#if he’s hanging out with the rest of the boys he’ll be gross like them

[firefly-sky]

yall stop drawing kyle out to be this neat freak oh so perfect guy. let him be gross sometimes. im not saying let him be a pig, a la cartman, but like-stop making him a neat freak and let him act like a teenage boy (or however old you write him, im just going off what age i write him as which seems to be the most popular age on here based off a poll i did)

example. world of warcraft. c’mon. oook at him there.

#like let him be a little gross #let him burp every once in a while or smth like let him act like his age #like just because he’s polite in comparison to his friends doesn’t mean he should be like one of those ppl on r/niceguys #he doesn’t always have to be the goody two shoes oh so perfect good boy neat freak who’s never done anything gross in his life #i’m not saying turn him into an unruly pig #i’m just saying stop making him some nice guy stereotype #the bar is kinda low when it comes to politeness in his friend group too #like he knows his audience #if he’s hanging out with the rest of the boys he’ll be gross like them #if he’s in public he’ll be a little more polite because he knows his audience #like idk this just bugs me #he’s not some perfect guy like so many people want him to be. he’s a kid in south park. ppl there would be gross. #and kyle isn’t an exception just because he’s more morally inept than the people around him #south park #kyle broflovski #bambi rants #is this a bad take? maybe. do i care? no

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 1

Hello! I know there are a few minutes left of the poll, but there is nothing that could happen in the next 15 minutes that is going to change the outcome.

3 to 1 in favor of the main story first. The only reason I asked, was because that story has been finished a long time, but this one is just getting started. But the masses have spoken.

Original prompt here.

Summary: Eddie and the Corroded Coffin boys made it big right out of high school. So big that Metallica could open for them. Outselling the biggest bands and artists. They are huge. Then a small little indy metal band called The Fallen comes on the scene. They wear hoods and masks and go by aliases. Eddie (and most of the rest of the metal scene) are dismissive of them. More splash then talent.

Only fans don't thinks so. So when Dustin takes him to one of their concerts Eddie learns two things.

One that they are super talented.

And two, that he knows at least of one the members' of the band's real identity.

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @redfreckledwolf @emly03 @itsall-taken

****

Getting out of Hawkins had always been the dream. Being able to do it with three of the best people he had ever had the pleasure of knowing with their music? That was the cherry on top of the icing.

But Eddie never dreamed that Corroded would outsell one his favorite bands of all time. Never even crossed his mind to dream about.

But there it was in black and white. Corroded Coffin was the highest grossing band of the year. Metallica was seventh. Fuck they had outsold Taylor Swift for Christ’s sake.

Barely.

But it still counted damn it!

What was a surprise was the number nineteenth best selling band of the year. A band he’d never heard of before. The Fallen. It said the genre was metal in that little italic font.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Yeah, it was impossible to listen to every up and coming metal band. But if they had already hit this big with only their second album, surely Eddie would have heard them on the radio.

Only on their last tour Chrissy Cunningham, their beautiful and amazing manager had put an embargo on the radio because the riffs were finding their way into Eddie’s song writing. So he guessed it made sense that he hadn’t heard of them.

So he called the one person he knew who would have all the details on these guys.

“Dusty!” he greeted when the man picked up. Man. Shit, when did they all get so old?

“Eddie!” Dustin greeted back. “Finally back in town?”

Eddie grinned. “You know it. Dude, you know my tour schedule better than Chrissy does.”

“Maybe.”

He laughed. “Guess who hit the top of the most successful metal bands of the decade?”

“Oh my god!” Dustin screamed. “That’s so cool! Is the issue out on stands yet or did you get a sneaky peak for having made it to the top of their list?”

Eddie winced. “Sadly the later. But! I can bring it over to show you when I come to hang out.”

“That’s acceptable,” Dustin said. “Steve just got back in town, too. That label he works for sure does like dragging him all over the world.”

Eddie hummed. “Yeah? Where’d they send him this time?”

“Japan if you can believe it,” Dustin huffed. “He basically came home sometime around midnight and just crashed.”

Eddie didn’t know what Steve and Robin did for the studio, no one did. But the general consensus was that they were dogsbodies of some sort. Getting coffees for execs and stars, driving them places. Just stuff they didn’t want to hire out for, they made Robin and Steve do.

“I won’t be waking him up if I come over, will I?” Eddie asked, biting his lip. He had a crush on the other man. A large one. But fame and fortune kept getting in the way of something more.

“Nah,” Dustin assured him. “He woke up about an hour ago. He’s even showered and eaten. He’ll want to see you as much as I do.”

Eddie very much doubted that, but he was going to take it. “Great! This list is insane, man. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“Come over for dinner,” Dustin suggested. “We’ll pour over the list over pizza and beer.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you’re old enough for beer now.”

“Yeah, yeah, old man,” Dustin said. Eddie could feel the eye roll from here.

****

Eddie was watching Steve in interest.

He was walking around like he was used to being in high heels or something, as he would catch himself on his toes and force his feet down on his heels.

He would jump at Dustin throwing open the door. He kept touching his face and rubbing at his throat.

Robin was constantly pushing tea into his hands to get them settle. When they weren’t cradling the tea mugs, they were all over the place. Not just his face. But his back and stomach, too. Rubbing his palms on the front of his jeans.

“Dude!” Dustin hissed. “What is wrong with you? Japan can’t have been that different from America.”

Steve winced from the sound. “Bud, you are seriously being too loud. I told you that I have a migraine.”

Eddie tilted his head. “Hey do you need me to go? Butthead here said you were fine.”

Steve looked up at Eddie and his expression softened. “I’m fine as long as you aren’t yelling like Dusty Buns, here.”

Eddie chuckled. “I hear that. So how was Japan? When me and the boys went a couple years ago it was so beautiful.”

Steve rubbed his forehead between his eyebrows. “I wish I could have seen more of it. It felt like we were running nonstop. At least we aren’t roadies. I don’t think I could do the work they do. They’re the true beating heart of the operation.”

Eddie nodded. “Our last tour we had twelve trucks of roadies and equipment. It was insane.”

Robin grabbed Steve’s cold tea mug and swapped it with a warm one. Steve murmured his thanks. “I’m still not sure if I’m on this time zone yet. And I worry that this fucking migraine may throw me off even further.”

“Is that why Robin is plying you with tea?” Eddie asked. “To keep you awake enough to go bed at the right time?”

Steve nodded, humming contently over the cup of tea. “Nothing caffeinated, not really. Peppermint for the most part, honey lemon, too. She thinks I might be coming down with travelers’ cough.”

Again Steve made an aborted movement toward his face.

“Stop doing that!” Dustin hissed again. “Why do you keep touching your face like that? Did the Tibetan monks curse you or something?”

Robin smacked the back of his head. “That’s China, doofus! And no, no one has been cursed. We had to wear face masks like the surgeons wear for a lot of the trip because there had been a flu outbreak.”

Eddie nodded. “Ooh, yeah. They recommended we wear them too in certain areas, it wouldn’t surprise me if I was that twitchy when we moved to the Australian leg of the tour.”

Dustin eyed Steve warily, like he wasn’t sure if he should believe him or not, but Eddie had backed him up, so Dustin decided to let it go.

For now.

“Where were you touring again?” Steve asked Eddie after taking a long sip from his mug. “South America, wasn’t it?”

“Right in one, big boy,” Eddie enthused. “It was our first time in some of those countries so it was super exciting meeting the people, learning the culture, eating the food. I swear by the end of the tour we had all gained at least ten pounds and that was with us sweating our asses off on stage almost every night.”

Steve winced. “I don’t know how you guys do it, the stage lights we had were merciless.”

“Years and years of practice, Stevie,” Eddie said, “years and years of practice.”

Dustin turned to Eddie. “All right I think I’ve been patient enough, I want to see the top twenty money makers of metal before I vibrate out of my skin.”

Steve laughed and smacked the back of his head. “You know who number one is, why do you care about the other nineteen?”

Eddie shook his head. “Not just metal bands, my weird little friend. But out of all the bands.”

He pulled out the magazine and Dustin snatched it out of his hands, careful not to rip it.

Dustin was furiously reading the list and it was clear that he was looking for someone specific.

“Eureka!” he cried. “I knew it! I knew they were outselling other new metal bands.”

Steve looked over his shoulder. “Yeah? Who’s that, bud?”

“The Fallen!” he cried. “They are so cool man. They have these on stage personas like Daft Punk and they kick ass on stage. I was so bummed when they didn’t come to Pasadena or anywhere near there when they were doing their US leg of their tour.”

Dustin was going to school at Caltech because as much as he wanted to go to MIT his mom was worried about him being by himself, so he moved out to California to move in with Steve.

He was on campus for housing most of the year, but he came home on the weekends and that put Claudia’s mind at rest.

Steve himself had moved out to California a couple of years before. Robin and him had gotten a job at record company and had to move out there to be closer to the headquarters.

Interestingly, or at least to Dustin, Steve’s friends all found jobs out here, too.

“I saw that one,” Eddie was saying. “But I’d never heard of them are they any good?”

Dustin scoffed. “Are they any good? Holy shit are they good.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “They’re a metal band, no offense to Eddie here, but there are only three metal bands on the whole list. Most of them are pop, rap, or country. How good can they be?”

Eddie scoffed and held his hands to his heart. “You wound me!” Then he flopped on the sofa, playing dead.

“That’s what does make them so good, Steve,” Dustin insisted. “Because there are only three metal bands on the list, it means they had to work their asses off twice as hard as the others.”

Eddie popped up. “Yeah, Stevie!” He stuck out his tongue and Steve laughed.

“You got any of the albums?” Steve asked, with a flippant wave of his hand. “If they’re so good, let’s hear them then.”

A shadow crossed over Robin’s face and she looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

****

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[aubreysheadspace]

hii, how are you? hope you're doing good! so, could i request headcanons with omori main cast where reader got sick? (or, if you think it would be easier to write, it can be whee reader is the youngest in the group and how characters would treat them)

anyways, don't worry if you need to reject it for some reason! take care and i love your account! :(( 💝

MAIN CAST WITH A SICK READER

WAAA hi hi I’ve been doing good! tysm for asking you’re too sweet <33 I’ll do your first request since it’s the one you requested in the first place <:] hope u enjoy!!~

SUNNY

SUNNY is a bit dumbfounded when it comes to his partner being sick

he’s not sure what medicine to use at all, they all look the same

please, PLEASE tell him which one it is

he doesn’t know much about taking care of someone who’s sick

but he does know that you need rest, tons of it

let him make you rest on his bed, i promise it’s comfortable

or if you’re sick at your own house, SUNNY will make sure you’re not getting up from your bed

"SUNNY— SUNNY please i have to pee." you exclaim earning a head shake from said-boy. he keeps you on the bed and makes sure you don’t get up.

when he actually gives you medicine, he does it pretty okay

except for that one time where he accidentally drops a lot of the liquid medicine onto the floor from the spoon he had

AUBREY

another slightly clueless one

AUBREY never usually got sick, and when she did she usually relied on either one of her friends to help her when she was younger

except for KEL, definitely except for KEL

so when she comes over to your house and finds you in bed, she’s a bit clueless at first

"hey, you gonna stay in bed all day or what? we’re gonna go out on our scooters, you don’t wanna miss that." AUBREY said with a huge smirk on her face, referring to the HOOLIGANS.

"…AUBREY, i’m sick." "oh"

well, now she’s staying at your house just to keep you company n stuff

whatever you ask of her, and only if it’s to help you get better, she’ll get it

she’ll definitely call you out if you want her to get a bag of chips or something

"[READER], a bag of chips is not gonna make you feel better, I’m not stupid!"

she would gladly do the honors of giving you medicine,

and if you don’t wanna drink the medicine, too damn bad!

she needs you up and ready to hang around, she can’t have you lying in bed all day just because you’re sick

…she never admits it though

HERO

he’s becoming a doctor instead of a chef just for his parents.. he’s the most capable one out of the group.

he checks your temperature, makes sure you’re in bed at most times (actually letting you get up to go pee unlike SUNNY), and gives you proper medicine

if you’re missing out on school work, he’ll definitely do it for you!

he wants to make sure you make a full recovery!

he’ll keep a distance to make sure he doesn’t get sick as well

he’s a bit slightly strict on you if you don’t wanna take your medicine

"[READER] if you don’t take your medicine, you’ll get even more sick! you don’t want that, do you?" HERO said in a tone of worry, his smile a bit uneasy. however, you’re a bit stubborn.

"i’d rather be sick than drink that! it tastes gross every-time i do!" you protested, earning a disappointed head shake and a groan from HERO.

KEL

if you though SUNNY was worse,

oh boy.

well, KEL tries his hardest for this but uh.. maybe get his own brother for stuff like this

he always asks HERO for help though, since he’s the future doctor!

so when you’re in bed trying to rest, it gets boring.. well not if you’re with KEL!

he’ll show up to your house and talks up a storm with you for hours and hours, telling you about his day and all other things!

he’ll do the talking so you don’t have to if your throat hurts! isn’t he nice?

"oh, oh! i also played outside my house with HECTOR today! i kept throwing the ball for him for about a few hours until my mom called me in for lunch! oh and my lunch was so good! it was—"

KEL will actually at least feed you the medicine like a baby

if you refuse the medicine, he’ll puff his cheeks angrily and say that he will hold in his breath again UNLESS you take it

if you’re still stubborn, KEL will have no choice but to give up and breathe again

but please just take the medicine, he won’t stop even after he catches his breath again

KEL is also stubborn, and you can’t possibly beat him at being stubborn

BASIL

the third most capable one

POLLY gave him a few tips on how to take care of someone being sick

so when he comes over to your house, he’ll absolutely try his best

he’ll make you some soup, something POLLY recommended

he isn’t used to cooking, but he’ll try his best with it just for you!

at least tell him the soup doesn’t taste good

he doesn’t want you feeling worse because of his mediocre cooking skills

he would ask HERO for tips on cooking, but he doesn’t want to leave you all alone!

and PLEASE take the medicine

BASIL is a pushover and he really wants you to take the medicine

if you refuse it at first, he’d be a bit sad but won’t give you the medicine if you really don’t want it

but he’ll be really worried, so don’t make him worry and just take the medicine

"o-okay [READER]! it’s time to take your medicine." BASIL softly spoke up, already pouring the medicine on the spoon and bring the spoon closer to you.

however, you bring your head back and shake your head no. "eugh, no way..! sorry, BASIL, but it always taste gross every time!"

"but.. but if you don’t take it.. you’ll feel even worse and.." BASIL makes up and excuse, but he doesn’t want to force you. he sighs a bit and sets the spoon on the desk next to you. "a-alright.. okay..!"

okay.. now you feel bad, you eventually struck up the bravery and takes the medicine. it tasted.. absolutely gross but BASIL looks happy now!

MARI

the second most capable one out of the group

she learns most things from HERO of course, but her caring nature just makes it even better

she’ll show up to your house with a bunch of things in a bag to keep you from getting bored!

and just like with HERO, if you’re missing school work, she’ll definitely help you with it!

if you refuse the medicine she offers, oh man

it’s like you WANT to be teased.

"come on, [READER]! drink your medicine, its veryyy good for you!~" MARI spoke the last part in a slightly singing voice to tease you. however, you’re stubborn and you refuse to take the medicine.

"sorry MARI, but no way! it tastes really gross every time i do!" you protested, only earning a smug MARI look. she then holds up the spoon in her hands and moves it around up and down, bring it closer to your lips

"look here, [READER]!~ here comes the airplane!~" MARI teased once more with the same smug smile on her lips. "wh— MARI!" you stammered, being taken aback by MARI being.. MARI. in the end, you had no choice and took the medicine.

#aubreysheadspace!~ #aubreys writing!~ #omori #omori aubrey x reader #omori basil x reader #omori hero x reader #omori kel x reader #omori mari x reader #omori sunny x reader #omori x reader #omori aubrey #omori sunny #omori basil #omori mari #omori hero #omori kel

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter 3

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: alcohol & marijuana usage, swearing, drunk person, mentions of vomit but nothing graphic (don't worry, your girl has a phobia), col & presley pining for each other, col talking about his dick again

Again, thank you all for such a positive response to this story!

Presley

I enjoy the show even more tonight after my talk with Colson.

His apology seemed genuine and it was nice to hear that he wants me to be comfortable around them. As much as he makes me nervous, a part of me can’t help but go soft with relief knowing that this is who Cash spends all his time with. 

We’re going out tonight, and since I promised last night that I would, I can’t fake a headache and curl up in my hotel room with room service and a movie, much to my dismay.

I don’t bother changing clothes after the concert. I’m good with my outfit. I freshen up my makeup and spritz a little perfume, then meet up with the rest of the group in Slim’s room. Colson and Rook aren’t here yet, but I recognize the two ladies Cash introduced me to yesterday, Ashleigh and Olivia. 

“Hey, Presley!” Ashleigh greets. “You’re hanging out with us tonight. Forget the boys.”

“Deal,” I say with a smile. 

Once Rook is here, everyone is ready to go. Confused, I turn to Ashleigh. “What about Colson?” I ask.

“Oh, if he isn’t here early then he’ll be late,” she explains. “That’s Colson for you.” I feel slightly disappointed. Is he going to meet up with us eventually? I shake my head a bit to clear my thoughts. God, what am I doing? Colson is clearly seeking a friendship and nothing more. He might not even find me attractive. I need to stop pining over him before this gets embarrassing.

We pile into two cars and are taken to a bar nearby. It’s pretty deserted, thankfully, and I’m happy to follow the girls to a private corner where the music isn’t very loud. I watch as the boys find a table, too, talking animatedly about something. I smile softly. I do want to hang out with Cash, but it’s also kind of fun to just observe. 

“So Presley,” Olivia says, and I meet her eyes. Gosh, she’s beautiful. Everyone here is beautiful. “Tell us all the dirt on Cash.”

I lean my head back and laugh, then turn as a waitress approaches our table. Both women order a Sex on the Beach. One drink is usually my limit and that sounds pretty good, so I order one for myself. 

I sigh once the waitress is gone. “There’s not much, really,” I say. “He really is as sweet as he seems.”

“Is there a girlfriend back home I should know about?” Olivia continues, leaning onto her elbows on the table with a little smirk. “What?” She says when Ashleigh laughs.

I grin. “Nope. He’s single,” I say. And she’s just his type. I already know he’s into her, he’s told me, but I won’t tell his secret, as much as I want to. 

“Interesting.” Olivia nods slowly. “Very interesting.”

Ashleigh and I laugh. “So you’re a piercer, right?” Ashleigh asks, and I nod. “For how long? Tell me more.”

“I’ve been at my current shop since I was, like, 20,” I explain. “Obviously had to start as an apprentice and the girl who I was apprenticing for ended up leaving the profession, which made for a super seamless transition into her spot for me.” 

“That sounds like such a cool job,” Olivia says. 

“It is, for the most part,” I say with a nod.

Ashleigh wrinkles her nose. “I bet you get gross clients sometimes,” she says. “I don’t mean physically, but behavior-wise.”

I grimace thinking about the creep I had to pierce right before Cash invited me to join him on tour. “Yeah. Trust me, you don’t want to know,” I say.

“I do, though. That’s my toxic trait,” Olivia says, and we laugh. The waitress drops off our drinks and the first few sips go down easily. It’s one of the best mixed drinks I’ve ever had. 

“Yum,” Olivia sighs. 

“Right,” I agree. “So how did you guys get into the industry?”

Ashleigh grins and takes out her phone. “It might be easier just to show you,” she says, scrolling for a moment. She turns her phone around, and on the screen is a picture of her sandwiched between two teenage boys. Upon closer inspection, I realize they’re Colson and Slim.

“No way!” I say. “Y’all are babies here!”

“Yep,” Ashleigh says, pocketing her phone again. “We’ve been friends forever. I managed them when they were young and broke as shit, and I’ve been there ever since.”

“That’s insane,” I say, glancing over at the boys. Huh. I hadn’t noticed Colson walking in, but there he is, standing beside Slim. I feel oddly sentimental about the fact that they started out as nothing and now they’re some of the biggest musicians in the world. It gives me lots of hope for Cash.

Colson catches my eye right away and my heart stutters in my chest. It’s impossible to look away when he’s spearing me with his eyes like that. They’re so blue and intense, even from across the bar. He lifts his chin in an invitation to come over there.

“I’m being beckoned,” I say, grabbing my drink. “I’ll be back.”

I almost feel out of control of my own body as I walk towards the man for which I definitely shouldn’t be feeling butterflies. “Hey,” he says when I reach him. “Sex on the Beach?”

I nod, taking another sip. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

Colson smirks, obviously finding some double meaning in my words, and I blush. He has no idea. 

“Are you drinking?” I ask, and as I do, the bartender slides a thick glass to Colson. Straight whiskey. He holds up the glass and I cheers with him, finishing my drink.

“Another?” He asks me, but I shake my head. He arches an eyebrow. “No?”

I shrug. “Not really a drinker. One is usually my limit,” I explain.

Colson studies me for a long moment and then nods slowly. “That’s cool. I should take a page out of your book,” he says.

“Definitely makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning,” I say. 

“You smoke though, huh?” He asks.

I nod. “Oh yeah.”

“It’s the best,” Colson says.

“I agree. Way better than alcohol,” I say.

Colson sighs. “Damn. You’re right.” He studies his whiskey, tosses it back, and declines another when the bartender asks. “You wanna go outside and smoke?” He asks.

“Sure,” I say, feeling excited about having a moment alone with him. I follow him out the back door of the bar. With the sun down, it actually feels like September and I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself. 

Colson pulls a joint and lighter out of his pocket and I bite back a grin. So careless. He lights it and I try to ignore the way his jaw and neck look when he’s inhaling. He passes the joint my way and I breathe deeply, inhaling the earthy flavor. As I blow it out, I immediately feel lighter. 

“Thanks for sharing,” I say, passing it back to him. Our fingers brush as he takes it. 

“What did you think of the show?” He asks, bringing the joint to his lips.

“It was great,” I say. “You put on a super fun show.”

Colson smiles faintly and passes me the joint. “We try,” he says. “People pay a lot for our tickets. I want them to cost less, but that’s not really in my power.”

I nod. I like that there’s a humbleness about him. I sense that he’d love a small, intimate show where no one had to pay. I could be wrong, but it’s just the vibe I get.

He’s known as such a wild, party boy in the media. A guy that sleeps around — well, maybe that one’s true. But from what I’ve seen so far, Colson is chill, friendly, and conversational. Like Cash says, the media is totally wrong about this dude. 

We pass the joint back and forth a few more times before I speak again. “So, I saw a picture of you as a teenager today,” I say.

Colson snorts. “Which one?”

“Ashleigh showed me,” I say, watching his face. “Can’t believe you guys have been together for that long.”

Colson nods, looking up at the sky. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet,” he says. “I have some serious ride or dies with me.”

“Has everyone else been around that long?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head. “Nah, we picked them up along the way like lost puppies.” We laugh. “Yes, your brother included.”

I grin. “Yeah. He’s a puppy, that’s for sure,” I agree. 

“He says you two are close,” Colson says, and I nod.

“He’s my best friend,” I say, and I’m surprised that my voice breaks a little on the last word. “Shit. I hadn’t realized how much I missed him.”

Colson studies me. “Yeah. I bet it’s tough having him so far away.”

“Yeah. It is,” I say, “but I’m so happy for him. He deserves this.”

“You’re not getting him back at this point,” Colson says, bending down to snuff out the joint. He stands back up to his full, intimidating height. “Ready?” I nod and follow him inside, and shit, I’m high. That was some good stuff we were smoking. 

I join the girls again, this time sipping a cherry Coke, and with my inhibitions lowered by the weed, I can’t help but watch Colson. Luckily, the girls don’t seem to notice, too engrossed in their conversation. But man, Colson is just…a wonder. 

Tall and lithe, the way he moves is so strangely intoxicating. Though some of the others are tall, he towers over all of them. Covered in tattoos and piercings, he should be intimidating, but when I can see the shadows his long lashes cast on his cheeks, the warm way he smiles at whoever he’s talking to, he takes on a soft, angelic quality. In the deepest parts of my soul, I know this man is so much deeper than most other men I’ve met. It’s almost haunting. 

It isn’t long before the night takes a turn. I suddenly see Cash with his head down on the table and anxiety spikes in my chest. I get to my feet to go over to him, putting a hand to his back. “Cash?” I say. He just groans. We’ve gotten Colson’s attention and he comes over, brows furrowed in concern. “Do you know what’s wrong with him?” I ask.

“I think he’s wasted,” Colson says with a wince. “He was pounding the shots.”

Cash groans again. “I’m gonna puke,” he says suddenly and my eyes widen.

“Slim!” Colson barks, and Slim hurries over. They get their arms around Cash and hurry him out of the bar where I can only assume he pukes up everything he’s drunk tonight. I grimace. I have to share a room with that tonight. 

I love my brother, but god dammit.

Colson

It’s a good thing I don’t have a weak stomach, because Cash puking all over my fucking boots would be pretty insufferable otherwise.

Slim and I dump him into a car and climb in with him. Presley takes the front seat. Lucky for us it’s a quick drive to the hotel and Cash manages to hold it in until we’re back. Slim and I get him up to his room and immediately he’s in the bathroom again. 

“Alright, I need to go change and shower,” I say, grimacing. 

“I’ve got him,” Presley says with a sigh, rubbing Cash’s back as he throws up.

“You sure?” I ask.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Yeah. Go wash the puke off you.” She smirks a little, the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen, and I swear my dick twitches in my pants. I nod and make a beeline for my room.

After a long shower, I decide I need a drink. I grab a bottle of whiskey from the minibar but upon realizing I have no ice, I sigh and pull on some sweatpants over my boxers, grab the ice bucket, and go on a search of the ice machine.

On the way there, I pass a little lounge with a couch and some chairs, and something catches my peripheral vision. I pause, stepping backward, and when I look inside the lounge, I see Presley sitting on the couch. She’s changed, and her hair is up in a messy bun. She wears sweats and a cropped tank top, showing off some of that toned, tan stomach. She holds a book in her hands but she looks up when she sees me. “Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” I say, stepping into the room. “What are you doing in here?”

She shrugs and places a bookmark in her book before setting it aside. “Slim is taking care of Cash and I can’t with the vomit.” She shudders. 

I frown. “It’s almost four AM,” I tell her.

“I know,” she mutters, and stifles a yawn behind her hand. 

I study her and shift on my feet. Don’t do it, Colson. Don’t do — “You can come stay in my room.” Nice, idiot. 

Presley blinks those gorgeous eyes and her lips part. “Oh,” she says, shaking her head. “That’s not fair to you, I—”

“Nah, it’s no big deal,” I assure her. “I’ll sleep on the floor or the couch or something.”

“You’re, like, 12 feet tall,” she says, and I laugh. She smiles a little but then it fades. “Seriously. I can’t kick you out of your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I say. “Come on. Don’t stay out here all night.”

She chews her lip for a second and then nods. “Alright. Thank you so much,” she says sincerely, getting to her feet. God, how does she look good in everything she wears? And Jesus Christ, there’s no bra under that little tank top, but there are nipple piercings. A flush breaks out on my chest and I’m glad my tattoos hide it. 

I change my mind on the ice. The last thing I need is liquid courage to do something I’ll regret. I lead the way back to my room and let us in. I set down the ice bucket and turn on the TV. I can’t sit here in silence with her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I say. “Go ahead and take the bed.”

“Colson,” she says, shaking her head.

“We can both hang out on the bed and we’ll figure out sleeping arrangements later,” I say. “Deal?”

Presley nods. “Alright, deal.” She smiles softly at me and I smile back, crawling onto the bed. She takes a seat, too, and I relax slightly. 

“Are you tired?” I ask.

“Honestly, not really,” she says. “Cash kinda freaked me out.”

I nod. “He’s fine. But I get it.”

She nods, too, chewing on bottom lip. She does that often, and it’s way sexier than it should be. 

“Wanna smoke?” I ask, pulling a blunt from behind my ear.

She looks over at me and nods. “Yeah, actually. Do we need to go outside?”

“Probably,” I say. “But, eh.”

Presley giggles and curls her legs beneath her, turning to face me. “I’ll try not to get ashes on the bed.”

“You do then you’re footing the bill,” I tease, and when she sees that I’m being playful, she snickers, shaking her head. I light the blunt and inhale the sweet taste of the wrap, then hand it to her, depositing the blunt between her thin fingers. “So, you’re a piercer. You play in a band. What else is there to know about Presley Carver?”

She smiles and takes a hit of the blunt, leaning her head back to exhale the smoke. She hands the blunt back to me and shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “I’m not that interesting.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I challenge her, and for some reason, there’s now tension in the room. I wonder if she feels it, too. 

She grins and wets her lips, resting her head back against the headboard. Her eyes close. “I’m actually pretty boring. I like to be home.”

“You don’t go out?” I ask.

“Not really.”

“So, you play shows and you go to work. Don’t you hang out with friends? A boyfriend?” I shouldn’t add that last part on, but I do. Cash already told me she doesn’t really date. But I need to know more about her. I don’t even know why.

She snorts, opening her eyes to look over at me. “Hasn’t Cash told you? I’m chronically single,” she says.

I grin a little. “Me too.” 

“Why?” She asks, and then she looks a little surprised that she did. I pass her the blunt.

My smile falls a little. I’m not going to tell her the real reason, even though she feels like someone I can trust, someone who won’t judge me. “It’s just easier with my career,” I say, half-true. It is difficult to be in a relationship when I’m never in the same city for more than two nights. 

“That makes sense,” she says quietly.

“What about you?” I ask. “Why are you chronically single?” I need to put the blunt down. It’s making it too easy to be truthful and open, and that was the whole point of changing my mind about drinking the whiskey. But I put it between my lips again.

Presley shrugs and her eyes drift away from mine. “Honestly, I have issues,” she says. 

“Don’t we all,” I snort, and this makes her laugh. 

“Yeah. I guess so,” she agrees. “Just easier to be alone. Safer.” She twists the ring on her pointer finger.

“Agreed,” I mutter. She has no idea just how much I fucking agree. “That’s why I just sleep around.” Presley laughs softly, but her cheeks get pink. I cringe a little. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, her hand falling onto my arm. I’m surprised by the touch. Her hand is warm, and her long nails graze my skin, making me shiver a little. “I’m not judging, I promise.” Her jade colored eyes meet mine and there’s a sincerity in them that pierces through me. 

“It’s okay if you are. Everyone else does,” I say. I’m not sure why this is all pouring out of me right now, but I can’t stop it. I’m sure I’ll regret it tomorrow. 

Presley looks sad, her brows drawing together. “No one gets to judge you,” she says. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want. As long as it’s consensual, then it’s totally fine.”

I blink. “Really? Most people just think I’m a man whore.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” She shoots back.

I slump a little, looking off into the distance as I consider this. She’s not wrong. It’s always consensual. Could I be a little more respectful to the women I fuck? Probably. Deep down I know I’m doing it to cope with big feelings, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess nothing,” I say finally. “Casual sex serves its purpose.” Presley nods, but she looks a little stiff. It’s a weird reaction after what she just said to me. “Hey,” I say, and she looks at me. “I’m not judging either, if you do the same thing.”

Presley laughs at that, and I’m taken aback. “Sorry,” she says, blushing a little. “I just…I don’t. Do that.” 

“No?” I ask, still confused by her reaction.

She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something but then she clamps her mouth shut. “Yeah. Um. I think I might get some sleep.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say. I put her reaction in the back of my mind to explore later. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, Colson, it’s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch,” she insists.

“Just sleep in the bed. With me,” I blurt. She looks over at me. “I’ll stay on my side. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” she asks. 

“Of course,” I tell her. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

“Yeah. That’s fine,” she says slowly. 

I nod. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and stuff,” I tell her, getting up. She nods and I go into the bathroom. When I come back, she’s under the covers, all the way at the edge of the bed. I bite back a grin and climb into bed, staying on my side, too. I switch off the lamp.

As attracted to her as I am, it won’t be hard not to touch her. I respect her too much to want to use her like that. As tempting as it would be to do some bad, bad things with her, I promised Cash I wouldn’t, and Presley is worth more than that.

She’s complex. That much I can tell. I want to know her so badly, to figure out her secrets and learn her personality. It’s the first time I’ve felt anything close to this since what happened. I didn’t know I could want anything other than sex with a woman again. It scares me, and because of that, I need to stay far, far away from anything with her. Not even just because of Cash, but for my own good. 

Because when I get too close to someone, when I actually admit feelings, I get hurt. Badly.

XX

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to sleep in. 

I wake up slowly, all of my senses fading in at a lazy pace. Before my eyes are even open, I can tell I’m not sleeping alone. No, definitely not alone. 

I pry my eyes open and my temples throb slightly from how much weed I smoked last night. I blink a few times and shift slightly, and that’s when I really notice my current situation. 

Somehow, at some point, Presley and I found our way to the middle of the bed. So much for staying on our own sides. Not only did we gravitate towards each other, but somehow, she ended up halfway on top of me, her leg draped over my hips and her head and hand on my chest. 

I look at her face, and Jesus, she is breathtaking. She breathes slowly, looking incredibly peaceful asleep on my chest. Her hair is messy, falling out of its bun, but she’s still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I frown a little, wondering if she’ll be embarrassed when she wakes up. 

I definitely need to piss and brush my teeth, but there’s no way in hell I’m moving when this is probably the closest I’ll ever be to her. I relax into the bed and hug her a little closer, gently, not wanting to wake her. 

I must fall asleep again because I’m drawn back to consciousness when Presley moves. I blink my eyes open slowly and look down at her as she stretches. She freezes when she realizes she’s on top of me and I close my eyes, pretending I’m asleep. I can feel her head shift as she looks up at me, and I’m surprised when she doesn’t immediately pull away. After a few moments, I slowly open my eyes to find her looking at me. She blushes and smiles sheepishly, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Hey,” she says sleepily. 

“Hey,” I croak. Fuck, my throat is dry. She rolls off of me then, and I’m cold in her absence. I want her back immediately. We fit together like fucking puzzle pieces and I can’t deny that. 

“Sorry,” she says. “I don’t know how that happened.”

“Me neither,” I say. “I’m sorry, too.”

“No, don’t be,” she says, laying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. “I haven’t slept that well in a long time.”

“Shit. Me neither,” I realize. Usually, it takes forever to fall asleep and I toss and turn. I haven’t slept that deeply in longer than I can remember. 

“Thanks again for letting me stay here,” she says, looking over at me with sleepy eyes. My heart softens. Fuck.

“It’s no problem,” I assure her.

She sighs and stretches, back arching slightly. It’s impossible not to stare at her tits as they reach towards the ceiling as her back bows. I didn’t have morning wood but I definitely do now. 

“I should go check on Cash,” she says, slowly rolling out of bed.

“Yeah. Probably,” I say, although all I want is for her to stay right here with me. All damn day. 

She scoops her phone and book off the nightstand and slips back into her sandals. “Thanks again, Colson. I really appreciate it,” she says, smiling.

“Yeah. Of course,” I say. “I’ll see you later?”

“See ya,” she says, and leaves the room.

I roll onto my back and groan loudly, sliding my hands over my face. Fuck, why is this happening? I don’t even know who the fuck I am, experiencing feelings like this. I need to get them in check, and quick.

But first…I need to get this boner in check. 

Shit.

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[freeuselandonorris]

hello please some unhinged mctwinks exploring the post-podium opportunities to, idk, pee on each other or sth (your pal emptyhalf)

this is a GOD TIER PROMPT and one of many reasons i treasure you.

this is 2500 words of filth. i’ll x-post it to AO3 for anyone who’d rather read there!

cw: piss kink, spit, generally gross boys being gross. don’t say i didn’t warn you !!

“You know what’s, like, actually really fucking sad,” Lando says, rolling onto his back so he’s at a weird right-angle to Oscar and craning his neck at a truly stupid angle to look up at him. 

Oscar prods him in the head with his socked foot. “Go on. I’m sure this will be very tragic.”

Lando sighs dramatically and bats at Oscar’s foot. “I feel like—how do we even celebrate this?”

They’ve been hanging out in Oscar’s bedroom for nearly three hours now and neither of them has initiated sex, which is bizarre and unnatural. Mostly it’s probably because they’re both still jet-lagged. Oscar’s had a couple of beers already—this is his only cheat day between now and the end of the season and damnit, he wants to take advantage—but largely all it’s doing is making him feel a bit sleepy.

“What do you mean,” he says, and kicks Lando gently in the head again. “Did you want a parade? Naked girls holding signs saying ‘well done Lando and Oscar’ and doing the can-can in the living room?”

“Yeah, I’d take that,” Lando says. “Wait, the can-can? Are you from the past?”

“I’m sure Zak’s planned something extremely cringe for tomorrow,” Oscar says, ignoring him. “And then you can spend an hour bitching about how much you hate it and also hate being the centre of attention.” He finishes the last mouthful of his beer, which is warm and slightly foamy. 

Lando groans and flops his arms over his face. “You know how most of them celebrate? I bet George gets, like, a blowjob. That’s his special treat.” The disdain dripping from his voice is something else. He grabs Oscar’s foot and rubs it over his face, because he’s fucking disgusting like that. Oscar’s not a foot guy but he’ll allow it. “Like, a Tuesday for us is basically birthdays and anniversaries for them.”

“‘Them,’” Oscar echoes, putting his empty bottle down so he can do the air quotes. 

Lando puts Oscar’s toes into his mouth and chews at them thoughtfully. He really is fucking vile. Oscar’s so fucking fond of him. He curls his toes against Lando’s teeth and then pulls away, grimacing at the feeling of wet sock. 

“Normals,” Lando says, and wriggles up to straddle Oscar. “Yanno. The straights.”

Oscar rolls his eyes but grabs Lando by the hips. They tussle briefly, until Oscar gets a hand under Lando’s hoodie and tweaks his nipple, making him yelp and squirm pleasingly over Oscar’s semi. “So you’re saying you’re sad because you’re having too much good sex and you got a podium? Fuck up, mate.”

Lando grins down at him, tongue running along the edges of his sharp little teeth. “I’m just saying. A blowie doesn’t feel like a fitting tribute.” 

He has to stifle a giggle as he says ‘blowie’. Oscar scrunches his nose. 

“Maybe we need to move onto the weird stuff,” he says idly, stretching his arms out above his head and grabbing the headboard so his t-shirt rides up. Predictably, Lando takes the hint and shoves it the rest of the way up to his armpits, licks a broad hot stripe down his sternum.

“What do you mean, weird stuff,” says Lando against his right pec, sounding hurt. “I thought we already did weird stuff.” 

To prove his point, he lifts his head just far enough to spit, saliva dripping from his pursed lips to run in a hot trickle down the dip of Oscar’s stomach. Lando catches it with his tongue before it runs into his navel, licking it back up.

“You are so fucking vile,” Oscar says, like his cock’s not jumping in his sweatpants. “I dunno, you came second, didn’t you? Dealer’s choice.”

Lando pushes himself up then, squinting at Oscar. “Anything I want,” he says, sing-song like he’s testing the waters. His eyes are gleaming.

“Within reason,” Oscar amends. Just in case. To get things moving along a bit faster, he wriggles out of his t-shirt.

Lando tips his head to one side, thoughtful. 

“You look like a really stupid dog when you do that,” Oscar tells him, and Lando punches him in the stomach, then immediately undermines his effort to seem offended by tipping himself forward and bracing himself with his hands either side of Oscar’s head so he can rub himself off against Oscar’s thigh. 

“Right,” he says, gazing right at Oscar from about four inches away. He’s got annoyingly beautiful eyes, which is a problem because it makes it very hard for Oscar to deny him anything at all, ever. Thank God they race with helmets on. “I wanna piss in your lap.”

It’s so far removed from what Oscar had been expecting to hear—it’s not even a combination of words he’s entirely sure makes sense together—that he splutters into laughter, accidentally knocking their foreheads together. Lando makes a high, offended noise and bites at his jaw.

“That’s not a thing,” Oscar tells him, letting Lando kiss him briefly, tongues sliding messily across each other.

“Yes it is,” Lando says when he pulls back. “I saw it on xHamster.” He bites at Oscar’s top lip, a sharp nip, then sits up, bratty and dishevelled. “C’mon, you said anything I wanted and I wanna try this.”

He’s already tugging at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Oscar shoves his hands away, trying not to get distracted by the heavy shape of his cock distending the front of them. “Whoa. No piss on the bed, fuck off.”

Lando actually pouts at that, like Oscar’s being somehow unreasonable. Oscar loses his internal battle and cups him through his joggers, rubbing the head with his palm. Lando’s eyelashes flutter pleasingly. 

“Fine—ah—fine, we’ll go in the bath then,” he says. His voice has gone slightly breathy already. He’s so easy for it. “Here, bring that blanket for us to lie on.” 

He waves a hand at the grey blanket thrown over the chair Oscar uses for laundry storage. “Oh, come on,” Oscar says. “My mum bought that.”

Lando shrugs and slithers off Oscar’s lap to check the label. “Here,” he says, waving it triumphantly. “Machine washable, 40C.” He pronounces it like sees. Probably he’s never met a washing machine in his life. 

Oscar lifts his hands in defeat. “Fine. Go on.” 

It feels extremely silly watching Lando spread the blanket out across the bottom of the bath and then lying down on it while Lando pulls his hoodie off, trying to keep all the tender bits of his body out of Lando’s way while he gets himself in and straddles Oscar’s lap. It’s not a bad-sized bath, but it’s not really built for two. 

He pulls his knees up slightly so Lando’s tipped slightly forward, one hand steadying himself on Oscar’s shoulder, their erections snug against each other with layers of fabric in between.

“This better be worth it,” he says when Lando’s finally got himself settled. “So much admin.” 

He can’t help but rock up into the warm weight of Lando across his hips. Lando beams down at him, grinding against him so hard it’s on the verge of crushing his balls, but in a good way, somehow. Oscar lets his head fall back against the bathtub with a dull thunk.

“Alright, alright,” Lando says, breathing noisily. “Shut up, yeah, let me just—“ 

It’s actually happening, Oscar realises with a senseless thrill down his spine. Half of him hadn’t really believed Lando was going to actually do it, had assumed he’d just named the grossest thing he could think of to fuck with Oscar’s head. Which is probably still true, but.

Lando bites his bottom lip and squirms, screwing his face up. Oscar’s gaze flicks down between their legs just in time to see a wet spot appear on Lando’s sweats, darker green against the neon. 

“Fuck,” Oscar says involuntarily, feeling himself flush. His cock kicks in his pants for no discernible reason. 

Lando squawks and hits him in the chest. “Don’t commentate!” He writhes, looking briefly agonised. “Oh, you prick. I’ve lost it now. Fuck.”

“Oh my god,” Oscar mutters. “Look, I’ll shut my eyes until you get going, yeah?”

He does so, lifting his hands to cover his eyes. He listens to Lando grumbling under his breath and shifting around on top of him, and then everything goes still and silent. Oscar’s about to take his hands away and ask if everything’s okay, but then Lando lets out a sudden rush of held breath and his fingers tighten on Oscar’s shoulders. 

Nothing happens for a second, and then the wetness soaks through Oscar’s joggers and he lets out a strangled gasp.

It’s—not good exactly, but it’s intense. Lando’s grinding lightly against him as he pisses, drenching them both at once. It’s hotter than he’d have expected, both in terms of the temperature of it and the way it makes his cock twitch as his pants begin to stick to him. 

And then he opens his eyes and looks at Lando’s face. 

He can’t stop his little groan: Lando looks the same way he does when Oscar’s fucking him, head tipped back, bottom lip caught between his incisors, flash of tongue visible behind. 

Oscar looks down the line of their bodies, at the soaking patch covering both of their laps, the sodden fabric clinging to the outline of Lando’s erection. He reaches out and covers it with his hand, squeezing him through the dripping fabric, letting it run over his hand. It looks utterly obscene through the wet fabric. He’s really unfairly hung for someone who looks in all other respects like a particularly ripped 12-year-old. Maybe it’s a perspective trick.

Lando slits open his eyes, gazing down at Oscar. He looks fucked-out already, and Oscar grabs at his thighs to give himself more leverage to grind himself up. Lando laughs, a rough sound low in his throat, and shoves his soaked sweatpants down his hips far enough to get his cock out and piss all over Oscar’s stomach.

It’s the wrongness of it that’s the turn-on, Oscar thinks distantly, stomach twitching under the stream. It’s viscerally filthy in a way that he’ll probably have a crisis over later, but right now he couldn’t give a fuck.

“Up a bit,” he says, surprising them both. Lando inhales sharply, the ragged edges of his fingernails biting into Oscar’s shoulder where he’s still holding himself steady with his free hand. He adjusts his angle, sending a stream across Oscar’s chest. It pools into the hollow of his neck, running back into his hair. 

Oscar opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue just a bit.

“Oh, you’re nasty,” Lando murmurs, delighted. Oscar raises his eyebrows, curling his tongue. It’s always nice to shock Lando. Rare, but nice.

Lando has to kneel up a bit, slipping on the wet blanket beneath them, and the loss of contact to his dick absolutely fucking sucks, but it’s worth it for his expression when he manages to hit Oscar’s cheek and chin and spray across his tongue.

Oscar splutters a bit, more at the sensation than the taste—it’s not really getting far enough into his mouth to actually taste it, just spitting it back down his chin, letting it run down. Lando’s eyes are blank and unfocused with pleasure, mouth hanging open. Oscar does his best to hold his gaze. 

“Fucking gross,” Lando affirms as his stream begins to slow to a trickle, dribbling over his fingers and Oscar’s stomach. He says it like the highest of compliments. His pupils are blown, and he grins loose and pleased before he tips in to kiss Oscar hard, mouth running over his wet skin. 

“Your fucking idea,” Oscar says into his mouth, laughing—he can barely get the words out, muffled by Lando sticking his tongue down his throat. 

He’s jerking off fast an eager, arm moving so fast Oscar can feel the movement of it through his thighs. Oscar pushes wet hands into his hair, holding him in place as Lando’s mouth falters against his. He’s definitely gonna have beard burn from Lando’s appalling facial hair, but whatever. 

Lando moans into his mouth and comes all over Oscar’s stomach. The mess of it immediately begins to slide down Oscar’s side and he sends yet another mental apology to his mum’s blanket before grabbing Lando by the hips and yanking him down to sit on his dick.

Yelping, Lando drops his forearm to Oscar’s shoulder, one hand wrestling his softening cock back into his pants before Oscar accidentally squashes him. Oscar fights him down, thrusting up greedily and trying to pin Lando in place. His brain is wiped clean of all impulses except grinding Lando’s arse against his soaking, trussed-up dick until he comes.

For all he sometimes acts like he doesn’t know what to do with his limbs when he’s not in the car, Lando’s got surprisingly good hip action. Their stomachs slip against each other, slick with Lando’s come. Oscar claws at the small of his back, plants his feet and shoves his hips up to meet each roll of Lando’s. 

Lando giggles and shoves three fingers between his parted lips, fucking Oscar’s mouth, smearing spit. Oscar doesn’t even feel bad that he bites down when he comes into his pants, Lando pinned down so hard against him he can hardly breathe.

They sort of collapse against each other once Oscar’s finished shaking and whimpering and sucking on Lando’s fingers to muffle the more embarrassing noises threatening to get out. All at once, Oscar becomes aware that he feels absolutely disgusting. His mouth tastes vaguely of salt. 

“Wow,” Lando says after a minute. It takes him a couple of attempts to sit up properly. He looks like Oscar feels: a bit shell-shocked, a lot fucked-out. 

“You’re doing the washing,” Oscar mumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. Lando grins and ducks down to kiss him again, sweeter now. 

“Just leave it all in here and we’ll shower and rinse it all off in one go,” he says, shuffling back until he can offer Oscar a hand to pull him up. “And then we can go lie down and I’ll explain why all your opinions about the new Counter-Strike are wrong.”

“Sounds good,” Oscar says a bit blearily. One thing you can say in Lando’s favour is he doesn’t mind if you nap through his infodumps.

Lando smiles at him in a way that looks worryingly fond and drags himself up to sit on the edge of the tub so he can unhook the shower head and get the water running warm. 

“I’d better get thinking,” he says contemplatively.

“About what?” Oscar says, trying to struggle out of his wet pants. He’s gonna get clean and drag himself to bed and sleep for about four hours, and then he’s gonna make Lando fuck him through the mattress.

Lando smirks and aims the shower at his face. “About what I’m gonna do to you when I win.”

#do i put this in the main tag? #yeah fuck it #lando norris/oscar piastri #mctwinks #ln4 #op81 #prompt fill

[zhongster]

Love everything you've written so far sm!! I noticed Kyoya from ohshc in the list of char you like 👁👁 do you think you could give us your burping/stuffing headcanons for him??

Oh absolutely I do dear anon, I’ve been a Kyoya stan for many years now so I’ve had a lot of time to think about it hehe

THIS IS KINK CONTENT, DON’T READ IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT

Okay so this one is basically canon but he absolutely HATES burping in front of other people

So much so that the only two people that have heard him burp (besides when he was a baby) are Tamaki and Fuyumi and that’s only because they’re the two people that are closest to him (and possibly haruhi)

Fuyumi is honestly just because she’s always hanging out in his room

Like where else is he gonna burp y’know

He’s gotten pretty comfortable with Fuyumi actually

If they’re hanging out in his room and he feels like he needs to burp he’ll just release the burp into his fist, mutter a “s’cuse me”, and continue with what he was doing

And Fuyumi usually responds by either chuckling and rating his burp or by yelling “GROSS KYO!”

If she responds with the latter he usually just flips her off without even looking up from what he was doing

If he’s feeling particularly cheeky that day he might even let out another burp (open mouthed this time) after flipping her off

To which she’ll usually laugh and throw a pillow or something at him

He lets his true personality out around her more often than not

As for Tamaki, Kyoya absolutely did not mean to burp in front of him the first time it happened

About a year into their friendship (so when they were high school first years) they were sat in the music room working on preparations for the host club and they decided to order some tea

But they accidentally got their cups switched

Except Kyoya is lactose intolerant and Tamaki is not

So Tamaki’s tea messed Kyoya’s stomach up real bad

It bloated up with gas within minutes of him ingesting the first bit of milk

Kyoya figured out what was going on pretty early and he desperately tried to hold the gas in but Tamaki is Tamaki. He eventually clapped Kyoya on the back good natured-ly without realizing what was about to happen

Suffice to say Kyoya proceeded to let out a belch that could put a 6’6 drunken competitive eater to shame

Tamaki was FLABBERGASTED

He just stood there in shock for a good 30 seconds

Kyoya was absolutely mortified of course

He immediately launched into a tirade of “please excuse me”, “I have no idea what came over me”, etc.

After Tamaki gets over his shock he’d burst into laughter and start complementing Kyoya on how “legendary” he thought that was

I don’t think Kyoya would get super comfortable burping in front of Tamaki after just that but eventually he’d grow more comfortable than before

Not the the point he’s at with Fuyumi but if he had to burp in front of Tamaki he’d probably just stifle it as best as he could, excuse himself, and then move on

He really wouldn’t mind too much if it was just the two of them

Lol honestly i like to think that if they were hanging out outside of school without any other witnesses around he’d just let them fly

Sometimes Tamaki is genuinely worried for his friend

Some of the burps that explode out of Kyoya’s throat sound genuinely painful

Usually they aren’t though so Tamaki’ll be like “umm you okay kyoya??’ And Kyoya’s like “yeah??? Scuse me??”

Tamaki definitely told the rest of the host club that kyoya could easily beat them all in a burping contest but none of them believe him

I don’t think he’s a particularly gassy person

Like he doesn’t burp terribly often

But when he does get bloated it’s intense

Once the first burp escapes he usually can’t stop burping until it’s all out of his system

As i touched on earlier he’s lactose intolerant so he absolutely avoids dairy at all costs

Bc god forbid he burps in front of other people

He’d never recover

Also his tummy doesn’t handle fast food well

Rich boy problems

When he eats fast food he gets the super long, rolling belches

It’s the grease

So after Kyoya got home after “Kyoya’s reluctant day out” poor kid locked himself in his room for the rest of the night so he could let all the burps out of his system in peace

I don’t think he’s particularly into stuffing but he does have a considerably large appetite

That’s actually canon if you look at the pile of crab legs

The camera pans over to him for about a second right after Tamaki yells at Haruhi

His pile of crab legs was just as large (if not larger) than hers

In conclusion: Kyoya can pack away a lotta food lol

I also like to think he was letting out a quiet burp into his napkin during that pic hehe

#burping #eructophilia #belching #ouran high school host club #ohshc #kyoya ootori

[homocatphenomena]

Ok so I have a pet question for y’all. I’ve always been a cat person and have recently got a little dog. I’m worried he’s bored and isn’t getting enough enrichment.

My 4 cats seem constantly busy doing activities like: looking out the window, causing and resolving social drama amongst themselves, exploring the garage, investigating strange objects (knocking a potted plant on the floor, carefully stepping on the glass top of the washer, etc) slapping water, fighting over the heating pad, hanging out with me or each other, cuddling and grooming, and eating weird shit off the ground.

Meanwhile my dog doesn’t seem to do much of anything. He doesn’t interact with the cats at all, which I find very strange. He doesn’t even seem to see them most of the time, even though they definitely see him. If I engage with him, he’ll chase a toy or cuddle or enjoy a walk, but I can’t spend all my time entertaining him. He spends the rest of the day usually just laying in an enclosed bed or under my bed. He doesn’t look out windows or explore or play/cuddle/fight with the other pets. Every now and then he’ll chew on a toy, and that makes me feel better, but he seems to do a lot of nothing.

The only things he seems to enjoy is 1. Pissing and shitting on the former living room rug (we got rid of it) 2. Eating cat shit out of the litter box (please do not) 3. Sometimes he seems to masturbate??? Also not great. Would prefer he play with a toy or something more normal and less gross. I’m not gonna keep him from doing it but like :/ he’s not allowed to do it in the living room anymore because he did it in front of my friend until she covered him with a blanket because it was weird.

Anyways i digress. Is he ok? Is his brain just rotting away in there with nothing to do? I know a lot more about cats than dogs, so maybe I’m just not giving enough credit to his like rich inner world or something, so I thought I would ask dog people who have more experience and see what y’all think? My energy is limited so i really need him to like find a hobby he can enjoy on his own a lot of the time. I still play with him but the other 23 hours a day he just seems bored. He’s also not very smart so I’m not sure a puzzle toy would be great for him. That or he might just not be able to see very well. He’s an old boy. Let me know what you think.

#cats #dogs #pets #i read a book in college about the ethics of pet keeping #and that shit got me fucked up #I’m constantly worried about my little bastards #about their mental health #and like their posture and stuff #they are just little guys #they need help

[luminnara]

after reading about the boys with Sawyer reader I can't stop thinking about what it would be like for them to just all meet the Sawyer family. Like a big road trip to Texas to meet the Sawyer's, and the boys just seeing their partner participate with the murder.

Omfg but could you even imagine them on a road trip, first of all. Traveling exclusively at night on their bikes, along long stretches of totally desolate highway, and it’s probably super beautiful because you know you’ve got nothing to worry about because

A. They’re absolute killing machines

And b. You come from a very weird and violent family lol

(Low key could you imagine mixing in a hills have eyes misadventure along the way when you accidentally go through that area lol)

But it would also be absolute chaos, because they would get bored with driving for so long and then just get super reckless. They might also have to stop and eat, which could be difficult if you’re only passing through small towns. Also, if there are vampires around, who’s to say there aren’t all manner of other supernatural entities in the desert, too?? Maybe all those folktales about black eyed kids and stuff are real 👀

When you finally make it to your destination, though, things get extra chaotic.

The boys would be like, mostly unfazed by everything, but also kind of “hey what the fuck, I know WE would do this but these are normal humans right??? Right???????”

They would be absolutely fascinated by the uh. Decor. In the house. And maybe even a little grossed out by some of it, actually, because they don’t really tend to keep dead things around for very long, not even very many bones, but uh…you Sawyers, you sure are quirky, huh?

Live Laugh Love wall hangings but they’re carved out of flesh

They’re very fascinated by just kind of the way that you live?? And also Drayton’s recipes. Maybe if they’re not super annoying he’ll drain the blood out for them or make blood sausage or something nice like that too.

Leatherface absolutely scares the shit out of Paul, but like, on accident all the time. Because, you know, he’s Leatherface, and he’s always hauling that chainsaw around and also just. Wearing someone else’s face. And poor Paul, who’s always so high, is just ??????????? The whole time, especially about Grandpa.

“It’s creepy as shit, why do you just keep him around like this??”

“You’re lucky you won’t age and get that ancient-looking, or else I’d have to treat you the same way someday, Paul.”

It doesn’t help that the rest of the family is weird as hell, too. I think ultimately the boys would manage to get along with them, but it would also help that they don’t have to hide their murderous tendencies while hanging out with the Sawyers. They can definitely appreciate the whole “treating humans like livestock” angle, and as long as they just take everything at face value and don’t think too hard about how weird it is that humans are eating other humans (that’s vampire stuff?? What gives??) then they’ll do fine.

BUT WHEN THEY SEE YOU PARTICIPATING IN THE KILLING oh man, they would be so proud!! Imagine a situation like in the original, with some strangers poking around the house…the boys would be keeping to the shadows, just watching and waiting to see what happens, and then you come running out with a chainsaw or something and it’s an absolute bloodbath?? God, they’d be so in love.

#the lost boys #poly lost boys #lost boys headcanons #lost boys x cannibal!reader #lost boys x sawyer!reader #texas chainsaw!reader #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader

[scuttling]

If I Should Linger

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 6,979 (what is wrong with me??) Tags: 18+, NSFW, Best Friend's Dad Hotch, Confident reader, Flirting, Oral sex, Protected sex, Dirty talk, A little angst with a happy ending Summary: Your best friend stands you up at the bar, but it actually turns into the best night you've had in a long time—maybe the best night of your life. Unfortunately, things don't stay uncomplicated for long... *Requested by @hotforhotchner11 Link to A03 or read below! “I can’t believe you stood me up to have sex with a frat boy,” you hiss into your phone from your seat at the bar. Your best friend Julie—better known as Jay—is on the other end, and she’s completely ruining your plans for the evening at later than the last minute. She’s never on time for anything.

“He’s not a frat boy… yet. He’s rushing.” You pick up your gin and tonic to take a sip, but her comment makes you pause.

“He’s rushing? How old is he?” The breath she blows out before she answers tells you everything you need to know. Goddamn cradle robber.

“Twenty? Or, almost twenty.”

“Oh, you nasty girl. He’s nearly ten years younger than us.” At 28, you literally could not imagine being interested in a 20 year old. Anyone under 25 is practically an infant; what would you talk about?

“The pussy wants what it wants, babe. It’s more fun when they barely know what they’re doing.” Then again, you figure, she isn’t exactly doing much talking.

“That’s gross, Jay.”

“Is it any grosser than your thing for older guys? You’d fuck my dad if I let you anywhere near him, which is exactly why I don’t.”

“I would not fuck your dad—actually, what does he look like?” She groans down the line and you laugh. “I’m kidding. I’m trying to fuck someone’s dad tonight, but not yours.” You hear a choked laugh from beside you and you glance over at, objectively, one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen: he’s Black, bald, muscular, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a killer smile, and apparently your thirst for older men amuses him. You smile back. “Jay, I have to go; I’m embarrassing myself in public.”

“Okay, and what else is new? Bye!” When she hangs up, you lock your phone and turn to face the man at the bar.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes I forget people are actually listening in places like these; there’s so much talking it’s all kind of white noise to me.”

“It’s kind of my job to listen to what no one else does, but I forget to turn it off sometimes,” he says, and no, that’s not intriguing or anything. “So you’re into older guys?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, and you lean in with your chin in your hand, elbow on the bar.

“Almost exclusively. You don’t look old enough to be someone’s dad, but I’d probably make an exception.” He laughs again; he doesn’t have a drink, so maybe he’s waiting for the bartender, but you sip yours.

“I’m flattered, but taken. I have a friend who’s probably your type; he doesn’t do one night stands, though. He doesn’t really do anything. We’re trying to loosen him up.” You hum thoughtfully, take a cursory glance around the room.

“I happen to be great at loosening older men up. Is he here?” He shoots you a smile, looks at you like you kind of amaze him.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Would you, if you weren’t taken?” He nods a little, like you’ve got a good point, and you both laugh. “Yeah, it’s a double standard. If you can walk up to a woman and ask her if it hurt when she fell from heaven, why can’t I walk up to an older man and ask if he believes in love at first sight, or if I should walk by again?”

“That tired line would not work on my friend,” he says, and you grin.

“I think you’d be surprised. But, you know him better, so why don’t you just invite me back to your table, since I got stood up by my friend and I’m all alone, and let me do my thing?” You swirl your straw in your drink, try to look flirty, and he leans in on his elbow like you did before.

“You know what? What the hell. If nothing else, he gets some attention from a pretty girl and maybe it boosts his confidence.” You smile—you like this guy already.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty?” He rolls his eyes, and then the bartender presents him with his drinks. You take two—one is a neat bourbon, that has to belong to the older man friend—and follow him to his table while he just shakes his head.

“Looks like you brought back more than drinks,” a pale woman with dark hair and bangs says with a smile when the two of you approach the table. He hands her one of the beers, takes the cocktail from your hand and gives it to a petite blonde with fair skin.

“Her friend bailed on her and we got talking at the bar, so I invited her to come sit with us.” You introduce yourself to the group, and the friend Derek mentioned might be your type? Egregious understatement.

He’s everything you like in an older man: polite, well-spoken, handsome, clean shaven, with a great head of thick, dark hair—he’s wearing an expensive watch, a goddamn suit, a tailored suit that fits him perfectly, and if Jay were here, you’d be catching her attention and panting like a dog, with your hands up near your face.

To someone without your more refined palate for older gentlemen, he may look like an average white guy in his early fifties, but you have to look down to make sure your panties haven’t dropped involuntarily. Just in case.

“Is this seat taken?” you ask, gesturing to the one next to him, and he shakes his head, pulls it out for you before he sits back down—yes, he stood when you approached the table. Manners, check. You’re trying not to drool.

You smooth out your skirt before you take your seat—you always dress for the man you want to attract, and tonight is no exception, so you’re wearing a black lace dress and nude heels; the dress is fitted, but not clingy, and not too short, and you know the right kind of man will find it appealing. So far, your handsome potential love interest Aaron seems to be looking respectfully; that may change, but you’re happy to see it, for now.

“So Derek mentioned you’re all in the FBI; are you the boss? You look like the boss,” you say with a playful smile, and Aaron looks a little nervous when he nods, makes eye contact.

“Until someone decides to overthrow me,” he jokes, deadpan, and your smile gets brighter. Dry sense of humor, check.

“I’d like to see them try; I definitely sense that you can handle your own.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Derek hiding a smile behind his hand. He knows you’re flirting, even if no one else does, and another reason you hope to take Aaron home is so you can wipe that smile off his face—but mostly because Aaron’s gorgeous, and you know it would be a very good time for the both of you.

“Let’s play darts,” Derek says to the other people at the table—you can’t remember their names at the moment, all your attention focused on Aaron—and they get up and walk over to the board, so it’s just the two of you.

Aaron clears his throat. “Thank you. What do you do for work?”

“I’m in publishing; a copy editor. Mostly Tom Clancy type action novels, and romance novels. Lots of heaving bosoms and cries of overwhelming pleasure, you know?” You take a sip of your drink through the straw, looking over at him as innocently as you can. He’s a little flushed; you’re a huge fan of that look on a man. “Do you ever read romance novels?”

“Uh, no. Not my genre.” He takes a sip of his drink, and you watch his mouth while he does.

“Not mine either. When you edit enough of them, they become wholly unsexy… and they never compare to real life.” You flick your eyes over his body, briefly but not subtly, and he gives you a glance back. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest. “So what do you like to read? Wait, may I guess?” you ask, setting a hand on his arm. He nods, and you carry on, leaning just a little closer. “So I’m going to guess you’re a fan of the classics, novels you’ve read a hundred times. I think you would tell me your favorite is To Kill a Mockingbird,” you say, tapping against his sleeve, “and maybe intellectually it is, but you actually feel more when you read Moby Dick. I bet your heart yearns for adventure—not that life as a crime solving FBI agent is boring, but it's all too real. Moby Dick is the perfect blend of adventure and fantasy for a man like you.”

“You’ve known me for all of ten minutes,” he says with a raised eyebrow, and you shrug and take a drink.

“True. But am I right? Or close?” He smiles, the first full, unguarded expression he’s given tonight, and you feel awesome for making that happen.

“My favorite book is Moby Dick. I make a point to read it at least twice a year. You’re good.”

“Thank you.” You pull back, take your hand off of his arm; you’ve laid the groundwork for touching, and he’ll have to make a move if he wants more. “People often tell you a lot they don’t intend to, and books are my thing, so it’s easy for me to connect the dots. I recommend books to people as a kind of party trick.” You stir your drink, and he shifts a little, sitting closer.

“Have you disappointed many people with your recommendations?”

“Oh, I make it a personal mission to never leave anyone disappointed,” you say, your voice low and sweet like honey. His eyes move to your mouth. You sweep your tongue over your bottom lip. “Derek said your friends are trying to get you to loosen up; can I ask why?” He flicks his eyes up to yours, frowns a little, like he’s not sure that’s something he’s ready to tell you; ultimately, he just sighs.

“I’ve been divorced for five years, alone for five years. They think it’s time I…” He trails off, shrugs.

“Get back in the saddle?” you offer, and he laughs lightly, agrees. “Is that something you’re interested in? You shouldn’t feel pressured into it if you’re not ready.” You might want to sleep with him so badly it’s sickening, but not at the expense of his well-being.

He exhales deeply and lifts his arm to rest it on the back of your chair; you want to smile, but the conversation doesn’t call for it, so you hold off.

“I think I’m ready, but how do you really know?” You turn toward him a little more, lean against his arm; it feels easy, comfortable, almost like a real date and not you flirting like your life depends on it and hoping to get a bite.

“I think you should wait to meet someone who makes you feel a spark, and then explore it. Maybe it burns hot, but doesn’t last. Maybe it’s a slow burn. Maybe it’s a bit of both. I think when you’re really ready to put yourself out there, you’ll know.” He holds your gaze, wets his lips, takes a breath.

“You’ve been flirting with me.” You do smile a little, then.

“Yes, Aaron, I have.”

“Did Derek put you up to it?”

“Absolutely not.” You touch his arm again, gentle, lean in close. “I’m genuinely interested in you. You’re everything I’m attracted to in a man.” His smile doesn’t touch his eyes.

“Old and uptight?”

“Older, and kind, and capable of having a conversation about more than just sports and money, and handsome. Very handsome.” You lift your fingers from his arm, brush them through his hair over his temple. “I feel a spark. Do you?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and when you set your hand on the table, he covers it carefully with his. His hand is big, warm, softer than you’d expected, and you’re met with the sudden urge to feel it all over your body. “I feel a spark.”

“Good. Do you want to come home with me tonight? No strings attached—just to get you back in the saddle,” you say with a tilt of your head, and he nods.

“I want to.” You’re certain that the smile that crosses your face is softer, inviting, but you get the feeling he won’t kiss you while his friends could be watching. You’re actually surprised he’s touching you so openly.

“Okay, so why don’t you give me a ride home? I was going to have to call an Uber, since my friend didn’t show up, but you’re a gentleman, aren’t you? You wouldn’t let me do that.” He catches on to what you’re saying, the excuse you’re giving him to give his friends, makes a noise of understanding.

“Of course. I wouldn’t rest not knowing you made it home safely.”

“I’m not sure how much rest you’ll be getting tonight,” you murmur, and you rest your free hand on his thigh under the table, squeeze a little. He’s very firm, and you kind of melt. “But that’s a very sweet sentiment, Aaron. Are you committed to staying here much longer?”

“Not at all. Would you like to leave now?” You hold his gaze for a moment, want to be really sure about this; you’re no expert on body language, but you’ve been here before, and he really does look less tense than when you first showed up, more comfortable and open. All really good signs.

“Yes, please.” He squeezes your hand, then stands, smooths out his jacket, and tells you he’ll be right back while he goes to say goodbye to his friends. You stand too, finish what’s left of your drink, and pull out your phone to text Jay.

Taking home the most incredible man. Guess I don’t need my wingwoman after all.

J: Tell grandpa I said he better treat you right.

Please. He’s not that old. If anything, you can call him daddy. :P

J: You can call him daddy. Have fun ;) The ride to your apartment starts out quiet, but you try to fill it by asking Aaron more about himself. You keep your hands on him while you chat, leaning as close to him as you can while wearing your seatbelt, running your hand up and down his leg, over his arm while he shifts gears. You know it’s turning you on, and you’re fairly certain it’s turning him on as well.

You learn more about his job, that he basically solves crimes by judging people, which is kind of funny; before that, he was a lawyer, which you can definitely see. He has one child, a daughter who’s upset with him because of the divorce (someone’s dad, check), and a brother who lives in New York, no living parents. It’s more information than you usually get out of someone you plan to sleep with, but you really do like him, and since he’s not the one night stand type, you think more conversation is the right way to go.

He asks about you too, about your family and your job and your lame friend who bailed on you, and when he arrives outside your building, parks in the lot, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean in closer, smoothing a hand over his waist.

“I’m really glad I met you tonight,” you breathe, looking up at him, and he puts his hand on your cheek and you meet for a slow, easy kiss. “Hmm. I knew you’d be good at that.”

“I knew you’d be good at that, too. You have the most beautiful lips.” He brushes his fingers over them, and you take his hand, bring two of them into your mouth to suck softly. His breath hitches, and you feel your panties getting damp. God, he’s gorgeous. “Let’s go inside,” he whispers, and you slip his fingers out, drop a hand to his lap where he’s—oh, so perfectly hard it’s unreal.

“We could get started out here, have a little adventure,” you say playfully, fully prepared for him to say he’d rather not, but he just licks his lips and looks at you like you’re going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die happily. That’s another look you’re a huge fan of on an older man.

You undo his belt, his button and his zipper, pull his cock out of his pants; he’s of average length, thick, makes your mouth water, and you lean in to use that to your advantage, getting him wet with your saliva and then stroking him in your hand. You look up at his face, and he’s got his eyes closed, head back against the headrest—so fucking sexy. You reach your free hand under his shirt, where he’s hairy, strong, but a little soft, just the way you like it, and he opens his eyes and pulls you close for a kiss that’s a bit harder than the last.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he sighs against your lips, and you press closer for another kiss. You almost regret the adventure comment now, because you want to undress him, and touch him, feel him all over, but you’ll just have to be patient. (That’s never been your strong suit.)

“Are you kidding? You are… everything. If I could build a dream man, he would literally be a copy of you.” He makes a sharp, self-deprecating sound, and you lean down to get him wetter, move your hand a little faster. “I’m completely serious. I’m a little upset I’ve been going to that bar for so long and our paths never crossed.” One of his hands moves to your hair, and he pulls you close for a kiss; he’s ready to come, you can tell, and you want him to more than anything, so you cover his hand with yours and dip your head, sucking his dick like you’re desperate for it. When it comes to Aaron, you’re kind of desperate for everything.

“Oh, god. That feels so good, baby.” You moan at the pet name—is there anything better in the world than an older man calling you baby? Maybe just Aaron specifically calling you baby—and he tightens his fingers in your hair while you glide over him, tight and wet, until he comes in your mouth.

You swallow it down, pull off breathless, and then swipe your tongue over him so he’s clean enough that you can tuck him back into his pants. You look up at him from his lap, and he’s panting too, rubs his fingers over your lips, your chin, down your throat. You’re desperately horny now, soaking wet, and when you shift to sit up, he catches you for a deep, steamy kiss, and that does nothing to help your situation.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and ugh, your heart flutters. Seriously, who created this man? He’s incredible. “Now let’s go inside so I can make you come, too.”

“Definitely,” you agree with a nod, and you kiss him once more before pulling back and climbing out of the car, straightening yourself up. He does the same, then walks over to you, takes your hand, and follows you into your apartment.

Sex with Aaron is… talk about adventure. He fucks like—well, like he hasn’t done it in over five years. As soon as you get inside the door, he gets on his knees, pulls your panties down, lifts your skirt up, and eats your pussy with such enthusiasm you come with your hands in his hair, rocking against his face, in less than three minutes. Seeing him down on the ground in the full suit, just going to town on you, is not an image you’ll soon forget, that’s for sure.

After that, the two of you stumble to your bedroom, hands all over each other, tugging at zippers and discarding clothes—he has you keep your shoes on, and that makes you feel slutty like a porn star, and super hot—and you kiss, touch, moving your hands all over each other's bodies until he’s hard again. You stay in missionary, and after he slips on a condom from your bedside table, he slides into you, kisses your lips and your neck and your shoulders while he rolls his hips against yours.

It’s slow and sensual at first, and you drag your nails lightly across his back, tilt your head when he nips at your throat.

“Aaron, oh. You feel so good,” you breathe, scraping your fingers through his hair, and his thrusts get a little deeper, his kisses a little rougher.

“You’re incredible. So gorgeous.” He moves a hand to your breast, massages it while your bodies work; you hitch your legs up higher, moan, and pull him closer, your hands on his body, and he fucks into you more frantically, humping against you hard, wildly. You’ve never really gotten fuck you like an animal, but that’s kind of what he’s doing, and you’re into it, clinging to him, pushing into his thrusts like it’s possible to take him deeper than you are now.

God, he’s going to spoil you, ruin you for all other men. You’re going to have your best sex at 28 and then be chasing this feeling the rest of your goddamn life. It’s both amazing and horribly unfair.

“Yes, Aaron, yeah. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.” He groans, pounds inside you, moves his hand from your breast to the back of your neck and stares down into your eyes while he absolutely destroys you. You come clenching around him, pulling his hair and digging your nails into his shoulder, and his mouth comes crashing down for a kiss while he thrusts through it and then stutters, his orgasm right behind yours.

You sag against the pillow behind your head, and he puts his weight on you, hand still clamped around the nape of your neck, and breathes hot against your throat.

You stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath, and thank fucking god Jay stood you up tonight. Aaron is very sweet, kissing you and holding you, murmuring against your skin, and the two of you go to the bathroom, get cleaned up, and then raid your kitchen for snacks, talking easily and laughing. He doesn’t look like he’s about to bolt, which you’d been a little worried about; in fact, he actually suggests taking your snacks back to bed, jokes about not getting any crumbs on your white sheets. Never one to kick a man out abruptly after sex, and especially not a man like Aaron, you agree, and you end up in bed again, which means…

Another frantically torn condom wrapper later, and you’re on your stomach, your nipples rubbing against the sheets. Aaron’s hands are on your ass while you work yourself on his cock, rolling your body, moaning desperately like you aren’t already two orgasms deep; his dick hits just right, and between that and the nipple stimulation you’re coming fast, bucking hard against him so he’ll follow.

“Fuck, baby, coming already?” He tightens his grip, slams inside you, plants one hand on the bed to change his angle a bit. “Let’s try for another; your body is so perfect, built for sex, built for me.” You groan, roll your eyes back because his dirty talk is hitting the spot, and the two of you fuck together, noisy and eager and hot, until he shudders, squeezes your ass hard and starts to come.

You’re so close, right on the edge, and you sound wild because of it, your moans high, whimpering, your fingers digging into the sheets.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you beg, grinding against him, and he puts both hands hard on your hips, rails you into the bed.

“I’m not stopping until you come for me. Come for me,” he murmurs, and he wraps one hand around the front of your body, rubs your clit, and you climax, squeezing your eyes shut, seeing stars. You moan his name, drop your hand to cover his where it rests against your pussy, and this time when his body drapes across your back like a weighted blanket, you sigh and close your eyes.

He kisses your back and shoulders, runs his big hands over your hips and ass, then slides off and guides you to the edge of the bed, lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. You think absently that you could get used to being treated this well, and you must say it, because he presses a kiss to your lips and whispers, “I will if you let me.”

There’s a little talk in bed, after you’re cleaned up and cozy beneath the comforter, about going on a real date; Aaron seems nervous, like he thinks you won’t go for it, that all you wanted was this night of sex. And yes, while that’s typically your MO, something about Aaron is different. He makes you want more, things like dates and picnics and sweet lovemaking at night and kisses—all the kisses, everywhere, all the time.

You ask him to stay, and he promises he will, and you fall asleep in his arms. It’s the best you’ve felt in a really long time.

You wake up to Aaron’s sleepy, handsome face, and you kiss and smile into each other’s lips, because last night was great, but this is even greater. Your plan is to take a shower together and then go out for breakfast, but there’s a knock at your door just as you’re planning to step in.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” you tell him with a kiss, and you pull on your robe and peer through the peephole, then pull the door open. “Well, well; now you decide to show up.”

Jay steps in with a box of doughnuts and two cups of coffee, looking properly shamed.

“I know, I’m a horrible friend. I broke the slut code: stay slutty, but never at the expense of your best girl.” You crack a smile, because you could never really be mad at her, but especially not after last night. You’re about to say that, but she looks over your shoulder at the clothes still strewn about your living room and grins. “Holy shit. Is your old man still here?”

“He’s not an old man, and yes, he’s in the shower, so shut up.” She shoves the doughnuts and coffee carrier into your hands and brushes past you, toward your bedroom, and you groan. “Jay, no, come on.”

“I just want to get a glimpse of him,” she says, peeking her head into your room. She sees more clothes, and the condom wrappers, looks back at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Okay, someone had a good time last night.”

“Yes, it was fucking incredible. He’s a sex god, I’m not even kidding. He ate my pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in months, then fucked me twice, so hard and sexy, and then he asked me if he could take me on a date, Jay.” You smile wide, can’t help it. “I really like him, so I actually owe you for not coming out last night.” She smiles back, pulls you close for a hug, and you step back with your hands on her shoulders. “So thank you, and thanks for coming to apologize, but can you please leave? I really don’t want to miss out on some potential good morning shower sex.”

She rolls her eyes, but it’s all from a place of love, and she turns to head out of your room.

“Okay, but only because cockblocking you would mean breaking the slut code again, and I can’t have my membership card revoked. I have a date with the almost frat boy again tonight.” She grins, and you shake your head, pull off your robe when you hear the door shut and head for the shower.

Good morning shower sex has never been so good. One month and twelve dates later, and you’re head over heels for Aaron. He is so sweet, and smart, and secretly funny, the perfect gentleman when you’re in public and an absolute manic in private, and you seriously could not have imagined a more perfect man.

Jay is maybe a little tired of hearing you talk about him.

You’re out for breakfast on a Saturday morning—Aaron is on a case in Indiana, or you’d probably be with him—and she sighs around a bite of french toast.

“I get it, he’s the best lay you’ve ever had in your life. He makes your pussy wet and your heart horny, or whatever. When do I get to meet the old man who’s got you wrapped around his big sexy fingers?”

“He’s supposed to be home tonight, maybe I’ll see if he’s feeling up to drinks?” Sometimes he’s really worn out after these cases, and you don’t blame him, but occasionally they must touch him in a way that makes him want to enjoy life, because you’ve had some nice dates the same day he gets back. You’ll ask, and if he’s not up for it, you’ll reschedule.

“Ooh, yes. I can’t wait to finally get a good look at the hunk who turned my maneater best friend into a monogamous whore.” You gasp, affronted, and she cackles, takes a sip of her iced coffee. Sometimes you can’t even remember why you’re friends—but she never fails to do something completely unexpected and sweet that reminds you eventually. “Hey, maybe now that you’re obsessed with this guy, you can finally meet my dad, since I don’t have to worry about you trying to suck his dick at first sight.”

You know that Jay’s relationship with her dad has been a little rough since her parents split up, and you’ve always thought that maybe you could get her to open up to him, to talk to him, if you could get to know him, but her fears about your taste for older men have always been hilariously real. As if you can’t control yourself; as if you’d ever actually date her dad.

“Well I’ll have to ask my old man; maybe he’s down for a threesome?” It’s her turn to act offended, and you laugh and send Aaron a text about this evening before you forget.

Can’t wait to meet the infamous Jay, he replies, and you won’t lie, you’re feeling really good about your two favorite people finally getting to know each other.

That night, you and Aaron beat Jay to the bar, because of course you do—that bitch is never on time for anything.

You’re feeling cute in a sexy turtleneck dress (the neck of which Aaron tugged down to place a hickey under when you rode him on the couch before coming here) and a set of earrings he bought you—you’re wearing a set of lingerie he bought you, too for later—and he looks gorgeous in a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

You can barely keep your hands off of him, squeezing his thigh, kissing his neck; you only give him an inch of space when he gets up to run to the restroom, and even then, the way he smiles and presses his lips to yours before he goes makes you want to cancel drinks and take him home so you can be alone.

But Jay asked to meet him, and you have been a little obsessed lately, so you want to do this and make her happy.

You look down at your phone, ready to hit her with some inflammatory where the fuck are you??? texts, when she drops into the seat Aaron had just vacated, breathless.

“Sorry, sorry. Traffic was really bad, and I got into this huge fight with my mom on the phone...” She pulls off her jacket, drapes it over the back of the seat.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, concerned. The two of them usually get along pretty well.

“Yeah, she’s just pissed because my dad has a new girlfriend—which is stupid, because she’s the one who wanted to divorce him, so why does she care? But anyway, I told her I’d meet her and be nice to her, because it’s important to him, and she expects me to take her side or something. I don’t know. Let’s just say I’m really glad I’m out for drinks with you and your old man so I can forget about my problems for a while.” She takes a deep breath for practically the first time since she started talking, then looks around, realizes it’s just the two of you. “Hey, where is he, anyway?”

“Restroom,” you say with a smile, but something more must creep onto your face, because she rolls her eyes playfully.

“And you didn’t follow him in there for a little stall action?”

“Ew, no. That’s more your speed than mine; we had sex before we came, anyway, look at this hickey.” You pull the neck of your dress down and she whistles, impressed.

“Congrats on having such good pussy, babe. I know you’re sickeningly obsessed with him, but it looks to me like he’s got it bad for you too.” You grin, instinctively want to gush over him, but you see him walking over out of the corner of your eye, so you hold off.

He’s frowning, though, and you’re not sure why.

“Julie?” Jay whips her head around at the sound of Aaron’s voice, and her eyes get wide.

“Dad? What are you…” You stand up abruptly, looking up at Aaron, and Jay stands too, looking between you, confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I… We…” He swallows, looks at you like you’ve both made a terrible mistake. You’re surprised how much that look hurts, but you know you have to take care of Jay before you can feel sorry for yourself.

“Jay, listen to me, okay? I swear to god I didn’t know.” You’re begging, pleading with your eyes, your hands on her shoulders. “I did not know.” She shakes her head like it’s not making sense, but when she lets herself connect the dots, she brings up a hand to cover her mouth.

“Oh my god. Are you fucking kidding me?” She pulls away from you, looking at you like you punched her in the face. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Jay, I didn’t—”

“Julie,” Aaron says, reaching for her, but she steps back, palms up.

“I seriously can’t believe this. You two… After every joke we made about me keeping you away from him?” She looks at you like you betrayed her, and you exhale, shrug sadly.

“It’s not like I went looking for him, Jay. We just… found each other.” You don’t look at Aaron, because if the last month hasn’t meant the same things to him, you’ll have to be okay with that. “I know it’s shocking, and I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what it feels like to find this out, this way.”

“You’re right, you can’t imagine. I just fought with my mom about my dad’s new girlfriend, and it’s-it’s you.” She laughs, humorless.

“You fought with your mom? When?” Aaron asks, crossing his arms, and it’s so clear how much he cares about Jay. Her eyes fly to his.

“On the fucking way here. She told me about your new slut girlfriend, and I was defending you! I told her I’d meet her if you asked me to, that I’d be nice because I know she’s important to you! And it’s you,” she practically spits, turning to you. “Such a whore that you’ll fuck anyone over forty who can still get it up, including my fucking father.” Her tone stings, and people are looking at the three of you, but you take a breath, remind yourself that she’s just angry right now, and she loves you, doesn’t mean that.

“Julie, that's enough. I’m taking you home and we can talk about this there.” Aaron steps past her, picks up her jacket, and glances over at you, but you’re collecting your things and and pulling up a rideshare app to get yourself the fuck out of there.

You head for the bathroom to wait it out until your ride comes, and you definitely don’t cry because the two people who bring you the most happiness in the world are gone and they barely even looked back. It’s five days before Jay shows up at your door with apology doughnuts and a bottle of rosé. You eat and drink and cry on each other, and then laugh at each other, and your heart feels a little healed by the end of it.

“I’m sorry I called you a whore. It’s just… what are the odds, after everything we said, that you would actually hook up with my fucking dad.” You laugh and take the last bite of your doughnut.

“You don’t think I was a little startled by that turn of events? I was as shocked as you. I knew he had a daughter around my age, but that’s not really what we talked about, you know?” She shoves half a doughnut in her mouth and cackles.

“You don’t talk a whole lot, from what I’ve gathered.”

“Didn’t,” you say, and your whole mood shifts. She looks confused. “We didn’t talk a whole lot. He hasn’t spoken to me since the night you found out.” She pulls out her phone, starts texting.

“Okay, I told him I was okay with you guys like, two days ago, so this probably means he’s spiraling. He tends to do that—get in his own head and beat himself up for things that aren’t his fault.” She looks up from her phone, gives you a soft smile. “Will you forgive me if I tell you he’s moping at home right now, and that I know he’ll be happy to see you?” You roll your eyes a little.

“I already forgive you, Jay, but if he hasn’t called me, maybe there’s a reason. Maybe he was looking for an out, and I gave him one, or maybe he can’t feel the same way I do because he knows we’re friends.”

“He told my mom about you, remember? He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t serious about you, and I don’t think he’d be acting this emo if he didn’t have feelings for you.” She reaches out, covers your hands with hers. “I’m really, really sorry I fucked this up for you guys. Weirdness aside, I know what good people you both are, and I hate that you were happy and I took that from you guys. I’m 100% supportive of you being my future step-mom,” she says with a grin, and you roll your eyes again and give her a hug and then jump up to get a shower.

You’re going to go get your old man.

When you knock on Aaron’s door an hour later, he looks surprised to see you.

“I thought you’d be Julie,” he says softly, and you sigh.

“I know. She sent me. She wants us to get our heads out of our asses, but I told her I don’t know where your head is, because we haven’t spoken.” Seeing him makes you feel a little better, because he does look like he may have been moping the last few days, so that must mean the spark is still there, right? “If you want me to leave, just tell me, and I’ll go; I’ll get out of your life and you can pretend it was just a casual thing, if that’s what you want.” Your heart aches at the thought, but you’d understand, if being his daughter’s best friend is an obstacle he can’t overcome.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he says after a long, painfully drawn out moment. “I don’t want you to ever leave. And I could never pretend this was casual.” He steps forward—so handsome in a t-shirt and jeans it makes you long to press kisses all over his face, to hold him and be held by him—and his eyes are trained on yours. “I know nothing about us is conventional, but it doesn’t matter to me if it doesn’t matter to you. I want to be with you.”

You take a deep, calming breath, exhale and nod. Your hands ache to reach out and touch him.

“I want to be with you, but only if you can promise that if something comes up with Jay—Julie—we can figure it out together. I don’t ever want to feel the way I felt the other night, and while I get that you had to take care of your daughter, and I’m glad you two talked things out, I can’t just be abandoned if things get weird.” You approach him, wrap your arms around him, and sigh. He hugs you so tightly, rests his cheek against the top of your head.

“I promise. I know I could have handled that better, but the situation was just so...”

“I know, that’s okay. Family comes first—but just so you know, she gave me her full support to campaign to become her new step-mom,” you say, pulling back with a teasing smile, and he shakes his head and grins. “So, one last question: Are you ready to get back in the saddle, Aaron?” He leans in and kisses you so hard you’re breathless, weaves his fingers into your hair.

“Sounds like my kind of adventure.” Message sent with high importance: Do not disturb! Your dad’s indecent.

J: Gross. Thanks for the warning, mom.

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[del1ghted]

short modern au relationship headcanons with xiao & childe

↳ gender neutral reader as always !

↳ warnings | none

↳ fandom: genshin impact

↳ pairings: xiao x reader , childe x reader

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xiao

-> expect late night drives on his motorcycle and finding a quiet hill to sit on while watching the stars; despite his “bad boy” exterior he’s a secret romantic. seeing you flush while he kisses your knuckles brightens his day like nothing else.

-> he prefers private dates; not really into amusement parks or restaurants simply because he wants to stare at you the whole evening without interruption. he adores picnics however, simple conversation with you and beautiful scenery is all he needs.

-> xiao’s tattoos aren’t necessarily meaningful, but he makes sure each and every one of them count. he wouldn’t put something on his body that’s permanent if he thinks he might regret it in the future—all the tattoos he has are beautiful and well done. he swoons whenever you trace the art with your finger; if you trail down past his chest be prepared to not leave the bed until an hour or so later.

“there’s truly nothing timid about you, getting me riled up like this. take responsibility.”

-> his arms are also well defined along with the rest of him, working out is a stress reliever he delves in often. ...xiao does not see the appeal when you squeeze his arm in slight awe, the teal tattoo snaking down to his wrist looking more and more magestic as you ogle at your rather ripped partner. although if you mention your appeal about his toned arms to xiao he will not hesitate to pull you close to him more often then before.

-> doesn’t use much social media. at most he’ll keep a few apps to follow you and maybe some other friends. only your notifications are on, he doesn’t want to miss anything you post. his account pfp will most likely be either just you or you and him (he’s cheesy like that.)

-> while he may be a dry texter, if you need him he will be there. having a bad night? xiao will definitely drive out no matter the time to be with you. he doesn’t need an explanation, if all you desire are cuddles and soft kisses he will provide.

-> when you’re sick he’ll call out for you from school and or work and take care of you himself. xiao will feed you his favorite soups that help when he’s sick, he might bring over venti as well to provide entertainment because he’s awful at starting conversations. when you finally break through your fever expect light sweets as a reward.

-> his jealousy is a interesting thing; at first he’ll try his best to be polite to whoever is bothering you. being blunt with a simple: “they’re taken, leave them alone,” and grabbing your hand. if they ignore him and persist (or simply underestimate him just because he’s short) he will get more aggressive. xiao won’t throw the first punch unless they’re harassing you or they start something first. he most likely takes some form of martial arts, but at the end of the day you’re bandaging his knuckles while chiding him softly for his actions, although they’re very much appreciated.

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childe

-> posts about you every single day because he loves ! showing ! you ! off !

-> dates consist of baking with his siblings and sneaking in pecks just before his brothers can say “gross” as loud as possible. no matter how well you follow the recipe you’re both covered in flour and brownie mix.

-> he steals your clothes more often then you steal his; even if he doesn’t wear it seeing the piece of fabric strewn on his dresser makes him bubbly.

-> sends good morning and good night texts; probably rants to you about the strange dreams he had and if you were in it.

-> hanging out with him can vary from watching a movie to it playing in the background while he recalls every scar from his childhood. the bigger ones are very anticlimactic while the smaller scars have a whole story behind them.

“what’s this one on your chin?”

“oh! the time i broke my jaw and had to get surgery for it :)”

-> facetimes you for hours; even if you two aren’t saying or doing anything the company is comfortable and he enjoys your presence.

-> childe loves snowball fights. he might get a little competitive but often distracts you by tackling the both of you into a pile of snow and kissing you right then and there regardless of who’s around. he’ll laugh if ice falls into your shoes but will make sure there’s a warm bath running when you get inside.

-> if you’re not having a good day he’ll distract you from your thoughts as much as possible. whether that be a movie, board games, or massaging your shoulders until you grow tired he’ll always be willing to comfort you. he also won’t hesitate to buy every pain relief at the nearest pharmacy if you’re feeling feverish.

-> he’ll groan, embarrassed when teucer looks through the photo album with you and makes you look at his baby pictures. secretly he’ll feel estatic that you and his family get along though. family means everything to him after all.

-> childe is also not one to play when it comes to you. if someone is hitting on you and making you uncomfortable he’ll be at your side immediately. while his voice is friendly and he may wear a smile, the pure anger in his eyes + the height advantage is enough to make anyone turn away in fear. he’ll slide a arm around your waist and tug you away, not wanting for one of his signature bloodbaths fights to break out in front of you.

(... he will still 100% confront the guy later and return with a bruised lip and cut cheek.)

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A/N: .. wrote this at 1am, passed out while making it, finished it in the morning.

if there are mistakes i’ll go back and fix them, but i hope you enjoyed :]

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[angsty-omi]

you get jealous of their manager

suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi

angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

suna rintarou

when rin told you about the new manager, you didn’t expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didn’t care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. she’s with him longer than he’s with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.

it was even worse when he’d go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.

“y/n?” his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.

“suna? where are you? it’s almost 12 am.” you scolded. how could you not? he’s drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.

“first of all, can you chill? i literally told you that i’d be out with the boys, i don’t understand why you’re getting so upset,”

“upset? you’re literally out with a girl who’s very attarctive” you frustrated.

“oh i see what this is now, you’re jealous and you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i don’t know wanted to talk about it?” you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.

“she’s my friend y/n, get over it because you’ll be seeing a lot more of her,” rin hissed.

“i’m not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where i’m coming from” you murmured.

“just leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing i’m going to do is let a bitch dictate that.” suna argued loudly.

it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, “rin-rin let’s do this song together!” in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.

“oh so you’re rin rin now huh? i can’t be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!”

“well maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? it’s nice to have someone who wouldn’t nag or bitch about me, she doesn’t pry for me to open up,” he attempted to justify his actions.

“okay fine then, if she’s soooo perfect than just date her” words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.

“maybe i will!” he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with “w-wait i didn’t mea-” trying to save his relationship.

“do whatever you want suna, whether you’re with her or not it’s not my problem anymore, i’m done.” you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.

you couldn’t sleep that night. pathetically, you’d hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didn’t, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldn’t sleep on the bed due to suna’s lingering scent.

when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. it’s only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.

five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that there’s a huge argument to come.

“suna we can’t just not talk about this,” you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, please take me back.”

“i can’t just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else we’ll never move forward.” you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.

“i’ll never even look at her again,” his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, “that’s not needed, it’s not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?”

“anything, princess.”

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. that’s why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. he’ll never admit it to you though, and claims he only ‘endures’ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if there’s one thing sakusa hates, it’s PDA.

so you couldn’t really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.

you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.

“sakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?” the cute manger whined.

“can you not get up yourself?” sakusa groaned.

“no i think i twisted something,” as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.

but he didn’t.

“thank you, sakusa-senpai!” she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didn’t hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldn’t even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.

amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. “sakusa, don’t you have to get home soon?” with an eyebrow raised.

“uh actually sakusa-senpai it’s getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?” she babbled.

“fine, y/n you can walk yourself right?” he said casually, while packing up his things.

“y-yeah i guess” you stammered.

on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.

when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.

then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didn’t, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know, is there something wrong?” you repeated his question.

“i wouldn’t know, that’s why i asked.” he bellowed.

you put the knife down and faced him, “you know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,” you ranted.

“our new manager? you can’t be serious. we fell, it was an accident.”

“maybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just ‘fell’ why did it take so long for you to get back up? why’d you let her touch you for so long?” you questioned.

“i wasn’t thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-”

“except when it’s with me” your voice cracked. “right? it’s when it’s with me, that must be it. that’s why you never show any affection, but it’s okay for you because you’ve gotten tons from me and her!” you raved.

he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.

“don’t touch me with that whore’s filth,” you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.

over the following days, you didn’t wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one person’s touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.

you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.

“mh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..” continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.

putting his face close to yours, “i love you y/n l/n.” before continuing.

a/n: if you like this series please request some characters you’d like to see!

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #sakusa angst #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #suna x reader #suna imagines #suna x y/n #suna angst

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers With an MC That’s Only Soft for Them

So, cute Headcanons are my kryptonite! Please enjoy, my fluff loving brethren!

Lucifer

We at Stupid Headcanons inc. recommend that MC does not inflate this bastard’s ego further, but if they choose to…

Lucifer, the morning star, a high ranking demon, does not need MC’s affection… that was a lie he C R A V E S it.

This pairing is actually quite complimentary, Lucifer is only soft for MC, MC is only soft for Lucifer, perfectly balanced.

MC shouldn’t expect Lucifer to be too reciprocal to their affections in public until they’re both neck deep into the relationship, but in private, hoo boy.

The “good job!”s, the hugs, the quick pecks on the cheek, all of it just made Lucifer practically melt. He adores all the affection, and it’s all for him.

Finally, someone in this house appreciates him…

“Lucifer, try not to overwork yourself, if you need anything, just ask, okay?” “Thank you, MC.” “Hey MC! I need help, pass me the remote.” “YOU CAN WALK OFF A CLIFF BELPHIE! Love you, Lucifer.”

And to be honest, some of the roasts are funny, but MC, dearest, please dial down the sass near Lord Diavolo.

Mammon

Of course MC’s favourite is the Great Mammon! Heh, who else would it be? Not that he needs this human’s affection or anything!

…screw it, please MC, give him more head pats.

Hand holding, hugs, resting his head on MC’s lap… Mammon’s really living the life.

In public Mammon is constantly trying to get MC to shower him in praise and affection in his own weird tsundere kind of way. It’s good thing MC is always willing to give their demon all the love they have.

It just makes him so happy that all of MC’s affection belongs to him, it makes his greedy little heart sing.

MC’s love and care tragically does not save him from being caught for his shenanigans, but MC, stone cold bitch that they are, will always do something bad to get strung up next to him.

“MC, what’re ya doin’ here?” “Oh you know babe, just hanging around.”

Nothing makes him smile more than when they stick up for him, to MC, he isn’t scummy trash, he’s the great Mammon! Their super amazing guardian! He does what he can to live up to MC’s image of him!

Since Mammon’s super supportive of his human, he’ll always provide reaction sound affects whenever MC delivers a verbal smack down.

Levi

MC likes him? Must be a joke. Who’d like a gross Otaku like him…?

The human exchange student apparently.

They’d listen with a look of pure adoration on their face whenever Levi would ramble about his favourite anime, they’d help him organize his figurines, they’d play video games with him…

Man… MC’s really playing the long con here on this practical joke.

When Levi isn’t drowning in self doubt, he absolutely loves how sweet and gentle MC is around him, a side only he gets to see… *swoon*

A cold mean character that’s only soft for their love interest??? That’s one of Levi’s top five favourite romantic tropes!

Levi’s often taking notes on MC’s snappy remarks so he can sass people while he streams, he’s not too good at it, so he just streams with MC present. His viewership goes up whenever exponentially whenever MC says anything.

“Someone in the chat just said I must be insanely lonely-” “There’s no way in hell you’re lonelier than that guy at night. His bed ranks number one in the top ten loneliest places ever.”

Satan

At first, Satan took more of an analytical interest in MC’s attitude, they’re either suicidally impulsive or very confident in their ability to run from danger if they think they can sass demons and get away unscathed.

Once the two connect and MC goes soft for him, it’s game over. Satan’s weakness is cute things, and nothing is cuter to him than his usually mean MC raining affection and compliments down upon him!

Satan finally has a leg up on Lucifer! The human adores him and isn’t afraid to talk back to that pretentious motherfucker-

MC sits in Satan’s lap and the two read together, they smuggle cats into the house, they lay in bed together plotting the downfall of their enemies… just normal couple things.

Sometimes MC just sits next to him and makes a particularly nasty quip at someone else, then give him a big ol kiss on the cheek.

It just makes him oh so happy…

“Honey, I brought you tea!” “Ah, thank you MC.” “I took it from Lucifer’s private stash of relaxing tea :D” “You really are my soulmate, aren’t you?”

Asmo

Gasp! MC’s so mean! Do it more!

Asmo, sassy god he is, appreciates a good snide remark or twelve, so he’s always got a front row seat to MC’s shennaniganery.

Before the pact, he was back in the peanut gallery with Satan wondering when MC’s words would come back to bite them, but after the pact, nothing’s touching the human. Their sass is completely consequence-less as long as Asmo’s around!

These two are a match made in hell, literally. Asmo and MC get to be so in sync that they manage to make each other’s insults better by working together.

“I’d give you the name of a few surgery places but I don’t think they implant brains into unlucky people like yourself.” “They might be able to implant a better personality though~.”

Asmo’s fully willing to flaunt his relationship in public. Sort of in a “look at us! MC’s only nice to me! Eat shit losers!” kind of way.

It isn’t all vanity and insults, MC always finds a way to make Asmo feel better whenever he’s feeling down. MC makes sure to tell Asmo as often as possible that they love him for more than just his looks, and it makes the Avatar of Lust swoon.

Just as long as MC never turns their razor sharp wit on Asmo, he’s their cheerleader forever.

Beel

Good choice, MC.

Despite his resting bitch face, Beel’s a big softie, everyone knows that, and as the Simpsons said, ‘the strong must protect the sweet’.

Well… MC isn’t as strong as Beel, but they will verbally eviscerate anyone who even dares insinuate anything not nice about their precious gigantic cinnamon roll!

“Listen up bitches! Not you Beel, we’re all glad you’re here.” “^_^” “Y’ALL ARE IN DEEP SHIT.”

Beel loves how affectionate MC is! Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or private, he and MC are almost always at least holding hands.

MC always has emergency snacks on them, they never get upset when Beel eats everything in the house, they just smile and hand over whatever food they have on them and help fix the problem.

Beel is probably one of the only characters who would try and get MC to branch out and be nicer to everyone and not just him. Whether this works depends on MC.

Belphie

Does he deserve this? No. Did he almost start crying when MC began to show him genuine care and affection? Yes. Does he nearly die of laughter every time MC snaps at someone? Yes.

Belphie’s not sure why MC decided that they were going to love him of all demons… but they just… understand him.

They listened patiently and offered a shoulder to cry on, even after he hurt them… their understanding, their compassion, just wow. Belphie really lucked out.

MC lets him nap, fluffs his pillows, reminds him to wash his pillow cases and comforter, gets him sushi, like geez… what a simp… *sniffle*

In return, Belphie offers cuddles. Cuddles and quality time together. For the first time in how many millennia Belphie is going to get off his ass and do something for someone if they ask.

It’s a miracle.

Belphie isn’t one for flaunting a relationship but… he may just let some people know that this super mean human likes him the most by giving his human a quick kiss.

#Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me shall we date #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Levi #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer x MC #Obey me Mammon x MC #Obey me Levi x MC #Obey me Satan x MC #Obey me Asmo x MC #Obey me Beelzebub x MC #Obey me Belphegor x MC #pokémon

[sunghun]

enhypen as types of physical affection

requested; no

warnings; none, just fluff :)

note; okay so i haven’t had a writing blog/posted anything i’ve written in like.....a really long time so i’m kind of nervous lol. but life is short, so here we are. and if anyone is actually reading this has any requests for reactions and such, feel free to send them my way !! also pls keep in mind this was written at like 2am and over the course of like 4 days so....apologies for any mistakes.

rubbing and massaging your back

okay that kinda sounds weird but like

okay that kinda sounds weird but like

idk y’all

heeseung just seems like the kinda guy that will always be absentmindedly running his hand up and down your back

cuddling on the couch? his hand is gonna be rubbing your back in abt five seconds

going in for a hug? oh look at that spontaneous back rub

doing literally anything with ur back exposed?

“oh here babe lemme rub your shoulders you look tense”

he probably doesn’t even realize that he does it too

like if you ask him about it he’ll just be like

“?? lol idk what you’re talking about i don’t do that”

until the next time you two are cuddling on your bed with you laying on top of him

and he just pauses like twenty minutes into lightly massaging your back like “oh i do do that”

is about to ask if you want him to stop but sees that you fell asleep

and he just smiles softly and continues until he falls asleep too

pls i’m so soft for him 🥺

제이 | jay;

running his hands through your hair

look

we all know that jay is absolute boyfriend material

and you know what screams boyfriend??

playing with their s/o’s hair

and not even just playing with it like

if you ask and sometimes even if u don’t he’ll brush your hair for you

and if you have a really sensitive scalp he’ll be sure to be suuuuper careful and not to tug too hard

but really he just loves running his fingers through it

and unlike heeseung he is very much aware of it

if you ask him about it he’ll just shrug and be like

“idk i just like ur hair. deal with it”

obviously if it bothers you he’ll stop tho

but if not be prepared to have your hair constantly played with

“how is your hair so soft baby?”

lowkey asks you for shampoo and conditioner recommendations

and you can bet your ass if he sees some kind of ‘couple shampoo’ set he’s gonna buy it

제이크 | jake;

hugging

jake would give the best hugs, and you can quote me on that

now unlike most headcanons i see for jake i don’t think he’d be like crazily affectionate all the time

but i do think he’d enjoy giving you lots of hugs

just wrapping his arms around you

holding you

soaking in your presence

suddenly i want a hug

no but fr this boy will hug you like it’s the last time every time

“omg babe! i missed you!”

*insert giant bear hug*

and you’re just like “? i saw you an hour ago but i missed you too??”

idk man

i just know he’d use any excuse to hug you

and if you hug him first he will literally look at you with heart eyes ❤️_❤️

pls give this boy lots of hugs :(

성훈 | sunghoon;

hand holding

okay we all know sunghoon doesn’t really seem like the most affectionate guy

BUT

i do think he’d like holding your hand

a lot

like when you two first got together you weren’t really sure what he would and wouldn’t like

bc you knew he wasn’t a fan of pda but like .

u wanted to show your boyfriend some love ya know

but one day when you two were taking a walk

sunghoon noticed that you kept glancing down at his hand

and kept ‘accidentally’ brushing against it with your hand

so finally after like the 8th time he just grabs your hand and laces ur fingers together

which kind of shocks you bc yeah you wanted him to hold your hand

but you didn’t expect him to actually do it

and when you look up at him he just has this cocky little smirk on his face

but you can still see that he’s blushing

but yeah after that it’s like your hands became glued to each other

like if you’re together and ur not holding hands its weird

will become the biggest baby if u don’t hold his hand

“y/nnnnnnn why aren’t you holding my hannnnnnd”

“sunghoon it’s like 95 degrees out”

“and?”

“😑”

just never stop holding his hand okay

선우 | sunoo;

cheek kisses

it is a simple fact of life that you are kind of in love with sunoo’s cheeks

whether it be pinching them, kissing them, whatever

like the sky is blue

grass is green

y/n loves sunoo’s cheeks

and yeah at first he teased you for it

“do you even love me or are you just with me for my cheeks??”

“.......”

but after a while it just become a Thing and no one said anything abt it anymore

until one day sunoo decided to pull the uno reverse card

yeah that’s right

suddenly it’s your cheeks being pinched and kissed

the first time he did anything caught you so off guard

like ?? did he just ???

“but that’s my thing...”

eventually you get used to it

and there’s less and less pinching from both of you

and a lot more kissing also from both of you

until you two gross everyone out with how sweet of a couple you are

“you’re just jealous bc you don’t have a y/n to kiss ur cheeks”

정원 | jungwon;

cuddling

LISTEN

listen.

something about jungwon just screams that he’d be an amazing cuddler

he just seems so soft and fluffy man idk

will use literally anything as a reason to cuddle you

that package you ordered didn’t arrive on time? looks like some cuddling is needed.

had a bad day at work/school? cuddles are here to make it better!

got a paper cut? i’m not an expert but i think u might need some jungwon cuddles

but let’s be honest with ourselves here

he probably wouldn’t even need any excuses

like he’d just cuddle up to you out of the blue

and you just wrap your arms around him and accept it

because he does it so often it’s just a normal day with ur boyfriend attached to you via koala style clinging

"you're so comfy"

you guys probably take so many spur of the moment naps bc you get so comfy while snuggling

i’m gonna cry where can i get a jungwon

니키 | niki;

wrapping his arm around you

idk guys

like sunghoon, niki doesn’t really give me “super affectionate boyfriend” vibes

#JustSagittariusThingz

i mean if you initiate it he won’t like push you off or smth

probably

but he’s not gonna be hanging off your arm 25/8

unlike some people

*cough* heewon *cough*

howeverrrrr

he does like having his arm around you

whether it be your waist, your shoulders, your arm, whatever

bc that way he can show you some love without being uncomfortable or grossly lovey dovey

also unlike some other people

and does it at the most random times too

like you’ll be at the grocery store trying to decide what kind of chips you want

and he’ll just come up to you

wrap his arm around your waist

and rest his head on your shoulder

it probably makes him feel more 'grown up'

but also

he just likes having you close 🥺

but not too close

#enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enhypen x you #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen scenarios

[arrowflier]

if you still take prompts: ian coming out to the rest of the gallaghers causally or dramatic i'm just curious how he'd do it

It's been a bit but I'm thinking the show gave us Fiona, Lip, Frank, and sort of Monica?  So I went with the other siblings and an extra

Clayton

He didn't mean to come out to Clayton.  His dad?  His uncle?  Well, whatever he was, he didn't need to know that Ian dreamed about muscled biceps and short dark hair and sinking his teeth into the back of strong shoulders.

Unfortunately, Clayton happened to stop by the house just in time to see Mickey leaving it wearing Ian's shirt, the neck stretched out enough to show off an impressive hickey on the side of his own.

Mickey had scurried off with nothing but a glare--and a double bird when Clayton didn't avert his eyes quick enough--but the damage was done.

"One of your sister's boyfriends?" Clayton asked lightly, maybe serious, maybe giving him an out.

Ian knew he should take it.  Mickey would kill him if he ever found out he hadn't, even if Clayton had no idea who he was.

He should have taken the out.

But he didn't.

"No," he answered simply, "one of mine," and watched his something's eyes widen.

"Oh, um."  Clayton coughed.  "Well, it seems like a bad time, so I'll just..."

He backed away down the sidewalk.  His clean shoes scraped against cracked concrete, his neatly hemmed trousers just skirting the dirt.

"Yeah," Ian said, "Okay." 

And he pretended it didn't hurt when Clayton walked away.  Why should it?  The man was nothing to him anyway.

Debbie

It was early afternoon on a summery Tuesday, after Ian got home from an early shift.  Debbie was sitting on the front steps as he walked up, idly braiding yellow dandelions into a crown.

"Hi Ian," she said as he tried to sneak past, "you're late."

Ian winced, halfway up the stairs, looking down at her fair red head.

"You keeping a calendar or something?" he asked, reaching down to ruffle her hair.

She pulled out of reach, and frowned up at him, green stems twisting between her fingers.

"I do when you were supposed to help with the daycare pickup," she countered, and oh.  Oops.

Ian sighed, and turned to plop down on the step next to her.

"Right," he said lowly.  "Sorry, Debs."

He put an arm around her shoulders, and she hunched over, but let him.

"What were you doing?" she asked, eyes on her hands.

Ian shrugged, the movement making her sway in the curve of his arm.

"Nothing," he tells her.  "Just hanging out."

"Are you cheating on Mandy?" she asked suddenly, going stiff, and he stared at the side of her head in shock.

"What?" He says.  "No, why would you ask that?"

"Because she came over to help me when you didn't show up," Debbie muttered, "so I know she didn't give you that hickey."

Ian's free hand flew to his neck, slapping over the spot Mickey had bit a little too hard less than twenty minutes before.

"Uh..."

"You are cheating," Debbie said morosely.  "I knew it.  Boys are all awful."

She started to rise, flowered weeds falling from her hands to the steps.  Ian had only a split second to think, to decide, and then he was pulling her down again by a thin arm.

"I'm not cheating," he forced out as she collapsed back down with a huff.  "No, really," he insisted when she rolled her eyes.  "It's more complicated than that."

Debbie raised her eyes to his, then looked down again, biting her lip.

"Is it because you're gay?" she asked, and the wind went out of him again.

"Do you even know what that means?" he questioned, gathering himself.

"I go to public school," Debbie answered with a huff.  "Of course I know what it means."

Right.  Fair enough.

"Yeah," he admitted on an exhale.  "Yeah, it's because I'm gay."

"Does Mandy know that?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, she does."  Then he rubbed a hand over his face.  He had to ask.  Had to know how he had given himself away.

If not for himself, for Mickey, who had just gotten over their last scare.

"How did you know?"

"Mandy," was the unexpected answer. "Carl is always drooling over her, it's gross.  But you look at her the same way you look at me."

And what a thing to be outed over.  Being a decent guy.

But at least he didn't get Mickey outed with him.

His heart rate settled, and Debbie settled against him.  She picked up her half finished flower crown, and set it on his lap.

"You finish that one," she ordered.  "For your boyfriend."

Ian took it with a fragile smile, and didn't bother to correct her.

Carl

Carl had a lot of questions when he came back from care.  Questions he liked to ask indiscrimate of time, place, or person.  Questions that really weren't appropriate for the dinner table, with the full family around, right after they had all dished up.

"Does gay sex hurt?" he questioned absently, dragging his fork through the mess of gravy-covered meatloaf on his plate.

The table went quiet, except for the sound of Lip choking on lukewarm beer.

"Well?" Carl asked, directed toward Lip this time as the one with the greatest reaction.  "Does it?"

"Asking the wrong brother," Lip muttered under his breath, and Ian kicked him under the table.

"Lip," Fiona hissed, then looked apologetically at Ian.  As if that were somehow less obvious.

"Why are you asking that?" she directed to Carl, and the boy shrugged.

"Saw some videos at that fancy house," he told her.  "The guy seemed to like it in one of them, but in the other one he was crying."

Fiona hesitated, eyes going to Debbie, to Liam.  To Ian again.

"Well," she started, "they probably just--"

"Yeah, it can hurt," Ian cut in, suddenly feeling tired.  Tired of lying, tired of hiding, tired of everything.  "If you don't do it right."

Carl's attention was on him immediately, and so was everyone else's.  Except Liam's, at least.

"Have you done it?" Carl asked eagerly, leaning over the table toward Ian. 

Ian shrugged.

"Yeah."

Like it was no big deal.  Like his heart wasn't racing.  Like he wasn't thinking of what had happened the last time he said it out loud.

Carl's face twisted as he came to a belated realization.

"Does that mean you're gay?"

"Yeah," Ian said again, and held his breath.

Carl nodded.

"Okay," he said, looking back to his food. 

And...it was. 

No one continued the conversation.  No one even looked at him again.  And Ian felt himself relax, felt himself calm...until Carl spoke up again.

"Is that why you always hung out with Mickey?" he asked, and the blood drained from Ian's face.

"No," he answered shortly, then pushed back, the legs of his chair squealing on the floor.  "Mickey isn't gay."

He looked back on his way up the stairs, ignoring Fionas outstretched arm as he passed.

"And don't ever let him hear you say that," he added, "or he'll kick your face in, too."

Months later, when Ian was back, Carl asked him again, in his own way.

"Is Mickey gay?" as he walked up to the makeshift pull up bar in the doorway.  "Do you love him?"

And Ian wanted to answer, that time.  He really, really did.

But he honestly didn't know anymore.

"I like the way he smells," he said instead, and ignored the way his stomach clenched when Mickey glared on his way to the bathroom.

Liam

It's not like he ever told Liam, not really.  At least, not in any way that counted.

He didn't really have to; Liam had grown up in the middle of it all.

He had been there when Mickey stayed, the first time.  Sat watching them wake up in a too-small bed, share the bathroom, share breakfast, share all of it.

He had been there when Ian left, too.  Gone to live with Mickey in the dreaded Milkovich house.  He'd still seen him plenty--stroller rides with Yev, the odd babysitting gig--but more often than not, Mickey had been there too.

And when Mickey was gone, and Ian found others, it just didn't seem so important. 

By the time Caleb came around, and then Trevor, he just figured Liam kind of knew.  Obviously he knew when the whole Gay Jesus thing happened.

But they had still never talked about it.

"You love Mickey?" Liam asked when they were both back.  When he wandered past their bedroom to see Mickey sound asleep under the covers, head pillowed in Ian's lap as Ian tapped away at his phone.

Ian was transported.  To another time, a different brother, a different self that couldn't say the words.

He could say them now.

"I do," he answered, voice soft but sure, hand stroking through Mickey's hair as the other man hid his face against Ian's thigh.

Liam shrugged.

"Okay."

Simple.  Anticlimactic.

Perfect.

And maybe they didn't need to talk about the specifics.  Because it wasn't about Ian anymore, that he was gay.  It was about them: Mickey and Ian.  Together, no matter what their labels were. 

That was how Ian wanted to be see, now.  As part of a whole.

Mickey mumbled against him, and Ian looked down, and smiled.

He'd never have to come out alone again.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #fanfic #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #clayton gallagher #coming out

[belphies-wife]

Hi! ♡

My requests is: how the brother + side boys only if you want to (-Luke ofcs) react to MC having a close friend and that everyone thinks they're a couple. Full skin ship and everything. Like the guys were talking to MC and all the sudden someone just came up behind mc, wraps their arms around mc waist and rest on them.

Hope you have a nice day and stay safe! ♡

Hello dear Anon! Tysm for your request! <3 I didn’t do any of the undateable dateables because I feel like they’d have the same reaction of just being happy you made a new friend.

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The Demon Brothers and Your Close Friend

➼ It was quite difficult for you to make friends with demons as a human, especially since you were probably the weakest of the exchange students, if not the weakest in the Devildom. You had virtually no way of protecting yourself, so you spent most of your time with the demon brothers and your fellow exchange students, along with Diavolo and Barbatos.

➼ So it came as a surprise to you that one day while attending one of Lord Diavolo’s parties, you encountered a demon that didn’t want to eat you.

➼ Wow, a demon here who respected you right off the bat? Unheard of.

➼ The demon, who introduced themself as Mavra, was actually one of Diavolo’s cousins

➼ You two took to each other quite quickly, and Diavolo, excited that the two of you were strengthening demon-human relationships, insisted that Mavra stay for a longer period of time so you two could bond.

➼ Time passed, and eventually, you two became practically joined at the hip.

➼ There had been a few false rumours flying around RAD that you and Mavra had secretly entered a relationship. The fact that you were already dating someone didn’t deter those rumours but rather made them more outrageous.

➼ “Do you really think the human is going to ditch one of the Demon Lords for that new kid?”

➼ One day, while you were talking to your boyfriend, Mavra came up from behind you and wrapped their arms around you in a surprise hug.

Lucifer

➼ You had already assured him that whatever rumours were circulating around were not true.

➼ You were happy with your new friend, and he, too, was happy because of that.

➼ But that didn’t mean he wasn’t also a bit jealous of how close you were with Mavra.

➼ Your relationship doesn’t involve much PDA, so seeing you so physically affectionate with someone else only increases his jealousy.

➼ Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride, but his envy could rival Levi’s when it came to you.

➼ He didn’t react in front of you and your friend. He may be possessive, but the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable or upset.

➼ For the rest of the day, he’s a lot more affectionate with you. Lots of little forehead and cheek kisses, holding the door open, holding your hand. Stuff like that.

Mammon

➼ “Oi! What’re ya doin’ with my human?”

➼ The Avatar of Greed is extremely possessive. Something Mavra was very much aware of.

➼ “And hello to you too, Mammon.” Mavra greeted.

➼ “That’s my human, back off!”

➼ Mavra let go of you, and you started laughing.

➼ “Hey, what’s so funny!?”

“You’re adorable when you’re jealous.” You cooed at your boyfriend, his face red from embarrassment.

“Ay, who ya callin’ cute?” His little outburst had Mavra joining in on your laughter.

➼ “I ship you guys so much.” They chuckled.

Leviathan

➼ Levi is the literal Avatar of Envy, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’s, well, envious.

➼ He’s quieter about his jealousy than the rest of his brothers are, though.

➼ He’s lived with his envy for centuries and was used to how it slowly eats away at him.

➼ “Yo, do you think the human’s cheating on Leviathan with that new kid?”

➼ He wasn’t angry. More upset. He saw it coming. What would someone as good as you want with some gross otaku? It was just a matter of time before you finally came to your senses.

➼ “Levi, are you okay?” You asked him later on in the day.

“Are you… are you cheating on me?”

➼ His question surprised you. Is that what he thought?

➼ “Why would I cheat when I have the best boyfriend I could ever ask for?”

➼ His heart swelled with joy at your words. It was rare that he was praised like that.

➼ “R-really?” He asked, his cheeks flushed.

➼ You nodded your head and smiled. “Really.”

Satan

➼ Straight up does not give two shits about who you choose to spend time with as long as you’re not ignoring him.

➼ Satan knows you and Mavra are just friends, so he sees no need for him to be concerned.

➼ He was, however, rather pissed at the fact that other people had decided to bring it onto themselves to spread rumours that you were cheating on him. 

➼ He had no reaction to Mavra coming up behind you and hugging you, other than giving them a polite greeting and then returning to his conversation with you.

➼ That is, until an absolute moron passing by decided to whisper, “So like, does Satan know they’re cheating?” to their friend.

➼ He swiftly turned around, punched them in the face, and turned back to you, where he continued talking like nothing happened.

Asmodeus

➼ Asmodeus teased you about you and Mavra while you were dating him.

➼ “Oooh, I heard from a little birdie that you went out to a cafe the other day with a certain someone.”

“Asmo, you’re literally my boyfriend.”

➼ This man will shamelessly (and jokingly) flirt with Mavra in front of you.

➼ At this point, people straight up think all three of you are dating.

➼ Sometimes, when you're hanging out and seeing someone come by, you’ll get super close and start cuddling and stuff.

➼ It’s an inside joke between the three of you.

➼ When Mavra came up to hug you from behind, he also went up and hugged you.

➼ Group hug.

Beelzebub

➼ This boy is so happy that you made a friend.

➼ He straight up starts asking you to invite Mavra over to hang out with the two of you.

➼ He may be more attached to Mavra than you are.

➼ He has no reaction to Mavra hugging you from behind and is completely oblivious to any rumours going around about you two.

Belphegor

➼ Does not give a crap about who you’re friends with as long as you’re still free to cuddle or be his pillow.

➼ If you’re talking to Mavra and he’s tired, he will sleep on you while you talk to them. He does not care.

➼ He also has no reaction to Mavra hugging you from behind.

➼ Well, unless he’s tired. If so, he’ll push them off of you and drape himself against you to sleep.

➼ You and your friend think it’s hilarious.

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pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.” 

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