed, your body trembling from the sudden absence of pleasure, your legs kicking at the mattress like a toddler as you writhed on the bed.

“Why? Why- I was so close- so close!” you sobbed, tugging at the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to touch yourself, only for it to be futile.

“Aww, poor princess.” Satoru cooed, kneeling over you still, his cock dripping your saliva back onto his face lewdly, “did you really think it would be that easy?”

“We’re going to edge you all night.” Suguru said, finally undoing his boxers before pushing it off, getting completely naked, “It’s your punishment for keeping your sluttiness a secret from us.”

You could barely muster up a protest as you were distracted by Suguru’s cock. His cock was just as beautiful as Satoru’s- long, thick and oh so delicious. He took your breath away everytime he got inside you, his skills rendering you a whining mess.

“If you try and cum without us knowing,” Suguru said, knowing your body like the back of your hand and well aware that you were close to your orgasm, “You’re going to be in a world of pain. Now come on. Beg for it.” He started teasingly slapping your pussy with his member, each strike making you twitch, “You know how to beg, right? Your characters beg so sweetly in your stories- I’m sure you can do it too~”

You gulped, mouth drooling and pussy trembling, their hard cocks right in front of you but refusing to get inside you. “P-Please.” You pleaded, feeling a rush of shame overcome you by uttering the word. “Do better than that.” Suguru said, his hand now on his member and lightly stroking it, showing you what you were missing out on. “I- Fuck- I need you! Both of you!” you said desperately. “Keep going~” Satoru purred, his tip just a hairs breath away from your lips, also close to orgasm, “what do you need?” “I need- fuck- I need your c-cocks!” you begged, tears in your eyes as you shamelessly conveyed your desires, “I need you inside me- I need you to fuck me!” “Good girl.” Suguru said, groaning as he finally- finally- started to push inside you, “And remember. No cumming.”

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Suguru started spreading you apart, inch after inch burying into your sopping cunt. It was a delicious sensation, his cock stretching you out wonderfully, his thick cock giving you a nice burn. Suguru hissed as his dick was enveloped in your tight wetness, the texture of your pussy walls hugging it perfectly. His balls clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last long- the feeling of finally being able to treat you like the kinky slut you were driving him to the edge. They don’t call him a pleasure dom for nothing.

Without even saying anything, Satoru took advantage of your open mouth to jam his dick back inside your mouth, laughing at the surprised yelp and loud gag you let out. “I’m close baby~” he moaned as he was surrounded by your addicting heat again, “Make sure you drink it all when I cum down this slutty mouth pussy~”

They both started to fuck you mercilessly at once. And all you could do was lie there and take it. Suguru made you wrap your legs against his waist, leaning into you as he started pounding your cunt, balls slapping against you each time he thrust into you. Your pussy was so wet and hot- the sensation like a drug as he pounded you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck- I love this fucking pussy!” he groaned, tossing his head back as he mercilessly pounded you, chasing his pleasure, “So perfect for us- so greedy and desperate- want to fucking ruin you!”

“Mmm~ I can’t wait to fuck this slutty cunt~” Satoru said between moans, fucking down on your mouth as a hand came up to spread apart your pussy lips, giving him a perfect view of Suguru fucking your hole. “Pass me the vibrator, will you?”

You yelped, knowing exactly what he had planned as Satoru got a hold of the vibrator, switched it on before he placed it against your clit. You screamed around his cock, body thrashing at the overstimulation. The toy rubbed against your clit, the speed on the highest setting, making your vision blurry as he assaulted your sensitive bud.

“Fuck- oh yeah- that’s fucking great!” Suguru moaned, the vibration of the toy giving him added pleasure as well, “she tightened around me so much- fuck- slutty little pussy!”

You were in heaven and hell. The two men were using you in such a filthy fashion, making your body tremble from the intense pleasure. Suguru was fucking you so perfectly, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust into you, your pleasure heightened by Satoru playing with your clit. He’d use the toy or sometimes even lean down to lick at your clit again, his hair brushing against Suguru’s abdomen every time he thrust forward. They were both so desperate and horny for you and it was amazing.

But, every time you were close, they’d stop.

You didn’t even need to say it- your moans and your body language was enough for them to know when you were about to cum and every time, without fail, they’d ruin your orgasm. Suguru would pull out and Satoru would stop playing with your clit, opting to slap your pussy and call it a ‘bad cunt’ as he took your climax away from you. Suguru once pinched your clit so harshly you swore you blacked out. Once they thought you weren’t going to cum, they’d get back into it.

“Oh baby!” Satoru moaned, finally reaching his climax. He forgoed the toy and instead focused on fucking your face, wanting to cum, “I’m close! Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty little minx! We’re going to have so much fucking fun with you!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you got pounded from both ends- your jaw beyond sore. With a few more thrusts, Satoru finally came. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly, his cock lodged as deep as it could go inside you. He started to cum down your throat, giving you no choice but to drink it all up. You could feel his balls clench against you as he came, his hot seed pouring down your throat, warming you up from the inside.

“Ohhh yesss!” Satoru moaned, his body shuddering as he gently thrust his hips, milking his balls of every drop, “That’s it- oh yes~ That’s a good slut~”

You gagged around him, struggling to breathe and to drink down his cum, happy to have given him pleasure but distracted by Suguru still pounding into you. You were waiting for Satoru to get off of you and give your jaw some peace but…

He once again got his face close to your pussy, resting his elbows on the mattress and his chin on his hands as he stared like a pervert as Suguru fucking your cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” Suguru asked with a laugh, his body running a bit hotter at Satoru staring.

“Mmhmm,” Satoru said with a smile before he addressed you, “Keep cockwarming me, baby. Get me hard again so I can fuck this pussy next~”

Oh. Oh God.

“Fuck- I’m close!” Suguru groaned through gritted teeth, “And she’s close too- I can feel it!”

“Yeah?” Satoru asked, rolling his hips in a circle as he leisurely enjoyed your mouth like it was a fleshlight, “Should we let her cum? She’s been such a good girl for us.”

You whined around him, feeling like this entire night was you whining, trying your best to beg around Satoru’s cock in your mouth. You could feel him grow harder inside you, the sadist loving the fact that he made you so pathetic.

“Nah.” Suguru said, sweating as he pounded you mercilessly, “Not yet.”

“You hear that, baby?” Satoru asked, “You better not cum~”

You sobbed, tears pouring down your cheeks as they decided to continue torturing you.

“You gonna cum inside her?” Satoru asked his friend, knowing him well enough to know he was about to cum. “Fuck- I want to so fucking badly but- I don’t think she deserves it yet!”  “Awww, the poor thing. She has such a huge breeding kink too!” “I know. Fuck- I’d love to dump inside this cunt and breed her but- fuck- I still think she needs to learn her lesson! Naughty little sluts who keep things from their boyfriends gets fucking punished! Oh fuck- yes- cumming- I’m cumming!”

With a shout, once again denying you your orgasm, Suguru quickly pulled out of you with the intention of finishing on you. “Fuck- Satoru!” Suguru moaned as the white haired man suddenly grabbed his member and started jerking him off. Satoru laughed at Suguru’s moans, his hand almost a blur as he jacked off his best friend, aiming the tip right at your pussy. In a matter of seconds, Suguru let out a loud moan as he came, tossing his head back as the pleasure hit him like a truck. He trembled as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, his balls clenching with each pump as he came all over your pussy. He stained your cunt white, making you whine as all of that cum wasn’t pumped inside you.

“Oh~ Look at all that cum on this pretty pussy~” Satoru moaned, letting go of Suguru to instead pet at your pussy, his fingers rubbing the cum into your skin before he collected a bit of it on his fingers to shove inside you. You gasped, body still on edge, your mind a mess of pleasure and humiliation as Satoru stuffed his friends cum into your pussy. He took some mercy on you and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying your gasps and moans as you took in deep breaths, choking on your own spit as he got off of you.

“Please!” you begged, crying and you voice hoarse, “Please- Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything!”

“Shhhh, relax, princess.” Suguru cooed as he and Satoru switched places, the white haired man settling between your legs with his cock hard once more, eager to fuck your cunt. You whimpered and cried as Suguru lied down next to you, his dick still hard and ready for more as he leaned down to kiss you, a sweet moment among all the depravity.

His hand gripped a breast, squeezing your boob as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making your body tingle from the sensation. He finally parted just as Satoru slipped his dick inside you, smiling as he watched your eyes water and your jaw drop from the sensation.

“Don’t start crying already, baby.” Suguru said, watching as your body started to bounce up and down from Satoru’s thrusts, Satoru immediately fucking you in a fast pace, “We’ve only just begun~”

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch. 3 returning the favor

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 3/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 4.5k

a/n. hope you enjoy! i really had fun incorporating a lot of the other characters in this one.

nav. ch1 :: ch2 :: ch3 :: ch4 :: ch5 :: ch6 :: ch7 :: ch8 :: ch9 :: ch10 (pending)

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|| 9:21AM Gojo Satoru sent you a photo

|| 9:22AM Gojo Satoru: Here’s our practice schedule for the week. Honestly, it’s better if you come when we do practice games or something, since on other days we just do drills or strength training, but coach doesn’t really tell us what we’re doing beforehand so would probs have to play it by ear

|| 9:27AM Gojo Satoru: Oh yeah, we’ve got a big game in three weeks on the 28th. It’ll decide if we’re automatically seeded into the top 16 teams bracket, which is really crucial if we want to eventually bring home the championship. Not sure when your assignment is due, but that would be a good official game to come to 

|| 9:28AM Gojo Satoru: Let me know as soon as you can if you want to make that game. I’ll have to ask coach to get the referee sign-off for you to be on-field during play at least a week before

You look down at all the messages he was sending you during class on a Monday morning. After he sent you that house party details post from his fraternity’s Instagram page last week, their posts kept popping up in your feed and you saw one this morning with a bunch of the guys in the frat, Gojo included, shotgunning beers until 3AM last night. You marvel at how he’s somehow not hungover beyond repair and is texting you before noon. 

Pressing and holding on to his messages, you give him little thumbs up reactions and you decide on a heart reaction for the picture he sent you of the practice schedule. Then, you set your phone down and look at the video of the men’s soccer team highlights your professor was playing from the game a week and a half ago.

“Here, here, this right here. Midfielder #24 surveyed the field, spotting #13 making a run for it down the flank. Pinpoint pass to left winger, who starts steering through defenders, but loses the ball. Then, center forward #10 steals the ball back! He steals the ball, he fucking steals the fucking ball back!” Your professor was running back and forth in front of the projector screen, his finger following the movement of the soccer ball in the video. Your heart jumps a beat when Gojo shows up on screen, with his signature #10 jersey, and some people in the lecture hall stand up in excitement with the professor. “Beelines towards the goal, and BAM! Goalie stood no fucking chance, ball sent immaculately into the back of the net. Victory for UTokyo, 2-1, in the last seconds of the game!" Your professor cheers and jumps up and down. Some people cheer with him, others sigh, others are in awe, and some simply clap. 

Another entire lecture goes by where the professor spends absolutely no time going over film photography theory and instead just talks about how soccer used to be back in his day. You approach him after class, clutching your laptop case to your chest, and it’s only when you clear your throat in front of him that he finally looks up at you from the podium. 

“Oh, y/n, how can I help you?” He asks as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

“Hey, professor. Bit of a request, could I have like two extra days for my assignment? There’s this event that I really want to use for the subject matter but it’s the day before the deadline, and I would need some time to develop my photos,” you say in the politest tone you can muster up.

“Yeah, sure. Just get it in before the end of the deadline week,” he says nonchalantly. “Looking forward to seeing it. Good work on the last one, by the way.”

You give him a smile and a word of appreciation before turning on your heel and making it up the stairs to exit the lecture hall, pulling your phone out of your tote bag. 

|| 9:53AM You: i can make it on the 28th. please get that referee permission for me

You press your lips together as you press send, and then type a bit more.

|| 9:54AM You: and thanks a lot

Your stomach is suddenly growling and you’re about to head over to the student hub when your phone starts ringing. You look down at the contact name that says Nobara and pick up.

“Hey, Nobie, what’s up,” you say as you make your way towards the heart of campus, enjoying the light breeze as the sun peeked through the clouds. 

“Where are you? Didn’t we have a Film Club meeting today?” She asks you, her tone a bit impatient. “We were supposed to discuss that collaboration with the school newsletter.”

Shoot. You forgot. These days, you were a bit too distracted by recent happenings, like Mina practically falling head-over-heels for a guy that was quite possibly the opposite of her type, the towering amount of class assignments that never seemed to end, and this whole arrangement you were trying to coordinate with Gojo Satoru. The Film Club meeting totally slipped your mind. You were supposed to head out of class a bit early to make it on time. “I’m so sorry, Nobara. I totally forgot about it. I’m unfortunately all the way on the other end of campus right now. I typed up some notes in the document, can you just run those by them? If we need anything else, I’ll reach out to them by email.” 

She sighs on the other end of the line. “Yeah. I’m not good at these conversations, but I guess as President I should be better at them anyways. I’ll let you know how it goes.” And then she hangs up. 

Mentally happy that you were at least free of one other obligation today, you prepare to make your way to the dining hall when your phone vibrates again.

|| 10:01AM Gojo Satoru: Will do, and sure thing. By the way, you free right now? Coach is having us do a practice game, probably for around 2 hours

You squint your eyes at his message, considering the opportunity. You didn’t have any other classes left for the day and were just going to grab something to eat before heading home, but now you wonder if you should make it to this practice session. He did say that you have to be flexible since he doesn’t even know exactly what they’ll end up doing before practice, so you figured this might be your only chance this week to practice capturing shots of them as they play, since it seemed like they had Tuesday & Friday off based on Gojo’s schedule picture. Unfortunately, you only brought your digital camera with you today since your film camera was too heavy to carry around unless you knew you needed it, but you can still do a lot with digital that would help for the film camera shoot. You could make it work.

|| 10:05AM You: yeah, i’m free. i was just gonna grab something to eat first, and then i’ll head over to the field in maybe 15 min. but i’m not exactly sure how to get onto the field, or where the entrance is…

He adds a heart reaction to your message which startles you a little bit. An accident, maybe?

|| 10:06AM Gojo Satoru: Lol, just meet me at that weird art sculpture they put up last semester. The one that cost like all of our tuition money. I’ll walk you to the field

You let out a sigh, somewhat nervous that you'll be seeing him again soon. The last time you saw Gojo was when you left him standing unceremoniously at the kitchen island with a somewhat offending comment. Nonetheless, he didn’t necessarily seem angry at you. Quite the opposite, actually. He’s been way more helpful than you had ever anticipated. You started to feel like the effort you put into getting Mina to go to that house party was nothing compared to the effort he was putting in for you to ace this assignment. 

Stopping by your school’s mini grocery store, you pick up a sandwich plus some strawberry vanilla soda, and take some bites as well as some sips as you leisurely make your way to the expensive art sculpture near the sports fields. As you get closer to it, you see Gojo from a distance talking to some people. A few of them were guys, a few of them girls, and he was laughing out loud at something one of the girls said. A part of you wonders what it’s like to be adored by so many people. 

When he spots you at the other side of the cross walk, he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he’s hurriedly saying goodbye to the group in front of him. Their heads turn to each other in confusion before turning their attention in your direction as he makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says as he lightly jogs up to the sidewalk you were standing on. You notice he’s wearing a black long sleeve undershirt with a short-sleeved blue one on top, along with some athletic black shorts and running shoes. When he brushes some of his hair away from where it had fallen near his eyes, your heart skips a beat at his handsome expression. A smile graces his face. “You ready?”

You nod, swallowing the mouthful of sandwich you didn’t realize you had stopped chewing, and follow his lead as the two of you cut across behind the batting cages of the school’s softball training area. Your eyes fell to Gojo’s back as he walked on the pavement. His shoulders were broad, shoulder blades pulling the upper half of the fabric of his clothing somewhat taut across as the rest of it freely flowed down to his lean lower back. The long sleeved shirt he wore underneath was pretty loose-fitting, but you could still see the thickness of his muscles. With every step that he took, his calves flexed in a way that made you realize he must really work out.

“What are you eating?” He says as he turns around to face you, walking backwards for a few paces as he looks at your hands.

“Oh, just a veggie sandwich,” you answer as you hold it up next to your face. “Campus delicacy.”

His smile widens. “And what are you drinking?” This time he asks with a bit more curiosity.

“It's strawberry vanilla soda,” you say as you juggle all of the things you were holding in your arms. 

“Can I have some?” He asks with a somewhat innocent tone. “The soda, I mean. I’ve never had that flavor.” 

You hesitate, but alas you were a people-pleaser. “Sure.” 

He halts his movements and so you do too, and he closes the gap between you two in one exaggerated stride. His hand gently pulls the soda bottle out from where it was tucked into your elbow to keep it from falling. You notice the veins on his hand get more defined as he squeezes & twists to release the cap and it sends something akin to a wave of arousal through your body, entirely startling you. But when he brings the bottle up to his lips with his head tipping backwards, drinking directly from it, neck bobbing as he swallows and a single drop trickles down the expanse of his jawline, the arousal directly hits you at your core. 

“Hm,” he licks his lips. “That’s pretty good.” 

You’re standing there in shock, your grip on your sandwich causing dents in the bread. He dabs the stray droplet of liquid at his chin with the back of his hand and turns around to keep walking ahead, making his way up the stairs onto what looks like a grassy field. It takes you a second to start moving too, and by then you need to do a light jog just to catch up to him. 

There’s a comfortable silence that develops between the two of you and when you glance at Gojo, you notice his eyes are closed and there’s a serene smile on his face, a gust of wind pushing the hair up out of his forehead and sending the blades of grass dancing across the hilly field. You smile too at the sensation of cool wind on your skin. It was a beautiful day outside with sparkling sunshine and quiet whistling wind.

“Can I ask you something?” You say after contemplating if you should interrupt his somewhat meditative state. 

“You can ask me anything,” he easily replies. 

“Why are you so willing to help me out with my assignment?” 

He turns his head to look at you with a neutral expression. “Because you did me a favor.” 

You sigh. “I know…but it really wasn’t that hard to convince Mina to go to that party. I feel like you’re helping me out way more than I helped you out.” A small ladybug lands on the fabric of your jeans and you marvel at it before it flutters its wings and flies away.

He’s silent for a second. “Honestly, when you agreed to help me out with Todo’s little crush, which by the way I had to do because I lost a bet, and you mentioned something about terms and conditions in your message,” he starts to say, a brief pause making its way between the sentence as if he was actively trying to relive that first night he was texting you, “I thought you were going to ask for something sexual in return.” 

Your mouth drops at his line of thinking, suddenly mortified. That’s how your message came across to him? Oh my God, you had to rethink how you texted everyone in your life from now on.

“I mean, weren’t you being a little flirty? ‘My terms and conditions will come later’. Or do I just have some weird sexual brain rot?” His eyes are still on you, his tone way too casual in your opinion for this sudden topic of conversation. You also realize that he thinks having sex with him would be returning you the favor. And then you try not to think about how good he probably is in bed. 

When you can’t think of what to say and just stare at him with wide eyes, he smiles and stretches his arms out in front of him as another gust of wind passes by. “Well, anyways, when you shared what you actually wanted from me and it ended up being a pretty earnest request…let’s just say I was emotionally moved by your dreams and aspirations.” He says that last part somewhat dramatically and you roll your eyes, sending him an annoyed look. “A little disappointed, but nonetheless moved.” 

“Wow, you’re the type of person that would trade favors for sex?” you ask him with a sneer to your tone. 

He sends a lazy smirk to you over his shoulder to where you’re trailing behind him now. “Not really, no, can’t say I’ve ever done it before,” he says slyly, “probably would’ve made an exception for you, though.” And then he’s giving you a wink.

You can’t help but blush a little. He was definitely just teasing you, some hobby of his that he does just to constantly get a kick out of the people around him since he knows he just has that much of an effect on them, so you try not to let his words get past your skin to the more vulnerable parts of you. He’s reading your expression before he speaks up again.

“We’ve already started this little return favor of yours, so no take-backs. It’s an eye for an eye. Not an eye for an eye and throw some casual sex in there, too.” He makes his way up what seems to be the largest hill across the field and he stops at the top, peering out at whatever was across from it. When you made your way to the top too, your eyes widened as you saw an expanse of flat grassiness covered in orange cones, green land markers, white chalk outlines, and netted goals. Oh, and a lot of men. “Alright, you freaky little photographer. Here are your muses.” 

You let out the breath you were holding in and smiled, hands immediately reaching for your digital camera case within your tote bag. A wave of creativity and inspiration hit you as you were finally able to lay your eyes on your subject matter and setting, and you couldn’t wait to get started. 

Gojo makes his way down the hill and you stumble after him. He high-fives a couple of his teammates that were leaving the first wave of practice and makes his way over where the second-wave practice players were stretching on the field and running laps.

“C’mon, Itadori, I’ve seen snails with a more urgent sense of direction than you! Pick up those goddamn knees!” You hear a loud voice from a few feet away from you and flinch, eyeing the scary looking man that had a…Pomeranian dog in his arms? He was wearing a black athletic jumpsuit and had extremely tinted, thick sunglasses on. His facial hair was a bit jarring and you immediately decided you were scared of him, despite how gently he was petting the little dog cradled in his arms. 

“That’s coach Yaga,” Gojo says beside you with a smile on his face and his hands on his hips. “Real nice guy.”

You turn to give him a suspicious look and he just returns it with a wider smile. 

“Hey! It’s y/n,” you hear a somewhat familiar voice call out and you glance at the direction it came from. You see Geto standing next to Nanami and he whacks his hand against the blonde's chest to get his attention when he makes eye contact with you before jogging over. You see Gojo put his hands in his shorts pockets in your periphery. “What are you doing here?” 

You give him a shy smile, suddenly embarrassed by the attention. “Here to take some photos.”

“Are you with the school newsletter?” Nanami’s smooth voice says as he approaches Geto, standing next to him. They both were wearing matching blue tracksuits. 

“No, I’m not. Just here to…take some photos for one of my classes. It’s for a film photography assignment.” You suddenly wished you were part of the school newsletter committee, so that you could at least provide them with some positive publicity with your photos. You wondered if they would think you’re just using them. As if Gojo could read your mind, he patted Geto harshly on the back and let out a loud, obnoxious laugh.

“Hear that, punks? She wants to try and take some nice photos of you lot. Be grateful! Of course, your grotesque appearances cannot simply be fixed by any technology yet known to man,” Gojo says rather loudly, continuing to smack Geto on the back. Geto has a small pitiful smile on his face and Nanami just looks annoyed. You feel lighter somehow, less tense. 

“Okay, cool, let us know if we can help in any way,” Geto says kindly as he sits down on the grass to continue stretching out his legs. “Oh by the way, Satoru, Chosou’s out sick today so you might need to cover for goalie.” 

“What? Why’s that fucker always getting sick?” Gojo says as he walks towards one of the duffle bags on the bench, and you assume it’s his. He pulls out a water bottle. “He needs to stop eating that goddamn grocery store sushi.” 

“Oh! Oh! It’s you,” another somewhat familiar voice calls out from ahead. You see a guy wearing a dark blue jacket that had a red hood approaching you from the inner field. Then you recognize he was that guy at the entrance of the house party that called you a- “It’s casual tomboy!” 

Your eye twitches slightly as you take in your appearance. Sure, you were wearing jeans again, but your top was somewhat stylish and feminine. He arrives in front of you and notices the digital camera hung at your neck. “Hey, what’s that?” He points directly at your midriff where the camera sat. He almost pokes his finger right through the delicate attachable lens that cost you nearly two months of rent.

“A little rude, Yuuji,” Geto says, grunting as he switches from one stretch to the other. 

Yuuji gets closer to you to study the camera and you instinctively lean away from him before Gojo is grabbing him by the hood of his jacket and yanking him away from you, Yuuji’s arms flailing out in front of himself in a struggle. “Hey, get back to practice. You’re not allowed to talk to pretty seniors.” 

Coach Yaga grunts and crosses his arms from where he stood a few feet away, the tiny pomeranian now barking at his feet. “I never said you could stop running laps, Itadori! Get your ass back out there! I’ll be sending you to recreational soccer for the rest of your freshman year if you don’t get your damn head straight!” Gojo lets go of Itadori’s hood and the poor boy is scrambling across the field to join what seems like the other first-years for their warm-up laps. Coach Yaga turns to you and gives a hmph before vaguely gesturing to you. “May I know what you’re doing out on my field?”

“Coach!” Gojo says, making his way over to the scary man. He slings his arm around his neck and the man just continues to glare at him through his sunglasses. “She’s with me today. Photographer y/n will be taking some handsome photographs of you that you can send to your wife, and then maybe your wife will actually want to-”

Coach Yaga puts Gojo in a headlock and Gojo’s instantly tapping on his back to get him to ease up. “I dare you to finish that sentence, boy.”

You let out a small laugh. This was certainly a lively bunch. Nanami approaches you and expresses interest in your camera. You lift it up for him to take a closer look. He pinches his chin between his bent index finger and thumb, as if he was a detective analyzing a crime scene. “I see…so this is a film camera.” 

“Ah…” you laugh awkwardly. “No, this is just a digital camera.” 

“I see…so this is a digital camera,” he repeats, equally as intrigued. 

The time eventually comes along where all the players start the practice match. There’s obviously not enough players out on the field for full teams on each side, but they’re split into 1st & 4th years vs. 2nd & 3rd years. You learn that the second wave practice group has the talented players at the top of each of their year groups. Gojo doesn’t seem to participate in the practice match despite one team having to omit having a goalie since the coach requested he sit out to watch the plays and make suggestions.  You’re a bit sad you don’t get to see him play, but figured you’ll have a chance in the future. You take a few snapshots as one of the other first-years, a quiet boy named Megumi, kicks the ball towards the goal that ends up bouncing off the goal frame. You spend some time tweaking the exposure, zoom, and focus until you feel like you have a pretty good idea of the settings you’ll need to get some fluid shots. 

When you look up over the field again, raising your digital camera to your face, you notice Gojo looking at you from across the field where he stood at the sidelines. You both keep your gaze on one another for a couple of seconds, and you boldly lift the camera up to your eye, taking a few snapshots of him. When you pull it away, look down at the results on the small screen, and then glance back up at him, his eyes are slightly wide. Something stirs within you when you remember his words from earlier: I thought you were going to ask for something sexual.

Your mind wanders back to the party from last weekend, and the feeling of him leaning down next to your ear in the kitchen as he said “Thanks, I owe you one. Find me later, ‘kay?” The memory itself made your cheeks feel warm. Did he…think that something was going to happen that night at the party? Probably would’ve made an exception for you…Disappointed, but nonetheless moved. Somewhere in the haziness of your thoughts, you realize that meant that Gojo would’ve wanted to sleep with you if that was indeed your condition.

When you look to the other side of the field again, Gojo’s eyes are still on you but his handsome face looks a bit troubled, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly pursed. You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking, but for some reason you felt like he could tell what you were. When you raised an eyebrow at him, his face relaxed and he slowly shook his head as if to say it's nothing. 

Coach Yaga’s sharp whistle cuts through the silent conversation you two were having as he yells, “alright, boys. Practice over! Go stretch yourselves out.” 

You quickly stuff your digital camera back into its case and collect your things into your tote bag. In your peripheral vision, Gojo’s making his way over to you and when he’s right next to you, you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“How’d it go? Get some good shots?” he asks, sounding genuinely interested.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” You’re still not looking at him, pretending to fiddle with something in your tote bag. He leans down a bit to look at your face more clearly when he notices you’re not meeting his gaze, but you still struggle to make eye contact with him. “I’ve gotta go, can you tell the guys I said bye?” And then you’re making your way up the hill.

There’s a beat of silence as confusion washes over him from your behavior. “Hey, wait, y/n, do you know how to get back to campus?”

You spin to face him when you're at the top of the hill, finally looking him in the eye. There’s a concerned expression on his face. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Thanks a lot for today. Let me buy you a strawberry vanilla soda sometime, okay?” Flashing him a small smile, you turn around and run down the hill, ignoring the fast beating of your heart.

a/n. thanks a bunch for reading!

➸ take me to chapter four!

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tolerate it | c16

Description: After a month of breaking up with Charles. You release a song that finally speaks about your experience.

Pairing: charles leclerc/singer!reader

waitingroomcouple2: according to insiders, y/n and longtime boyfriend charles leclerc are headed towards breakupville.

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asianbutnotjapanese: EXCUSE ME? First Sofia and Joe, Taylor and Joe and now Charles and Y/N?

yakisobaramens2: give me time. i need to process things.

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"Hey, Charles." you cleared your throat - pretending that you didn't just spend the past hours crying about him.

"I know that I told you that we needed space to think things through, but I don't think that we're happening anymore. I-I somehow, the breakup got leaked and I don't really know how we'll build up from that. I hope that you understand."

Charles finished listening to the voicemail that you sent him 30 minutes ago. He couldn't believe that it finally happened. Sure, you spent half a month fighting with him - but he thought that things would get better after that.

"Are you alright?" Pierre sits beside him with a bowl of ramen. "Ah, yeah." Charles replied - completely out of his zone. He always believed that his life was cut up in two sections: before you, and during you - but he never assumed that there would be an after you.

Jesus, when you've reached heaven - there's only one way left to go: down, and he descended awfully.

"You've been very hush hush about your 'break' with Y/N. Are you back together?" Pierre inquired, concerned about his childhood friend. "That's impossible," Charles mumbled while his friend stuffed his face with more noodles.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." Pierre patted his back.

"- It'll get better." he adds.

Charles_Leclerc: Feeling pretty good in Suzuka.

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maybeletslovern2: Y/N and Charles aren't over. She's still in the likes guys 🙈 - charlosworld55: and Joe Alwyn still follows Taylor? Ur point is?

lovingthiseasy8: pole for leclerc?

pierreGASLY: Forza! 🇲🇨

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yourusername: You're so much older and wiser and I. Announcing my newest single "Tolerate It" for the newest 'Barbie' movie that comes in three versions: She Version and He Version and They Version. Basically just diff pronouns. Hope u guys like it. 💙

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Charles_Leclerc: Another amazing song! 🔥

ynandcharles: he commented, checkmate guys.

taylorswift: Tears in my eyes, Y/N. 💧

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yourusername: there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough. (wise words from my friend @taylorswift)

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lucindaleong2: Lando is stirring the pot by liking this post HAHA

Charles_Leclerc: Reply to my messages please.

taylorswift: You deserve someone who will love you enough. I'm proud of you sister. - yourusername: thank u sm taylor 💙

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Charles_Leclerc: And if I ever did something wrong, let me make it right. P3 in Spa, but left the circuit feeling like something was missing.

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yourusername: Congratulations Charles! You definitely deserved this podium, I've seen you work soo hard to get this spot. 💙 - Charles_Leclerc: 💙

(SIX MONTHS LATER)

yourusername: an hour of mansplaining with this dude...still, i luv u.

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maxverstappen1: Is there another pic more blurry that this? 🤣 - yourusername: doesn't matter cuz my love for u is clear 😉

landonorris: The hand 💀 chill mate, she isn't going anywhere.

greeaat99: Charles was Ken (Barbie 2023) but Max is Ken (Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse.)

gigihadid: Rocking that black hair mother ❤️ - yourusername: No, YOU are mother. 😜😍

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yourusername posted to her story!

replies maxverstappen1: Am I legally allowed to call you mommy now? yourusername: RIP to ur social media manager who has to look at this message 😭

yourusername: i take this magnetic force of a man to be my. ✨LOVER✨ will be out midnight EST. Happy 4th month babe! tho u always tell me that it feels like we've known each other for forever. Hoping to have an album out before baby jellybean comes out. Which will be ... 7 months from now, though ya'll are nasty telling me that my stomach looks like I'm in the 5th month 😡.

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maxverstappen1: Happy 4th ❤️

Charles_Leclerc: Congrats on the baby! - yourusername: thank u

loverboy9: the way that this could've been charles' baby if they just stayed together 😭

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maxverstappen1: I found the love of my life this year, I hope that everyone finds theirs too! My girlfriend's new song 'Lover' will be out on midnight and it would mean the world to us if you listened to it.

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yourusername: OK we'll just adjust our heads to look at this picture - maxverstappen1: and?

yourusername: listen to me pls so max can afford some internet money in his little game

landonorris: I don't listen to underground artists, sorry. - yourusername: LISTEN TO ME. u broke his trophy this is the least that u can do? - - landonorris: ever heard of kintsugi? - - - yourusername: the lana del rey song?

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yourusername: posting this version because the one on @maxverstappen1's profile is 🤮.

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taylorswift: You are GLOWING. - yourusername: I can still make the whole place shimmer.

landonorris: when is baby jellybean coming out? - maxverstappen1: ❤️

charlesandynuniverse: The real ones know that the baby is fathered by Charles. - yourusername: stop this bs, don't wait until i slap the paternity test on ur face 🤣

teachermee91: THE WAY THAT Y/N IS STILL A FIGHTER. I LOVE HER. WAHHAHAHAHA.

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oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, both of you craving each other. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his hand squeeze one of your breasts, the feeling making your core throb.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, smiling.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance. Your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

He repeated his actions as the material got more and more wet.

His fingers slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sound pouring out of your mouth was music to his ears. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating his fingers.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his fingers.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, your eyes pleading.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as you waited for him to put the condom on and slide inside of you.

He slipped his tip in first, slowly rocking his hips. As he inched further into to, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you.  You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you said, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Ethan, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

#scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

[lunacyxxx]

Differences Aside

MDNI Ghost and Konig are your plugs, but what you didn't know was that they were each other's opps. So, one day you decided to buy from both of them. It was like one of them always had something the other didn't.

You were already kind of high when you were talking to them and thus, here's the tale of how you ended up between two sworn enemies.

Contains: drug use, dominant masked men and fingering nd stuff

not proofread, idk how many words this is. I hope yall enjoy it.))

The sun was going down and you just finished all your tasks for the day. It was time to reward yourself with your normal routine of getting high, you entered your home and smiled excitedly. You quickly make haste to your bedroom getting undressed and going into your personal bathroom, you turn on your shower and begin your nightly routine.

You came out in a towel and went to your closet putting on a long t-shirt and spandex shorts. Music sounded through your room when you connected your phone to your speaker and sat at your desk. The bottom drawer to your left had all your goodies in it, you noticed you were on your last nug.

Coincidentally, you got a text from your plug Ghost.

Ghost: new pack came in, lmk what you want and how much luv.

One thing about Ghost, despite his intimidating appearance, he had a soft spot for you. Honestly when he first pulled up to your place, he wasn't expecting someone who looked like you to smoke. He was surprised when you gave him some extra cash for gas so since then, he's always made sure you got what you wanted and sometimes added in a little extra.

You smiled at his text and replied asking to see his menu, he sent it a couple minutes later and you looked over it. He wasn't lying when he said new because some of this stuff you've never heard of before. You pondered over your choices as you rolled up, "Hmm."

You: I'll take the (fave cereal) edible and a 3.5 of Alaskan Thunder Fuck please and thank you :)

Ghost: Okay darling, I'll be over there in about 2 hours. This would normally be $50 but for you its $30, see you soon

You like his message and light your joint taking in a steady inhale, moving over to your bed you open your window and pull up your laptop to watch youtube. About an hour later, you finished your joint and was watching YouTube until your phone lit up with another text.

Konig: I got new stuff for you to try ;)

Ah Konig, the tallest dude you've ever laid eyes on. How ya'll met was kind of funny, he had the wrong address and was parked outside your home when you went outside to get the mail. He got out of his car and came up to you and thought you were the customer who placed an order earlier that day.

You two talked and he realized he made a typo in the gps, but you still ended up buying something from him since Ghost was out of town for that week. Talk about good luck, right? So like Ghost, he sometimes adds an extra and gives you discounts.

Konig sent you his list and he had new shit too.

You: I'll take one of your carts, you can choose whichever one you wanna give me and a 3.5 of GSC please and thank you.

Konig: Of course, you know I got you. It's gonna be $30 for you."

You liked his message and leaned over to your nightstand grabbing your wallet and taking out the cash you needed.

The cool summer air brushed your skin when you stepped outside to wait for your plugs to pull up, the familiar rumble of Ghost's car and Konig's truck coming down the opposite sides of the street. Ghost parked on the curb and Konig pulled into your driveway.

They both got out, Ghost stood at 6 '4, wearing black sweats a black long sleeve and of course his skull balaclava. Konig hopped out his truck, standing at 6 '10 he wore his sniper hood, gray hoodie and black jeans.

The two men caught sight of each other, and they both pulled out their pistols ready to shoot, "Now wait a damn minute!” The both of them jumped at your sudden yell.

"First of all, this is what we're not gonna do. Especially in front of my house. Secondly, what the hell is y'all problem?"

"Tell me why the fuck he's here first!" they both said, the differences in their accents now very apparent and you felt a very slight ache down there. (iykyk)

"Uh because y'all are my plugs? I can't have two plugs, you both end up having different stuff that hits hard; especially when I mix the two together."

“We actually don’t get along at all," Konig said, eyeing you.

"Yeah, something like this isn't supposed to happen,” Ghost spat out while glaring at Konig

A look of realization crossed your face and you looked between the both of them, "How about you put your differences aside and let's all smoke. I don't really care for stuff like this unless someone I know, and love is involved and stuff. I mean, neither of you shot one another yet sooo."

The two men looked at you then at each other before lowering their weapons, both of them mumbling something under their breaths. You walked over to Konig and gave him the money; in turn he gave you a medium baggie which was new.

You then walked over to Ghost and paid him and he gave you a bag that was around the same size as Konig's. Neither of them would admit they liked pulling up to give you your weed, they often invited you inside their vehicles to chat and show you some of the other products they had.

"I forgot to ask, do either of you have more things to do, I don't wanna stop your bag or anything."

Ghost shook his head and Konig spoke up, "I always save the best for last. Why do you think you always get a little something extra meine liebe?"

Ghost rolled his eyes and scoffed, "I hate to agree with his ass but same here. I'm free for the rest of the night."

"Mkay, now that's settled we can go inside. I should have one of y'all roll, out here just pulling guns on each other and shit." You lead them into your home, the living room has a comfortable sectional with a matching ottoman. There was a mounted tv with your entertainment center underneath it, a bookshelf with books, crystals and all your favorite things.

"Make yourselves comfortable and no fighting, I do have a cast iron skillet and won't hesitate to pop someone with it." You ignore the chuckles coming from both men as they sit on opposite sides of the couch, not without mean mugging each other until you come back with your rolling tray, water and some snacks.

You scooch past Konig while saying excuse me before you sit in the space between them, and thus the smoke session commences.

After about 30 minutes, all three of you were slouched on the couch completely zooted watching Planet Earth. (A/N: idk about y'all but that's the best thing to watch when you're high asf, speaking from experience)

"That lizard has some fucking balls running through all those snakes," Konig commented. You and Ghost nodded, the both of you completely tapped into the show. Over the course of the session, you were sandwiched between them, their thick thighs pressing against your own.

Ghost looked over at you, his eyes red and half opened while they took in your appearance. His eyes flickered up only to catch Konig doing the same thing, Ghost felt a bit ballsy so he put his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to him.

"Uh?"

Konig saw this and slipped an arm around your waist, also pulling your hips to him. "Hey, what's up with the both of you?"

You looked between the two of them and you could feel the tension building slightly, you honestly liked the idea of your two plugs showing you this much attention. Yet you hoped it wouldn't turn into some type of blood bath anytime soon, "If you guys wanted to cuddle, you could've just asked."

"Let's see who can make her cum the most," Ghost said. You could feel Konig readjust his grip to hold your hips and squeeze them slightly. "Well, I'm already where I need to be. I call going first, as long as meine liebe is okay with it. Ja?" The way the taller man stared you down through his hood had you shook, his red eyes portraying more than just being under the influence. You couldn't stop yourself from nodding.

"We need you to say it darling, if not then we can pretend this never happened."

Not wanting to lose this once in a lifetime opportunity, you gave them the answer they were looking for. "Yes, I'm fine with that."

You felt your shorts being pulled away and cool hands going under your shirt, Ghost moved with a sense of dominance and roughness while Konig too expressed his dominance but in a slightly possessive manner.

Ghost adjusted himself so one leg was on the couch and your back was pressed to his broad chest. Konig gripped your thighs and spread them open with a satisfied huff.

Konig admired your bare pussy before lifting his mask up and diving right in, his tongue lapping at your clit before tracing through all the creases and folds to get a better taste of you. Your moans and lewd slurps echoed through the living room. His tongue moving slowly, as if he wanted to map out each curve a dip of your core.

"Don't forget that I'm here," Ghost murmured. His hands were massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples under your shirt, the overload of the difference in the way they were handling you turns your mind to mush.

You could only imagine how they acted once they got you where they wanted, Ghost took a hold of your throat. His lips brushing past your ear as he bit it, he tilted your head back and looked down at you.

His lustful gaze causing your pussy to clench, Konig noticed the moment you two were having and pushed two fingers inside of your sopping pussy. He angled them up and began thrusting them, Ghost kept your focus on him while he eyed Konig.

The two of them having a heated stare down while you wiggled between them.

Your juices were soaking the Austrian's hands as he slowly worked them in and out of your slick heat, lewd wet noises mingled with your moans in the hazy living room. Konig pushes his fingers upwards trying to find that spongy spot that he knows will drive you crazy, Ghost watches him work his fingers inside of you. His own erection throbbing in his pants, Simon pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger ensuring that he was making you moan louder. 

His hand is still around your throat keeping you in place.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Konig finally finds that spot, he hums and presses on your lower tummy. “There we go, take that shit y/n,” Konig growls before jerking his digits in and out of your pussy roughly. Simon held you close to him, cutting off your air supply slightly while he watches you come undone. His large hands move to grab your wrists to prevent you from pushing Konig away.

At this point you couldn't control your mewls and your thighs were quaking, broken moans leave your gaping mouth as you feel a strong coil in the pit of your tummy. You try to tell Konig to slow down but your words only come out as quivering babbles.

Your feet plant themselves on the couch as your hips buck under Konig’s hand, you throw your head back on Ghost’s shoulder crying out as that coil snaps and you gush all over Konig’s hand and face.

"Bedroom. Now,” the both of them were surely going to break you.

#ghost cod #konig x reader #konig cod #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader x konig #konig x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #konig

[harlowsbby]

Love Sick

- It’s a good thing the two of you broke up. - Annie.

- I agree with Annie, now you can focus on yourself! - Maddie

- he was an asshole anyways! he didn’t even try to fight for you! - Megan

You rolled your eyes as you finished reading a few messages you had gotten from your friends. Tossing your phone somewhere on your bed you rolled yourself up in your covers and sighed.

You missed Jack and you missed him dearly, even though you knew deep down that this breakup with him might’ve been the best move you couldn’t help but to feel as if it wasn’t.

You haven’t seen him since you left Louisville that night, but you figured he left you with no choice right? He didn’t bother coming back home that night so you took that as his answer.

You knew all the two of you needed was a single conversation and maybe just a little motivation but as of right now you were going on your first week without him, and truthfully you missed him.

Just as you were about to close your eyes and try and sleep away the heartache your phone started buzzing again.

“Fuck what do they want now.” You groaned and unraveled yourself from your blankets and went to get your phone to place it on dnd till you saw who the message was from.

Urban

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

————— —— time skip———————-

“Jack, dude get up! You look like someone who just got their heartbroken or some shit.” Ace told Jack which caused Urban to elbow him into the side.

“Ouch, what the hell was that for?” Ace groaned and held his side.

“He did get his heartbroken you dummy he just needs to go through all the different types of emotions I guess.” Urban said.

Jack hasn’t been doing all that well ever since the two of you broke up, he knew just leaving you that night was wrong on his end but he didn’t know what to do, he was tired of the fussing and fighting.

“Can you two just let me be? Let me be heartbroken in peace.” He groaned and pulled the blanket back over himself.

“Sorry but we can’t do that, tonight is the last show for No Place Like Home Tour so I need you to get up and go get ready for rehearsals dude.” Urban sternly stated.

Urban hated seeing Jack like this and he hated that Jack had to push his feelings to the side, but he had one last show to put on.

“What if I just cancel tonight? And give all the fans their money back yeah I think that’s a good idea.” Ace rolled his eyes. “The Jack I know wouldn’t do that, you hate letting your fans down so get up and let’s go.”

Jack knew they were right the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his fans that traveled long and far to see him.

“Fine, but after tonight just let me listen to my Drake and be heartbroken in peace?” Ace laughed. “Whatever you say boss.” Ace and Jack walked outside to the sprinter, Urban had told them that he’d be out there in a second.

Urban did a double look around making sure everyone was gone before taking out his phone and texting you.

Y/N

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

Not even a few seconds after he sent the message you had texted him back.

Y/N

- call me…

He looked around once more and once he saw the coast was clear he called you. “Urban? Why do you want me to fly out to Louisville?”

“Jack misses you okay and I know you miss him.”

“But we broke up Urban I don’t think I should fly out there, nothing is going to change.” He huffed.

“You don’t know unless you try I want the two of you to talk and figure things out, please I need my friends back together.”

You bit your lip and thought about it, maybe if the two of you did talk it out maybe just maybe someone good could benefit from tonight.

“Alright fine just let me know where to meet you at.”

“At his show tonight I’ll let security know you’re coming in.” You nodded your head even though he wouldn’t be able to see you. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon Urban.” You hung up the phone and flopped back into your bed.

“What am I getting myself into.” You mumbled to yourself.

———————time skip———————

The entire plane ride you were on ten, your nerves we’re all over the place and your anxiety was on hundred.

You tried distracting yourself by playing games on your phone or taking a little nap here and there but your mind kept drifting off to the last time you spoke to Jack.

Flashback.

“Talk to me Y/N.” You continued to ignore him causing Jack to sigh.

“Can we act like adults here and talk? This whole ignoring me game is childish as hell Y/N.”

“What do you want to talk about? Because every time I wanted to talk you just brushed me off and acted like you couldn’t be bothered.” You spat.

“Please let’s just talk I wanna resolve this.” You chuckled bitterly. “Okay so who is she? Because what from I’m hearing you’re everywhere with her.”

Lately Jack has been going out super later and coming home super later and of course it was starting to worry you. You’ve been cheated on before and you’d be dammed if you stuck around and allowed yourself to be cheated on again.

Instead of waiting around the house all day you decided to follow Jack to see where he’d be, just to find him having some sort of dinner or lunch with his supposedly ‘long time friend’

“She’s a friend I knew from high school and we’re just catching up on lost time.” You rolled your eyes.

“If that’s the case why couldn’t you tell me about her? Why do you have to sneak around.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You chuckled dryly.

“Not that big of a deal? You know what I’ve been through before and I’m your girlfriend so what makes you think this isn’t a big deal.” You yelled out.

“See this is why I have to sneak around behind your back because you make everything into a big deal, maybe if you weren’t so insecure within yourself I wouldn’t have to keep shit private.” He spat.

“What did you say?” You spoke your voice barley above a whisper. “I said maybe if you weren’t so insecure I wouldn’t have to keep shit from you.” He repeated again without hesitation.

“Maybe if I’m so damn insecure you should just leave then, I wouldn’t want you to be with someone who was insecure.”

You expected for Jack to come over to you and to apologize and make things right but he didn’t, he did the complete opposite.

“Maybe you’re right I think that is for the best.” And that was the last time you saw him.

Flashback over.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The flight attendant smiled at you and brought you out of your daze.

“Oh right I’m sorry.” You quickly apologized and got up and grabbed your bags. You sent Urban a text letting him know you just landed.

He sent you a text back letting you know to just have the driver take you to the arena and he’ll have security waiting in the back to take your bags to the hotel.

“Here goes nothing.” You sighed and leaned back into the seat of the car, the entire car ride there you couldn’t help but to think about what was going to happen or what was going to be said.

“Jack let’s go it’s time!” Nemo told him and Jack made his way to the back of the stage.

Jack was trying to focus on tonight being a good night but he missed you and wanted you here with him, he felt guilty the way things ended with the two of you.

“You ready?” Urban told him and Jack gave him a half smile. “Not really but shows gotta go on right?”

Urban so baldy wanted to tell Jack that you were here and that tonight was going to end well but he had to keep it a secret.

“By tonight I’m sure you’ll be in a better mood.” Jack rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt it but come on let’s get tonight over with.”

After the show Jack made his way backstage to where everyone cheered and congratulated him on a great tour.

He was thankful for everyone in the room but all he wanted to do was get back to the hotel.

“Where are you going so fast?” He stopped walking when he heard that familiar voice. Turning around he was met by you.

“Y/N?” He whispered as if he was dreaming. You smiled and nodded your head. “Hi Jack.” Before you were able to say anything else he was making his way towards you and pulling you into his embrace.

“I fucking missed you so much you have no idea.” He spoke, a few tears forming in his eyes.

“I missed you too Jack, I’m sorry for ever doubting you, Maggie told me that your friend well let’s just say she doesn’t exactly like guys.” Jack laughed and pulled back from you.

“I’m sorry for what I said it was wrong of me, forgive me?”

“I’ll forgive you under one condition?” He grinned. “What condition is that?” You smirked which caused Jack to have a look of worry.

————————————————————————

“And your total will be $300 dollar and 34 cents.” The cashier smiled up at Jack who had a frown displayed on his face.

“Are you sure it’s that much? I mean what the hell did you even buy babe.” Jack asked and looked down at your small Sephora bag.

“I only got the necessities babe.” You told him even though you knew full on well you were lying through your teeth.

“Fine, here you go.” Jack handed the lady the card and she swiped it without any hesitation. Once she handed Jack his card back the two of you were out the store.

“So where are we going now?” You asked him as you looked around all the different shops at the mall, you looked like a kid in a candy store.

“What? I thought we were done baby?” He panicky asked. “Done?” You huffed. “You broke my heart remember? You owe me a shopping spree.”

Jack groaned as you dragged him along he knew by the end of the day that his feet along with his bank account was going to be hurting.

(Idk about this 😭 I rewrote this about three times but I hope you all enjoy it!)

(Also idk how to make gifs so I just added a piece from the music video 🧍🏽‍♀️😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[hairstevington]

Stranger Therapy

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Based on this text post, Steve and Eddie match on Tinder and decide to go to couple's counseling on a first date to see how long it takes the therapist (Murray) to figure them out. Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3K, check out part 2 part 3 part 4 and epilogue!

Warnings: Nothing too serious, Steve/Eddie went to high school together but don't know each other, modern day AU, aged up, brief Robin cameo, Matchmaker Murray, and my fav tag of all - gay scheming!

A/N: I'm a counselor in training currently but I don't specialize in couple's counseling so this may or may not be accurate? Idk man it's just fun and silly I love our stupid boys sm. Original post by @hxneyfarms

It’s a match!

“Robin, it worked!” Steve shouted from the couch. She ran from the kitchen and joined him, peering over to stare at his screen.

“I told you it would! It’s funny!” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and anxiously pulled up the profile of his new match. 

“Oh, shit,” Steve said. “I remember swiping right on this guy. Didn’t think I had a shot.” He looked through the pictures. They were all candids, slightly blurry, or shots of him with his friends, but due to his distinguished look it was easy to pick him out even in a crowd. 

“Show me his bio,” Robin ordered. Steve closed out the pictures and scrolled until the bio was in full view.

Eddie, 25. Shit at bios.

“Well that’s kind of boring,” Steve said. 

“Yeah. You think he’s a bot?” Robin asked.

 “Or a catfish, maybe,” Steve mused. “Either way, I still think I should take your joke down. I don’t talk like that in real life, and people might get confused.”

Robin had convinced him earlier to change his bio and replace it with - let’s go to couple’s counseling and see how long it takes the therapist to realize we don’t know each other. Steve had been a little tipsy when he agreed, and he assumed nothing would come of it. But then, Eddie matched with him. 

“You’re thinking way too hard about this, Dingus,” Robin replied. “People write weird shit in their Tinder bios all the time.” 

“Eddie didn’t,” Steve countered. 

“Yeah, but look at him,” Robin responded. “He’s distinctive. It’s attention-grabbing in itself.”

“And I’m not?” Steve asked. Robin chuckled.

“You’re the kind of pretty where if you don’t have something witty in the bio, people will think you’re just some ignorant surface-level airhead who’s never worked a day in his life, and that’s not cute.”

“Okay, ouch,” Steve said. 

“It’s a compliment!” she insisted. “Like, you need to show that you’re witty and funny and able to poke fun at yourself, otherwise you’re going to attract the wrong kind of people.”

“And this guy’s the right kind, huh?” Steve opened one of the pictures back up - one where Eddie was passed out on the couch with a beer still in his hand. As they looked at the screen, a notification popped up. Eddie sent you a message.

“Let’s find out,” Robin said. 

-

Eddie: If your bio is serious, I’m in

Steve: Wait, really?

Eddie: Yeah xD sounds fun

Eddie: You got a therapist in mind?

Steve: Honestly didn’t think I’d get this far

Eddie: Boo. 

Eddie: You’re lucky I know just the guy

Steve: Okay…

Steve: So how do we do this?

Eddie: Dude, it was YOUR idea

Steve: Ok but I’ve never done it before!

Eddie: Steve! I’m your first? <3

Steve: Yeah, yeah. I’ve never pranked a therapist before. 

Eddie: I hope you’re either rich or have really good insurance. Otherwise this is gonna be an expensive first date.

Steve: I got it covered. 

Eddie: I figured you did. I’ll call the guy in the morning and get back to you with the appointment time. 

Steve: Okay. How’s your night going by the way?

Eddie: Nope!

Eddie: That’s not part of the deal, Steve. We go into this blind or not at all.

Steve: This is insane.

Eddie: Once again, your idea. I’m excited. Are you excited?

Steve: Thrilled.

Steve: I’m still concerned about how you know the perfect guy for this.

Eddie: 😛

Eddie: Don’t worry about it.

-

“I don’t even think he’s serious,” Steve said after he recounted the entire interaction to Robin.

“I don’t know, Steve. Sounds serious to me.” 

“What if he’s like - not right in the head?” Steve wondered, reading the interaction over and over again. “Like, who is this therapist and why does he know him? Is he actually going to make an appointment? What if this whole thing crashes and burns?”

“I honestly think he plans on it crashing and burning,” Robin replied. “And then after, the both of you either hit it off and laugh about it forever, or you have an amazing failed date story to tell your friends until the end of time.”

“That’s…actually genius.” 

“I know.” 

Steve read the messages one last time, focusing on the bits where Eddie was mildly flirtatious. Steve! I’m your first? He could tell if Eddie was being condescending, or what vibe he was going to bring to this absolute insane first date. But, as Robin said, it would be a story no matter what. 

He tried to focus on that and not the anxiety that started brewing in his veins.

-

The appointment was set for two weeks later. Eddie still refused to talk to Steve other than for details on where to go and at what time, so for the whole fourteen days, Steve assumed he was being pranked right back. Eddie was messing with him, or he’d cancel, or Dr. Bauman didn’t actually exist, or he’d be murdered, or, or, or -

None of that happened. Instead, on a Tuesday afternoon, Steve pulled up to an office building about fifteen minutes from his apartment. He’d passed by it several times and never once wondered what went on inside. 

Apparently, really weird first dates.

They had decided to meet up in the parking lot and walk in together. The whole thing was crazy, but having one of them pick the other up so they could drive in together was way over what was needed to commit to the bit. 

Steve got there first. They needed to be fifteen minutes early to fill out paperwork. It was twenty minutes prior to their appointment time. 

This was weird. It felt a lot different than all the times he’d met someone for coffee. In another world, that’s how he and Eddie would have met. But no. He had to agree to this stupid thing, and now he was too far into it to back out. Jesus Christ. 

Eddie’s car pulled in a few spaces down. Steve knew it was him from the hair alone - unmistakable. He got out of his car and walked towards his date, his palms sweaty. Eddie got out of his car a moment later, eyeing Steve as he approached him and smirking. 

“What gave me away?” Eddie asked. 

“You think I wouldn’t recognize my boyfriend?” Steve snapped back, pleased at the way he was able to take Eddie off guard. 

“Touche. Well, come on, then. Let’s do this.” 

-

Before they knew it, they were sitting in a cramped waiting room, alone, filling out paperwork. It consisted of insurance information first, followed by names and some quick background questions about the “couple.” Steve began filling it out, thankful that he was still on his dad’s fancy rich-person insurance. It covered basically everything, even fucked-up couples fraud with Dr. Bauman.

“Are you not worried I’m gonna, like, steal your information or something?” Eddie asked as Steve wrote down his policy number.

“I mean…should I be?” Steve responded. 

“No,” Eddie answered with a shrug. “I gotta say, though, you’re way more trusting than I am. It’s ballsy. I like it.” 

“Uhh…” Steve was trying to concentrate on the paperwork, but the compliment was throwing him off. “Thank you, I think.” He continued filling out the paperwork.

“You’re from Hawkins?” he asked. Steve nodded, absentmindedly. “I’m from Hawkins.” This caught Steve’s attention. 

“No shit.” 

“Yeah, seriously.”

“Small world,” Steve replied before turning his attention back to the form.

“You have a cute middle name,” Eddie teased. 

“Shut up,” Steve responded. He wanted to find Eddie’s pestering annoying, but instead he found himself smirking, even giggling a little bit. This whole thing was so ridiculous. He shoved the clipboard onto Eddie’s lap. “Your turn, lover.”

“Euch,” Eddie groaned. “That is not one of our pet names, no way.” 

“Noted,” Steve chuckled. He was…kind of enjoying this way more than he expected, as weird as it was. He’d grown accustomed to a lot of even stranger things in his life, so this didn’t feel as shocking as he’d initially thought. 

“Don’t look,” Eddie said as he covered the paper.

“What? Why not?” Steve asked, confused. 

“Because not all of us are as blindly trusting, Steven,” Eddie responded. Steve shook his head and looked away. 

“Good thing we’re in therapy to work that shit out, Edward Munson.”

“You looked!” Eddie exclaimed. 

“It was right in front of me!” Steve pointed out. 

“Fair enough,” Eddie sighed. “Okay, now we gotta put down a reason for doing this.”

-

Fast forward ten minutes, Eddie and Steve were seated next to each other on a relatively small but cozy burnt orange couch. The color was ugly, but the seats were comfortable. Steve noticed the cushions had a natural dip that kept inching him closer to the person sitting on the opposite side. He figured this was certainly intentional. 

The doctor sat in front of them, reviewing the papers the pair had just filled out.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Bauman, and one day I may let you call me Murray,” he began, his eyes fixed on the papers in front of him. “I see here on your sheet that you’ve been feeling distant from each other, and that you’re looking to feel more connected, right? Can you tell me more about that?”

“We’re just launching right into it, huh?” Eddie asked. 

“Well, we are on a time crunch here. Your decision how you spend it,” Dr. Bauman answered. 

The man was immediately intimidating.

“Ooookay,” Steve said, taking a deep breath. “Yeah, I guess it just feels like - like he and I don’t even know each other anymore.” Eddie stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand to make it seem like he was maybe getting emotional or perhaps trying not to sneeze. 

“I see,” Dr. Bauman said, eyeing them both suspiciously. “Let’s begin with how you two met and we’ll go from there, okay?”

“We were high school sweethearts,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Wow,” Dr. Bauman commented. “Well, it’s common for a lot of development to happen from then to now. How did you two get together?” Eddie looked to Steve, as if to say, you’re up.

“It just kinda…happened, I guess,” Steve began. “We were assigned as partners for a project and really clicked.”

“Yeah, and then we snuck around for a while. Sneaking kisses in janitor's closets and empty classrooms, you know the drill.” Steve tried not to blush at the thought of sneaking around with high school Eddie. If they were both from Hawkins, did they actually go to high school together?

“Snuck around for the thrill?” Dr. Bauman asked.

“No,” Steve responded. “I wasn’t out yet.” Eddie looked at him curiously, as if he wasn’t expecting Steve to say something so serious. He wondered if it was actually true. 

“Well, that and -” Eddie added. “- he was a popular jock and I was kind of a freak.” This time, Steve looked at Eddie curiously. Steve was a popular jock. Eddie could have assumed that, or made a lucky guess, but something told him that wasn’t the case. 

Eddie Munson. Munson. 

Oh.

Oh!

It took Steve a minute to recover from that information. They did in fact go to school together, they just had never interacted. Eddie obviously remembered, and he obviously knew that Steve didn’t. So what was the goal here? Was Steve being punked or something just so Eddie could get free therapy?

“Steve, you look a little pale there,” Dr. Bauman noticed. “Did that trigger something?”

“Yeah -” Steve croaked, now unable to look at Eddie. If he had, he would have noticed Eddie didn’t look as smug as Steve assumed he was. “Yeah, I just don’t think about high school that much anymore.”

“Why not?” the doctor asked. 

“Because, I - I’ve changed so much since then. I’m not that guy anymore, and I don’t want to be that guy.”

“Ah, I see,” he hummed. “So, Eddie fell for someone who no longer exists. I think I’m understanding the problem here. Eddie, do you feel that you’ve changed?”

Damn. This guy’s kinda good.

“Uhhh -” Eddie began. Neither of them expected this to get so serious so quickly. It didn’t even feel like it was about their imagined relationship anymore. “N-no, I don’t think I have.”

“And Steve, do you think Eddie has changed?”

Steve thought about the limited memories he had of Eddie in high school. Cocky, slightly unhinged, just as he was now. But there was something different, he just couldn’t really pinpoint what. Maybe if he’d talked to Eddie for longer than like ten minutes total in his life, he’d have a better idea. 

Then, he realized the point of this wasn’t to be serious. It was to make shit up. Steve pivoted back to the original plan. 

“Yeah, I mean -” He shifted in his seat, finding himself now thigh to thigh with Eddie, despite not meaning to be. “He’s, uh - it just feels like we don’t have anything in common anymore?” It was something he’d heard lots of couples say.

“Do you want to make this work?” Dr. Bauman asked. 

“Why else would we be here?” Eddie answered. Dr. Bauman narrowed his eyes. 

“You tell me.”

Eddie and Steve were kind of not good at this. Their story was based in truth and not very exciting. They both seemed to realize this at the same time.

“Steve slept with the dogwalker,” Eddie proclaimed. Steve scoffed, half-amused, half-offended. 

“Yeah, well you sold drugs to my mom!” he shot back. The two guys looked at each other, pretending to look angry while simultaneously wanting to laugh. 

“Woooah, there,” Dr. Bauman responded. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Do we want to begin with Steve’s infidelity or Eddie’s illegal activity?”

“That’s not gonna, like, go on record or anything, right?” Steve asked, suddenly anxious. “Like, the cops aren’t gonna show up at Eddie’s door?”

“Our door, babe,” Eddie clarified, not the least bit nervous. 

“Depends on how long ago this happened, I suppose,” Dr. Bauman answered.

“Long time ago,” Eddie said. 

“Are you still currently dealing?”

“No, I don’t even do drugs anymore. Well, like, except pot - but that’s legal now so it doesn’t really count, I think.”

“Dude,” Steve whispered. 

“You brought it up,” Eddie replied just as softly. 

“Right,” Dr. Bauman responded, taking it all in. “No report needed, then. Let’s move onto the dogwalker.” 

They continued to add to their lore as the appointment went on. At one point, Eddie even faked tears. His acting was…decent enough to avoid suspicion, thankfully. When the clock hit 1:45, their time was up, and they’d successfully managed to fool Dr. Bauman. Mission accomplished, date over. Right?

“Well, thank you so much, Dr. Bauman,” Eddie said. “I think you’ve really helped us out today.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Steve said, smiling. “We feel so much better.”

“Now hold on a minute,” Dr. Bauman said with his hands up. “There’s still a lot of work to be done, in my professional opinion.”

“There is?” Eddie asked, confused. 

“Oh, definitely. Most couples go to a minimum of four sessions, and that’s still a low average. Plus, this was only intake. I mean, unless you guys weren’t happy with the counseling I gave you today…”

It felt like a challenge, and Eddie loved challenges. Meanwhile, Steve was too awkward to come clean or tell the doctor they weren’t interested. 

They made another appointment.

-

“Well, that went pretty well, I think,” Eddie said as they left the building. 

“You knew me already?” Steve asked once they were a safe enough distance from the office and Dr. Bauman. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just knew your name and face, man. And, like, your vibe,” Eddie answered. “Back in high school, anyway.” 

“You should have told me,” Steve said. 

“You should have remembered,” Eddie shot back. “Whatever, it was fun. Right?”

“Eddie, I have no idea what that was,” Steve replied. “We have to cancel that appointment.”

“Why? You don’t want to see me again?” Eddie grinned. Steve rolled his eyes.

“No, I - I mean, I don’t want to waste his time. That spot should go to other couples who need it. Meanwhile, we could go get coffee like normal adults.” 

“I dunno,” Eddie said, kicking a pebble in the road as they walked. “I kinda liked it. You can’t tell me you didn’t.”

It was true. Steve couldn’t say that he didn’t.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve unlocked his car and made his way to the door. “We’re canceling.”

“He’s the one that wanted to see us again, Steve,” Eddie reminded him. 

“Yeah, because he thought we were an actual couple.” Steve was getting frustrated at Eddie’s antics, and the way he refused to back down. “I don’t know if this is gonna work, man. This has been, uh - well, it’s been weird, but I think -”

“We have to go, otherwise you’ll be charged a cancellation fee,” Eddie blurted out. It was a lie, a bold-faced lie, and yet -

“So, I’ll pay the fee. Can’t be more than the cost of a full session,” Steve figured. 

“Ugh!” Eddie groaned in frustration. “Okay, fine. Look - I’m annoying as hell, I’m a mess, I’m broke, and I could never afford someone like Dr. Bauman. I don’t know about you, but some of the things he said actually made me think and I kind of want to ask him about, like, real shit.” 

Steve stared at him blankly for a minute. 

“You - you want me to keep going to fake couple’s counseling with you so you can get actual therapy?” Steve asked, stunned. 

“I mean, you could work your shit out, too,” Eddie suggested.

“What shit? I don’t have shit,” Steve insisted. 

“Of course you do! Everyone does!” Eddie yelled. 

“You’re insane,” Steve muttered. The thing was, he wasn’t saying it out of anger. He was saying it in understanding. 

Because the thing was, Eddie had a point. Dr. Bauman was good at what he did, and Steve knew he’d never sign up for individual counseling. He already had the appointment. Eddie smirked. 

“You’re with me, aren’t you?”

Fuck.

“Fine,” Steve agreed. 

-

Notes from Dr. Bauman - 3/18

Eddie and Steve

Together since high school

Feelings of disconnect

Steve/dogwalker

Eddie/mom/drugs

Clearly lying

Clients are faking their relationship for me, for some reason. Will continue to work with them to figure out why. 

They aren’t dating…but they should be

(next chapter)

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#steddie #this is honestly so wild haha #nobody do this irl #but it's fun to read and write about! #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things au #writing #st fanfic

[stuffeddeer]

rock band member dazai where he’s often in the media for drama between him and his previous ex band partner and you happen to run into him (anonymously!) on a chatting app. eventually his “personal conflicts “ he tells you about him and a ex friend start to align a lot with a certain famous singer’s tabloid scandals, so you bite the bullet and ask if it’s him or if he is just going through the same exact specific events dazai is. he ends up revealing his identity and you end up getting backstage tickets to his shows and he ends up just as obsessed with you as you are (chuuya is pissed that somehow that shitty dazai got a partner before him)

its u.

Dazai’s heart rate picked up at the two grammatically incorrect words that popped up in his notifications. You’d been so close to figuring it out for weeks; Was today finally the day?

wdym

Right: play dumb. There’s no guarantee you figured out who he is, so he just needs to stay calm.

Sure, week after week he’d tell you stories from his life that popped up in magazines and circulated around online the next day or so, always causing you to come back and flaunt it in his face that your favorite guitarist had done it “bigger and better” (even though the stories were the exact same). You frequently pointed out similarities in them (being him and… himself) to the point where he almost saved and told you several times, but something always held him back. Maybe he should just finally rip the bandage off.

A photo message came in. It was a screenshot - a screenshot of a picture Dazai had sent you. In the background had a bright red circle around something small. He zoomed in, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Couldn’t you just type it out? What a hassle - oh.

Yeah, he should’ve listened when his manager told him to pick it up and display it properly.

The image was a bird’s eye view of his hand, flashing his fresh coat of nail polish and his rather messy wooden floors (and his cute orange halloween socks). Nothing too damning upon first glance. Sure, you’d mentioned that your favorite band’s guitarist had painted his nails the same color, but that was mere coincidence, right?

No. Because this lazy moron couldn’t put things away, in the top left corner of the photo - the area circled in red - showed an opened package with the platinum record his band was gifted for their most popular song. Why would he have that if not a member of the band himself?

He looked up from his phone blankly, staring at the package still nestled on the side of his room. The only difference from the photo is that it had been pushed slightly to the side since then, stopping him from tripping over it. What a stupid mistake; Dazai had always been much more careful than this (except when he wasn't).

dude

u let me gush to u ab URSELF????

im embarrassed

Dazai smiled. Well, at least things weren’t awkward.

It had been a few months and you and Dazai were happy to talk in person now that he didn’t have to hide his face. You’d been backstage at many of his shows, meeting his bandmates and spending time in person. It had honestly been so much fun, but sometimes Dazai missed the cat and mouse game he’d been playing when you were unsure of his identity - back when you texted him rumors and articles about his own life, saying how crazy it was that your favorite artist went through the same things as him.

He’d woken up earlier than he wanted to due to the myriad of calls blowing up his phone. “What..” He grumbled, not even bothering to check caller ID. “Who is this?”

“You asshole! You got a fucking partner before I did? And they’re hot, too! No way they settled for you,” Chuuya continued to grumble while Dazai put him on speaker phone, tuning him out. Whatever he was yapping about didn’t matter once he noticed a notification from you.

do u know this guy? he seems to be goin thru the same things u r…

A link is included, leading Dazai to an article with a picture of him and you. The first thing he notices is how smitten he looks with you, causing him to blush very faintly as he smiles to himself. Is that really what he looks like around you?

Rockstar Dazai Osamu Finds New Fling - Or Maybe More?

More, definitely more.

“Are you listening, asshole?” Chuuya shouted from his speaker. “How’d ya get a partner before me?”

Dazai smiled, saving the paparazzi shot onto his phone. “My height, definitely.”

#erm very short but heyy anon hope this is what you wanted!! #he'd rb and post that article everywhere . #he printed it out and taped it to his shirt. #I HATE HIM!!!!!! #🦌anon #🦌request #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you

[meraki-yao]

RWRB: The Awardist Podcast Interview Thoughts

Alright after listening to the podcast giddily while aggressively stomping on the cross-ramp machine to work out my extreme happiness and excitement to the point that I burnt through twice as many calories than usual and soaked through my shirt, I'm here with thoughts

Pippin @pippin-katz, who sent me a voice message at 3 am my time to tell me to brace myself and be prepared for what's happening and what I'm going to wake up it, did their own version of a summary+thoughts with timestamps here, go check that one out

So my list of thoughts is gonna be a little more all over the place

Immediately burst out laughing with the "mouthful" joke, even more so when the boys both caught it lmao

"I am not happy to see Taylor's face" and "I have a Post-it I'll stick it over your face now" that is peak bestie behaviour

Nick honey I love you but I... do not believe you don't look through online stuff lmao we literally caught you likely fan content and edits you posted two Henry edits and referenced another one

I love how unintentionally in sync they are??? For the first question they started talking at the same time, and for the second they both started nodding and stayed silent forgetting this was an audio interview

"mate, mate, mate, MATE" and the last one being said in sync oh my god this is so much fun

The whole comment on the signing wars: what Pippin said, we were literally calling Taylor "that little fucker" yesterday when he started taunting us with more BTS (EVERYONE KEEP VOTING PLEASE)

"What possessed you? What have you got against me?", the same energy as "Why do you dislike me?"

Taylor's explanation of signing on Nick's face and how it started made me laugh and scoff a little because I translated that fucking moment: the first time it happened, Taylor was in China, it was the firstprince PR photo not the GQ magazine, he was on a boat, and he was the one to ask for the photos to sign lmao

Again, need to see them sign stuff in the same time and space: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!! :D

"Take it Nick" Nick's little snicker in response

A little heavy and personal but I wish I could talk to them and tell them how much the book, the movie, the characters and the boys mean to me and how it kept me somewhat afloat last October when I was drowning every single day, and how this story made me want to change myself and break out of my status quo

I know I've been saying Taylor knows Casey's pronouns and he gets them wrong when he's nervous, and I stand by that, but God the sigh of relief I let out when he used they/them

"Right Nick?" is so oddly comforting?

Oh my fucking God the "Top to Bottom" joke was a low-hanging fruit but it made me laugh

Also even the order was right! "Top to Bottom", "Taylor and I" (jkjk lmao) 😜

I really fucking hope that the "that's what I'm known for now, doing intimacy work on screen" is an offhand joke and that people don't genuinely label Nick as that

"Why don't you speak for this, Taylor" again, unexplainably comforting

"Seeing my mate at all these awards shows" made me remember a Chinese phrase "頂峰相見·", literally "meeting again at the peak", meaning "I'll see you when we're both at our best"

Nick's burst of laughter at the "who's a better kisser" comment

Taylor I swear to God 🤣 he combined the "is nick a good kisser" and the "who has your heart joey or Nick" questions together and said "I don't know, I don't know how to answer that question, I have no idea" DUDE YOU LITERALLY ANSWERED THE GOOD KISSER QUESTION WITH "YOU KNOW WHAT HE IS A GOOD KISSER WE HAD TO PRACTICE A LOT PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT" WITH ZERO HESITATION (that answer, on that day, was first thing in the morning for me, and I lost my sanity for the next two hours)

I'm so fucking happy and Matthew comes from a theatre too, speaking as a theatre person and someone who has been dissecting this film since its release

I really think there's gotta be more improvised scenes? Or at the very least stuff like the morning after V&A that was a last-minute decision to add in and wasn't in the script, or maybe scenes where there wasn't specific lines written and they just reacted and spoke based on the scenario? Or even little moments, the shoulder kiss or something?

"Tay" OH MY HEART

Ok I can make an argument on both how Nick is like and not like Henry, but Taylor is so ACD that he basically fell out of the book? How does he not see that? (personally think Taylor's very similar to Alex with a bit of Marco?)

Oh my god the whole segment of the DNC/getting caught scene and Taylor's ass

"I will take this one" "yeah"

"I love working with her, we both love working with her" That's sweet- hang on Nick you just have this one scene with her

I have so many more questions about this scene: Was Nick actually in the closet for that one shot? How many takes did it take?

Taylor referencing a detail in Bottoms from like a 30-second scene in the movie!!! Yes!!! We love seeing friends being supportive of each other (suddenly want to hear Taylor's opinions on M&G lmfao)

"And I'm not even going to get into M&G"

The text question is kind of the only question that made me think "Why would you ask that?" because that was definitely more of a directing/editing thing

Nick really freaking loves the cake scene, he mentioned that as his favourite scene three times at this point, all times on audio, twice on video

Aw Taylor's story about Jack... 🥺

But somehow everyone knowing it lmao, and Taylor's fucking awful British accent

And at this point Nick starts swearing lmao

Awww Nick's compliment to Taylor

Tangent: what the fuck is a fuel museum?

Oh I just love hearing them finishing each other's sentences when one of them forgets the word

Lmao imagine just recovering from Covid and then needing to make out for two hours

"Next to a witchcraft shop" What the fuck lmao

Tangent again but I could write a sociology essay on what Taylor said about architecture and history

I swear to God, Nick's "go on Taylor" somehow being softer, you can fucking hear that that little shit is smirking

Taylor saying that he wants a second book from Casey and me immediately going "BOTH OF YOU QUIT YOUR FUCKING JOBS" (I have complicated feelings about the bonus chapter)

"What-if world" exactly!

Taylor pulling out the stats about the queer population: did he fucking calculate that on the spot or he just casually have that information in his head?

the little wrap-up by the hosts was so sweet but somehow talking about Taylor's ass again oh my god (his body hair being digitally edited, it was minx right?)

"it's so sweet and nice and we need more of this in our lives right now" YES WE DO, WE FUCKING DO

"he's gonna be second-guessing his booty" is not a sentence I thought I'd ever hear but here we are

Culture shock moment: the number to call the podcast/American phone numbers is 3-3-4 which caught me off guard for a second cuz here it's 4-4

And that's it for now! God, I need so much more of this, like, if this is what we get out of a half-an-hour podcast interview what would press and promo be like?

Now that we're back for awards I really freaking hope these new RWRB content will be coming back, maybe like once a week or something

WE'RE BACK WE'RE FUCKING BACK WE'RE FUCKING WINNING

EVERYONE GO VOTE GO VOTE GO VOTE

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #taylor zakhar perez #alex claremont diaz #nicholas galitzine #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #firstprince #rwrb thoughts #AHHHHHHHHHHHH #rwrb ramble #my rwrb list #oh my god oh my god oh my god #ahhhhhh #rwrb bts #rwrb cast

[captain-mj]

Can we get a cowboy hat rule one short with a shop of your choice? Or a part 3 for the stripper AU did Ghost finish thinking about Soaps offer of dating? 👉👈🥺

Part 1 Part 2

Stripper au!! I can definitely do that!! They fuck in this one finally

Alejandro threw open Soap's office door before closing it with just as much gusto. "I have a date with Rodolfo!!"

Soap smiled. "That's great!"

Alejandro nodded. "I'm so happy. Something must have changed his minds, but he's finally said yes."

Soap had a funny feeling of a certain Simon Ghost Riley was behind it but he didn't say anything. "Good. Where do you plan on taking him?"

"Nicest restaurant I can. I'm going to be woo him." Alejandro grinned.

Soap nodded. "Have fun dude! I'm happy for you." He watched Alejandro leave, going straight to Gaz's office. Once he was sure he was gone, he texted Ghost. "Thanks for Ale."

"It was mostly for myself. Rudy was upset he hadn't come back in a few days. Said I could pull some strings if he'd finally ask the guy out."

"Well, thanks anyway."

"Of course, Johnny."

Soap stared at the text message for a minute, trying to think of a response when Ghost sent a follow up text.

"I've been thinking."

"Made a decision?"

"You really have no ulterior motive other than getting dicked down. It's funny."

"No, no. Not just dicked down. I want to wine and dine you too."

Ghost took a while to respond. "You a gentleman, huh? Alright. Come to my office."

Soap rushed out and over to Ghost's office. He knocked excitedly and Ghost opened the door. His mask was up and he was in a dark green cardigan that looked oversized despite how big he was.

Simon was... well. Dorky. Soft. Always dressed in comfy but still dark clothing.

Johnny felt such a rush of affection for him. Simon lost a tiny bit of the confidence he had when he saw the lovestruck look on Johnny's face.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Being sappy. Do I have to take my shirt off to seem cool to you?"

"Nah, but I do think it would be nice."

Simon rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come in. Johnny did what he was supposed to and followed after him, grinning like an idiot.

Ghost sighed and locked the door. "Fine. I'll date you. Only because you've been so cute about it."

Soap threw his hands up in a cheer before quickly bringing them back down when Ghost turned to look at him. He got to see him laugh.

Simon took his mask off carefully. "It's okay. If you need to do a little celebration, I'd love to watch." The scarring. It look old, clearly stuff from childhood even if Soap couldn't think of a reason why a child would have a snake that close to their face.

Johnny smiled. "Nae, I'm much more interested in the bonnie in from of me."

"Bonnie?"

"Means pretty."

Soap felt his heart skip a beat in his chest at Ghost's blush. His whole face turned red, all the way down his neck. "Shut up."

"Aye? You're bashful?"

Ghost scoffed but he couldn't hide it.

Soap grabbed his cardigan carefully, not wanting to move too fast just yet. "You do look nice. Thought I'd say it in the Queen's english in case you had any doubts."

Ghost looked down at him and shook his head. "I'm already regretting my decision."

Before Soap could think of something clever or even something smart, Ghost leaned down a little. He kissed Soap's cheek. "Maybe you can give me the lap dance next time. So we're even."

Soap turned bright red and had to look away.

Ghost laughed. "Now who's a bashful bonnie."

Soap swiped at him and laughed. "Oh fuck off. So our first date."

"I was thinking right now. Coffee."

"This is why you're the man for me, Ghostie."

Ghost hit his shoulder but without his mask, Soap could see him blushing. Before they departed, Ghost unfortunately put the mask back on, fortunately though, he did let Soap get a kiss before he did.

Soap followed him like a moth to a particularly bright lamp. He sat with him at a coffeeshop and ordered his drink before talking with him for a few minutes.

Then hours.

Then it hit night and they were still there. Talking.

The poor barista had to gently tell them they needed to leave since the place was closed.

"Want dinner?" Soap asked, smiling at him.

Ghost nodded. "I could eat."

Somehow, they ended up at Soap's place. Soap was pressed to his counter, Ghost kissing frantically down his neck and chest.

Ghost picked him up by his thighs and put him on the counter, kissing him properly without having to lean down. He slotted perfectly between Soap's thighs.

Soap pulled away, putting his hand firmly on Ghost's chest. "Simon."

"Yes?"

"I don't actually know how to lap dance. I'd just sit there like a dead fish."

Ghost stared at him, almost unnervingly long before kissing him. "God you're such a loser."

"Hey-"

Ghost started to unbutton his pants and Soap quickly shut up. He closed his eyes and groaned once Ghost finally got a hold of him. He had been thinking of this moment for weeks. Ever since he saw those leather bound thighs and lovely abs.

Soap had to stop him again though and Ghost glared, clearly telling him he better not be making another joke. "Don't want your hands."

Ghost leaned in, noses bumping each other. He then threw Soap over his shoulder and carried him towards the bedroom. He dropped Soap on the bed, watching him bounce before going through his drawers. "Where do you keep your lube?"

"Bottom drawer."

"Good boy."

Soap groaned and started to kick off all of his clothing. He grabbed one of his pillows and got comfortable on his stomach.

Ghost looked him over appreciatively once he found his target. He got on top of Soap and pressed him down a little. With one hand, he pulled his ass up, squeezing.

His hands were skillful and patient as they got Soap ready. Soap was not patient at all, thrashing and pushing himself back and telling Ghost to please speed it up.

Ghost ignored him, working him open over and over again. He took the rest of his clothing off and set it on top of Soap's clothing. He laid on top of him and pushed in, holding Soap in a death grip.

Soap buried his face in the pillows and groaned. "Holy fuck you're big." He arched his back, determined to get Ghost as deep as he could.

Ghost put his hand on the back of Soap's neck to pin him and rocked his hips gently. "Thank you. People at the club certainly like it."

Soap's eyes flashed and then narrowed. He pressed further back and grabbed Ghost's other hand, kissing it. The two of them moved back and forth in sync, something just working between them.

Soap groaned and his body tightened when he tensed. Ghost pressed tighter against his back and, although he was quiet, he was right in Soap's ear so he could hear him. Small groans and curses.

Soap bit his wrist and he arched. He tried his best to be quiet, but Ghost was dragging out noises Soap didn't know he was capable of making. Every thrust or grind was in just the right spots and Soap was pretty sure he only lasted as long as he had out of the fear of embarrassing himself.

Ghost sped up though and Jesus wept.

Soap came hard, untouched and so flustered he was sure Ghost could tell it wasn't all from exertion.

Ghost breathed gently right next to his ear. "Good lad. Let it all out for me."

Fucking hell.

Soap closed his eyes and felt his cock twitch.

"Is it okay if I come inside?"

He nodded quickly and bit the pillow as Ghost slammed into him. His eyes rolled back as he started to get overstimulated but he wanted, needed, Ghost to finish in him.

Ghost wrapped both arms around him and buried his face in his hair as he came, squeezing tight.

Soap reached up and ruffled his hair.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

[sariahsue]

Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6

Chapter Seven (Final)

Adrien – Good morning. I love you.

After sending that message first thing every morning for a week, Adrien knew better than to expect an answer for another hour, probably two because it was a Saturday. No school to look forward to, but he did have a group brunch date. Nino and Alya had organized it and invited Adrien and Marinette along, and Adrien was left to wonder if that had been part of a plan to set the two of them up. 

He took his time showering and getting ready. He knew it was silly, but he wanted to make sure he looked his best.

By the time he got back, Ladybug had sent him a text. 

My Lady – Love you too. ❤️ Figure me out yet? Adrien – Actually, maybe.  My Lady – Really?! Adrien – It's still just a theory, but I know how I'm going to test it later.  My Lady – I look forward to it!

If he was right, she would. It involved a lot of sappy staring at Marinette. 

Brunch wasn’t for another half hour, but he told Nathalie and the Gorilla to drop him off earlier than he needed to be there. It was something he often did, a way to get as much time out of the house as possible. They hadn't caught on yet. (Or if they had, they'd never said anything about it.)

The place they had chosen was small, but Alya swore they had the best pancakes this side of the Alps. Adrien planned on having everything with way too much syrup. 

He found a good seat near the center of the room and texted Ladybug while he waited. Was she getting ready to come to the same spot? If she was, she gave no indication that she'd be seeing him later, just asked what his plans were for the day, as if she honestly had no idea. He leaned back in his chair as he waited for the others. 

Waiters passed with steaming plates of eggs and croissants and coffee. People bustled in and out around him, saying good morning to friends, enjoying the weekend. Adrien hardly noticed any of them until one of them yanked the back of his chair, almost pulling him down. 

“You gotta be careful, dude. You could fall if you lean too far.”

Chairs scraped on the hardwood floors as Nino and Alya took the seats opposite him. It made sense that they would sit together, but was part of the reason to force Marinette to take the seat next to him?

“Lean over a little bit in that chair, Nino.” Adrien reached across the table to grab his hat, but Nino jerked out of the way. “Just so I know how far back I can go. That's all. I promise I won't knock you over.”

“You know, for some reason, I don't really trust you.”

“Marinette says she's coming.” Alya looked up from her phone.

“Did she sleep in or something?” Adrien asked. Knowing when she woke up would help him decide if he was right, though at this point he couldn't imagine how he could be wrong.

“No, she told me she's been awake for a while.”

One hour, he guessed, based on when she had started texting him back. He drummed his fingers, waiting for her to arrive. He needed to see Marinette. Once he saw her, he was sure he would be able to tell for certain. 

Their server came a few minutes later, taking orders. Alya placed for Marinette after getting an assurance over text that she’d be there soon.

“She’s really excited about this,” Alya continued. “Like, texting me nonstop about it since she got up.”

“My condolences,” Nino said.

“Did she say what got her so excited?” Adrien asked. 

“No,” Alya said, eyeing him. “Why? You think you know?”

Adrien just shrugged, pretending to look down to check his phone, though it was really to hide his face. Ladybug hadn’t sent him anything in ages, and the agonizing wait until he knew who she was was even more unbearable now that he had hope it was almost over. 

Marinette came in, pulling out the seat next to his and scooting in until, probably on purpose, her knee brushed his.

“Good morning!” she said, face shining with excitement. She didn't look directly at him, letting him study her profile. The style of her hair was just right. Her freckles were the same. The curve of her lips. (He’d know those lips anywhere.) And he could see the corner of one blue eye. Exactly the right shade.

Marinette glanced over and caught him looking. The corner of her eye crinkled in amusement, then looked down as she slipped her phone into her coat pocket, her hand lingering out of view.

Adrien’s phone pinged with an incoming message. He looked at it reflexively as Marinette pulled her phone out again and laid it face up on the table in front of her.

“What's that, Adrien?” she asked. “Another text from your mysterious girlfriend?”

It was another picture of him, sent by Ladybug, taken just seconds ago. He whipped around while Nino and Alya laughed at him. People were coming in and out of the doorway, but no one that looked like her. He kept looking anyway because it kept him from looking at Marinette. It had been a picture of him and his friends at the table. Marinette had been sitting next to him when the picture had been sent. Ladybug couldn't have been her. 

He'd been so certain... He'd been hoping it was her. He'd had such a streak of luck lately that he'd actually believed that he’d been fortunate enough to be partnered with Marinette. For a moment, he’d been able to believe that the two best girls he knew were one, and she loved him. Disappointment tasted terrible.

Ladybug probably wasn't going to be in the shot, but he held up his phone and took a picture anyway. He glumly turned back to the table and sent it. 

Marinette's phone buzzed enthusiastically, and she swept it out of sight before Adrien could get a good look at it. All he caught was a glimpse of a room, filled with people and tables and an empty doorway. 

“What?” Marinette asked when he turned to look at her. Alya and Nino both waited quietly for once, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them.

Pulling the picture Ladybug had just sent, Adrien looked over it carefully. He was sitting with his friends, but only two of them. Marinette's seat was still empty. The picture had been taken before she'd sat down. And really, there were hundreds of places to eat brunch in Paris. What were the chances Ladybug just happened to be going to the same one as him this morning?

Found you.

Adrien stared Marinette down. She stared back with the same practiced innocence Ladybug had given him a week ago when they'd first talked about the texting. There was no way they weren't the same person. Her mouth quirked the same way. Her eyes twinkled, whether in civilian clothes or in a red-spotted suit. 

She was right. It was so obvious now that he knew what - who - he was looking at. 

Marinette stayed silent through his whole examination, not raising a question until he pulled away and opened his texting app.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her phone was face down on her lap.

Adrien – Hi 

The buzz that Marinette's phone gave was much quieter, but he was still able to pick it out over the din of the crowd. 

She clenched her hand around it but didn't look away from him. 

Adrien – I Adrien – Love Adrien – You Adrien – My Adrien – Lady

With each message he sent, Marinette's phone buzzed again. The neutral look on her face started to crack. 

“Aren't you going to answer those?”

“No.”

“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “They could be important. Could be from your boyfriend or something.”

“Seeing as I don't have a boyfriend, Adrien,” she put extra emphasis on his name, making sure he knew it was his fault that she didn't, “that would be kind of impossible.” She pressed the phone into her leg to muffle the vibrations.

“Maybe we can fix that?”

He held up his phone right to her face and snapped a picture. 

Another photo message flashed across her screen, and Adrien could see how it lit up the cloth around it. 

“Admit it,” he said. “I figured you out, My Lady.”

“You did, Kitten. Good job.” Marinette held out her phone to him. The screen was full of a picture of her face. Sender: Future Husband. 

Nino was offering his congratulations. Alya was sighing dramatically and saying “finally!” over and over, but Adrien had all but tuned them out. Marinette was Ladybug. He knew who she was. 

And he still couldn’t kiss her. Not the way he wanted to with their friends watching. 

Instead, he grabbed her hand and slowly turned it palm down, placing a long, slow kiss on the back, a promise of things to come.

When he looked up, Marinette’s cheeks were tinged with pink, but she quirked her eyes with a questioning look. That’s it? she silently asked.

He winked at her, and her blush deepened. “Later,” he mouthed. 

---

“I have one question about all of this,” Adrien asked as they walked down the street. “What was the obvious hint that I missed? I know I talked to you a few times that day, and I can't figure out what it was. The offer of help?”

Nino and Alya had completely ditched them the moment brunch was over. Alya said normally they’d make up some excuse to manipulate them into being alone together. She’d paused dramatically to look at their intertwined hands before claiming she didn’t think she’d be needing schemes anymore, then told them to take advantage of the alone time. Adrien had promised her he would, all while Marinette sputtered in embarrassment.

“I made a cat pun,” she said. “A terrible, awful, bad cat pun. And I am ashamed.”

“What was it?”

“No way! I am not saying it again!” Her emphatic arm movements were hampered by his grip on her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Marinette.” He slowed, and pulled on her arm until she stood facing him. They’d started their relationship hidden from everyone, with secrets and texts and masks coming between them. Now they were in public, where anyone could see them. “Can I kiss you?”

“I think I’ve waited long enough,” she said, tilting her head and closing her eyes.

“You?”

Her eyes snapped back open, though her head remained at the perfect kissing angle. “Yes, me. I didn’t think it was going to take you that long. I was dying!”

He took a step back, grinning. “I’m not sure if I want to kiss you now after all. Middle of the sidewalk’s probably not the best place for–”

Marinette pulled him down and planted her mouth on his, and his teasing argument died. Adrien felt like he was melting, being molded into a shape that fit her better. 

She pulled away too quickly, resting her forehead against his. People walked around them, just two regular teenagers kissing in public.

“Technically,” he said after catching his breath, “I think that was just you kissing me again.”

“You were kissing me back. It counts.”

“No.” He let go of her waist to cup her face. “This is me kissing you.” And he lowered himself to meet her.

The End

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If you’ve stuck around for the whole thing, thank you! If you’re interested, I’ve got over 70 other Miraculous stories of varying lengths for you to check out. And I’ve got a bunch more planned. Next up is a one-shot featuring half-reveal, pre-relationship Ladynoir, and an akuma whose power is to throw them into fanfiction tropes. Super fun! Plus a project that’s going to feature a lot of love square kisses! (Okay, well, actually two future projects fit that description, haha!) I hope you stick around! Thanks for reading and for all the comments!

I don't think I ever directly linked the artwork that goes along with this story, so here they are! Cover Ch 5 scene

#ml #adrinette #love square #miraculous #miraculous ladybug

[titaniasfairy]

WILDEST DREAMS

CHAPTER ONE

series summary: you hate anakin skywalker. but can you resist him during your week-long tropical trip with him?

cw: fem!reader, anakin is a dick, bickering, seriously anakin sucks, enemies to lovers, fuckboy!anakin, forced proximity trope, only one bed trope, eventual smut

chapter summary: your friends have planned a week long trip to some tropical island. only you’re forced to stay in a room with the man you hate most, anakin skywalker.

an: hi y’all it’s bear 🐻!! this is my first series everrrr omg i’m so excited. i’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers so i thought i’d write some. i’m not sure how many chapters this will be please enjoy!!

wc: 1.5k

———

god you hated anakin skywalker. you hated his stupid guts.

you hated the way he’d be so nice and caring to every one in your friend group— except you, of course.

they’d be laughing about some story anakin told (that wasn’t even that funny) when you’d open your mouth, only to regret it when his judgmental gaze met yours. your smile would immediately fade and you’d refuse to speak for the rest of the night. but anakin was just fine, engaging in flirtatious banter with other girls at the bar.

did he have to be obvious with his intentions? such a man whore.

you hated how he was good at everything. always offering to fix things for your friends, never charging them anything because he’s so selfless.

but obviously when you called your friend to say your car was having issues , their immediate response was

‘just call anakin! he’s fixed my car plenty of times. i’m sure it wouldn’t be a bother to him!’

you really didn’t want to call anakin, but you figured that there was no other choice. you stood outside your car on the side of the busy street. the wind was blowing and it was getting colder as the sun went down.

maybe your friend was right. maybe if you just called anakin he’d look at your car and give you a ride home. it wouldn’t be a bother, right?

oh but how it would be. you called 3 time only to go to voicemail each time. after what seemed like forever, you got a response when a mutual friend asked him to answer you.

“hello? anakin?”

“what do you want?” he huffed out, already tired of you without you even saying a word.

“anakin my car’s broken down. do you think you could come check it out?”

it was like you could hear his eyes roll through the phone. he’s so damn childish. he answered after a few grunts.

“maybe. where’s it at?” his voice was hesitant, he obviously did not want to help you at all.

“over by scott street..”

“seriously? that’s on the other side of town, dude. no way i’m going out there.”

you could hear a lighter spark on the other line as anakin lit up a cigarette. another thing you hated about him, that nasty smoking habit.

“anakin please! i can’t afford to take it in right now and i’ve got no ride back home, everyone’s busy.”

you didn’t know why you begged so hard to get him to help you. honestly, you could’ve called a local shop to tow your car and get it looked at. for some reason you were drawn to him and his rudeness.

“whatever, but you’re paying me for this.” he took a drag from his cigarette, and you could hear him exhale through the phone.

“thank you so much oh my god i don’t know what i’d do without you! i’ll pay you whatever you want i pro-“

anakin hung up the phone.

your relationship did not improve after this occurrence. you thought that since you two “bonded” over the silence of the ride back to your place , or since he sent you a very cut and dry message saying that there was something wrong with your alternator, or since you paid him through venmo that you two would get along.

but alas, you were wrong. in fact this only made you hate him more. what did you ever do to him? it’s not like you’ve ever been rude to him or anything. in fact he’s the one that’s rude. you should be the one acting like him!

why do you even care so much? you don’t want his attention. you’d rather die than have those gorgeous ocean blue eyes stare at you from across the room.

he’s not even worth thinking about. anything that leaves his mouth is just mean and crude towards you. mouth. anakin’s mouth. those plump pink lips that wrap so perfectly around a cigarette-

that too! why would you ever want someone with a nasty smoking habit. you bet his lungs are tar black and gross. another reason that you shouldn’t care about anakin skywalker.

but you can’t help but get a little excited when your friends say that they’ve planned a big trip for their spring break— a lavish vacation to some tropical island.

of course all of your friends were bringing their respective partners, so you were stuck to room with anakin. you wish you could deny the thoughts that rushed into your head when you were told this. there’d be optimal space and two beds so there’d be no need to worry, you were told.

you packed accordingly: skimpy swimsuits, breathable dresses, short cut jean shorts. you secretly wonder how anakin will react to your outfits. you also pack a number of headache pills and hangover cures. lord knows how drunk you’ll be over there.

maybe you’d be drunk enough to forget your stupid crush on stupid anakin.

———

today you would leave for the airport with your friends. jason would pick you all up from your places to carpool to the airport in his jeep with his girlfriend.

but of course, plans changed and now amy and brad would ride themselves to the airport. since jason doesn’t need all that room they’d just take his girlfriend’s car! but they can only fit the two of them and their luggage.

in summary, anakin would be forced to drive himself to the airport, along with you. another decision that your friend had to beg him to make. were you really that annoying?

you had planned to leave at 5:30 am to get to the airport at 6:00, which gave you enough time to board at 7:00 and arrive on the island at 10:00. this was all discussed thoroughly in the travel group chat so everyone knew what to do.

but anakin apparently didn’t see it. he gets to your apartment at 6:00 and the two of you barely make it to the airport in time to board and take off.

the drive was miserable. anakin was absolutely not a morning person, who didn’t listen to anything you had to say. the moment you’d get out a word he’d turn up his obnoxiously loud music on his stereo.

it wouldn’t have been a moment with anakin without his constant complaining, either. you were told how you “ruined this trip” for him with you going. anakin said he was supposed to bring some girl with him but was told there was no room since you were coming along.

you were in no mood to bicker, so you just stayed silent until you reached the airport. now you’d only have to deal with the stress of tsa.

thankfully, once you boarded the plane everything went fine. you were seating next to an older couple who just renewed their vows, and other than the old man’s occasional snoring there really wasn’t an issue.

as the plane landed you noticed the beautiful scenery on the island. the pretty trees and clear blue waters under a cloudless sky made you excited for the week to come.

the itinerary jason’s girlfriend made said that you were to check in around 11:30 and hang around the resort area until 7:30 where your group would have a dinner on the beach.

the resort was absolutely stunning. with a perfect view to the beach, it was like you were in a castle by the sea. inside the lobby were beautiful marble statues and detailed artworks hung on every wall. how did your friends afford this?

after what felt like standing in line for hours in the check in line, you finally found yourself in front of the door to your room that you and anakin would share for the week. you entered the key and the door unlocked, leading you to a beautiful sunlit room with a window looking onto the water.

only this didn’t look like the room on the website. there was only one bed. well actually, there was a bed and a pullout couch but there was no way you would be sleeping on that. your back would probably ache for the whole trip and that is one thing you will not have.

you called the front desk and told them about the issue, only to be told that there was nothing they could do. the resort was too overcrowded when the booking was made and they had to switch you over into a smaller suite.

thankfully, anakin had not arrived yet so you placed your bags on the bed as a way to mark your territory. ‘first come first serve, skywalker.’ you thought.

you could only imagine what he was doing. maybe he got lost or something, the man couldn’t make his way out of a wet paper bag. or maybe he’s flirting with the front desk attendant. you could only pity the girls that fall in line with anakin.

with all the rush this morning and the exhausting flight, you decided to get a little rest for awhile. you close the curtains to give yourself some darkness and get in the queen-sized bed.

the bed was soft and extremely comfortable with fluffed pillows and breathable sheets. for a second you imagine what it’d be like to lay in bed with anakin, what’d it feel like to wake up next to him in the morning.

but that’s ridiculous. you have no reason to be with anakin, even though he definitely doesn’t want you in the first place. eventually, your thoughts subside and the sound of the waves outside calm you to sleep.

#modern anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #star wars smut #star wars #star wars anakin

[julibeeline]

I love you, just you ⛄️🌪 [karl jacobs]

[karl jacobs x reader]

“your boyfriend seems to be too preoccupied with tina to even acknowledge you”

warnings: angst

masterlist

​​getting singled out; an expression of being excluded, isolated and neglected. something that had never crossed your mind until this very second.

“that just reminded me of that one time-“ karl’s giggle-laugh droned out in your ear as you heard him and tina making another inside joke for the 5th time in the past half hour. originally you had thought this stream was a fun idea, your boyfriend had wanted you to meet one of his close friends, in real life, in a stream, just the three of you.

it was at first, until it became unbearably pathetic for you to be stuck in a room with this atmosphere that anyone could tell was uncomfortable. just for you, though, not them.

you couldn't figure out where it went all wrong, the supposedly innocent ‘you laugh you lose’ stream really took a 180, as you now sat there awkwardly looking around the room until the next media share popped up. next to you sat karl and tina, poking one another, trying to make each other laugh; “a part of the challenge” he says.

your legs shook underneath the shared desk as you looked through chat, trying to thank the donations that the other two seemed to miss, of course they did, being too stuck up each other’s asses. subtle tears seemed to slightly blur your vision as you read what the viewers sent in chat. it only made you feel worse.

tf is karl doing?

i feel so bad?? what the fuck is going on?

someone tell those two to stfu

i thought karl was y/n’s boyfriend? not tina’s?

lmfaoo why’s tina trying so hard to get karls attention 💀

you got up from your chair, making an excuse to go to the bathroom. karl didnt even seem to notice anyways. when you entered the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and started to text you and karl’s shared best friend, quackity. ha, seems like he beat you to it.

alex

hey you okay? whats going on in karl’s stream?

you

i dont know

i wanna get out of here

alex

why are they such assholes?

they shouldnt be leaving you out like that.

especially karl

he was right, you didn't deserve this. god you wanted to break up with karl right there and then. but you didn't. instead, you returned back to the stream and patiently waited for it to come to an end. damn they were really having the time of their lives.

bro its been going on for the past hour 😐

karl doesnt even deserve y/n tbh

my respect for karl and tina 📉📉

as the stream slowly ended and tina left the house after saying her goodbyes, it became an uncomfortable silence between you and karl. the lively atmosphere stopped too abruptly, it seemed that karl had finally sensed something was wrong.

“hey baby, you okay? im sorry the stream was a bit long-“

“i think im gonna go to bed. im kinda tired” you mutter, going past him to his bed.

“o-oh okay, uhm have a good night-“

you close the door.

karl stood there behind the door that you had just closed, wide eyed. he slowly walked back to his monitor, perhaps you weren’t feeling too well? 

he had planned to edit the stream he had just done, thinking it went pretty well. as he opened up the vod from twitch, he got an uneasy feeling in his stomach. 13 unread messages from quackity on discord?

quackity

karl wtf?

its getting kinda annoying for y/n right now man

KARL

KARL

STOP

this is bullshit

what are you even doing?

karl

youre leaving y/n out

so is tina

dude

hey asshole?

read your texts

karl’s eyes widened as he read through the texts, guilt bubbling up in his stomach. he furrowed his eyebrows as the vod played on his second monitor, shifting his attention to it.

“KARL STOP YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LAUGH STOP POKING ME” tina’s voice played from the video. the back of his throat felt tight, panic starting to rise in him.

he continued watching the vod, occasionally skipping to other parts of it when the shame got too much to handle. the visible dismay on your face only helped it grow.

what was he even doing?

as he replayed the chat, his eyes glossed over.

hesitantly getting up from his seat, and taking off his headphones, karl walked over to his bedroom door.

he thought to himself before he opened the door. what should he say? how does he start? was it too late already?

the sight when he opened the door, somehow managed to crack his heart in the slightest.

you were on one side of the bed, far away towards the wall. where he usually slept with you was now empty, his spot on the bed seemed way too accessible now.

the guilt and regret slowly washed over him as he got in, wrapping one arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer. for some kind of reassurance for himself.

“y/n? are you awake?”

“mm..”

“im so sorry” 

“what?” you mumbled half asleep and sat up slowly. you were met with karl’s worried, now red eyes, never daring to make eye contact with you.

“you know i love you, right? and im really sorry, i shouldn't have left you out like that. im sorry for ignoring you and only talking to tina, im just so sorry and i don’t blame you if you want to break up, it’s just I didn’t mean to-”he cries.

“karl, slow down, its fine-”

“i love you, just you”

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #angst #mcyt angst

[mochiimadness]

I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT THE MOMENT I DISCOVERED IT.

and if you're open for requests, can you maybe do a ROTTMNT Leo x reader?

It's where April(my queen) has a bestfriend who is also a mutant(which she doesn't know) A kitsune mutant perhaps? Reader went to visit April and unfortunately got into a sticky situation 😔 but ofc reader can fight.

It was when April received a message late from reader saying they got into trouble

So they went to rescue her purrr

But all they encountered was a Mutant fighting one of the member of the Foot clan

👀and Leo was amazed by her.

(It's corny I know, and if you're not interested or uncomfortable with my request. You can completely ignore it! ♥️) - from a queer reader☕

The city lights shone brightly in the night, practically lighting up every corner of New York city- well, nearly every corner. You had been on your way to meet up with your best friend, April O'Neil, at her apartment. Unfortunately, instead of enjoying the nice, chill walk to her place, you had been dragged into a bit of a tight spot.

Having decided to cut through an alley way to get to her apartment quicker, you'd rounded the corner and stopped short at the sight of a foot clan operation. A few grunt ninjas carried boxes containing who knows what from what seemed to be the fire exit of a ... paper shop?? (Ah, it was probably paper in those boxes then.) Into the back of a rather fortified looking vehicle.

Among the foot soldiers stood a bulky man, barking out orders to "Hurry up and load these boxes, we have places to be!" at the soldiers. A bright mystic flame hovered above his head, casting light onto the orange foot print in the center in his face. Had someone stepped in orange paint and kicked him??

Just as the leader looking dude started to turn his head in your direction, you dove behind a dumpster to avoid being seen- just barely hiding in time. Digging into your pocket, you yanked your phone out and shot a quick message to April saying you had gotten into some trouble. Whatever this was, you knew you would be late and did not want your friend to come looking for you and run into this. Just as you finished typing and hit send, a large shadow loomed over you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Looking back over your shoulder, you flashed a toothy grin in your best attempt to seem nonchalant. "Uh, hi? Just inspecting this dumpster here, yup- seems perfectly fine so I'm just gonna head out-" you said, cringing at the obvious lie (what- you had to say something-) and jumping to your feet to make a break for it.

A large hand grabbed you by the back of your collar and yanked you back before you could make your escape. "Hey, we got some more dumpsters back here that you need to check. Can't have any loose ends, right?" The foot leader said, snapping his fingers to get the other soldiers attention. They dropped the boxes (some looking rather relieved to drop the boxes they had been carrying), each pulling out varying weapons and stalking closer to the two of you.

At this, you reached up to grip at your cloaking device, lips pulling back into a grimace- your teeth looking noticeably... sharper compared to your grin from earlier. "Yeah, I guess you're right." You sighed, before yanking the device off, magic looking mist enveloping you in a bright flash.

~~~

"Guy's we've gotta go!" April shouted, barging into the lair with her phone held high. The turtles looked up from around the lounge, faces stuffed full of pizza. Raph was the first to pipe up, swallowing his pizza down quickly and jumping to his feet.

"What's wrong? A break in? Is Mayhem in trouble again??" The red masked turtle asked, stepping over his brothers to meet April halfway.

"What? No- look my friends in danger. We were supposed to meet up but she just sent me this message saying she got into trouble! We gotta go!" April said, shoving her phone towards the others to show them your message (which specifically told April not to come help).

"I'm sure they're fine, they probably just ran into New York's famous traffic or something." Donnie hummed dismissively after reading your message, taking another bite out of his slice of pizza. April and Raph turned towards him with a glare, to which he turned away from.

"Well, April says we gotta go, so let's go just in case." Leo piped up, rising to his feet and stretching briefly. "And if it's nothing, she can buy us another pizza." He sent a grin towards April before grabbing Donnie and Mikey to haul them up- each hurrying to finish their last slices.

April rolled her eyes at this but turned and rushed out of the lair. "Yeah, yeah, deal- let's just go already!"

~~~

When April had told them about her friend being in possible danger, Leo had expected a mugging at most. Or maybe even some minor mutant trouble- after all, there were still several mutant silverfish on the loose.

What he hadn't been expecting was several foot clan soldiers sprinting out of an alley- screaming.

"Eough boy- this definitely isn't nothing." He grimaced, glancing at his brothers and April as they each pulled out their weapons. "We should probably hurry-"

"No kidding!" April interrupted, readying her bat and charging into the alley.

"Wait- shouldn't we- oh forget it." Leo started, before lifting his katanas and rushing after April- only to skid to a stop right beside her.

There, further in the alley, was a giant fox fighting Foot Brute- and winning. There were several other soldiers scattered around the alley, most unconscious- some scrambling to get up and run away. The foot brute himself was yelling in panic, attempting to block several powerful looking hits from the fox's tails-

Multiple tails.

Mouth agape in shock at the sight, he glanced at April. "By any chance- did your friend say anything about a giant fox mutant?" He asked, turning his gaze back to follow the fox's- admittedly impressive- attacks.

April shook her head, glancing around in search of you. "Nope- definitely no fox mutant mention-" She paused, spotting your cloaking device and bending down to snatch it up.

"Kitsune." Donnie corrected, pulling out his phone to take a quick photo of the mythical creature- for documentary reasons, of course. "That's an actual real life kitsune!" The flash of Donnie's camera going off caught the attention of the kitsune and Foot Brute- both whipping their heads around to see where it came from.

Leo watched as the kitsune locked its gaze on April, freezing for a moment in what looked like a mix of surprise and exasperation, before seemingly remembering it had just been in the middle of a fight. Whipping its head back around to face Foot Brute, it dodged a rather powerful punch with ease before spinning to slam its tails into the brute.

And he went flying.

"Woah-!" Leo jumped back in shock, watching the foot brute sail over their heads and land with a loud crash. A glance around showed that his brothers and April were in equal states of shock- a single hit from those tails was enough to send a mystic powered brute of a man flying like a softball!

Looking back at the kitsune, Leo stared in a mix of awe and slight fear as it walked towards them slowly. "Uh... we don't want any trouble- just looking for her friend." He said, smiling nervously. He could actually feel his heart rate speeding up the more as the creature got closer (though, he wasn't sure if it was just out of fear).

It was beautiful- each of its tails were raised, looking as though they were flowing in invisible wind or water and seemingly harmless (he might have believed them to be, had he not just seen them literally send one of their enemies flying)

Not to mention, its fur was reflecting the city's lights- shimmering slightly in a way that seemed magical. Surely there must have been some mystic element, Leo had never seen a creature's fur shine like that naturally.

Leo snapped out of his train of thought when April waved slightly, the girl stepping back and slowly raising her bat. "Yeah uh- haven't seen her, have you?" She asked, half expecting the kitsune to charge at them.

Instead, it paused with a roll of its eyes and sighed loudly. "Yeah actually- pretty sure I told you not to come, April."

Everyone's jaw dropped at that.

~~~

Plucking your cloaking device from April's hand with careful claws, you fixed it back onto your person. Mystic mist enveloped you for a moment, before revealing your 'human' form to April and her... friends?

April sputtered for a moment, gesturing at you and blinking rapidly before throwing her hands in the air (narrowly missing a turtle with her bat). "Excuse me- hello?! When were you gonna tell me you're a fox-"

"Kitsune."

"- kitsune mutant!?" She asked, correcting herself.

You shrugged at that, chuckling nervously. "I wasn't really planning on telling you- but you weren't going to tell me you had mutant friends either, were you!?" You pointed out, gesturing broadly at the four turtles. The one with the blue mask was staring rather hard at you. Raising an eyebrow at him, he quickly looked away.

Well, that wasn't awkward at all.

April cleared her throat, "Well- uh, yeah you got me there." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck briefly before smiling at you. "You looked cool, by the way! Where'd you learn to fight like that?"

You glanced around the alley way littered with several foot soldiers- some of them starting to stir. "I'll tell you about it later- we should probably get out of here before they wake up."

"You can come to our place!" the blue masked turtle blurted, voice a little too high. Everyone looked at him in varying degrees of surprise. He cleared his throat at this and put on a rather winning smile. "I mean, if you want to. Any friend of April's is a friend of ours, right guys?"

His red clad brother nodded in agreement. "Yeah- plus, you just took out a bunch of those foot guys no problem- and you're a mutant. That gives ya the all clear in my book!" He turned towards a manhole cover, and gestured at it. "C'mon, we'll lead the way."

You smiled at this, beginning to follow after them. "Thanks that sounds pretty good, I appreciate it."

While waiting for them to move the manhole cover, you noticed the blue clad turtle step beside you.

Waving, he flashed you a bright- slightly nervous looking, smile. "Hey, I'm Leo, by the way." He greeted, sticking his hand out towards you. "You looked pretty awesome fighting out there."

You returned the smile, reaching out to hold his hand and shake it as you told him your name. "Thanks, cool swords." You added, glancing at the katanas strapped to his shell.

Leo spun around slightly to give you a better look at them. "Thanks- maybe you can try them out sometime, if you could teach me some of those moves you were doing?" He offered.

You blinked in surprise, pausing for a moment before grinning. "Sure, sounds like fun." You agreed, taking him up on that offer. Who knows, he seemed like a chill dude- it could be fun. Plus, the smile he gave you at that was admittedly pretty cute.

With that, Leo stepped aside to let you go down into the sewer before him, reaching a hand out to help you in.

How sweet!

Hey! I hope you enjoyed, sorry for the super long wait!

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. I don't usually write long one shots, so I hope it turned out alright!

Updated and edited as of February 16th, 2024

#my writing #rottmnt #neon leon #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rise of the tmnt x reader

[wlfhrdlover]

Could you do an ajax x fem!reader where the reader clinically suffers from ptsd and Rowan keeps on doing her triggers (Making loud hitting sounds etc) when they're all in the nightshades meeting and thats the reason why everyone kicked him off the group and ajax is protecting the reader. just general fluff tbh

I'll write it based on my experience around loud noises, so I'm sorry if you don't like it </3

also, I feel like that Ajax is the "i'm always calm and happy but you mess with her and I'll fuck you up" type of boyfriend, idk.

LOUD

Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

summary: Rowan pushed Ajax's buttons in a Nightshades meeting.

WARNINGS! mentions of violence, PTSD, abusive parents, kinda of a panic attack, asshole!Rowan, reader is a shadow manipulator (please message me if I forgot something).

Rowan was loud when he wanted and you knew it, you and Rowan never got along very well, in your first day you thought that you two would be best friends or at least friends, both being quiet and never getting lucky around people.

But you were wrong, Rowan was mean, really mean. One time he found out about your fear towards loud noises, reason unknown for him, but it was enough to give him something to use against you.

But you were wrong, Rowan was mean, really mean. One time he found out about your fear towards loud noises, reason unknown for him, but it was enough to give him something to use against you.

At first, you thought it was accidental how he would always clap his hands near to your ear or how things would fall right on your side, making you jump and heart race with the loud noise. Then, you figured out that it was just Rowan showing how much of a bully he could be.

The worst times was when you were in the Nightshades meeting, when the library echoed the loud noises and it always took you out of guard, you always ended up throwing up when you walked back to your dorm.

You didn't know why Rowan didn't like you, but you never tried to find out too, Rowan scared you.

Even though you never talked about it, people around you noticed how Rowan would always smirk when he made you jump or when he got a glance of the tears pooling in your eyes. Who noticed it first though was your boyfriend, Ajax Petropolus.

Sometimes he would glare at Rowan whenever he saw how his lips curved, the boy quickly walking away when Ajax approached you, honestly, Ajax was getting tired of it, he hated to see you so shaken up because of someone like Rowan.

Today though was really complicated, you didn't had the best day and you were oddly more jumpy than normal, now you were in your daily Nightshades meeting, Kent was rambling about something that happened on his swimming time and you just smiled softly trying to comfort him, but your smile quickly dropped when a loud noise echoed inside of your head.

Something similar to a belt and it took you completely out of guard, suddenly your mind flew back to your house and principally to your father.

When Ajax heard the sound his eyes quickly darted to Rowan and he was mad, really mad, Rowan was almost laughing at your face.

— Dude what the fuck is your problem?- Ajax groaned throwing the book on his hand towards Rowan's back.

— My bad- Rowan sarcastically said.

— You need to stop doing that Rowan, seriously- Bianca sent a glare to the boy.

Suddenly the library started to get dark and cold, way too dark and Ajax knew exactly who it was, his eyes quickly turning to you.

His blood boiled when he caught the sight of your eyes wide open, your hands shaking and tears rolling down your cheek.

— Rowan get out of my sight right now- Ajax said between his teeth.

— And don't come back, you're out of the Nightshades- Bianca warned and Rowan simply rolled his eyes and walked out.

Ajax quickly made his way towards you.

Your mind was racing, flashes of your father and his belt, the screams, you trying to beg for him to stop.

"You never know how to keep your mouth shut", "SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL MAKE YOU".

When a warm hand held your arm, your legs failed and you fell down, almost crumbling, the shadows around you getting more and more darker, you wanted to be swallowed by them, just disappear.

But your mind was fogged, so when you only saw Ajax's hands lifting to take your hair out of your face, out of instinct you pulled away.

— I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't hit me please- you cried and Ajax's heart broke completely.

— Love, it's me, it's only me, I'm not going to hit you- he calmly said and kneeled in front of you- It's just you and me now love, no one is going to hurt you again, I'm right here my love- he said.

Your mind slowly started to get back in place, his grip on you never left but you could barely feel it as he held you so gently to not startle you more.

— It's okay sweet girl, just let it out, I'll hold you- he whispered and you cried, you completely broke down in front of him- I'm gonna hug you, is that okay?- he asked and you nodded, he slowly pulled you in his embrace, your head resting on his chest as he caressed your back, your body relaxed on his.

Ajax was so gentle with you, when he noticed how horrified you were of loud noises, he would always arrange your dates in quiet places, bring headphones with him everywhere in case you needed it and always offering his care to calm you down.

You were so grateful to have him with you, he never tried to question about your fear because he knew it was a sensitive topic for you, so the only thing he did was be there for you, whenever you needed and wherever you needed.

He was there.

Ajax was always there.

— Just me and you love, just me and you- he whispered and when you fully calmed down he asked Yoko to bring a cup of water- Give me your hand my love- he asked and you held his hand tightly.

Ajax helped you up, his arm still around your body, your friends looking at you worriedly but smiling softly to assure you that was okay.

Yoko came with a cup of water and Ajax let go of your hand to help you drink it since you were still shaken up, even if you didn't he would help you anyways, Ajax just wanted to make sure that you were okay.

— Let's go back to my dorm and sleep, is that okay?- he whispered and you nodded gripping on his hoodie, he smiled and kissed your head- Okay, I love you my sweet girl- he said.

— I love you too Jax- you muttered.

That night, Ajax held you close to his chest, whispering sweet things in your ear to help you sleep, his hand always caressing your head, always checking to see if you were okay and if you needed anything.

Honestly, the only thing you needed was him and none of you complained about it.

extra!

Ajax made sure that Enid was distracting you when he made his way to Rowan, pulling him inside of an empty room, Rowan looked at him.

— Don't even think about it- Ajax warned and Rowan backed off- Listen to me Rowan, I noticed your little game and I'll warn you, you pull that shit again towards my girl and I'll completely fuck you up, you don't wanna see me mad Rowan, because believe me, the last thing you want to see is a mad gorgon- he said so lowly and in a scary tone that Rowan could see his life passing by his eyes- Stay away from my girlfriend and we're good, understood?- he asked.

Rowan nodded quickly and searched for his inhaler, Ajax smiled sarcastically and forcefully tapped the boy's shoulder, Rowan yelped im pain.

Ajax walked out of the room and you were walking by, your shadows almost hiding you from his view.

— Hey my love, wanna go to the botany class and see the new plants? I heard that some of them are your favorite ones- he smiled and you nodded taking his hand, he glanced at Rowan who quickly walked off.

Good.

#ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus fluff #fluff #georgie farmer fluff #georgie farmer x reader #georgie farmer #wednesday

[sollattes]

Boyfriend-gut-feeling

todoroki yosuke x reader

It was nearing midnight already, and todoroki still hadn't gotten a message from you, and it was making him feel uneasy and agitated.

Time and time again todoroki was checking his phone for your notification, he even changed the ringtone from your notification to the others so he would easily know if it from you or something irrelevant (read:fujio and the other oya dudes).

Fuck being a normal student, you were already considering to just give up and become a delinquent like your boyfriend but knowing todoroki he would really hate that, but like what the fuck man, who the hell gave calculus the right to be this hard.

You have been staring at the same problem for about 15 minutes now, trying to figure out how to solve it but there was just nothing coming into mind and not gonna lie the loud grumbling of your stomach to feed yourself was getting really distractive, maybe you should've alteast eaten a rice ball before throwing yourself into this deep-studying-rabbit-hole.

Todoroki couldn't handle the anxiety anymore and went to see you not forgetting the favourite earphones you both shared since he had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you need to wind down properly or alteast relax a bit.

About 20 minutes more staring into the problem when you heard your phone start ringing, being too used to the silence the ringtone made you jump a bit but you immediately relaxed when you saw that it was just your boyfriend calling you, it had completely slipped off your mind to update todoroki as you both promised to update each other with just alteast a short sentence or one sentence, he was probably worried since you would normally update him from time to time but as you saw you're last update was almost yesterday since it was just a good morning that you sent to todoroki at 3:27 am.

When you answered the call, you heard nothing but your boyfriend's harsh breathing at first, "outside, it's freezing." todoroki's shuddering voice greeted you.

You hurriedly looked outside from your window, and suprise! Todoroki is there, freezing his ass off but still he looked cute, a cute tint of red painted his cheeks and nose and the lower part of his face was being covered by a scarf, hands in his jacket's pockets.

the sight of todoroki made you giggle as it was out of character of him. You were so used to seeing him in his school uniform and act all cool that you almost forgot your boyfriend had his fluffy side but seeing him outside of your house in his dinosaur pajamas with the scarf you knitted for him reminded you, very very well.

You quickly go outside to end your boyfriend's freezing misery, you immediately hugged him to atleast share some body heat with him and quickly put a hot compress on his hands since you know how easily they get cold.

You put the hot compress between your hand and todoroki's hand, then put it in your jacket pocket, then started walking with him.

"What are you doing here?" You broke the silence after a minute of walking.

"You weren't messaging me so I got worried and went to see you immediately," todoroki stopped for a bit to look down at his shoes, "and I had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you needed me or something" he mumbled but still it was loud enough for you to hear.

It took you a second or two to realise what he had just said, and when it finally hit, you decided to tease him a bit, "your 'boyfriend-gut-feeling' got you worrying for me huh? The top gun of oya high school gang, todoroki yosuke, got his boyfriend-gut-feeling worrying for his s/o~" you realesed a shit-eating-grin towards his direction as he just continued to look down at his shoes to hide the blush that were darkening his red cheeks more.

As the two of you were just mindlessly walking in silence your stomach's hungry grumble disturbed the silence and it made you feel embarrassed then flashed a small smile towards todoroki.

"And my boyfriend-gut-feeling is right even if you made fun of it," todoroki laughed softly, "cmon I know a nearby convenient store, we can eat there since almost every restaurant near is closed", todoroki dragged you by the hand to be faster.

Arrived at the convenience store, and you excitedly went for the food section and scanned your options.

Todoroki could only watch in awe as he watched you with your bright, wide eyes picking on what yakisoba or onigiri to eat, he moved to drinks section, grabbing himself a coke and grabbing you a juice drink, then moving on to the snacks he grabbed just small ones so you won't feel too full.

After picking yours and todoroki's food, you immediately went to look for todoroki to pay. Once you found him, you both looked at each other and laughed softly on how much you knew each other so well that you didn't even have to ask the other what they wanted.

Finally seating down at a table outside the convenience store after paying, you were waiting for todoroki patiently to heat up both of your food.

Before starting to eat with todoroki, he brought out your favourite earphones that you both always shared. todoroki plugged it into his phone and played the playlist he created for you before starting to eat.

It was just a quiet meal between the two of you, just enjoying each other's presence while a 1975 song was playing in the background. Both of you steal glances of each from time to time.

Todoroki should really listen to his boyfriend-gut-feeling all the time.

#high and low #high and low fic #high and low the worst #high and low the worst cross #disgustingly fluffy #todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #todoroki and his boyfriend-gut-feeling #i love him sm actually 🫶🏻 #Spotify