#like listen we know shawn is attractive

[slutabed]

ya know when the goofy guy gets serious and intense

why am i attracted to that even when it's shawn spencer from psych

#like listen we know shawn is attractive #but when he gets all angry in the mr yang episode #and then the way he says 'he's got her gus...he's got my mom' #shawn spencer nooo don't get all serious and intense aha ur so sexy #can't believe i thought i could rewatch a show from my childhood without getting neurodivergently hyperfixated on it in an unhealthy way

[rthko]

I once overheard a homosexual man say that the most desired type of gays are the natural blonde or brunette twinks that look like Tom Holland and Shawn Mendes or the guys in BelAmi porns but that they are hard to bag if you don't fit their beauty standards. I looked these pornoactors up on the internet and they were indeed beautiful, yet unattainable and unrealistic. I did not flick the bean as I watched purely for investigative purposes, but I couldn't help but wonder if you homosexuals ever feel intimidated by these twink and perhaps even twunk creatures, with their speedos and 8% body fat and their "gay golden retriever" aura. So is it true? Are these types of gays at the top of the gay pyramid? #listening&learning here.

This is often true. Last night I was at this dance event as one of only two people I could see wearing crop tops. So I found the other guy, a twink with some level of abs, and said "hey, nice to see someone else in a crop top!" He said "hey, if we've got the body for it we might as well show it, right? Have our fun before we hit thirty and crash." I think he basically meant to be friendly but this annoyed me. I'm basically a twink myself (or fully, depending on how much or how little body hair you think counts), so I do think a lot of the resentment is excessive and keeps me from being seen as a dimensional person. But when I have interactions like that? I get it. And I have some educated guesses as to how the interaction would have played out if I weren't also skinny.

Is this type at the top of the social pyramid? It depends. It's all very high school, and it depends on how you define popularity. There's the Mean Girls style definition of "everyone puts them on a pedestal because they're so intimidating and hot," and the definition of "just genuinely charismatic and well liked." If someone has enough insecurity veiled in arrogance to lash out because of it, are they truly popular in a meaningful sense? I think the most genuinely popular guys in a lot of gay scenes are attractive, sure, but more down to earth, "imperfect," and friendly in a way people find refreshing.

The guy with me at the event was a bear who I and a lot of others there found very attractive, but others, due to porn standards, insecurity, or whatever we want to pin it on, would not feel the same way. Yet the whole time he was saying hi to people, being greeted with hugs and kisses on the cheek, and asking people how they were doing in a way that shows he genuinely cares and keeps tabs on them. My fellow crop top twink, wish him well, stood around clutching his cocktail. It's not a competition, but I know who I think is winning.

[tameodesza]

Haunts of Horrors (BretShawn)

AO3 link | masterlist

Summary: Bret takes Shawn to a spooky attraction for spooky season.

a/n: I went through a trail of terror this weekend, and it was quite the experience, lol! Inspired me to write this

Shawn sat in the passenger seat, palms sweating as Bret made a sharp left turn that led them closer to their destination.

The Haunts of Horrors.

For five years in a row, the haunted attraction was deemed one of the scariest haunted trails in all of Calgary. Owen asked Bret to tag along, also convincing him to bring Shawn as a date.

“Martha chickened out, so we have an extra ticket. Maybe you should bring Shawn.”

“You know Shawn hates scary shit.”

“Exactly! He’ll be stuck to you like glue all night. You can thank me later.”

That was all Bret needed to hear before trying to persuade his boyfriend to come.

Lucky for him, Shawn accepted thinking it would be a mild scary house filled with a few boo’s and jump scares. And with Owen’s 8-year-old son, Oje, also attending, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

But Shawn’s indifference soon melted into unease as they neared the attraction, Owen spending most of the car ride telling horror stories to get everyone into the spooky mood.

Oje surely enjoyed them, huddling close to his dad in the backseat as he enthusiastically asked for another story.

Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Shawn, the blond looking completely zoned out as he stared out the window.

“Stop it. You’re scaring Shawn,” Bret lightly chuckled to Owen.

“I’m fine, Bret,” Shawn said unconvincingly, not wanting to ruin Oje’s fun.

Bret turned down a dark wooded path, the only light coming from the car’s headlights and a neon sign that flashed: Welcome to the Haunts of Horrors. Enter if You Dare.

“Are you ready,” Bret asked Shawn, his own excitement evident in his voice.

“Uh huh,” Shawn answered in a quiver, his voice failing him as they pulled into the parking area.

After parking the car, Bret said calmingly, “Don’t be scared, babe.”

“I’m not.” He was.

“I promise you it’s going to be a lot of fun.”

“How would you know?”

“Owen and I have been here tons of times. It’s not so bad.”

Shawn probed, “Was it really scary when you went?”

As Bret thought of a proper response, Owen blurted, “Oh, this place is intense! Bret, remember that kid who threw up that one time? And the time some guy passed out? Then there was the time someone had a code brown-”

“Owen,” Bret hissed, but it was too late.

Shawn listened in horror as Owen listed off all of the reasons why he should turn around, the blond whining, “Oh, no. I’m going to die.”

“No, you’re not,” Bret said as he grabbed Shawn’s hand before kissing the back of it. “Especially not with me around. I would never let anything or anyone harm you. You know that, right?”

It’s moments like this one that Shawn wished he wasn’t a sucker to Bret’s loving eyes because he would’ve saved himself of the fright that was coming later that night.

Shawn nodded, cheeks reddening as he remembered they weren’t alone, Owen and Oje watching from the backseat as if they were watching a movie.

-

Bret and Shawn walked hand-in-hand, Shawn’s nerves slightly settling as Owen and Oje led the way to the line.

However, his relief was short-lived as he stood in line overhearing multiple conversations of how scary the trail was. That combined with the screamo rock music blasting in the background only made Shawn more anxious.

His fear worsened after moving to a spot in the line that allowed him to see the end of the trail, his eyes landing on various people as they left looking either terrified, drained, or like they’d worked up a sweat. And he could’ve sworn he’d seen one person crying.

Shawn turned around in Bret’s arms, the older man having been pressed against his back with a hold on his waist in comfort. Shawn looked up at him as he whispered, “Is it too late to go back?”

Bret said gently, “We’ve already paid for the tickets, Shawn.”

“Um, I’ll pay you back?”  

Bret couldn’t help but chuckle at Shawn, reassuring, “You’re going to be fine. Just stay next to me, ok?”

Right as Shawn was in the midst of calming down, an actor, one of many who’d been walking up and down the line, chose that moment to come up behind Shawn and scream loudly near his ear.

The blond jumped in Bret’s arms, shouting, “Ah, shit!”

He turned his head to see an actor dressed in a bloody Michael Myers costume before looking away to bury his face into Bret’s chest, deepening into his burrow after hearing laughter from those nearby.  

Owen said in a wheezy laugh, “You should’ve seen your face, Shawn!”

Bret gave his brother a look to shut him up before asking Shawn, “Are you ok?”

Shawn lifted his head, an embarrassed smile on his lips as he said, “That scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

“Still scary,” Shawn said as Bret helped guide him further up the moving line. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Bret.”

Owen said enthusiastically, “Well, you better get ready because it’s going to be way worse on the in-. Never mind,” Owen cowered at the glare Bret was throwing him.

After a few more minutes in the line, their group was led to a wooden hut where a worker went over the rules.

“Thank you for choosing Haunts of Horrors as your scare destination. There’s just a few rules to go over. As you go through the haunt, there’s to be no running, shoving, or pushing. This is to ensure that you do not harm yourselves or others as this haunted attraction is located in the woods.”

“Got that, Oje? No running,” Owen whispered to his son who nodded obediently.

The worker further explained, “Please do not touch the actors. That includes hitting, shoving, or spitting. You will be escorted out if done so. They will not touch you unless you paid for the Extra Horror experience.”

Shawn asked Bret in a hush, “We didn’t pay for that right?”

Bret interlaced they’re fingers as he whispered, “I wouldn’t put you through that.”

The worker ended, “You are to keep moving at all times to avoid holding up the groups behind you. Any questions?”

Oh, Shawn had plenty, but to save himself the embarrassment, he decided not to ask.

-

Shawn soon learned he should have taken heed to Owen’s warnings as nothing could’ve prepared him for the terrifying experience.

The haunt only lasted about fifteen minutes but felt like hours as Bret led their group through multiple scary scenarios – dark rooms, jump scares, flashing neon lights, monsters in scary masks, scary music blasting through the speakers.

Shawn kept a tight hold onto Bret’s arm barely having time to catch his breath as he made his way through the trail, screaming in terror at whatever came his way.

There were many times where Bret had to pull Shawn back to stop him from running, the blond tripping over his feet multiple times that night as they ventured through the dimly lit obstacle.

Although they were promised that the actors wouldn’t touch them, the scary figures got alarmingly close, the horrifying voices of the actors filling Shawn’s ears.

There were also times where Bret had to force Shawn to keep moving, the blond freezing in fear not wanting to move forward.

“Come on, baby. We’ve got to keep going,” Bret coaxed as the blond stooped to the ground screaming with his hands covering his ears after seeing a bloodied man revving a chainsaw.

Shawn allowed Bret to help him stand as he asked breathlessly, “It’s still not over?”

Hearing Shawn’s question, the bloodied man answered instead in a grizzly voice, “Your horrors will never be over!” He cackled before revving the chainsaw again.

Needless to say, that was enough to get the blond moving on his feet.

While Shawn struggled to make it through every room in one piece, Owen, Bret, and Oje were having the time of their lives.

Though they were also spooked, every scream ended with a hearty laugh. They would sometimes even taunt the actors, saying “That’s all you got?” or “That wasn’t even that scary. You gotta try harder than that!”

Shawn thought they were all insane, the blond telling them to stop before they made the monsters angry.

By the time they finished the trail, Shawn was a sweaty mess, breathing heavily, and looking as if he’d aged a few years. He was so grateful that it was over.

“That was awesome, daddy! I wanna go again,” Oje exclaimed. 

“Me, too, bud! Maybe we should-”

 “No!” Shawn gave a horrified shriek at the thought.

Owen went to take his son to the restroom while Bret and Shawn headed back to the car. Bret threw an arm over Shawn as the blond pouted and crossed his arms in defiance.

Upon reaching the vehicle, Bret placed Shawn between the car and himself, kissing the blond’s pout before asking, “Why the long face?”

Shawn moped, “You said it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It was! That was the most terrifying experience of my life and I never want to go through it again.”

Shawn meant for it to be lighthearted, but Bret truly worried that he’d ruined the blond’s night.

He asked doubtingly, “Did you at least have fun?”

Seeing Bret’s unsurety, Shawn sighed and smiled softly saying, “Yes, you crazy man.”

Maybe ‘fun’ was a bit of a stretch, but regardless of how scared he was, Shawn enjoyed having Bret by his side. Shawn would’ve understood if the man got frustrated with him at some point with his behavior throughout the night, but Bret remained calm and was so sweet to him.

If anything, the scary experience only made them closer.

“Really,” Bret asked, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhmm,” Shawn said, unfolding his arms to wrap them around Bret’s neck. “It was scary, but I wouldn’t have wanted to go through it with anyone else. I love you.”

It came unexpectedly, but Bret was quick to respond, whispering back his own ‘I love you’ before pulling the man into a lasting kiss, neither caring who was watching.

The kiss was only broken when the couple heard Owen say as he approached, “Ew, get a room!”

And they did, the couple heading back to Bret’s house to kiss and cuddle all night trying to forget about the Haunts of Horrors.

#divider cr: @saradika #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #bretshawn #wwe fanfiction #wwf #alternate universe

[sleepy-achilles]

Aba! Taker drunk and horny for Shawn. Tell me this isn’t a perfect scenario (especially for Shawn)

I'm just saying, if yall are looking for smut I am not the man. I promise I'm practicing writing it but it's not there yet. But I can do this.

Edit- I started writing this around 9ish. It's currently 1am. I completely lost track of what the original ask is and I'm sorry for that. Not even finished yet either.

Hbtaker- Gin & Lust

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The hotel bar was filled with wrestlers, old and young, new and returning. Goldust was actually quite comfortable with it. It was nice to see the youngsters finally relaxed. It was also nice to see people getting along. Goldust was thinking of invited so-

"Has he always been so fucking hot?" Takers voice cuts through his thoughts. Goldust chokes on his drink and kane stares at his brother in confusion. Goldust slowly looks at the man. He knows takers latest changes brought the man some trouble, one of them basically him going through puberty again. The man was human. He can get drunk, not fuck for hours, you know, real human limitations.

Shawn nibbles on his bottom lip. He's been trying to cut back on biting his nails, so he developed another bad habit. "You good?" Kevin asks quietly. "If its the drink we can leave-" "no. Is um..is taker still looking?" Shawn asks quietly. Kevin looks, making it look like he's scanning the whole room to avoid questions. "Yeah, why is it making you uncomfortable?" Kevin asks going to move. Shawn grabs his wrist causing Kevin to look at him. That's when he sees the blush. "Oh.." Kevin mutters. He suddenly smiles. "You still have a crush on the deadman, i get it" Kevin chuckles. "Kevin!" Shawn protests turning his face away. "Awe the boy toy is all shy" Kevin teases. "Whats going on?" Scott asks as he walks over. "Takers practically eye fucking Shawn and shawn likes it" Kevin explains in a sing-song voice. Scott chuckles as shawn hits kevins arm. "Just go over to him" Scott tells him. "Its not that easy. He's with goldust." Shawn whispers. Scott looks at kevin confused. "He told goldust he's gone straight." Kevin explains. "Eh goldust would be jealous, but he'd definitely understand" Scott shrugs.

Goldust then looks towards where the man is looking. "I know your experiencing a lot right now but you better not be on about ric fucking flair" goldust practically gags. Kane winces. "Fuck no, him" Taker snaps. Goldust and kane watch as ric moves to reveal Shawn, smiling bright and wide. "Oh Shawn?" Goldust asks. "Please he's always been hot" goldust huffs. Kane grunts in agreement causing taker to glance at him. "But any chance you had of having a one night stand or picking him up for a quick fuck died with his demons after wrestlemania 12" goldust tells him. "How do you know?" Taker asks. "Because I tried hooking up with him when he came back and he, very politely may I add, told me he's not like that anymore" goldust tells him. Taker tilts his head slightly and watches Shawn. "I reckon I could." Taker mutters. "Who listens to goldust anymore? What do I know?" Goldust huffs leaning back.

Taker takes in the sight of tan skin peaking out from his unbuttoned shirt, those killer black jeans hugging his ass perfectly and whilst part of taker wished Shawn had his long golden locks still, he still found the short hair attractive. He could definitely still pull at it or just hold it.

"Will you just go over to him, I can't deal with this anymore" goldust groans into his hands. "You said he's not like that anymore" Taker shrugs before sipping his beer. "Yes but maybe he'd like to know the 100 different ways you'd fuck him over vinces desk, because I know your brother doesn't and right now? I do not" goldust snaps. Taker chuckles deeply. "I don't even think I have too" Taker states. Goldust looks up as Scott and Kevin have shoved shawn between them and began walking over, clearly mid conversation. "Hey guys" Kevin smiled squeezing shawns shoulder. "Whats up?" Goldust asks. "Nothin much, just didn't want to leave shawn on his own, I've gotta head to the bar and Scotts gotta rescue kid from whatever trouble he's got into" Kevin explains. "Wanna help kane?" Scott asks knowing the little relationship between the two. Kane nods and stands. "Well I want another drink, I'll come with you" goldust states as Scott and kane walk off. "Sure thing" Kevin nods as goldust stands. "Get me another" Taker yawns. "I think you've had enough" goldust scolds. "You know another thing I could do?" Taker smirks. "Samething again? Yeah? Perfect, be back soon. Cmon kevin, I need a gin and tonic." goldust rushes away dragging Kevin behind him.

Shawn stands infront of taker, completely confused. "So, you glad to be back?" Taker asks, resting his bottle against his inner thigh. Shawn doesn't stop his gaze moving to takers spread legs. "Dont make small talk, we both know that's not what your thinking." Shawn tells him. Taker chuckles. "Doesn't mean I don't care how you feel" Taker shrugs. "Goldust told you what I said and now what? Your trying to trick me into some kind of false commitment so you can get your dick wet?" Shawn asks crossing his arms.

Taker hums as he examines Shawn. "So fiesty still. Mm no baby boy, I would not let you go, infact I used to get so angry at the thought of others, especially hart, having their hands over you when I couldn't." Taker informs him. Shawn stares at him. Taker chuckles slightly. "What were you and goldust talking about?" Shawn asks crossing his arms. "The different ways I'd fuck you over vinces desk" Taker answers as if it's a pretty normal thing to say. Shawn bites his lower lip as his face heats up. "Yeah?" Shawn asks quietly. "Yeah..you like the idea of that?" Taker asks tilting his head to the side.

Shawn can't lie. He does. Shawn tilts his head back to chuckle. "Oh what am I doing?" Shawn asks himself bringing his hands up to his face. Taker smirks and raises his hand to shawns hip. Shawn looks at taker. "Tell me you feel nothing for me boy toy and ill drop it" Taker murmurs. Shawn places his hand on takers. "I'd be stupid to say that" Shawn admits. He glances at the beer in takers hand. Then thinks back to goldust telling him he's had enough. "Fuck" Shawn whispers pulling back. Taker stares at him confused. "What? What's wrong?" Taker asks. "Your drunk. This doesn't even matter. I'm so stupid" Shawn whispers holding his head. Taker places the bottle on kanes chair, moving and grabbing shawns hips and pulling him into his lap.

Shawn pouts at the man. "Taker.." "You started training with Jose at age 19. You and marty started wrestling in AWA at 20. Shall I go on?" Taker asks. Shawn stares at him dumbfounded. "You-" taker gets cut off by a kiss from the boy toy. "I get it. I understand" Shawn whispers after pulling back. Taker smirks, moving his hands too shawns back. Shawn feels sudden nerves. Its been atleast five years since he got laid, he has the right to be nervous especially when big evil, the undertaker, has his hands on him.

"Beautiful" Taker mutters pulling Shawn closer. Shawn knows he probably bright red, he can feel his skin heating. Taker leans down and places a kiss on shawns neck. Shawn bites his lip and tilts his head slightly as the bigger man kisses down his neck, nibbling slightly. "T-taker" he sighs. "Mmm, you staying with Kevin?" Taker asks moving his hand to the back of shawns jeans. "Yeah" Shawn whispers leaning back into the bigger man's touch. "Good thing my rooms free." Taker mutters. Shawn let's out a huff as he opens his eyes. "If we make it that far" Shawn tells him. "You have a point...might just have you in the elevator..or right here" Taker smirks looking down at the blonde.

Shawn gasps and pulls back. "Taker! The others will be back-" "oh please, they ain't coming back anytime soon at all baby boy" Taker chuckles. Shawn melts. "Fuck" he whispers. Takers eyes are soft with a sharp hint of lust in them as shawn stares into them. "Been that long huh baby?" Taker asks softly. Shawn just nods and moves closer. Shawn raises himself slightly, pressing his body against takers and cupping takers head in his hands, tilting the bigger man's head back. Taker, buzzed off alcohol and lust and no longer giving a shit, slips one hand up the back of shawns shirt and one down to grope his behind.

A little sigh leaves shawns lips as the big warm hand scratches at his back. "I've dreamt about this day" Shawn admits quietly as he pushes strands of orange hair back. "Mmm" Taker hums as he kisses shawns sternum. Shawn brings a hand up to his mouth the moment taker bites the tan skin. Taker smirks as he feels the muffled moan from the blonde. Shawn moves his free hand to the base of takers skull, his fingers brushing the short hairs as he clenches them. "Bet I could take you right here. Issue is we'd get caught wouldn't we? Wouldn't be able to keep the noise down" Taker starts again. Shawn looks down at him as Taker lifts his head. "Taker" he whines as he drops his hand. Taker smirks, moving his hand down shawns back, brushing over his spine. "What? You like the idea of that? Or is that embarrassing? The idea your friends could walk over and see you like that. The idea that anyone we work with can come back over and see you like that" Taker teases, loving the look of blush on shawns face.

He slips his hand into the back of shawns jeans, he doesn't touch or anything, just rests his hand there. Shawn looks at him with a pout. "Goldust told me you were horny like a teenager. Didn't think that'd make you a massive tease" shawn complains, dropping his head down to rest his against takers. Taker let's out a deep chuckle and adjusts his arms to wrap around the leaner body, giving it a slightly squeeze. "Well, when you've got the boy toy too yourself, it'd be foolish to not rile him up a little" Taker smirks. "Meanie" Shawn mutters moving his face to takers neck, letting his body relax in the bigger man's arms.

Taker glances over shawns shoulder and smirks. Flair had clearly came back to find Shawn and is not impressed by what he sees. Taker doesn't like the look in the mans eyes but instead of saying something he chooses to glare at him. What idiot would move when Shawn michaels is kissing and biting at your neck?

"What floor are you on?" Shawn asks quietly as he nuzzles takers neck. Taker let's out a small sigh. "Third floor" taker answers. "Mmm" Shawn hums before kissing takers neck again. Taker leans back causing the blonde to stop, he adjusts his hold on the mans behind and squeezes. "We should head out. I need to taste you. I need to hear you screaming my name" taker growls. Shawn let's out a breathless chuckle. "Ye-yeah we should" Shawn nods. Taker smirks and pulls Shawn into another kiss. "You gonna walk boy toy or shall I show you how strong I really am?" Taker smirks. "With the amount you've drank? I don't think I'll take the risk" Shawn jokes. Taker rolls his eyes. "Goldust is dramatic. Whatever I did drank has worn off by now." Taker states. "Its the lust drunk instead." Shawn states.

"Your officially goldusts favourite drink" Shawn teases. "Oh yeah?" Taker asks moving his hands to grasp shawns bare hips. "Gin and lust" Shawn smirks. Taker shakes his head. "We need to get going now before I leave you here" Taker lies. "You wouldn't. Not with how hard you were eye fucking me earlier." Shawn scoffs. "Wait till you feel how hard I'll be actually fucking you" Taker smirks. Shawn shakes his head and stands. "And I'm the cringey one? Cmon big guy" Shawn chuckles holding his hand out.

Shawn smiles as the bigger hand slots against his. The bigger fingers wrap around his wrist. "Yeah it's definitely the booze. And the horniness" Taker chuckles. "Well I can atleast solve one of those" Shawn states. "You sure can" Taker smirks slapping shawns ass. Shawn raises an eyebrow at him before pulling him towards the door.

"Finally" Kevin huffs before sipping his beer. "We all knew it'd happen. Just wish it didn't take nearly 7 years for it to happen" goldust scoffs. "Please say they aren't shacking up in our room" Scott groans as a drunk kid leans against him. "What floor is your room?" Goldust asks. "Fifth" "Nah your good, takers room is on the third floor." Goldust states. Kane nods at goldust. The group sit in silence for a bit "Do you still share with taker?" Kevin asks. Kanes eyes widen and he groans, tipping his head back. "Got space in my room buddy." Goldust tells the poor guy. Kane muffles a thanks. "Bet he never shared that info with shawn" Kevin chuckles. "Cute and all, but can we all remember the look on flairs face? That shit was hilarious! I can only imagine what sin he witnessed to have him clutching his perals like that!" Scott laughs. The group all break out into laughter.

The whole situation was stupid. Two men who couldn't admit their feelings, traumatised friends and scarred homophobes.

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NOTES

It's nearly 2am. Why this took me so long? I don't know. Is it on target? I don't know. I'm sorry if this isn't what you pictured. I got distracted and went with it. Feel free to just straight up tell me you pictured something else and I'll gladly rewrite it. (Well write another one. No I have not proof read this. Fight me)

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #kevin nash #scott hall #kane #goldust #ric flair #fuck him. this isnt ric friendly #sean waltman

[queenofcats17]

I got a request from a user called Roman on AO3 for Allison, Joey, and Henry being high on ink fumes and stuck in the same room. They suggested a storage room with lots of old merchandise and broomsticks and mops.

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It had been a quiet day for Tom. Which of course meant that something was about to go wrong. He knew he’d be accused of being paranoid, but he’d come to distrust peace when it came to Joey Drew Studios. When things were quiet like this, it almost always meant some sort of Hell was about to break loose.

It didn’t take too long for his suspicions to be proved correct.

As he was headed down to the Heavenly Toys level to make sure the pipe near Shawn’s office hadn’t blown again, he literally ran into Wally, who was running out of the area. Wally stumbled back, landing on his butt.

Tom knew instantly that shenanigans were about to ensue. “What happened?” He asked, trying not to sigh.

“Huh?” Wally looked up. “Oh! Tom! Thank God you’re here! Miss Pendle, Mr. Drew, and Mr. Stein are tripping in the warehouse storage room.”

At this, Tom did let out a long exhale through his nose. “Of course they are.”

“They got drenched in the Boris railway area and then it kinda...escalated, y’know?” Wally got back to his feet, fidgeting a bit. “I just about to fix the pipe, I swear. It burst before I could get to it.”

“I’m not going to blame you, Franks, don’t worry,” Tom assured him. “I know it wasn’t your fault. That ink’s got a mind of its own.”

Wally visibly relaxed at this. “I know, right? Sometimes I feel like it’s alive or somethin’.” He fell into step beside Tom as the mechanic began to powerwalk toward the Bendyland level.

“At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was right.”

There was a small crowd assembled outside the attraction storage area when the two of them arrived, as there usually was when someone started tripping. Lacie and Bertrum were keeping the crowd back thankfully, so there was less of a chance of someone getting hurt.

“Ah, Mr. Connor!” Bertrum boomed upon spotting Tom and Wally making their way over. “Have you come to assist?”

“I’m not sure how much help I can be, but yeah, pretty much.” Tom nodded, setting down his toolbox.

“Pendle and Stein will listen to you at least,” Lacie said. “Which is more than they’ll do with us.”

“Fair point.” Tom took a moment to steel himself before heading inside.

He walked into a very strange scene indeed. On one side of the room were Allison and Henry, both wielding mops like swords. On the other side of the room was Joey, crouched in a position that was absolutely going to give him back pain later. Joey was growling, or attempting to. It wasn’t working. There were knocked-over boxes all over the room and a few snapped brooms and trampled plushes.

Tom had to stifle the urge to sigh again. He didn’t get paid enough to deal with this nonsense.

All three of the room’s inhabitants turned toward him upon his entrance.

“Tom, you need to get out of here!” Allison yelled. “It’s not safe!”

Tom looked over at the crouched and comical form of Joey Drew, who was still attempting to growl. This led to a coughing fit before Joey tried again, with similar results. It just kept going.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Tom said.

“He’ll unmake you!” Henry said, looking just as panicked as Allison.

“I’ll be fine,” Tom assured him.

As he walked further in, he heard a sound he had very much been hoping he wouldn’t hear. The sound of the shutter slamming closed. And, judging from the other clattering sounds he heard, it wasn’t the only one.

“What’s going on?” Tom asked, turning back to the shutter.

“We aren’t sure!” Bertrum’s voice carried surprisingly well through the metal. “Do not worry, Mr. Connor, we’ll find a way to get you all out!”

So, they were going to be there a bit. Great.

Tom turned back to the other three inhabitants of the room. Joey had begun advancing on Allison and Henry, who were moving back in fear. 

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Tom scolded, picking up a broom and gently whacking Joey.

Joey hissed and scrambled back.

“Tom! That was amazing!” Allison exclaimed. “You beat back the Ink Demon!”

“It was pretty incredible,” Henry agreed.

Tom felt his cheeks begin to grow warm and awkwardly cleared his throat. “It wasn’t that impressive,” he mumbled.

“It was!” Allison insisted.

Seemingly sensing an opportunity, Joey tried to pounce once more, only to again get whacked with the broom.

“Stop doing that,” Tom said flatly.

Joey gave a halfhearted hiss, retreating to crouch in front of the crates.

It took longer than Tom would have liked for them to be released from the storage room. Thankfully, Joey didn’t try to “attack” again, but Allison did attempt to scratch Tom behind the ears and call him a good boy. Tom...actually enjoyed it, which he found a little embarrassing. He just hoped Henry and Joey wouldn’t remember this later or hold it over his head.

He was sprawled out in Allison’s lap when the shutters were raised, letting her rub his head. Henry was throwing plushes at Joey, then yelling and scrambling back when Joey hissed or growled at him for it.

Tom was so startled he almost fell onto the ground but quickly tried to right himself.

“Having fun there, Connor?” Lacie asked with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Tom grumbled, hoping his face wasn’t as red as he thought it was. He turned back to Allison and Henry. “We should get you all to the infirmary now.”

“What about...him?” Henry asked in a hushed tone, pointing to Joey.

“I’ll handle him,” Tom replied.

Getting Joey to the infirmary was...easier said than done.

It took both Bertrum and Tom to manage to wrestle him out of the room and into the elevator. Once in the infirmary, he had to be essentially blanket burritoed until he was normal again. He ended up falling asleep like that and was incredibly embarrassed when he woke up.

Allison was a bit embarrassed as well, even though Tom assured her she didn’t do anything embarrassing.

Henry, as usual, was unfazed by the situation and immediately attempted to go right back to work. He had to be blanket burritoed as well to force him to take a break.

#bendy and the ink machine #fanfiction #ink fumes au #allison pendle #joey drew #henry stein #thomas connor #wally franks #lacie benton #bertrum piedmont

[sicsidsimp666]

The End, So Far Album Review

Hello. It's Toad. And this post is all about the new album that Slipknot put out and my thoughts live time while listening to it. This means that they are unfiltered. That being said please understand that I am thankful they shared their art with us yet again, and a review is merely my own opinion of how the music made me feel and my experience while listening to it. 

It's not an argumentative point nor do I wish to have a Socratic seminar on the internet. Spoiler Toad’s real personality is not Ben Shapiro so I don't really enjoy having frivolous little scuffles with people who I am largely unacquainted with. I’m not sure I made a gain in life anytime that I engaged in an argument on the internet. 

However, I love sharing knowledge with others and conversing (and for those of you who don't know arguing and conversing/learning new views are not the same thing!!!). Okay now that I've attracted people who like to fight bahaha let's get on to the review :)

Adderall: (4/10)

Reminds me of a musical

Acid trip influenced?

I feel like I'm slightly in the 70s

Overall eh and seems out of place, but new styles are always a great idea

The Dying Song: (9/10)

Already knew this one was a banger

Angry. I am in love.

Great message

Still can't be early Slipknot tho, but that's okay that's why the other albums are recorded and can be listened to at any time. They don't need to be the same to still be Slipknot.

The Chapeltown Rag: (10/10)

God damn I love this song

Make hyper brain feel very happy

Message is also good

Sid doing work? Okayyyyy!

The fucking breakdown at 1:37 ughhh 😩 Yummy.

Corey's deep voice power here is really showcased 👀

Yen: (8/10)

Like the spooky/eerie video and vibes

The guitar goes hard

We love to see Rat's solo!

Corey's voice really be horny hours

Chorus is a banger

Overall song is good, a little repetitive is all.

Hive Mind: (8/10)

Very much so like the spooky start. I feel like a terminator invader alien

Okayyyy go get it Jim, Mick, and Alessandro!

We can hear Clown and his shiny keg. We love.

Jay's getting a workout, too

Alien sounds are banging

Love the energy and anger of the song. Reminiscent of young Slipknot.

Warranty: (4/10)

Okay right away has me pumped

We are still in a spaceship

Hmmm not really vibing with this one. Seems a little slapped together.

I feel meh. It didn't really capture my attention.

Medicine for the Dead: (3/10)

I'm in a Scooby-Doo episode where it is set in a swamp and there is something swimming in the water.

The tempo is nice and feels powerful and is very methodical.

Song really made me realize how Corey's singing style has changed and grown

I don't know if I like the up and down/soft and heavy style :/

Acidic: (2/10)

I can see Shawn put his ✨artiste✨ mind to work here with all the intros

Feels very sinister in the opening

God damnit Corey keeps normally singing and I wanna just hear anger 😂 but still at least it is new and fresh

The guitar solo tho. Who's getting their dick sucked??? 👀👀👀

Ending was sort of strange and gave 70's vibes again

Overall not a fan of the new style here.

Heirloom (1/10)

Okay Sid go off I guess

Corey if you don't start screaming so help me God. Good on you tho for calming down in life 😂

I just. Everyone else is amazing. Really upped their skill set. Corey. You are on thin ice [please know that toad understands how amazing Corey's skill set is, this comment is made in jest. Please relax].

Did they accidentally put a stone sour song on the Slipknot album? 😂 @in-death-we-fall @custer-mp3

H377: (9/10)

I'm not getting my hopes up even tho the intro is dope

Finally we have remembered our roots as a nu-metal band

Tempo? Chef's kiss! 🤌🏻

Can't wait to go off like a crack squirrel when this comes on

Corey could sound a little more. Like. Angry? I don't know, just not like Corey quite yet.

Great guitar work again

Amazing

De Sade: (4/10)

Great seamless carry-over into the next song.

Nice Jay spotlight for a little

Whatever Corey repeats is um. Interesting? Hahaha

We pick up tempo and energy in the middle

Lots of high-pitched guitar which isn't bad, just something newer

Very nice base playing ♥️

The drawn out guitar after "why" is smexy

The "stab stab stab" in the background of the end guitar solo was lowkey funny and made me think of: who let Sid in the recording booth lmao

Overall just meh towards it, not bad tho.

Finale: (5/10)

Okay so we got like a melody violin and piano fairy in a cave thing going on?

Building up slowly

I like the layers of the chorus

Monkeys "oooohahahaha" very uhhh unique?

Guitar and base at like ≈3:00 is nice

We got some opera.

Song seemed to have the tone of coming to an acceptance that wasn’t necessarily wanted. 

Melancholy?? 

It was a great statement piece. Not my style. 

Overall: (6/10)

Great they still put out music. 

Trying new styles is great, dont want it to be stale they just didn’t vibe with me which is fine

For me 50/50 love/hate the songs. 

Separate from Sone Sour for the most part, but definitely the most mixed that Slipknot has been with them and their style. 

Probably my least favorite album. 

Will continue to listen to it and see if it grows on me more. I initially didn’t like WANYK also so things tend to grow better on me over time. 

#Slipknot #The End So Far #album review #Toad Review #sid wilson #jay weinberg #alessandro venturella #tortilla man #Jim Root #Craig Jones #shawn crahan #Mick Thomson #Corey Taylor #0 #4 #5 #6 #7 #8

[bucktommys]

1-5?

hi hi lovely jess!! <3

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

you know i have never actually had dunkin donuts before so i must say i am impartial to starbucks in this case! Also 2 of my friends work there and i get discounts so #holla

What's one thing that's stereotypical about you?

i am english and i do admittedly drink a lot of tea.

Play any instruments?

i do! i play guitar and like 2 songs on piano. Also i was in a band in high school and i was the drummer but by drummer i mean i was on the bongos and we did pop covers. So if you are ever listening to stitches by shawn mendes and think it’s missing something you are correct and what it is missing is bongos (though rest assured i Did shred)

A show everyone criticizes that you like

i mean i feel like it's become camp now but pretty little liars is SO much fun people who don't like pll are people who just don't like seeing women succeed its true. also i don’t know if people criticise it but selling sunset my bestie my beloved <3 so trash and so much fun. (but christine’s leaving so like is there even any point in s6 amirite)

A music artist everyone criticizes that you like

oooo you know i don’t actually know, i feel like my music taste is fairly uninflammatory. i know taylor swift attracts a fair amount of criticism but she is my no1 so maybe her!

ask games!

#lesbiandiaz #ask

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

If you don’t become overwhelmed with requests, can you write for Shawn where he meets the reader for the first time and there’s a wild instant connection and attraction? I just want the stuff of fairytales. I would love something that makes me sigh and melt into giddiness. 😍 Thanks for considering my request. ☺️

Written for Graduation Blurb Weekend. Going until May 8th. 

Female Reader Insert. One mention of skin tone--brown. If you want an alternate gender, or no gender, please let me know and I’ll get right on it for you!

Red Carpet Romance

____________

The red carpet’s definitely a little bit smaller now. Shawn’s not even sure if that statement is accurate at all or not. But all he can do is keep watching the swish of the bright pink pants as they glide across the room. He sees every directional change. He watches from the corner of his eyes to see if the color is moving closer or farther away. It is always further away it seems. He listens for the sound of her voice above everyone else and watches the way her smile lights up her whole face. She stands at full attention across from the person holding the microphone. Her head nods signal that she is listening deeply and intently. It’s almost as if nothing else in the space matters to her, except for the person interviewing her. 

Shawn is sure, if he were to get close enough, that the feeling would be proven correct. 

He wants to get close. He can feel it buzzing in his fingertips, but there’s the decorum. There’s the song and dance of his own interviews and own progression down the red carpet. Shawn waits and he’s waiting for an opening, when he can walk over to her, when he can introduce himself. Her hair settles on the top of her head, in curls and waves. Long pearl earrings dazzle in the flash of the cameras. 

“Who are you wearing tonight? Let’s have a good look at this fit.” 

Shawn turns to the voice and gives a laugh. “The biggest question tonight, right?”

The interview nods, a smile breaking over their face. “We all want to know!”

He tries to answer about the designer and the intended vision. He tries to smile into the camera and talk about the golden studs in the coat jacket. He tries to talk through his jewelry selection. He tries to talk about the boots. But he is always watching out of the corner of his eye for her. 

Once Shawn thinks he can get free from that interview, he can slip inside and find her. But he gets stopped again. They gush about his music, the new singles. Shawn can’t say no. He’d never do it. But even as he talks and thanks them for listening, he can tell he’s distracted. A glimpse of her goes by, the pants swishing--or at least, he assumes they are--and he tries to keep an eye on the direction, but he has to turn his attention back to the person at hand. 

When he looks up from the conversation, she’s gone. He figured it would happen. So Shawn steps through the doors and surveys the room. He wishes he’d actually seen her top. He saw the pants, he saw her face, but he hardly had time to catch the rest. As the room sways around him, the motion of people moving up and down the length of it, Shawn shuffles through. If he does not go willingly the current of the room will take him prisoner. 

Behind him, Shawn catches the way his friends are gushing at all the other celebrities walking around. He catches up with them and together they form a strong enough pact to resist some currents in the room. They make their way to the drink table and the whole walk over is Shawn craning his neck to see those long pearl earrings. 

“You look like you’re looking for someone?” The jest comes with a few bouts of laughter, but Shawn doesn’t even care if he’s friends are ragging on him. 

He does want to find her. He is looking for someone. “She’s wearing these wide legged pink pants and has pearl earrings.” He gestures near his own ear to mimic the way they bounced and swayed with her walk. 

“My guy, this room is so fucking crowded. You want me to spot pants and earrings.”

“Her hair is up,” he motions while spinning in a small circle to see if she’s anywhere in sight. But the lights are much too dim inside. “I could kick myself,” he mutters mostly to himself. 

“Here, take this. I’m sure she’ll show up eventually.’” Shawn spots the flute in his peripheral vision and takes it. He hopes his friends are right. 

The night starts to carry itself. Between the laughs, the photos, the drinks, Shawn lets himself all into the haze and disappointment that she’s just gone. That he spotted her too late, that he got stopped too many times for the universe to give him anything close to another shot. And it’s almost easy to forget her until someone’s flash goes off. Until the red dots in his vision circle for a moment and he swears he can see those bright pink pants again. 

“Oh my god, I was just talking the other day about that. I’d so love to get away soon,” Shawn laughs. It feels a little fake and a little forced and it’s mostly him trying to keep a level head, trying to work back against the creeping alcohol. 

The conversation diverts itself, someone complimenting someone else’s shoes and Shawn brings his gaze up. Passing by right behind his group of friends is hear. The pearl earrings swaying with her gait. “I gotta,” Shawn starts, trying to tap one of his buddies to get their attention.

 When they don’t turn, Shawn glances back up and spots her heading towards the food table. “Fuck it,” Shawn mutters to himself and he steps away from the group and makes a straight line for her. 

Here, as he closing in, Shawn takes in the bright pink, the way it accentuates her hips. And he follows the lines up to notice a soft green top, well fitted around her waist with white accents in the design. He thinks the pearls are maybe meant to mimic those accents. Closer than he’s ever been, Shawn starts to worry: what exactly is he going to say? How does it actually grab her attention? She seemed to be a woman happy to engage almost anyone, but he didn’t want to make a bland first impression. 

He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t. He’d actually die if somehow all he did was just say ‘Hi’ or give her a compliment on her attire--it would all be bland. And as her skin dazzles even in the terrible lighting, he knows she is not a woman of anything bland. 

His boots click against the tile and the sound causes her to look up to and to her right, directly up at Shawn. Her smile is brick. Her glossed lips pulling back into a smile and somehow, even the white of her teeth against her brown skin, causes his heart to flutter. “Hi,” she says softly. 

“Hi,” Shawn returns. Her smile makes a smile on his own face appear. He gives an awkward wave and her gaze is steady. The moment falls, hanging between them now and heading for the tile floors of the hall. Shawn clears his throat. “Would you recommend anything?”

She laughs. “Have you been spying on the amount of laps I’ve taken around the room just to get back to this table?”

“No, no,” Shawn rushes out. “It’s my first time here. You looked--well, I don’t know. God, I’m totally fucking this whole thing up. I’m so sorry.”

Her laughter twinkles out again and she steps forward, hand resting gently on Shawn’s forearm, the one holding the champagne flute still. “I am only kidding. But if you are hungry, please go for the blueberry cupcakes. They are absolutely to die for. And oh! If you want something hardy, skip the cucumber finger sandwiches. There are some tapas that are utterly mouth watering. Are you allergic to seafood by chance? They are crab and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Shawn knows he should be paying attention to the words, and he is, but only partially. Her eyes drip with so much genuine concern and she’s closer now, a few inches away that he can smell her perfume. It’s a little heavy--like it might be a sandalwood base--but the top notes are vanilla, and warm. Everything about her is inviting him in. 

“No,” Shawn finally replies. “I’m not allergic.”

“Oh good,” her hand taps his forearm. She carries on, pointing over the table. “There are some really great meatballs too. And I think those are lemon bars. I’ve yet to try them yet, but they are next on my plate.” She laughs and holds her current arrangement out for Shawn to see. 

But all he’s focusing in on is the manicured nails, a soft neutral color with white, green, and pink designs. One her ring fingernail a couple small pearls sit. Shawn laughs, too, at the plate and finds himself sliding in closer to catch all her quips about the food she has tried. At some point, he’s not sure when, he swaps hands for the flute and his left arm snakes around her waist. She doesn’t waver, just sinks back into him, her back resting ever so gently into his bicep. 

“Oh goodness, I’m probably talking your ear off about all this food. Do tell me if you try something new if it’s any good. I know it’s poor taste, but I judge events on the food they serve,” she whispers. 

His gives another tuft of laughter, softer now than before as he watches one earring sway just a little. “I don’t think anyone would be upset by that. Least of all me. How are you making tonight? What’s your judgment?”

“So far, the food’s been pretty good. So I don’t think I’m too harsh a critic. What about you? How’s your night been?” She asks the question and does a turn, one leg resting into the table. Her waist has left the cradle of Shawn’s arm, but she stays in close, as if the two of them were sharing secrets. 

Maybe they are. 

She watches now, as her gaze remains on him, even though she does reach down for the supposed lemon bar. Shawn casts his gaze back up to her face. “Better now that I’ve managed to snag a moment with you.”

“Me?” she questions. “You cannot tell me in a room full of people like this, you have been waiting for me.”

“But I have. I saw you on the red carpet and I so desperately wanted to talk to you. Then I lost you--hazard of the job when you have to interview.”

“Oh,” she says, gaze finally casting down for the first time since she’s started to talk to him. 

“Please forgive me, if I crossed a line.”

“No, you didn’t.” She says it softly, finally looking back up to Shawn. “I was sure that I was just making things up. When I noticed you staring, I was sure it was just all in my head.”

Shawn shakes his head no. “Why would you think it’s all in your head?”

“You are you, Shawn. The Shawn Mendes, but no extra e, because you are not Megan Thee Stallion.” They both snicker. “But I always assume that people are interested in others.”

“You shouldn’t think that about yourself. You’re stunning. Do you see anyone else here in pink and green?” Shawn waves a hand to the crowd, the sea of folks around them. “And I’m sure if any of them tried, they’d fail to wear it as beautifully as you do.”

For the first time tonight, Shawn sees her speechless. She inhales sharply and tries to cover it by clearing her throat. But he caught it. He caught the way her chest lifted beneath the bodice of the green top and held in that position for a second too long. As if all her breath had somehow gotten caught. 

“Thank you.” It’s all she says for a moment, maybe two. Their gazes are locked and the room’s smaller now. It doesn’t matter where they are. It doesn’t matter who is around. All that matters is the other. 

“Would you spend the night with me?” It’s forward sounding Shawn knows. So he continues on, “I mean, here, of course. I don’t think I can go through the rest of the night without updates on if this whole thing is even worth it in the future if the food’s not good. And I’d like to chat more.”

“Chat?” she snickers. 

“You’re easy to talk to,” Shawn counters. So fucking easy to talk to, he thinks. “Like I’m sure if I asked, you’d tell me your most embarrassing story as a kid. Or if I wanted to know why pink and green, you’d answer that too.”

“For my mother,” she returns. “The pink and green is for my mother.”

“See.”

“I’d ask why black, but I fear the answer,” she jokes. “Either it’s some deeply philosophical choice or your stylist recommended it.”

“Hey, alright! My stylist is a great woman. I think I’m just…worried. But that’s neither here nor there.”

“Worried about what?”

It’s the right question and Shawn exhales deeply. He was right. She did pay attention. She did see and though, Shawn didn’t want her too, she had. “I’ve had a hard time coming into my own, I guess. So many speculate about things that I wish they wouldn’t. Black just feels more masculine.”

She nods, stepping just a hair closer. “So no Shawn Mendes in a pink suit anytime soon?”

“Only if you wear green next to me.”

She laughs, falling into Shawn just a little. Both melt into the tender touch. Shawns laughter gets interrupted by his own choked inhale at how her nails trail over my stomach lightly. “I think, should it need to be arranged, it can be.”

“I love the sound of that.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes x reader insert #shawn mendes x female reader #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fluff #h writes #h's graduation celebration blurb weekend

[buckyownsmylife]

Walk Away - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom is your mentor and really shouldn’t feel this attracted to you.

Warnings: smut, age gap, famous!reader, mentor!Tom Hardy, breeding kink, risky sex, tiny insinuation of a size kink, (blink and you’ll miss), mention of a panic attack with barely any descriptions of it

Word count: 3k>

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Tom.” I stopped rubbing the sleep off my eyes the second my name fell from her lips. I didn’t need her to identify herself - I didn’t need to check the caller’s ID. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, regardless of just how groggy I was. But the tone in which she said my name, the tired, dead feeling shining through it, was what really startled me awake. “Tom, I need you.”

The desperation in her voice scared me, and I was out of bed before I could even realize what I was doing. “You’re home?” I confirmed, waiting only for the expected answer while I looked for my keys. “I’ll be there in five. Hang on tight.”

The night was cold, but I don’t think I would have noticed it if it wasn’t for the chill that had me freezing from the inside. I didn’t even consider changing out of my sleepwear - sweatpants and a loose shirt - mostly because I didn’t want to waste time on something so trivial, especially since it wasn’t that different from what I’d normally wear around her.

I’d known her for over four years now. I’d never witnessed this level of distress on her. In fact, she was never anything short of enthusiastic and happy, a bubble of sunshine that managed to energize everyone around her. For her to be this way, something big had to have happened, and it pained me to imagine just what could have been. 

It pained me to imagine her suffering, and not being there to help. So I stepped on the pedal, driving madly, knowing my own heartbeat would only get back to a regular pace once I had her in my arms again, could smell her perfume as I buried my face in her hair.

She wasn’t by the door when I got to her house, so I let myself in with the extra key that I had, noticing all the lights were off. There was only one place she could be. 

My feet took me there without even having to think about it, like there was some sort of instinctive calling from her body to mine. When I got to her bedroom, a dim light showed just how effective that connection was, as I pushed in to find her laying on her bed, waiting for me.

“What happened?” She sat up when I pushed the door open, quietly closing it behind me, and for a second there was no reaction as she took in my presence, like she needed time to realize I really was there. But then her eyes glistened, denouncing a flow of tears, and she just shook her head, as if asking me to contain my curiosity for just a bit.

“Can you just hug me?” She asked, and I felt my heart squeeze at the realization of just how unaware she was of my feelings for her. I’d do anything, anything for the woman in front of me. A hug was nothing, and I ached to have her in my arms anyway.

I sat by her side and immediately, she was on me, climbing on my lap until she could hide her face on the crook of my neck, and I froze only momentarily before wrapping my arms around her smaller body. Despite how wrong it morally felt - particularly when I remembered I wasn’t wearing any type of underwear - I couldn’t deny how right it was to both my heart and my body, how much it comforted me to feel her this close.

So there we stayed, for God knows how long. We didn’t speak - I was waiting for her decision to explain what had happened, and she clearly needed to come to terms with whatever it was. Just being there for her was enough for me, so I kept rubbing her back, eventually pulling away to press kisses on her temple, trying to ignore how her little sighs of comfort made me feel.

“I-I think I’m ready to talk.” The second I couldn’t feel her warm breath against my neck anymore, I felt cold again, but to my surprise, she didn’t climb down my lap, didn’t try to put some space between us. 

Instead, her arms remained around my shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of my shirt, making me shiver every once in a while when her nails dragged along my flesh.

“Okay,” I encouraged, only because she seemed nervous to say whatever it was that she wanted to tell me, her eyes avoiding mine before she finally managed to meet my gaze again, after taking a deep breath.

“Shawn broke up with me.” A sharp inhale resonated throughout the room, and it took me a few seconds to figure out it had been my own doing. I’d never liked her boyfriend, not ever since she first told me they had been going out, and despite how hard I tried to hide it from her, she had always been aware of my true feelings for him. 

Knowing he was the one to blame for her current state of mind only served to turn my concern into anger. 

“Why?” That was the only thing I could think to ask, the only thing I could focus on as I struggled not to throw her on the bed and run out after him. But I’d never be able to leave her alone, especially not since she was so clearly vulnerable.

There was another second of hesitation before she finally revealed, “It was because of you, actually.” Now that froze me into a state of shock. I couldn't speak, couldn’t think, all I could do was stare down at the face of the woman I loved who looked like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me.

“What?” Her giggle made my heart skip a beat for a second. It felt good to know that she was already starting to feel better, it felt even greater to know that I was the reason for her laughter, even if I was still fucking confused.

“Don’t worry about it.” Now that just wasn’t good enough. I needed to know, needed to understand. How had I been the cause for their break-up? But she didn’t seem too eager to open up about this specific part of her day, and so I decided to break out the big guns.

I laid her down on the bed, hovering over her so our eyes remained connected. “Tell me,” I quietly begged, and although she still looked anxious, I knew she was close to breaking. “I really want to know.”

She sighed, eyes closing for only an instant and for that instant, I allowed myself to believe that she was breathing me in, appreciating the feeling of being covered by my much larger body, exactly like I did.

“He was jealous,” she finally admitted, but the frown in my face only deepened, asking her for more information. “He felt like I prefered your company over his, which to be fair, it’s the truth. When I’m with you, I never want to leave.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there, frozen, looking deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. She looked hurt, but not like she regretted what happened. It just looked like she needed me there.

And so I stayed. I laid down by her side on the bed and pulled her to me, so her head rested on my chest, and I thought. I thought long and hard about what she’d told me and about how I felt. I thought so much, in fact, that I could see a panic attack forming, as the weight of my feelings threatened to suffocate me, and before I could realize what I was doing, I was already sitting up on the bed and looking for my keys.

“Where are you going?” She rubbed the sleep off her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening, but to be quite honest, I didn’t understand it myself. I just knew I needed to get the hell out of there, or I would end up saying something I’d regret. “I’m so comfy, can’t you just stay?”

It was so hard to breathe that my chest heaved with the labour of getting each breath in and out, so I forced myself to focus on it, stopping only for a few seconds, but it was enough to have me spilling things I’d been managing to hide for years.

“Don’t ask me that. Please.” My voice sounded hoarse, like I hadn’t used it in too long. “Because I’ll stay, and it’ll only hurt me further.” That caught her attention, wiping any remnants of sleep from her in an instant. 

“I wish I could walk away from you. Time and time again I wished for it, when you began dating that jerk, when I first realized I had feelings for you… but I just can’t. I’d do anything for you. All I can think about is you, all the fucking time. I want you so fucking much. I love you way too much. And being just your friend, your mentor, your confidant, is killing me.”

I closed my eyes to catch my breath, trying to focus, trying to make anything make sense again. In that time, I feared the worst. I thought about her leaving, her hand leaving a warm imprint on my face as she slapped me. I thought about her (rightfully, in my mind) accusing me of betraying her, calling me a monster, a pervert. 

I thought I had imagined every possible scenario, but I was still surprised when I opened my eyes to find her seating on the edge of her bed, gaze resting on mine, licking her lips. “I wanna feel you,” she said, and my mind swirled with this unexpected outcome.

“Excuse me?” I scrambled to keep myself up, finding a hold in the back of a nearby chair, my entire body trembling with the effort to hold back, the effort to think and listen, instead of just doing what my instincts begged me to do - pounce on her and fuck her raw.

“I want you inside of me,” she calmly stated, like it was no big deal. It was clear that it was the best way she had found to ask me for what she wanted, but I just couldn’t believe it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Y-you want me?” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, understanding the delicate nature of this situation, anxious to not let it slip through my fingers nor hold it so tightly it would end up breaking and hurting me in the process. 

I closed the gap between us, getting out of the bed to come stand in front of him, hoping the proximity would ease him the same way having his body near would calm me.

“I’ve always wanted you,” I confirmed, hoping he’d see just how truthful the statement was, needing him to see how much more I wanted to say. “But right now…” Without thinking, my hand reached out to fiddle with the edge of his shirt, the sight of the boner struggling against his sweatpants unmistakable to me. “Right now, I’ll do anything if you just touch me.” 

A sharp exhale of breath, his warmth hit my face, giving me a taste of what was to come. But I wanted the real thing. I wanted to know how it felt from his lips, to have his tongue forcing my mouth open, making me forget my need to breathe.

“I need you.” I got what I wanted then. His face lowered to mine, mouth finally close enough for me to reach, after what felt like years of desire. And it was everything that I’d always imagined his kiss to be - overpowering, dominating and overwhelmingly him. I was instantly addicted.

When he finally allowed our lips to part, taken by his need to breathe, I slowly began to peel away my clothes, fingers trembling in quiet desperation for him to see this for what it truly was: the meeting of desire and lust after years of denial and repression.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded as my naked body was revealed to him inch by inch, willing to do whatever would get me what I needed. “I swear I can handle you.” That last part was added almost as an afterthought, when I watched his hand curl around a tightness I’d never witnessed in real life before.

I knew what was going through his head - the fight between what was expected of us and what we wanted, our feelings and our professions, but nothing else mattered to me more than knowing he’d spear me open with his length.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Just that order was enough to have me whining low in the back of my throat, but I did as he said, even held my ankles so his view of me would be unobstructed. But that meant I had to watch him as he knelt by the bed and took a hold of my legs, licking his lips in desire at what he saw.

“Please, please, fuck me,” I repeated, knowing I wouldn’t handle his lips on me right now. I needed his thickness, his hardness, I needed to be filled by him, to feel him inside of me.

“Let me just get a taste,” he tried to convince me, eyes focused on the apex of my thighs. I almost laughed at how it looked like his mouth was watering as he stared at my exposed pussy, but my need was far too great to allow me any sort of distraction.

“Later, okay? You can eat me out as long as you want, just… later.” That had his head snapping up, gaze at last meeting mine with a soft sentiment that I knew was at least half vulnerability.

My poor Tommy. Even after all of my confessions, he still couldn’t believe that what was happening was actually real. He still doubted I would want him in the morning, as something more than what I wanted him when I called him tonight.

“Touch me, Tom,” I quietly asked, raising his hand to where I was aching for him, rubbing myself with his thumb. “Touch me right here, please, I’m begging you.”

Hearing those words fall from my lips changed something in him. Where once he was hesitant, a sudden confident smirk, almost arrogant, slowly spread over his lips, taking over his entire aura.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“So needy for me…” I whispered as I witnessed the truth behind my statement. She was sopping wet, almost dripping down the duvet, and as much as I wanted to get my mouth on her, I could accept that we’d have the time to do that later.

I loved the idea of a later.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” I whispered as I climbed up her body once more, occupying the space between her thighs like I was always meant to be there. “Let me take care of you.”

I brushed my lips against hers, relishing in this closeness, in the moment just before it all changed. I was sure she could feel the weight of my cock against her thigh, and it was probably what prompted her to wrap her arms around my shoulders, breathlessly telling me, “Yes. Yes, please.”

Hissing as I finally slid my length inside of her, I knew I was in trouble the second I bottomed out, biting on her shoulder to keep myself from groaning and drowning out her delicious little sounds. She felt too good. No one should feel this good.

A broken gasp (or was it a moan) called my attention, taking me from my efforts of restraining myself to her, completely. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, brushing the hair away from her face as I watched her open her eyes and blink a few times, trying to keep tears from flowing down her cheeks. “Does it hurt?”

But she just shook her head, hands searching mine until she could lace our fingers together. “No,” she breathed, hips jutting up in a silent way of asking me to move. “It feels so good.”

I bit the inside of my cheek in an effort not to smile widely at her admission, finally allowing myself to slowly begin dragging my cock out of her tight channel before pushing it in again.

“It does?” I questioned, loving to hear her say it. “Well, I’ll always make you feel this good, baby. How does that sound?” She moaned out loud as I lowered my head to lave her breasts with attention, relishing in every little sound that escaped her beautiful lips as I pounded her on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, darling.” Another loud moan was all I got as a response, paired with her fingernails biting on the skin of my back. “My good girl, yes?” I insisted, rubbing my jaw against her neck, breathing her in.

I was drunk on her, on this entire experience, still not quite believing it was really happening. She was really here, getting fucked by me. “You’ll be my good girl? Just mine? Forever?”

A smile spread out over her lips, even as she threw her head back to moan a “Yes.” I chuckled against her chest, starting to suck little bruises here and there, wanting to see her all marked up on me, when she interrupted my plans with a breathless comment, “You talk dirty.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I chuckled against her lips, right as she started to convulse underneath me, clinging to my back for dear life. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her nails scratched me as she found her bliss, and I wasn’t too far behind. As I started to pick up my pace, really milking her orgasm while searching for mine, it was her words that brought me to my ultimate release.

“C-cum inside, I want it inside of me.” I knew she wasn’t in any form of contraception, and I also knew this wasn’t the right time for either of us to become parents, but to say the idea didn’t arouse me was a lie. 

Flashes of her young body with my baby in it had my cock twitching, the risk of getting my perfect future right then too exciting. She’d be the perfect mother, I just knew it. And the fact that she would take the chance of becoming the mother of my child right then affected me so much that even after I emptied myself inside of her, I was still hard.

Her fingers played with my curls as I rested my head between her breasts, breathing her in, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe I get to sleep next to you tonight,” she said, melting my heart right then and there. “I hate it when you’re away.”

I did too. But I’d never need to be again.

#my fics #tom hardy smut #tom hardy #smut #mentor au #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy reader #tom hardy reader insert #tom hardy reader inserts #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy oneshot #tom hardy rpf #rpf #tom hardy imagine

[shawnmendesbuddy]

“Stale”

Warnings: Talk of suicide/depression, swearing

Summary: Y/N thinks their relationship is “stale.“

Part 2

She loved him more than she had loved anyone or anything else in her life. He was her sun, her moon, and her stars.

He was happier than he had ever been. She was the love of his life, and he knew they were meant to be together forever.

The first time they met, he had saved her life. Having been in an abusive relationship, and falling into a depression, she had sat on the edge of a bridge, staring down at the twenty foot drop into the freezing depths below. She was ready to end her life. She had nothing else to live for; her parents had died in a car accident a year earlier and the abuse was getting to be too much. She felt worthless and unworthy of love. She was a little curvier than other girls, and her skin always had at least one zit on it. She felt ugly and unwanted.

He had been taking his dog for a walk in the rural parts of Toronto when he found the girl crying atop the railing of the bridge. He quietly walked towards her and threw his legs over the balcony, sitting next to her.

“Hey, my name is Shawn. What’s yours?”

She stared at him with puffy red eyes and chuckled slightly at the humor of the situation. He was an attractive man, and not only that, he was a famous celebrity. What a time to end her life? Right as she was meeting someone famous.

“It’s not important. You should get on with your day. I’m just enjoying the view from up here.”

Deeply concerned for the beautiful woman sitting next to him, he let out a little laugh, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You can enjoy the view from behind the railing.”

“It’s more fun like this though. Not knowing if I’ll accidentally fall into the abyss below or not.”

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m guessing if you ‘fall’,” he did air quotes,”it won’t be an accident. Listen, come back with me to my condo and we can talk about this.”

“What if I’m done talking? What if I just want the aching inside of me to go away and this is the only way I know how to get rid of it? It’s not like anybody would miss me if I fell.”

Shawn could just cry for the girl sitting next to him. She was in such a dark place in her life, and his heart hurt for her.

“I’m sure your parents would. And your friends. But most importantly, the world would miss the beautiful aspects you bring to it that no one else can.”

She frowned at him. “My parents are dead, I have no friends, and no one would come to my funeral because no one knows who I am.”

Shawn’s heart broke for her and he wrapped her in his arms. Her skin was soft and she smelt like flowers.

“I would come to your funeral. And I would tell the world about who you are. But that’s not what you need. You don’t need the world to know you, you just need one person. Trust me, I’ve been where you are.”

The girl found it hard to believe that a man like Shawn Mendes—singer, songwriter, and overall amazing human being—could have been suicidal. But she felt so safe wrapped in his arms that she didn’t argue with him. And for the first time in a while, she was able to take a deep breath. And then the gut wrenching sobs came.

Shawn rubbed her back and soothed her, relieved that he had possibly talked her out of commiting suicide. “Come with me back to my house. I’ll make you a cup of hot chocolate—it’s cold out here—and we can talk.”

He felt her nod her head against his shoulder and he let out another breath of relief. He slowly pulled away from her, throwing his legs over the ledge before grabbing onto her waist and hoisting her onto the road next to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, called Tarzan after him, and escorted her back to his condo.

They talked and she cried a lot. But finally, she agreed to go into counseling and he vowed to help her get out of her abusive relationship.

After knowing each other for a few months—and with meeting in the circumstances that they did—they became best friends quickly. He brought out the best in her and made her feel less depressed. She was able to get out of her abusive relationship (more on that later) and the weight of her parents’ death didn’t feel as heavy.

Shawn was inspired by her to write new music, curing his writer’s block that he had had for months. He requested Y/N to make an appearance on his Instagram to speak about her depression and her toxic relationship which she gladly obliged to.

The fans loved that Shawn was spreading mental awareness to others and that was what made him decide to open up about his anxiety.

Y/N noticed his anxiety within the first week of knowing him. She had been staying with Shawn since the bridge incident (it was determined by the police that it wasn’t safe for her to live with her boyfriend anymore) so Shawn was allowing her to stay with him.

She had just gotten done from a session with her counselor and an interview with the police. She was emotionally drained and just wanted to sit down at Shawn’s piano and play a song.

She had learned piano at a very young age and was extremely good at it. Shawn was impressed with how well she could play the piano given that she hadn’t played it in a few years.

But when when she opened the condo door, she heard no noise. The dishes from Shawn’s breakfast were piled in the sink, music sheets lay out across the countertops, his guitar was sitting on the couch, and his manifestation journal was lying facedown, halfway opened as if he had thrown it.

“Shawn?” She had tentatively called. She felt bad about staying with him since she barely knew him and vice versa, but he had insisted. Now she felt bad about intruding in his private life. She didn’t think she was supposed to see his life a mess like this.

She walked down the hallway to his room and gently knocked on the door. No answer. She was worried what she would find on the other side.

She gently pushed the door open and still no Shawn. She saw the light on in his bathroom and heard shallow breathing on the other side.

She pushed the door open, worried that something might’ve happened to him. He lay there on his bathroom staring at the ceiling. His phone rested in his hands and his eyes were swollen and red.

She knelt down next to him and shook him. “Shawn! Are you alright?!”

“Y/N, I feel so numb.” And it was then that it hit her why he stressed so much about making a song perfect. Why he read and reread any post he made to Instagram at least a hundred times before posting it. He had anxiety. Bad anxiety too.

And that is how the song In My Blood came to be.

So you see, Y/N and Shawn both saved each other from their mental health issues. That is perhaps the reason why their friendship grew so quickly. They would rant to each other about how they felt and then if it was bad enough, they would encourage them to talk to their therapist about it.

After a month of trying to get back on her feet, Y/N had found herself a steady job and was well on her way to moving out of Shawn’s apartment. She ate healthier and worked out and felt better about herself.

The people around her were appalled at the quick recovery she had made. She blamed it on Shawn and how he had been an amazing friend to her. Not to say that she was completely cured of depression, but she was the fastest moving case.

One day, about 3 months after the incident, she received a text from Shawn while she was at work.

Shawn: Hey! Umm…this song is really personal to me and it’s going on my new album. I want you to tell me what you think.

Y/N clicked on the audio link he had sent her and his melodic voice filled her ears.

“Why do we put each other through hell? Why can’t we just go over ourselves?”

The song came to a close and Y/N was in awe over the beautiful sound of the song.

Y/N: that! was! beautiful! Please publish it to the world.

Shawn: ;)I’m glad you liked it. It was about a special someone.

And later that night, while she was lying on his chest during their annual movie nights once a month, he confessed that the song was about her. She was hesitant at first, not feeling the same way about him. She asked for space which he gladly gave to her, but after three weeks, she came around and confessed that she felt the same.

After being his girlfriend for 3 months, Shawn was leaving for tour. Y/N had quit her job to travel with him and to say he was ecstatic was an understatement! He couldn’t wait to show Y/N the world.

When Shawn and Y/N finally became public, the fans weren’t too fond of her. They body shamed her for being anorexic and being too fake. They accused her of using Shawn for money. They told her she was ugly. They told her she didn’t deserve Shawn.

Y/N handled the fans in a good way, ignoring what they said about her. But there were some nights when they got the best of her and she would cry onto Shawn’s shoulder. He would wipe away her tears telling her she was beautiful.

One day, pictures surfaced of Y/N wearing a sports bra and leggings while out for a smoothie with Shawn. The pictures were heartfelt and cute. One even showed Shawn wiping off some of Tarzan’s fur from off her butt. And then there were the pictures that came after that, showing Shawn wiping away Y/N’s tears after a fan had harassed her. Shawn had never been more pissed off in his life.

He wrote a huge letter to his fan explaining that they should respect his girlfriend and if they liked him then they would respect his choice to be with her. Most fans backed off or apologized about what they had done.

After 1 year of dating, Shawn and Y/N couldn’t have been more in love.

So when Shawn came home from the studio one night and Y/N said the four most dreaded words in the English language to him, his heart plummeted to his stomach.

“Hey, Shawn, we need to talk.”

He slowly walked towards her, sitting down next to her on the couch. “What’s up?” He asked tentatively, grabbing her hands in his.

She felt herself choke up. She was about to break this man’s heart. But she had been thinking about it for the past month and it was a thought that wasn’t going away.

“I…lately I feel like we haven’t really…I don’t know, been in a relationship.”

Shawn’s face dropped. He was shocked. “What do you mean? I’m not sure I understand what you mean by that.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I feel like we’re just best friends that kiss. I don’t know if that makes any sense but-“

“Wait, I’m sorry, I still don’t understand. You…you feel like we’re not in love anymore?” His voice fluctuated at the end as his beautiful honey eyes glazed over with tears.

“I…,” Y/N didn’t look at him. She couldn’t. “Yes. Yes, I think that. We started this relationship off as best friends and I think that maybe we are better as just that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love you. Just not in that way.

“I…I used to feel in love with you, but now I feel like our relationship isn’t progressing, you know? It’s gone kinda stale.”

A tear fell from Shawn’s eye as he listened patiently to her. “Stale? What the hell does that even mean?! I…this is a lot to take in. Holy shit! We’re both at completely different phases in this relationship. Just give me a second to process this.” So he sat there—head in his hands—for what seemed like hours can, but was really only five minutes. And when he looked up at her, she knew she had completely and utterly destroyed his heart.

She turned her head away and slowly got up off the couch, making her way to their kitchen. She grabbed a kettle and made some hot chocolate for Shawn, slipping a little bit of his anxiety powder into it. Just because she had broken him, didn’t mean she didn’t care for him.

She walked back over to the couch and passed him the hot coco. Then she wrapped the throw blanket form the back of the couch over him.

His eyes were bloodshot and he was staring off into the distance. “So, you’re saying you want to break up? You don’t want me anymore because you’re bored?! That still doesn’t make any sense! All good relationships go through a ‘stale’ period. That doesn’t mean you should give up on them. On us,” he whispered in a melancholy voice.

Y/N of course knew this, but it wasn’t about their relationship being boring. It never was. She just though the relationship was at the point where Shawn and her either a) got engaged or b) broke up. She couldn’t see the former happening anytime soon so she decided it was time to end the relationship. They couldn’t progress any further until they were engaged/married.

And another big thing was that she was ready for kids. But she made two vows to herself when she was little:1) no sex before marriage and 2) definitely no kids before marriage (although that was a given because of her first rule).

Shawn knew these things and respected them, but Y/N was ready for marriage. She was ready to start a family, and if Shawn wasn’t at that point, she couldn’t force him into it.

Although they had talked about these things before, they had never for sure said they would get married and have kids. Which scared Y/N shitless to make the first move and ask him about getting engaged. And so she decided to end it.

She gripped his hands in hers and he pulled them away. “I…just please don’t. This is already hard enough.” And with that he stood from the couch, throwing the blanket down, and walking toward the front door.

She heard the jingle of the keys and the turning of the door, but she didn’t dare look up at him, not wanting to see him leave. “I’ll be at my parent’s house if you need anything. Sleep well.”

And then the door closed and Y/N was left with nothing, but the scent he left behind and the cold hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.

A/N: If you didn’t notice, this was based loosely on the Shawmila break up. Do you maybe want a part two? Like and comment to let me know. Thanks, love you all!

Part 2

#shawn hunter #shawnee #shawnmendes #princeshawn #shawn fluff #shawnangst #shawn peter raul mendes #shawmila #heartache #breakup #angst imagine

[uswntxfootball]

i get a little bit stressed out (when i think about you) (jill roord x arsenal!reader)

how were you supposed to ask her out when just thinking about her made you nervous?

word count: 3342 ish

rated: F for flirtation sugar daddy

title- nervous by shawn mendes

——

your eyes followed her even when you didn’t mean for them to.

there was just something about the way she carried herself… you really just couldn’t get enough of it and-

“hello? y/n?”

you really really really had it bad. it really didn’t help that she was talking adamantly about something to viv, the other dutch forward having a relatively hard time keeping up with the taller girl.

its only when daan claps in your face that you turn and look at her.

“sorry what?”

daan face palms before saying:

“you know if you stare any harder you’re going to strain your eyes.”

you blush a little.

“i’m not staring….i’m-”

daan’s pointed look shuts you up.

you blush harder and look down at your cleats, adamantly avoiding the midfielder’s gaze.

her tone softens a little when she sees you.

“you really should just ask her out y/n. its been like two years.”

you scoff a little.

“it has not been two years what are you-“

daan cuts you off with a matter-of-fact tone:

“she joined the team in 2019 buddy.”

“yeah but that doesn’t mea-“

“and exactly how many words have you exchanged with her?”

you think before saying with an air of false confidence:

“like a lo-“

“not counting on the field.”

you sigh and hang your head in defeat before whispering:

“like two.”

the dutch midfielder hums and asks again:

“mhmm now what was that?”

you roll your eyes and say it a little louder, still with that air of defeat:

“like two words.”

daan patted your shoulder encouragingly before the whistle blew, indicating the end of break, and training picked up once again.

~~

jill was talking about you during the break, actually.

to viv across the field from you.

the dutch forward had slowly realized that you were different around her, that you didn’t speak as much, and actually that you avoided her at all costs.

this she found out because there were instances, such as during team dinners, where if there was an open seat next to her, you didn’t take it, opting to stand or sit on the floor as far away from her as possible.

or that whenever she sat down next to you you shot up out of your seat almost instantly.

or that when you saw her coming down the hall you immediately turned and walked the way you came from.

or- you get the point.

she couldn’t tell if you hated her, because frankly that’s what it looked like.

so that’s what she was speaking to viv about.

and to lisa about.

and really anyone who would really listen.

of course, everyone knew your predicament, as you weren’t exactly subtle in your staring and stuttering.

they all assured jill that you didn’t hate her, that maybe you were just shy, something jill had a hard time believing since she watched you hold confident eye contact and conversations with literally everyone else but her.

if you were someone else maybe she would care less.

but you weren’t.

see, this is only how you acted off the field.

but on the field, you were a completely different person.

you had a confident, almost authoritative tone when you spoke, one that made everyone stop and listen, and was something that ultimately landed you the role of captain for every team you’ve ever played for, with arsenal being no exception.

you spoke to her that way too, and it was really the only time you made eye contact with her and spoke to her.

granted it was more like you giving orders and directions, but same difference really.

it was also something jill found really really hot.

so safe to say she cared about what you thought of her.

jill eventually decided that if you weren’t going to talk to her first, she’d do it instead.

and so began her quest, getting y/n y/ln to talk to her and hopefully become her friend.

~~

you noticed the change in jill immediately.

it seemed as though the dutch forward was tailing you every chance she got.

every corner you took she seemed to appear right in front of you, every time you glanced at her it seemed as if her eyes were already on you.

it got so bad that you tried even harder to avoid her.

for instance,

one day before training you were out on the pitch shooting from midfield and muttering game analysis under your breath when you heard a familiar, heavy dutch accent making its way through the halls.

you panicked and-

daan found you ten minutes later inside a trashcan.

needless to say you had a pretty hard time trying to explain the smell and stains on your jersey to joe later that day.

in your defense because the field was so empty, that was the only plausible option in your mind.

as time went on, it really didn’t get any better.

there was another day during training where you turned to catch a glimpse of jill only to see her eyes already on you, and you turned back so abruptly that you knocked down the entire weight rack in front of you.

jill giggled, and the rest of your teammates were rolling their eyes and collectively face palming at your stupidity.

it all came to a climax when you were on the bus to your first match of the year, and jill plopped down in the seat right by you.

your eyes widened and cheeks flushed immediately, and you trained your eyes on the seat in front of you, not daring to turn and look at the girl beside you.

“hey how are you?”

you gulped and slowly looked up at her, and you cursed internally.

she was just so unfairly attractive.

the slightly shy smile and arched eyebrow was a combination you swear only she could pull off and-

“i’m doing okay, how are you?” you managed to force out.

at least you didn’t stutter.

jill gave you a lopsided smile that made your heart skip a beat, and went on talking.

she knew you weren’t much of a talker around her, and subsequently filled up all the gaps with her rambling, something that you both appreciated and hated, as it really didn’t help the queasy feeling in your stomach.

when the bus pulled to a halt you felt like you were going to puke, and shot up out of your seat wanting to run off before you freak out, only to remember that you were in the inside seat.

jill moved slightly without hesitation, something you were more than thankful for.

she whispers a little dejectedly when you get off:

“are you sure she doesn’t hate me?”

lisa gives her a sympathetic look and smile.

“she doesn’t jill.”

“but she just-“

“trust us, she doesn’t.”

jill nods a little apprehensively, and gets up and grabs her stuff, making her way off the bus along with everyone else.

~~

during the game, jill was so distracted that she almost ran in the wrong direction.

“jill! press! now go!”

you were yelling at her from midfield, glancing all over the place as you watched every player’s movement and stance.

jill almost stumbled upon hearing your voice.

you note that she’s acting weirdly, and bring it up during a quick break while the ref is assessing a potential foul.

you catch her arm when she walks by you, an action that catches her entirely by surprise.

“hey you alright? your head is all over the place.”

jill swallows a little bit before smiling weakly and replying:

“yeah yeah i’ll be okay.”

“alright well get your head in it, you’re really talented and we really need you right now.”

you give her arm a reassuring squeeze and move to take the free kick which had just been given.

jill still stood there a little dumbfounded, its only when you snap loudly and point in the direction of the box that she remembers there’s a game going on and moves into position.

all in all, arsenal wins with an emphatic victory of 5-1.

after your duties as captain were fulfilled and you gave your post game talk, you quickly fell back into your off field self.

~~

now why was the previous bus interaction the climax?

simply put, it had been the last straw for a lot of your teammates, who were now fed up with your idiotic gay panic, and decided to do something about it.

you should’ve known something was weird when you get a text from viv reading:

“URGENT- team meeting in 15 min at me & lisa’s apartment”

you furrowed your brows in confusion.

you were the team captain and the one who called team meetings, so what was up?

also it was saturday night, couldn’t it wait?

you texted kim, the vice captain, and pretty much the only responsible adult on the team, to double check.

she replied with:

“yes- joe told us about it.”

you furrow your eyebrows again because you took your job of captain seriously and you honestly didn’t remember joe mentioning an impromptu meeting on saturday night at viv’s house.

but you made your way there just in case anyways.

when you make your way inside you glance suspiciously around the apartment and only get more confused when you see less than half the team there.

the only people there besides viv and lisa were daan and beth, caitlin and lia, leah and jordan, and katie.

by this point you should’ve known.

you open your mouth to speak but you’re cut off when daan shoves you down into a chair.

“sit.”

you shoot back up and fight her back a little bit before asking:

“guys guys guys what is going on?”

leah calmly looked at you and said:

“sit down and we’ll tell you.”

and so you begrudgingly take a seat.

lisa starts.

“alright so collectively as a group, we decided that watching you deal with jill is making us all lose brain cells.”

the group in front of you nods adamantly in agreement.

“and so we’re here to help you. to teach you how to flirt.”

you cross your arms and snort a little.

“and how are you going to do that exactly?”

“well-“

beth piped in here.

“we’re going to employ katie and have her flirt with you and teach you for the next week or so.”

you shake your head.

“katie? no i would rather go on my own thank you very-“

katie cuts in here with an offended look.

“what do you mean no?! i’m obviously the best here and-“

the room quickly broke into a loud cacophony of sound, as they began debating about katie’s comment.

its only when lisa yells for silence that everyone quiets again.

“wait how many people are in on this?” you ask suddenly.

“the whole team with the exception of jill,” leah replies offhandedly.

your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you heard this.

“is it really that bad?”

lia snorts.

“can birds fly?”

you let out a sigh.

“fine.”

you turn to katie and very adamantly say:

“but don’t you dare make it weird.”

katie holds her hands up in surrender.

~~

and so it began, your “training” as they called it.

katie, surprisingly was pretty good at what she did.

she did unfortunately call herself your flirtation sugar daddy, but that really made you uncomfortable so you avoided those terms at all costs.

so day after day, katie stuck by you and flirted with you 24/7, with occasional performance evaluations from lisa and caitlin, all who approved thus far.

on the downside, jill, who had been kept out of the loop from everything, saw this as you being interested in katie.

she wanted to tell you that katie had a girlfriend, but didn’t really know how to start that conversation without making it weird.

she couldn’t just go up to you and say, “hey i’ve been watching you flirt with katie for the last few days and just so you know she’s taken.”

so she just stood by and watched.

she did ask viv about it one day though.

“does y/n know katie has a girlfriend?”

to which viv replied:

“yup.”

“so why is she flirting with her?”

“its just for fun.”

“it doesn’t look like its for fun to me.”

viv turns and looks at her dutch teammate.

“are you jealous?”

jill almost sputters out her answer.

“wh-what no of course not! why would i be jealous?!”

viv turns to hide her smile.

“sure jill. whatever you say.”

two weeks went by, and katie was delighted by your performance.

next saturday, the ten of you met up at viv and lisa’s apartment again.

“alright so you might be asking why we’ve gathered you here today!” lisa proclaimed with a very poor attempt at victorian english.

“we’re gathered here today to-“

“oh just get on with it,” viv butts in.

lisa turns to her with a glare.

“all right all right,” viv relents.

“we’re going to assess y/n’s flirtation capabilities.”

you quirk an eyebrow.

“how are you going to do that exactly?”

“ooh we didn’t actually think that far. we’re going to ask you questions?”

“what like ask me to finish the line? like ooh girl are you from tennesse cuz you’re the only ten i see?”

lia cringes a little at that line.

“what ever you do, don’t say that.”

“mhm yeah wasn’t going t-.”

leah cuts in.

“alright the point is. just be yourself y/n. you exude confidence on the field so just bring it out when you talk to her. that’s all”

the others all nod in agreement.

“that’s it really. you can do it y/n, we all believe in you.”

“thanks guys i really appreciate it.”

“wait but i can still be your flirtation sugar da-ow! you didn’t have to all hit me!”

~~

the next day at training you were shoved and funneled in jill’s direction by almost half the team.

a particularly hard shove from daan had you slamming directly into jill.

the dutch forward turned and grabbed your waist in lightning fast speed to steady you.

your arms immediately fell to rest on hers, and you took a shallow breath in when you saw her concerned look.

“are you alright?”

“yeah i am thanks to you…”

well here goes nothing.

“…though i have to say if this is what it takes to get you to hold me i’ll gladly fall for you again.”

jill’s face was worth the burning on your cheeks.

“w-what?”

you had to admit, jill’s stutter only made her cuter.

you just gave her a wink and reluctantly pulled her arms off you.

“come on jill, we have a training session to get to.”

you gave her a final wave before you made your way out of the locker room.

jill still stood there, shocked and a little confused.

viv rolled her eyes.

“come on jill.”

and when jill didn’t move, viv just grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.

later during training almost the exact same thing happens.

except this time it was more jill’s fault than yours.

she wasn’t watching where she was going and ran right into you.

your hands found their way immediately on her waist.

“is this how we’re going to meet and talk from now on?”

jill blushed and mumbled a “sorry.”

you grinned.

“don’t be, i’m kind of enjoying it, though…”

you stopped to fake pondering something.

“…i don’t know what we should do now that we’ve both fallen for each other.”

you finished your sentence with another wink, essentially rendering jill speechless.

and so, this became a trend.

you would flirt with jill, and the dutch girl would essentially just freeze up and stare at you in shock.

you thought it was cute.

jill thought it was mortifying.

she complained to viv later on.

“i can’t even flirt back what is happening to me?”

viv just gave her a reassuring pat on the back.

“that’s what we call gay panic my friend.”

jill groaned and buried her face further into her hands.

~~

“what’s a pretty lady like you doing all by yourself?”

you ask, plopping down in the empty bus seat beside her.

jill blushes and looks down at the seat in front of her.

she could barely see your playful grin out of the corner of her eye and it was enough to kick the butterflies in her stomach to a higher gear.

you had a little deja vu during the bus ride, except that in the previous predicament the roles were switched.

jill somehow managed to hold it together for the remainder of the bus ride.

it was on the pitch when jill really couldn’t take it anymore.

you didn’t even do anything, except fulfill your captain duties.

you were standing on the sideline, watching a scrimmage between lia’s team and kim’s team.

joe had asked you to sit out and assess every player’s strengths and basically coach them.

and coach them you did.

“caitlin! daan’s open on your left! and malin! cover daan better so she’s not wide open!”

you looked down to scribble notes in your note pad, and when you looked up you saw jill staring at you on the field.

“jill! focus!”

her gaze snapped back onto the game.

before the second round, you gave a bunch of pointers to both teams.

“okay so you guys are doing pretty well, just make sure to keep up your back line, don’t make it sloppy.”

and to the other:

“alright so pass accuracy is something you need to work on, because half of your passes are being intercepted at the moment which probably isn’t something you want.”

after a few minutes the teams took their places back onto the pitch and you began scribbling down a few more notes.

a pair of cleats makes their way before you, and you look up.

“what’s wr-“

jill leans down and kisses you.

you drop your notepad in surprise.

she pulls back quickly and searches your face for any sign of disgust or repulsion, and finding none, she leans in again.

this time, you met her halfway.

it was electric and a little needy, really everything you wanted a first kiss to be.

you briefly heard the cheers and clapping of your teammates, too caught up in the moment to care about anything else.

jill’s hands fell to your waist and yours rested on her cheeks.

you pulled back after what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only a couple of seconds.

“so i guess i don’t have to fall for you to hold me like that again,” you whisper.

jill giggles.

“definitely not.”

you’re silent for a few seconds, but jill beats you and breaks it first.

“you know, i thought you liked katie.”

your eyes widen in surprise, and your face quickly contorts into disgust.

“oh god no way.”

“oh that’s good.”

you ask her a little teasingly:

“why, were you jealous?”

jill scoffs a little.

“shut up.”

you arch your brow a little in challenge.

“make me then.”

jill’s eyes flash back onto your face dangerously but before she can do anything you give her a little shove back.

“now go back to your scrimmage, we’ve had them wait long enough.”

she rolls her eyes and turns back towards the pitch, and towards a hoard of your giddy teammates.

“flirtation sugar daddy for the wi-ow!”

your perfectly struck ball hits katie square in the chest and your glare cuts eliminates any objections.

still you hear her mutter:

“still if anyone needs any help with flirting i’ll be free to-“

“katie!”

“sorry sorry i’ll stop.”

#jill roord #jill roord x reader #jill roord imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagine #nedwnt x reader #nedwnt imagine #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine

[buck-nialled]

n. horan

#1 fan ♡

[niall leaves for tour, leaving you lonely and slightly obsessive]

almost everything ♡

[he finds out it’s your time of the month, you find out how much you need his comfort]

babies ♡

[when he gets in the mood, you get into national geographic documentaries]

beanies to bed ♡

[you refuse to accept niall’s routine of wearing socks to bed, until...]

bedhead ♡

[the first night you spend at niall’s won’t be your last, not if he has anything to say about it]

bedtime stories ♡

[your child is picky with who tucks them in at night]

beverage of champions ♡

[you may have introduced shawn and niall to a drink ALMOST as good as Guinness, platonic!fic]

blanket robber ♡

[you’ve stolen both his heart and his comforter]

bon appetit ♡

[he’ll be there even when you crumble]

bonkers ♡

[you both forget your wedding anniversary and reminisce]

breakfast in boxers ♡

[just some morning fluff as soft as Niall’s hair, w/ some connotations to smut]

charcoal kisses ♡

[an artsy!reader live-streams with niall, fluff ensues]

code word ♡

[baby name procrastination]

creepy crawler ♡

[would niall risk his life for you when there is an intruder?]

drunk dancing ♡

[you and niall decide to celebrate your anniversary early this year]

enjoying the view ♡

[you don’t particularly enjoy physical activity unless it involves watching niall do some]

freckles ♡

[just a lil honeymoon blurb]

gorgeous ♡

[based on niall’s coin necklace]

hangry ♡

[in which you try scaring niall but his unexpected temper scares you instead]

how it happened ♡

[how the platonic roomies we all know and love came to be]

lefty ♡

[he teaches you how to write with your left hand]

listening party ♡

[you and Niall listen to his new album in private, which works out in both your favors]

lover ♡

[he spots you in the crowd]

makeover ♡

[he helps you model, you help him shave]

matchmaker, matchmaker ♡

[niall makes a match between platonicroommate!reader and his bff]

moving day ♡

[in which you move in together and he really loves nicknames]

my lovely ♡

[you join his Instagram live for cuddles and nobody’s complaining]

peas and carrots ♡

[just your typical sleepy niall imagine and many forrest gump references]

pecky ♡

[is he hungry or horny]

public display of erection ♡

[niall’s “friend” makes an appearance and there is hypothetical wedding planning]

socks ♡

[niall starts wanting a baby. luckily for him, you’re already one step ahead]

splinter ♡

[when crib building turns dangerous…dad!niall fluff]

spoiler alert ♡

[you’re good at keeping secrets. shawn isn’t...platonic!fic]

sun-ripened strawberry ♡

[you’re his date to an award show and he cannot stop staring]

take it ♡

[barista!niall au based off of his Instagram story “it’s the small things”]

tangent ♡

[turns out it only takes a cup of warm tea and a kiss for niall to gush about you in front of thousands]

teenage dream ♡

[based off the Katy perry song that Niall slayed the cover of]

the first snowfall ♡

[platonic roomies try waiting up for the first snowfall of the season]

the ‘m’ word ♡

[you propose on the accident but with purpose]

the perfect moment ♡

[y/n doesn’t do “corny” and she won’t accept niall to either]

to be so horny (sniffles) ♡

[in which your platonic roommates are somehow very attractive and try to console you after another failed date]

water lily ♡

[in which reader loves to spoil artnerd!niall]

wine and dine ♡

[he treats you all the time, so it’s only fair that you return the favor]

the perfect cocktail ♥︎

[he likes his Guinness, but he likes the taste of her more]

thigh high ♥︎

[just some good ol’ thigh riding smut]

untitled ♥︎

[no name, just smutty intentions]

affirmations ☁︎

[the hate and a lack of your boyfriend’s comfort finally catches up to you]

always were ☁︎

[art is subjective, but you need niall’s support]

anybody ☁︎

[you could have anybody, but you only need him]

a real hit ☁︎

[when niall loses his mind, you are always there to lend him yours]

at home picnic ☁︎

[niall opens his home and arms for you during this time of uncertainty, and comforts you with food]

awol ☁︎

[you drink your day away, and niall assures you that it’s all okay]

bad day blues ☁︎

[you have a bad day and listen to his songs for comfort, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing]

bang ☁︎

[havoc wreaks on vacation but niall promises in the end to keep you out of harms way]

can’t handle the heat ☁︎

[the hatred for shawn and niall’s roommate continues to fester on and offline...platonicroommate!au]

comfort from home ☁︎

[when your world feels like it’s falling apart, Niall manages to make it better even though he is halfway across it]

dream ☁︎

[some things you expect, others you don’t, niall angst]

glasses and guinness ☁︎

[the stress of online classes catches up with you, and niall takes care of you]

fix ☁︎

[you suffer anxiety during quarantine but refuse to admit to niall that you need help]

i’m baby, part 2 ☁︎

[niall wants a secret he can’t keep]

invitation ☁︎

[you and niall never had the best relationship, which is ironic considering you’re destined for each other // soulmate!au]

leftovers ☁︎

[your date stands you up, leaving you in the comfort of your roommates, niall and shawn]

mr. lawyer, part 2 ☁︎

[he lies to protect himself, and fails to protect her in the process]

our compass ☁︎

[dad!niall about to skrrt]

r.i.p. ☁︎

[you and niall mourn a longtime friend, this blurb makes no sense read at your own risk]

sad song addict ☁︎

[you temporarily lodge at a house shared by your long-time friend and your long-time crush]

serenade ☁︎

[he thinks you’ve given up on him, but you are far from doing so]

shiner ☁︎

[his piece offering is a bag of frozen peas]

spot on ☁︎

[soft bf niall with injured ballerina!reader]

team girl ☁︎

[you prank niall with a fake pregnancy test without knowing he has baby fever]

that guy ☁︎

[you break up with your boyfriend and your best friend is there to comfort you]

this christmas ☁︎

[she’d give anything this christmas to have him here]

tiger ☁︎

[you ridicule your scars, but niall makes them something worth loving]

besties ☆

[a day in the life of being niall horan’s best friend]

garlic knots ☆

[first kiss woes]

laughing fit ☆

[niall can never fail to make you laugh]

livestreams things ☆

[niall puts on many live streams...what are you to do but join them?]

love on live ☆

[a progression of your and niall’s relationship on the x factor]

mr. niall ☆

[niall as a daycare teacher]

nicknames ☆

[nicknames between you and niall]

schoolgirl ☆

[being with niall while in college]

the doc is in ☆

[niall dating a doctor/nurse during the outbreak]

featherlight — angel!niall au [COMPLETED]

featherlight // protector of girlfriend // no saint 

two million minutes — amnesia fic [COMPLETED]

playlist // one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight

purely platonic! - social media au [IN PROGRESS]

one // two // three // four // five

#niall horan #niall horan fanfiction #niall horan fanfic #niall horan imagines #niall horan imagine #niall horan blurb #niall horan oneshot #Niall Horan fluff #niall horan smut #niall horan angst #niall horan x reader #niall horan x you #niall horan x y/n

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Enzo anon here - the more this era is progressing, my theory about gaymila being used as damage control and for profit seems to be happenening.

I have some thoughts that I know many other CS share, i think it would be good to summarise what i’ve seen on different blogs into one post as well as adding my own theory. So this will be a long one but i hope you guys find it insightful and Stuck thank you again for giving me a space on your blog!

Let’s look back on CC2 and the aftermath of its release. A quick disclaimer : I’ll only be addressing her situation in terms of the social/PR aspect as we have no idea what other factors might be at play such as contracts and money etc.

It’s fair to say that C was and is not in a good place reputation wise. Señorita was of course a smash hit but was mostly used to promote S. Her fans complained about C almost becoming a double act with S. These fans understandably signed up for C, not S and so subsequently most of them unfollowed her on SM and stopped paying attention to her to escape the constant Showmila. For the GP, Showmila became a mockery and so it’s asking a lot from her fans to stay when she was constantly embarrassing herself to the point that it made it uncomfortable for them. Of course with this comes the racist controversies also involving Normani which brought back the entire 5H feud. This put C even further than she already was against LAND and so the narrative that she was hated by the other girls for being obnoxious and attention seeking was further reinforced by her being racist towards N. All of this made/makes Camila extremely easy to hate, to the public she seems like a privileged straight girl who has never once had any sort of difficulty or obstacle in her life.

On the CS side of the fandom, many having left after having enough of the Showmila circus, leaves very few CS to fight back against the narrative. Even more leave after Lauren’s bombshell of a podcast. For example, this graph from google trends show how searches for “camren” or “camila cabello camren” are/were decreasing.

We know that CS are a very large part of C’s fanbase so who are we left with ? Many solo C stans all have converted into SS accounts and again even then S takes the main focus, not C. So… its not looking good, having people being fans of yours only for your relationship is a risky move business wise. We’ve all wanted Showmila to end for a long while and we definitely can all agree that the end is long overdue, infact a lot of us believe that had there not been the pandemic they would’ve broken up a while ago. So where does C stand now? Well, in my opinion, after this entire circus (which unfortunately is still ongoing) C is in a very vulnerable position. How does she promote her upcoming album with so much of her fanbase gone? Perhaps a big break up album? That option doesn’t sound great when she most likely will get the short end of the stick narrative wise and be further disliked by the little fans she does has left. If Camila doesn’t have Shawn anymore, the SS will most likely all disappear leaving her with a very limited amount of people who have the guts to actually publicly support her. Another option she could have is to keep riding on this relationship until people get bored, only that’s already happening and Showmila does not have the punch it once did to get a second Señorita. What about a fake pregnancy or a marriage? God we hope not and I really believe that Camila would do anything in her power to avoid that as we’ve seen how extremely unhappy she seems just being his girlfriend. For all we know Shawn might be very against this idea too and even if they did go along with it would it really be enough to promote CC3 ? After a few weeks the excitement would have died down again and leave them both back to square one. Not to mention that C getting married/pregnant would make even some of her most dedicated fans leave for good and would still not be enough to get her out of the racist accusations.

This is where my theory comes into play, however i think her team will only follow through with this if they are smart and if they aren’t actually sabotaging her. This past year I watched as Taylor Swift released her two albums and broke numerous records and achieved incredible success. I do not think this success would’ve been achieved had it not been for the insane rise in speculation over her sexuality due to her new songs. T is of course a household name, she’s earned her place amongst the top artists of this generation but people were starting to get bored hearing dramatic songs about her oh so difficult love life being a straight white girl. This is why when folklore and evermore came out there was so much buzz and excitement about T possibly being LGBTQ to the point that it found it’s way to the GP. People were wondering what these gay songs with gay lyrics were and so they went to listen for themselves. Eventually tons and tons of extra streams and talk generated from people who would’ve otherwise never paid attention. Myself included. You can see below on google trends the massive increase in online searches for “gaylor swift”. The gaylor side of tumblr also expanded as there had never been so many songs with so much queer interpretations to analyse and discuss and more and more of the GP were getting curious enough to read the blogs. Regardless if you think Taylor is gay or not, the general public discussing it was an essential part in improving her image for Gen Z and promoting her albums thus creating $$$ for her team and label.

Keeping this in mind, I believe that C might (not having many options left to salvage her career/reputation) take a page out of TS’s book and have an era that will attract more LGBT fans than ever before. We’ve seen how camren is slowly coming back. Even just by C liking a picture of L’s it was enough to bring back out a whole lot of fans who had abandoned her. Her team see this, they know this, they are aware. If talks of Camila being gay will generate more $$$ they will use that to their advantage and push out the new gay narrative as much as they can. I don’t think she will explicitly come out any time soon, and i don’t think that they will “confirm camren” but this era will definitely set her up for it in the future like the way it has for TS and it will give her a stable fanbase for a long while, which at the moment she is in dire need of.

Although C would’ve probably liked her relationship with L to remain private I think she may have no other choice but to use it more than she ever has before to save herself. Sadly no amount of self improvement and apologies will ever erase her racist past, it will follow her forever and people will never stop talking about it, unless there’s something more interesting to discuss. That’s the way the internet works, a photo of camren together in 2021/2022 would generate more buzz than anything Showmila related. Not only would all of the CS who left come back but all the anti-CS would be talking about it too and an entire wave of new fans would be interested enough to join. There would be no room to talk about Camila Cabello being racist when Camila Cabello is actually gay/dating Lauren Jauregui is the new talk.

Of course this entire process will not be instant but we can see that they are building up to something like that. Perhaps Camren being public friends again which would still generate a ton of talk as it did back in the 5H days. She will not instantly break up with S and then be seen making out with L the next day but I do think that although it wasn’t her or her teams plan to use her relationship/sexuality, i think she has no other choice if she ever wants to gain favour with the public again. Let’s not forget that the rest of 5H seem to be on their way to having new music out very very soon and just as camren worked to promote 5H in the old days it will work again in 2021/2022. This would encourage her team even more to follow this route as it would suit everyone, even if they no longer are a group they will always be connected.

We shall wait and see what happens, of course circumstantial situations may arise to cause them to switch up their plans but for now all this 5H, camren and gaymila interactions are no coincidence. That’s for sure.

This concludes my very long post! thank you to anyone who took the time to read this, thank you again to Stuck and if anyone has anything else to add that i might have missed or any questions don’t hesitate! I love hearing what everyone else has to say. To clarify these are all my personal thoughts and speculations and I am not claiming to know anything for certain.

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Wow, I didn't expect to be a window into another great submission from my dear buddies, but Enzo, I loved your post. And I really totally agree with you in what you mentioned.

The truth is that it is true, Camila has been selling her LGBT + agenda of hers since 2020 and even long before because I always had the theory that she would be let out after having a big heterosexual PR circus. This PR circus with the diva is that circus and what we have been seeing, because it checks all our theories.

As for Gaymila, she has always been there. More crushed with the fucking circus shit maybe, but she's always been there and one thing I want to emphasize is that most of Camila's fandom other than SS or homophobic, would accept Camila out of the closet, ALWAYS AND WHEN NOT WITH LAUREN.

That is why I think Camila would have more followers if the aforementioned are left aside, because they would have no problem supporting her and we would be more, considering that those clowns are partly paid fans and bots.

I don't think she will even give him permission to leave her, but if she does it is because that would also be part of her contract. Of her agreeing to do all this theater of the absurd with the circus, as long as they let her out at the end.

The fucking shit hole that is the industry knows that it has to please its LGBT + audience because we are the ones who support artists the most. The main audience for them may always be heterosexuals, but when they get bored and look for something else, the ace up their sleeve will always be the community and with the examples that you have given my dear Enzo, that is proof of it.

The thing with Camila is that she's never been in the closet. They forced her into a closet and that's different. Camila always felt good being herself and they have tried to cover that with different types of circuses since she was in the band because it is what suits business.

What we are seeing now with Camila is that, a double agenda, that of the circus managed by the idiots behind it and Camila's own agenda that lets us see Gaymila from time to time.

And when I talk about an agenda, I do not do it in a negative way but as something that she must have already planned.

My theme now is that it will come in that aspect. I don't think I'm waiting for a circus engagement or a lavender marriage, but I do hope that Camila can set Gaymila freer every time. Unfortunately, everything else is still very screwed up and this circus just represses it more and more.

The problem is that as long as she does not regain some control over her career and her image, no matter how small, nothing will change.

#submission #enzo anon #love you buddy

[nctseren]

❝ For a long time, love was unattainable for her. She wrote, sang and dreamed about it, but she had never been truly in love.

The truth is that, and although she denies it, Kang Sohee is a hopeless romantic and she always has been. She often dreamed of meeting the right person and doing everything right so that love would last... and not fade like her parents' love.

However, love is strange and it does not come easy. She has learned that you can meet thousands of people and yet none of them will make you feel the things that you are supposed to feel.

She has also learned that you can mistake love. And as much as it hurts and breaks your soul, there are people you were born to love, and there are others you were not.

So, Seren doesn't have much experience in romance. And she's slowly learning that love and infatuation are two different things, that it doesn't have to hurt, that it should make you feel happy, and that you don't go looking for the right person, because eventually fate brings you together. ❞

⟶crush list

—WANG YONG

❝ I'm too shy to tell you how I feel.

So I'll hide behind timid smiles and soft hellos.

I'm afraid if I ask you: "what do you think of me? " your reply will be "I don't" ❞

duration of crush: 2014 — 2015

relationship: close friends, one side crush

current status: they haven't spoken in a long time but she still cares for him

their things: practicing together, sharing chocolates, him giving her books and then the next week sharing opinions about them, eating together all the time

playlist: kid in love by shawn mendes & u smile by justin bieber

Wang Yong came to SM Entertainment in late 2012 and Lee Taeyong quickly took care of him under his wing. He was quite a popular trainee, not only because of his looks, but also because of his great talent for dancing, despite his young age. He was to the younger ones what Kang Seulgi was to Sohee.

Wang Yong was a sweet guy, it was inevitable for girls not to have a crush on him, and anyone in his place would take advantage of it, but not him. He was focused on doing what he had to do: training hard. That's the reason why his only friends for a long time were only Taeyong and Hansol.

Kang Sohee (long before she was known as Seren) officially met him in late 2013, after watching him practice. They did not become friends right away, since it was not easy for him to open up to other people. However, when she became close to Taeyong, they inevitably had to become friends. And then they connected thanks to dancing, something they were both passionate about. They went from being acquaintances to partners who practiced together to friends. Then it was not only Wong Yong, Lee Taeyong and Ji Hansol, now it was also Kang Sohee.

2014 was a rough year for her, starting from the loss of her grandparents to learning that she was not going to debut with Red Velvet. It was the most difficult year for her in all that time locked up, but her friends were with her. And he didn't go unnoticed, no matter how hard he tried. He always carried an extra portion of food for her, left her books that he thought she would like and always pretended not to learn the choreography so that she could teach him and in that way distract her mind by doing what she likes the most.

It really wasn't difficult to like Wang Yong, he was sweet and a good boy. Soon she found herself thinking that she really liked the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed, or how his eyes sparkled when someone complimented him and, most of all, the way he tilted his head when he was confused. And then every time he looked at her she felt something in her stomach (and no, she had thought the first time she felt it, it can't be diarrhea), her cheeks would blush and it was difficult for her to keep look at him.

He was her crush for a few months and suddenly their interactions were shy smiles and sharing chocolates. Until he was no longer making her feel like she was flying. He meant a lot to her because not only he was her first butterflies in her stomach, he was also one of her close friends and one of the most supportive.

Sometimes she still thinks about him, what is he doing? how is he doing? what it would have been like if he had debuted in NCT instead of her? SM Entertainment did not treat him well, apparently his voice was not good enough, in the future they had told him. All she knows is that he returned to his home in China, and all she hopes is that he's truly happy.

—MARK LEE

❝ There's a boy I like.

He smiles so bright and my heart can't take it.

There's a boy I like.

We both love the same things.

There's a boy I like.

I think about him all the time.

There's a boy I like.

He's my best friend. ❞

duration of crush: 2017 — early 2018

relationship: bandmates, best friends, crush

current status: bandmates, best friends, partners in crime

their things: holding hands, sharing songs, singing, rapping, dancing together, telling jokes, listening to music, trying to teach her basketball, teaching him to play futboll soccer, doing karaoke

playlist: the one that got away by katy perry & walk you home by nct dream & everything has changed by taylor swift & catching feelings by justin bieber & whenever you are by 5sos

For a long time, Mark was the closest thing to a best friend that she had. They practically grew up together (and are still growing). They wouldn't exactly tell each other everything, but they did trust each other. And every day, especially when they missed home, they would get together to tell their funniest childhood stories, and then listen to music for the rest of the time, enjoying each other's company.

Maybe that's what made her have feelings for him. Maybe it was the inside jokes, the laughs, the songs, maybe it was all together.

It was different, of course. It didn't feel at all like her first crush. No, it was definitely stronger, because they were Mark and Seren — everyone was talking about Mark and Seren: NCT's 99 line, best friends.

Liking Mark was a fresh feeling, no discomfort, no obvious blushes, no big butterflies either. No, liking Mark was being at peace. Being comfortable in his presence, hearing him sing, sharing smiles, doing mischief together, it all felt too good... almost like she was born for it.

And maybe she was born to love Mark, but in another life. Because on this one Mark Lee and Kang Sohee were just best friends. And although at nights she sometimes dreamed of his eyes, the same ones that hold thousands of stars, in the morning she reminded herself that nothing could change the friendship they had.

That's one of the reasons why she didn't do anything about it, that and because she didn't want to ruin all their efforts just for a crush.

It was difficult for her, because months passed and she kept thinking about him. Until eventually she stopped seeing him in a romantic way, his hugs stopped making her feel things (things you're not supposed to feel for a friend) and at night his eyes and laughter stopped appearing.

Now that time has passed, she realizes that staying best friends with him is a hundred times better than a possible relationship with him. And she prays, Oh, she prays that Mark Lee's future partner can love and appreciate him as much as he deserves... As much as she could have.

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—MOONBIN

❝ I enjoy our time together. And your laugh, your voice, your kisses. I enjoy you.

We may not be in love and that's okay for us.

Because what matters right now is that we're both having fun. ❞

public knowledge: private (only friends)

duration of relationship: march 2018 — april 2018

relationship: fling

current status: friends

their things: hanging out with friends, kisses, supporting each other, hugs

playlist: we are young by fun feat janelle monaé & locked out of heaven by bruno mars

They met at some awards and immediately they knew there was attraction, so they exchanged phone numbers and soon found themselves talking every single day.

They both knew what it was and what they wanted, to be young and have fun.

Those two months sometimes felt like an eternity, because they genuinely had a good time together. There was always fun, affection and, most importantly, sincerity.

They both knew it was meant to be over, so they enjoyed it.

Having fun with Moonbin felt like riding the drop tower: they weren't afraid of it, they just felt the adrenaline and fun you feel being up there in the air. But just as fast it goes up, it also goes down. And even though in the end you seem to want more, you know enough was enough.

—WOOSEOK

❝ I loved you as Icarus loved the sun — too close, too much. ❞

public knowledge: private for three months until their members found out

duration of relationship: july 2018 — january 2019

relationship: kind of dated, never really had a "tittle"

current status: acquaintances, they don't really talk anymore

their things: secret dates, midnight calls, back hugs, kisses

playlist: sweet creature by harry styles & the scientist by coldplay & the end of love by florence + the machine & it will rain by bruno mars

Kang Sohee and Jung Wooseok were never in love, but they might as well have been.

They met in mid-2018 thanks to a close friend, and the physical attraction was so immense that without thinking they both decided to give it a try. It was all very fast, but the result had been good. They were something, no tittle, yet they didn't care because they were okay with that.

Their relationship was like trying a new dish, they didn't know what to expect: they didn't know if it would be sweet or salty, everything was so different. But they had liked it. They spent a good time together, sometimes hiding from their members, it was a little secret that only the two of them knew.

They loved what they had. Midnight calls, secret dates, just sneaking around their members backs like that. It was exciting and fun. They were young people enjoying themselves.

Until it became real. Too real.

Suddenly they weren't just missing each other's presence, but they craved for their touch and kisses.

It was almost like an obsession. Every time they were together they felt intoxicated. They needed more, they wanted more.

And that wasn't healthy nor they where ready for that.

So, because they cared about each other, they put a stop to it. God knows that if they had stayed together, they would have burned.

—THE8

❝ The Ego asked:

'What is Love? It's too big of a word for me. I don't understand it at times.'

The Soul replied:

'If you understand Kindness

If you understand Respect

If you understand Acceptance

Then you will understand Love.' ❞

public knowledge: private (only members and close friends)

duration of relationship: december 2019 — present

relationship: acquaintances to friends to lovers

current status: in love, best friends

their things: nose, forehead and cheek kisses, showing her his art, painting together, taking pictures, listening to music, dedicating songs, slow dancing, hype man! hype woman!, writing songs about each other, domestic dates

playlist: love someone by lukas graham & ily by the rose & common by zayn & have you ever been in love? by the ivy & love somebody like you by joan & sunday morning by maroon 5 & natural by zayn

Falling for Xu Minghao was like breathing, so natural, so effortless, without realizing it.

They met in 2018 and for a year they were just acquaintances: their bandmate's friend. There were few interactions, maybe greetings and a few smiles. But when she has a very persistent Boo Seungkwan as her best friend, it was only a matter of time before she eventually became friends with the rest of them.

Being friends with Minghao is yellow, like observing the sunset. It's relaxing, enthusiastic, supportive, positivity, happiness...

It was an unexpected friendship but suddenly they were sharing songs, painting together and hanging out a lot more than with their original friends. Soft laughs, little jokes, looks full of adoration — it was so obvious that there was something there, they could feel it and everyone could see it. And still it took almost a year for them to take the risk. Was it really mutual or were they just imagining it?

He was the first to take the step, because even if it was all in his head at least he would be at peace knowing that he tried and didn't just let her go.

It was silly, really, how much they wanted to be together and how much they doubted.

Loving Minghao is comforting, honest, understanding, compassion, teamwork, sometimes overwhelming, and a new feeling that completely scares her because she has never been in love or in a serious relationship, yet she is sure of one thing: discovering those feelings with him was her best decision.

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[softiee-babyy]

IN MY BLOOD

Summary: The one where Y/N cheats on Shawn. And he gets really devastated and heartbroken. Shawn starts drinking a lot and starts sleeping with any random model every night to ease/ ignore his pain.

1.2k words.

P.S. This is my first time writing a fic on here. So pardon any mistakes. ❤

Finally, a sense of relief rushed through me as my world tour was finally over. I felt really relaxed cause at last now I’ll be getting more time to spend with my beautiful girlfriend y/n. As I was on my way to our shared apartment I started missing her more and more by every minute that passed. I wanted to see her, feel her, touch her, tease her, caress her and please her. Alas! The car stopped in front the huge multi story building in whose apartment me and y/n live. To say I was excited would be an understatement, I was feeling like kid whose parent bought him to a huge toy store and gave him the permission to buy anything. I exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist at the front of the lobby and patiently waited for an elevator. As I stepped in the elevator and it’s doors started closing a feeling a nervousness and excitement rushed through me, it’s been six months since I’ve seen my baby y/n . This is gonna be a surprise foe her, as I didn’t told her that I’m coming back today, I’m eagerly waiting to see her reaction to this surprise. Finally, the elevator stopped at the 27th floor and steeped out of it and started making my way to our apartment through the hallway.  I slowly inserted the key into the keyhole of our doorknob. I smoothly opened the door, and yelled “ I’M BACK HOME Y/N”

I expected her to run towards me as soon as she would’ve have heard this, but I didn’t saw her coming towards me at all. Instead I heard some noises, not normal sounds, those were of someone moaning, and those moans aren’t of someone else, they’re of y/n- I know this cause I could recognize her voice even from miles away- “Don’t worry shawn nothing’s wrong, she might just be pleasuring herself” my subconscious mind is telling me this . I don’t  know what to do, maybe she’s just enjoying herself, but what if she’s doing what a part of my mind is telling me that she’s doing. I finally mustered up some courage and made my way to our bedroom. I slowly turned the doorknob and braced myself for whatever’s gonna happen next. The door slowly opened to reveal me a sight which was more than heartbreaking for me. At first, I thought this is just an illusion and none of this is true but, There she was, my pretty y/n fucking another man on our bed, on which we used to make so much love and memories. She clearly hadn’t noticed me till now, cause if she would’ve, she’d clearly be jumping off that man and explaining to me the reasons of why she did, what she did.

Finally, her filthy little eyes-whom once were the most prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen- met mine. She did exactly what I thought she’d do, she jumped off of him, grabbed her clothes and started walking towards me with her head hanged low. She looked up at me with her teary eyes but she didn’t say anything instead she started crying, I almost got tempted to forgive her and wrap my arms around her tiny body, cause I can’t see her in pain. But I kept telling myself  that “it’s her fault”, “you did nothing wrong”, “she should be sorry” to keep me from losing my composure. Finally she spoke something, more like she whispered something, “Shawn I-“ , I quickly cut her off by saying ,”Save it”. She starts sobbing more harder and to be honest it kinda hurt me to see her like this, but it’s her fault, she bought this upon herself. “Shawn atleast please listen to me once”, she spoke in her tiny voice, “No I won’t, cause you’re the one who broke my trust, you cheated on me, and expect me to listen to you huh?” , “Shawn I had reasons”, “What reasons? Wasn’t I enough for you?” I firmly asked this question to her, but she didn’t answer, she just kept whimpering her sobbing. “Do not ever show me your dirty face ever again, we’re over, everything we had between us is over, I trusted and loved you with all my heart, but I never expected you to do something like this to me. I hope you enjoyed playing with my feelings. Have a great life ahead, but don’t expect me to be in it. Goodbye Y/N!” It took every ounce of strength that I had in me to say those words and to leave her fragile body sobbing on the doorway with that stranger still lying on our bed and walk out the room and apartment without ever looking back.

I walked out the building in pure rage, I was raged not because of y/n but because I started thinking myself as a lower person to that mediocre man whom y/n was cheating on me with. Thousands of questions were running through my mind and my blood was boiling. I don’t know what I was doing my body was not in control of my mind, I started running on the road ,to god knows where, I didn’t cared about any vehicles hitting me, cause the only thought that was going through my mind were about y/n. I almost got hit by a car but I didn’t cared, I kept on running, and screaming y/n’s name. Some fans noticed me and started running behind me, I somehow dodged them. But then suddenly I saw camera lights flashing at me, and there I saw dozens of paps surrounding me and taking pictures of me, asking me non-sense questions, I was not ready to answer any of them, so I pushed them all away. I don’t care what the headlines tomorrow are gonna be tomorrow, I just want to escape the terrible thing that I witnessed right now, I just wanna run away from this pain.

My mind was not working, my body was not in my control, and my heart was gone numb. I’m now at my house, I don’t know what to do, I’m just laying on my couch being all surrounded by alcoholic bottles, and thinking about how the love of my life betrayed me.

It’s been 3 weeks since y/n cheated on me, everyday felt the same, everything was blurry, y/n had called & texted me countless amount of time but I didn’t answered it, cause I didn’t had the strength to. All that my days were consisted of was drinking and hooking up with random models, it didn’t ease the pain but it most definitely made me ignore it. It still felt like a bad nightmare, but I had to accept the harsh reality. I still remember the day when I first met y/n. She accidently spilled her coffee on me and bought me a shirt in spite of me telling her no multiple times. Her cheekiness & down to earth nature attracted me towards her the most. And I was certain that it was love at first sight at least for me.

All thoughts about y/n were clouding my mind when the sound of my mobile phone’s ringtone interrupted my thought process. And It was who I expected it to be. MISS Y/N Y/L/N. I was confused on whether to pick up the call or decline it. After a few seconds of thinking, I finally decided to pick up the call.

Y/N: Hello, shawn…

 Hey! Thank you so much for reading this. I hope u liked it. Pardon my mistakes. Also sorry for the cliffhanger, but the rest of the story will be revealed in the next part 😊

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[mermaidsirennikita]

all of this talk about pr relationships, has there been any where u think it’s 100% fake?

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I think it's difficult to say, right? What counts as "real". I don't think people fooling around from time to time is necessary a real relationship, but some people might think that means something set up as PR means that it's actually happening. Even if you know that someone was bearding in retrospect--the "beard" doesn't always know they were bearding, and that doesn't preclude sexual activity. (Rock Hudson was with women for PR purposes, but he also slept with women from time to time. I'm not going to speculate on why, who knows what he would identify as today; but the point is that people often assume that Rock was gay, and that means he strictly slept with men, we know that he did sleep with women for whatever reason.)

I also think that very few relationships are what we consider true blue PR, in which people were COMPLETELY set up and agreed to a "contract" (listen... I'm sure such contracts exist... but I don't think there are many, nor do I imagine they're easy to legally enforce). I do think agents and publicists know each other and set celebs up thinking that they'd be good together, just like our friends set us regular people up with each other... It's just that there's a financial aspect to setting celebs up. There was definitely a time, imo, in which true blue PR was more common--even if they didn't always stay true blue PR. Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher's marriage was allegedly a PR thing, but obviously they had two children together and she was quite hurt when he left her for Elizabeth Taylor. It grew into an actual relationship, if not a very good one. I think that most of the truly crazy PR relationships today begin based on mutual interests but also at least some element of attraction.

I think Mickey Rooney has gone on the record as saying that nothing happened between him and Judy Garland, but the studios at the time put them together for PR purposes. That was a completely fake relationship.

I think Aaron Rodgers has.... some sketchy relationships. I'm not saying he and Shailene were never together, but I don't think that was something where they just magically met and realized that they both liked chewing clay instead of using toothpaste.

Bennifer 2.0 is PR lol. I mean, I'm sure they're fucking, but the timing of it all? He's still trying to come back from his divorce and be the Ben of yesteryear, the pap walks of Ana de Armas (they definitely used each other for PR as well, but I also think that was... a dumbass legit relationship) she's self-conscious about aging and being very publicly cheated on a million times by A-Rod. I think that relationship is pretty calculated.

Shawn and Camilla seemed like PR to me... But the degree to which they clung to it despite the negative reception makes me wonder if there was something real.

I think Travolta and Kelly Preston definitely got together through Scientology matchmaking, in an effort to quiet rumors about him. I don't want to speculate on people's sexuality very much, but I think Travolta hooking up with men is.... a fairly open secret? But that doesn't mean that he doesn't also like women, and I certainly think he *loved* Kelly, and vice versa--and they had kids together.

Tom Cruise had some PR relationships; I think his Penelope Cruz thing was a combo of PR/her being flattered by someone on his level wanting to be with her. And then she got wise to the Scientology thing and broke it off. I think there were agreements made with Katie Holmes, but she also was enamored of him--and I think she broke those agreements when she pulled off the divorce the way she did, because he was NOT expecting all of that.