#read the caption before being rude and commenting

[goryhorroor]

2010s horror girls

#there was so many to pick from but these are my favorite so sorry for not including anyone's favs #read the caption before being rude and commenting #horror #horror movies #ready or not #grace le domas #us #adelaide wilson #crimson peak #edith cushing #midsommar #dani #happy death day #tree gelbman #you're next #erin harson #escape room #zoey davis #as above so below #scarlett marlowe #the vvitch #thomasin #the cabin in the woods #dana polk #horroredit #moviesedit #filmedit #cinema #women in horror #horror women

[morganbritton132]

Can just picture Eddie posting videos from back in the 80’s and everyone going so wild thirsting for Steve that Eddie starts feeling some type of way even though that’s his husband lol

Eddie has never been insecure about his relationship.

Don’t get him wrong though.

It is annoying when you’re closeted in your hometown and have to watch girl after girl shoot their shot with your boyfriend. It is irritating when you take your boyfriend to his first gay club and every five minutes someone tries to interrupt you dancing with him to try to grind on your boyfriend. It is borderline rude when you’re married and on a date, and your waiter tries to slip your husband her phone number.

Eddie gets it – Steve is too hot for his own good – but he isn’t insecure.

He bagged Hawkins’ most eligible bachelor right after the worst week of his entire goddamn existence. Steve had a front row seat to a lot of his lowest of lows and still made out with him. Eddie had been happy to just fool around with his old high school crush but then Steve had to go pull the rug out front under him and get disowned for telling his parents that he was in love with him.

So, yeah.

There are always people thirsting after Steve but Steve Harrington wears his love so completely and openly in every ounce of his being that Eddie has never had any doubt who it’s directed towards. He is not insecure.

However.

Some of these people need to calm the fuck down.

Eddie posts a clip of Steve and Dustin bickering at each other from an old home video that he must’ve borrowed from Jonathan and forgot to give back. It from before Eddie’s time with the party.

The greater context of the video is that someone was throwing a going away party for Dustin before he left for summer camp, but it’s very clear that Steve did not know this when he walks into the house. He very clearly showed up post-workout.

In the clip, Steve is complaining about Dustin not telling him about the party and Dustin is telling him that he did tell him (“That’s not true. I told you to come here at six and bring me my flashlight. What else would I have meant?”). Eddie captioned it something like, “Some things never change.”

It’s a pretty innocuous video about two brothers giving each other a hard time but then if you read the comments, you will feel the need to go to church and repent. All the comments are about Steve’s spandex-y workout shorts. All the stitches are people trying to enhance screenshots of the video to see the outline of Steve’s dick, and really it’s – “Jesus H. Christ.”

Eddie ends up deleting the video because, “He’s seventeen in it, sickos.”

#most of the time someone will say something particularly thirsty about Steve and Eddie will be like: mood #someone in the comments of a live stream said they wanted to get dicked down by Steve and Eddie’s like ‘me too’ and ends the stream #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

[northsoulss]

I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

©️northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida psg #elisa de almeida fluff #elisa de almeida x reader #élisa de almeida #lgbtqia #woso #woso fluff #woso x reader #woso fanfics #wlw #wlw love #wlw post #psg #psg feminines x reader #psg feminines #psg women #psg football

[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part three

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + eventually smutty i wrote this before, but i'm rewriting it because i missed somethings. you can comment if you want to be added to a taglist :) thanks for reading!

masterlist x playlist

Lando has always been impulsive. When he was younger, he tried to control his impulses. Just like his parents told him to do. Since his successes in the racing world, he doesn’t try to control them anymore. His impulses make him stronger on the race track. He likes to say and do anything he wants without thinking about the possible consequences like hurting someones feelings. As if he cares about something like that. He’s aware that he turned a bit arrogant, but he blames his succes for that. Who wouldn’t be arrogant if they were him? Every girl wants to be with him and every guy wants to be him. He likes that. He knows he’s good looking and that the girls want him for his looks, money and fame. But he doesn’t care about that. He likes it most of the time to be himself. When he takes the time to overthink everything, he doesn’t know what to think about it. 

Sometimes he wondered how it would be if he was still in contact with his parents. Other times his friend Max tells him that he’s getting too arrogant and needs to think a bit more. He knows he has an attitude, but doesn’t that make him himself? Who would he be without his rude behavior? Lando doesn’t even know anymore. He does know that he doesn’t want to think about that. He likes himself. End of discussion. 

Lando knows that he’s one of the most hated guys in the motorsports right now. It’s hard to miss. Although he tells everyone that he doesn’t care about that, he sometimes finds himself thinking and caring about it. Sometimes he even thinks about bettering himself, but most of the time he doesn’t act any different. Until tonight. 

You have made an impact on him. It was an impulse to text you. After you saved his ass - by offering yourself, he felt the sudden urge to thank you. When he came home, he texted Christian for your number. When he didn’t respond quick enough, Lando called him awake. The short text conversation that he had with you, made him feel good. Of course Lando is well aware about that being a bad sign. He can’t even remember the last time he felt good after texting with someone. He keeps telling himself that he only likes it because you talk back to him. It’s been a while that a girl was actually honest with him. 

He can tell himself that, but deep down he knows it can be more. He just hopes that it’s not.

Lando can’t sleep. He decides to search for your Instagram. It’s not hard to find. Lando barely uses Instagram anymore. His notifications are making him crazy, just like his DMs. In the end he handed over his login to some mediaperson from McLaren, who passed it on to someone at RedBull. He cringes if he sees his own posts. Lando takes his time to look at the photos you have posted. He notices you post a lot. He reads your captions, cringes a bit at the sponsored posts but he secretly love the real captions you post. Before he knows it he’s many years into your Instagram feed. 

Lando smiles when he reads the caption you once posted after your brother won his first formula one championship. Now he thinks about his new teammate, he regrets how he acted towards him. Maybe Max and him could have gotten along if he tried a bit harder in the beginning. It often surprises Lando how much he has in common with his teammate. He discards the thoughts and scrolls further. 

He notices all your highlights on your profile as well. There are many of them. Without even thinking about it, Lando watches all of them. Because of those highlights he finds out that you’re having a free year after graduating from your study. Apparently you’re spending the whole year visiting races with Max. Lando likes that idea. It means he will see a lot of you this year. After watching all of your highlights he decided to follow you. 

He scrolls a bit on his Instagram feed. It’s full with photos of you now. It doesn’t take long for him to be distracted. He sees your name popping up on his screen with a new text notification. 

Y/N: should I feel honored to be one of the twenty people you follow on Instagram?

Lando can’t help himself and laughs at your text. It seems like he isn’t the only one with an attitude. 

Lando: I think you should

Y/N: I think you want to fight with my brother again

Y/N: he’ll notice this soon enough and will question you about it

Lando: so?

Y/N: don’t make him mad on purpose by using me pls

Lando: i just wanted to follow you princess

Lando: no secret agenda 

Y/N: okay, but Max will still question you about this

Lando: I’ll just tell him that I like to follow hot girls ;)

Y/N: that’s even more stupid

Y/N: but thanks x

Lando smiles at his phone. 

Y/N: how did you get my number Lando?

Lando: goodnight princess

Y/N: ur annoying

Lando: goodnight princess xx

Y/N: fy

Lando: gladly ;)

Lando keeps smiling at his phone. He feels stupid because of it. You don’t react anymore. He gets it, his last message might have been a bit bold. It was the truth however. He would gladly fuck you. Maybe then you would get out of his system. He knows it isn’t a solution. And to be fair, now that he thinks about it. You would probably never get out of his system when he can fuck you. Lando imagines you standing in that short white dress. Why did you wear white? The innocent color makes him feel all kind of things. He tries to shake off his thoughts, but can’t succeed. Mindlessly he scrolls on his Instagram feed again. He refreshes it. 

A new photo of you pops up on his feed. Oh for fucks sake. It’s a picture of you in that godsaken white dress. He takes his time to look at the picture. Since when has a simple picture this much influence on him? Lando decides to leave a comment on your post. He comments a simple heart eyed emoji. After that he puts his phone away and tries to fall asleep. 

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When Lando wakes up the following morning, he first looks at his phone. Why does he have this many texts? He also notices a lot of Instagram notifications. Didn’t he put them out? He sighs. Firstly he looks at the different texts he has gotten. 

Max Verstappen: Don’t use Y/N to annoy me. Leave her out of this.

Christian Horner: Online meeting with Max & me at 13:00. I’ll send you the Zoom link.

Social media manager: This is why you don’t do your socials yourself!

Social media manager: Please don’t let the internet think that you’re dating Y/N

Dating Y/N? Is this because of his simple comment? Lando sighs. He actually doesn’t get social media anymore. It was just a comment. Not some love declaration. He notices that you have also text him, the only text he’s actually excited for.

Y/N: you’re such an idiot that it’s actually funny

He’s quick to respond to you. 

Lando: What did I cause? 

While waiting on your reaction, he checks his Instagram. He sees over a thousand notifications and the most of them are all from his reaction under your post. Was his comment so weird? He reads some of the comments underneath his own. 

User1: ariana whatcha doing here?

User2: ooeeh what if they’re dating and that’s why Max doesn’t like him???

↳ User3: ur delulu 

User4: she’s too ugly for Lando

User5: why is everyone so obsessed over this???

↳ user6: because Lando never uses his insta

↳ user7: he never leaves a comment 

↳ user8: so this must mean something :))

User9: jealous

User10: first he pushes his new teammate off track and now he flirts with his sister, poor Max

↳ user11: this season of DTS is going to be insane!

Since when is Instagram like this? Lando has no clue what is happening. About what are all those comments talking? He just wanted to get a bit of your attention with his comment. Not the attention of the whole world. Lando closes the app and opens his messages again. He’s right on time to see your text pop up. Before answering you, he sends a thumbs up to Christian his message. He ignores Max and his social media manager. 

Y/N: i already thought you didn’t understand instagram anymore lol

Y/N: your fangirls are monitoring everything you do on your socials

Y/N: so the fact that you’re commenting for the first time in months (?) means something to them

Lando: oh fuck

Y/N: ur an idiot

Y/N: succes with my brother and christian

Lando: thanks princess x

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Lando is glad that his meeting with Christian and Max is online this time. Max looks like he’s ready to fight with him again. He’s surprised Christian doesn’t ask any questions about his nose, which is a bit bruised up since yesterday night. Maybe Max already informed him. He wouldn’t be surprised, Max and Christian are like a father and son. Christian spend his time by lecturing Lando about how to use Instagram and what impact a comment can make. Lando bites back his tongue sometimes. He nods like a schoolboy at everything Christian says. Later Christian informs him over the online harassment girls have to deal with when they’re linked to a formula one driver. This time Lando is actually paying attention. He never knew about all this hate on those innocent girls. He wonders what this will mean for you. Is your inbox already full with all kind of terrible messages? Hateful messages about his comment? Lando starts to feel guilty of his impulse action. Without asking it, Max already answers his question. 

“Y/N her phone is blowing up because of this,” Max states annoyed, “I told her to ignore the messages, but I don’t know if she listens. This is all because of you Lando!”

Without thinking about it, Lando responds truthfully to Max. “Fuck,” he sighs, “I didn’t know about any of this. I’m sorry. I just wanted to leave a comment.”

“Why did you even want to leave a comment?” Christian asks, “I thought you didn’t like her.”

“Yeah, is this to annoy me? Because you really need to leave her out of that,” Max adds angrily. 

Lando sighs. He thinks about a good reason to justify his comment, but he can’t make one up. He just thought you looked hot in the picture. He still thinks so. He just wanted a bit of your attention. Is that so bad?

“I thought it was a nice photo,” Lando eventually says.

“Since when do you even follow her?” Max questions, “And why do you follow her?”

“Yeah, you don’t even follow me,” Christian adds. 

Lando feels himself getting annoyed. “I like to follow hot girls,” he states annoyed, “and you’re not a hot girl Christian. Be glad I follow the RedBull teampage.” 

Max starts to look even more angrily. Christian just sighs defeated. Before Max can say anything, Christian speaks up again. 

“Listen boys, if you both keep behaving like this things won’t work,” he explains, “We need to fix this tension between the two of you.” Neither of them say anything back to Christian. Max is still sending angry glances through his webcam. Lando is pretty sure they’re meant for him. “I chose you Lando because you can challenge Max, but this isn’t what I meant with challenging. I don’t even know how everything went this wrong. You two have a lot in common, just act friendly with each other and you will notice soon enough.” 

Max sighs defeated. “I’ll try,” he says, “but you need to leave my sister alone. I don’t want her to be dragged into this mess and I certainly don’t want you to hurt her. I know your reputation Norris.”

Lando almost confesses that Y/N is different from any other girl. This isn’t some meaningless flirt with even more meaningless sex. He’s actually interested in the sister of his teammate, but now doesn’t seem the right moment to confess something like that. So he keeps his mouth shut. 

“She’s always with you, it’s hard not to speak to her you know,” Lando states eventually, “and if I need to get closer to her, I’ll probably get closer to her as well.”

“That’s right Max,” Christian agrees with Lando.

“Just don’t see her as another one night stand girl,” Max mutters, “and please don’t try to date her.”

“I don’t see her like that,” Lando confesses, “and I promise you I won’t use her and won’t hurt her. But I can’t make any promises about dating.”

Max lets out a big sigh, but nods defeated. 

“I’ll find you when you do hurt her,” Max threatens. 

“I think I’ll find myself first,” Lando mutters. He doesn’t even know why he said something like that, but he feels the truth in his own words. Where is this feeling coming from? Max seems interested in his answer as well. Before he can question anything, Christian talks again and ends the meeting. 

part four

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fanfiction #lando norris imagine #ln4 #formula one #f1 #lando norris imagines

[hoodharlow]

Superstar

AN: Miriam is now a three time Grammy award-winner <3

Requested? No

Warnings: Jack being unserious, rude people in the comments

Word Count: n/a

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@'mdm: 3rd time on SNL, 1st as a performer. Can't wait for y'all to hear the rest of the Last Dance soundtrack on March 9th 🥺 HUGE ty to THEE Emmy and Golden Globe award-winning Ayo for being the most talented human ever. It was privilege to be at your side. Also need your cover of No Air on spotify ASAP

@'medegutierrez: and just like that she beat the can't dance allegations 🦦

-> @'jackharlow: someone had to say and I'm glad it wasn't me

@'ayoedebiri: big slay

-> @'mdm: ilysmmmm

@'zendaya: okayyyy 😍

@'haileybieber: you're incredible 🥰

@'bellahadid: IT girl

@'miriamfan: she's THAT bitch

@'jackharlowstan: don't ask me the color of ANYTHING

@'kehlani: try these moves on 😍😍😍

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Miriam via Instagram Stories

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@'claybornharlow: a song I worked on with my big sis and @lukehemmings won a Grammy today. It was a huge honor to be a part of this. Thank you to Miriam for believing in me as a producer and collaborator. Can't wait to see what the rest of the night has in store for you. Here's Miriam in the studio when we made this

@'jackharlow: now you made Miriam cry

@'mdm: akdghfjskskshdjsksks 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺 ilysm Clay. I wouldn’t have won if it weren't for you and Luke. Without you two, there wouldn't be What I Was Made For 💓💗💕

@'lukehemmings: proud of us

@'barbiemovie: this Ken is a Grammy winning producer

@'monetmitchell: my faves 💓 proud of you babyyy

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@'mackupdates: Miriam on her Instagram Stories. She's so funny I can't. And before y'all start, her movie is premiering at SXSW and she's been calling it her baby since she's announced it.

@'mdmxjh: y'all think this is how they announce their pregnancy?

-> @'miriamfan: you really think Jack and Miriam would announce they're having a kid? Plus if the baby was due in March she'd be huge as hell.

-> @'miriamstan: read the caption, I beg you

@'jackstan: of course this would be how she reacts to winning a Grammy lol

@'miriamhater: nepotism wins again 😒

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@'mdm: no words :')

@'katdominguez: go baby sister

@'josephdominguez: 🥺

@'jackharlow: 3 holes for 3 Grammys 👉🏼👈🏼

-> @'mdm: how if you only have 2 holes and 0 Grammys 🤔

-> @'lilnasx: get him again for me

@'alinahunter: you deserved this 🥺

@'saintclauds: that's my bestirini 🥰🥰🥰

@'victoriamonet: proud of you

-> @'mdm: no, I'm proud of YOU 🥺🥺🥺

@'theestallion: EXACTLYYYY

@'claybornharlow: we did that 🤞🏻

-> @'lukehemmings: 🤞🏻

@'miriamhater: Ariana Grande deserved

-> @'miriamfan: she wasn't even nominated 😭

@'antimiriam: nepotism can only take you so far

-> @'mackaremyparents: I mean she's literally one award from winning an EGOT, directed & produced & created the soundtrack for her own movie, and is doing her masters. Your faves could never!

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Jack via Instagram Stories

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@'jackharlow: my three time award-winning superstar

@'mdm: why would you post this! Of all pictures from today you post the one of me reading Clay's post

-> @'jackharlow: don't you have homework to finish?

-> @'mdm: I literally finished before the plane took off

-> @'8amclassmate: fuck now I gotta do the reading

@'lilnasx: MOTHER

@'rapfan: imagine your bitch winning before you. I'd dump that hoe because she can't embarrass me like that

@'jackfanbutmiriamhater: oh I hate this for him. He deserves someone how won't outshine him. Miriam is always doing way too much and it sucks that she wrote Jack's brother in her schemes 😒

@'jackharlow: y'all are mad annoying. It's not a fucking competition for me and Miriam. As her partner, I know the hard work she puts and she deserves this and more

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No more taglist :)

#jack harlow #jack and miriam #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow insta au #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow oneshot

[coolbanana44]

Hello I just read The Curse, I loved it, would you be up for doing a part 2 please? Maybe where the rest of the grid find out why Charles retired his car, a time jump her going to the next race and all the fans seeing what happened ect and Charles being a protective boyfriend?

The Curse Pt. 2 - C.L

AN: My first request! I am very happy you guys are liking my writing! I am thinking of maybe writing a Steve Harrington x reader next, so I would be grateful for ideas and what you would like to see! Thank you guys so much for the love!

The formula 1 world was going crazy about why Charles would retire his car and leave the race in a frenzy. Charles didn’t want the world to know yet that his girl was in a car wreck, he wanted to protect you from the world until you were better, knowing that mean and rude comments would happen. But you thought that eventually word would go around and you didn’t want his fans being left in the dark, so you convinced him to post something about what had happened once you were out of the hospital.`

You had been doing great and you can thank Charles for that as he was there everyday motivating you and helping you to get out of the small hospital bed. He would walk with you to the cafeteria to get food and would even help you in the shower since your arm was broken. He was truly the man you adored. When you heard that he had retired the car and rushed straight to you, your heart swelled and you couldn’t believe that he would do that for you, but a small part of you felt guilty and sad that he didn’t finish his home race. He assured you and smothered you in kisses and told you he would do it another 100 times for you, but joked and said he hopes this doesn’t happen again. 

Today was the day you can get out of the hospital and thankfully you were discharged on a Tuesday so you had a day at home in your apartment with Charles before you had to leave for Spain the next day for the race. Once Charles guided you into bed and made sure you took your painkillers, you and Charles decided it was time to tell the fans. So Charles took a picture of you both and posted the picture on Instagram with the caption, Hey guys, I know a lot of you are wondering what happened this past race. Y/N was in an accident on her way to the track and they had to rush her to emergency surgery, but thankfully the doctors did an amazing job and were able to help mon ange. She was discharged today and is doing great! She also convinced me to bring her to Spain, so if you see her there please be gentle! Thank you! You hit him on the arm when you read the last part, laughing at his protectiveness.

“Gotta make sure no one hurts you mon amour.” He was very sincere. 

After the post, you and Charles got a lot of calls from the other drivers, well more like the girlfriends called you and the drivers called Charles. After everyone’s words of love and happiness that you were okay, Charles decided to cook you his famous pasta. You thought this was the perfect time to check how the post was doing. One of your weaknesses was reading every single comment on any post Charles makes with you in it. You would think after you and Charles have been dating for 2 years you would learn not to take what other people would say or think at heart. You started reading the comments, some rude saying why would Charles give up a race for her, or with all the bruises she's even more ugly. But you tried to divert your focus on all the positive comments, Happy you are okay Y/N, Hoping for a speedy recovery. It was nice to know some fans cared and even supported your relationship. 

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Charles and you decided it would be best if you stayed at the hotel for practice and qualifying to save your strength for race day. And after 4 days of staying in a way too fancy hotel with Lorenzo and Arthur being your only source of entertainment you were so glad to be out of that bed and stepping into the Paddock with Charles hand tightly wrapped around your one good hand. He was nervous having you here, worried that you would injure yourself further with anything and everything. If someone was walking too close on your right, he would ask the person to give you some room. If saw you wince while walking he would slow down and ask you if you wanted a wheelchair. You would tell him you were just a little sore and that you weren’t a baby. You were starting to get a little annoyed with  him being overprotective, but you wouldn’t tell him that as you know you would be the same way if it was the other way around. 

You guys were in the garage getting ready for the race. The engineers were running tests on the car when Charles brought you over to his brothers. 

“Alright I need to be in the car in five minutes, you two are in charge of Y/N. She has her medication in her purse, make sure she takes it in 30 minutes. If she needs anything, get it for her”. His brothers just nodded, but you snapped.

“Charles, I can take care of myself.” You didn’t want it to come out as rude, but you just needed a little break from him babying you. You instantly apologized.

“I’m sorry I-.” He cut you off

“It’s okay mon amour I understand.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead. You smiled and leaned into the kiss.

“Now I need that lucky handshake.” He said as he laughed. You finish the handshake, say you good luck and love you and he was off. 

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Charles crossed the finish line in first and you couldn’t help yourself from screaming and jumping up and down, celebrating with everyone in the garage. You rushed with everyone to the gate just wanting to give him a kiss. Everyone was nice enough to give you space at the front of the gate (or just scared that Charles would be angry if you squished), and you all watched as Charles parked at the 1st place spot and jumped out of the car and ran over to you. He immediately gave you a kiss and hugged you over the gate, being careful not to squish you too tight. He whispered in your ear. 

“You are my good luck charm mon ange. This race is for you.” 

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc fluff #f1 imagine #f1 fic

[starlightandfairies]

Insecure nights ~Austin Butler~

Description: The reader isn't really too great, her self-esteem is very low and Austin reassures her that she is gorgeous and that she needs to look after herself.

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, low self-esteem, body issues, social media bullying, rude fans

Key: POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,184

*Please know that you all are gorgeous no matter what you look like, I've been feeling insecure lately so I've just written this and I hope you know that you're insecurities do not define you. Have a lovely day.*

Being Austin's girlfriend was great, he was the best guy that you could ever hope for and he was everything that you needed in the relationship. Like all people, you were insecure, though, you had your moments where you felt so confident and loved yourself for your body that you were happy to be existing just as you were. It all came crashing down though, one day you're minding your own business and you're scrolling through social media and you come across a photo that some random took of you and Austin out in public where Austin's mid-spin with you in his arms as he hugs you. 

The caption was supportive of you and your relationship, reading: 

Look how cute they both are! You can really tell Austin loves her 

It always made you smile knowing that there were fans that were supportive of your relationship and tried to defend you both when mean comments popped up but this time, it got under your skin. 

She seriously needs to lose weight

I love her, she's so pretty and so sweet 

Look at his arms, you can tell he's struggling to hold her up 

Does Austin hate seeing her acne? Because I do 

She's gorgeous, she shouldn't be dealing with you assholes.

I saw a beach photo the other day and her stretch marks were fucking hideous -#Ihatestretchmarks. 

You fell into a cycle, you were trapped and you couldn't get out of it, couldn't stop reading all these awful things. You felt sick as all your insecurities were being judged and picked on. You snapped out of your thoughts as a door slammed closed, you dropped your phone on the bed and quickly placed a smile on your lips before you walked over to investigate what happened. 

"Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to scare you. The wind picked up and got the door." Austin walked over to you, a charming smile on his lips as he embraced you in his warm arms. Austin rested a kiss on your forehead, then caught your lips in his, you smiled against his lips and stared at him with a gentle look in your eyes. 

"Doesn't bother me any, just glad it's you." He smiled at you, staring at you with an amused glint in his eyes and rested another kiss on your lips before taking a breath. 

"I'm gonna have a shower, we can watch some movies afterwards, okay?" You simply nodded, smiling lightly as he rested one final kiss on your forehead and walked to your shared bedroom. You walked to the living room and started picking out some movies to choose from, giving Austin the chance to what he wanted to watch instead of just giving him a sappy rom-com. 

Austin walked over to you, he wrapped his arms around you, pulled your back against his chest and leaned down to rest a kiss on your cheek. 

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" 

"I'm feeling fine, how about you?" Austin turned you around, he rested a kiss on your lips and crouched down to stare at you. He led you over to the couch, gave you reassuring smile and held your hands in his. 

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" 

"Nothing is going on." You lied. 

"I love you and I know you. I know when something is on your mind and I've seen that look before. I don't want this to become something that hurts you, you're my girl and I love you. I don't want to see you hurting." 

"It's getting into my head again, I hate feeling like this, I hate not thinking I'm pretty and I hate that those assholes can get to me when they don't know me and I don't know them." Austin rested a hand on top of his, you stared at him and sniffled as he wiped away a tear that fell from your eye. 

"Darling, you're absolutely gorgeous, they don't know what they're fucking talking about." 

"Sometimes... sometimes I feel that I'm not pretty enough for you or good enough." Austin grabbed your hands, staring you deep in the eye. 

"You're fucking stunning, darling, don't think that you're not. You're more than good enough for me and you're always the prettiest girl in the room. My eyes are always on you and you're always got this lovely glow about you. You're gorgeous, you're beautiful. These insecurities of yours, I'm sorry they get you down and I'm sorry that these awful people think that they have the right to hurt you with them." Austin took a breath, bringing you closer to him and cradled you close to his chest. 

"You don't think I'm too big, or my acne is ugly or my stretch marks make you embarrassed to be seen with me when we're at the beach or the pool?" Austin shook his head, bringing your eyes to meet his and smiled at you. 

"I think you're perfect, I think you're gorgeous and you're not 'too' big, you're perfect just the way and I love you. This acne, it's normal, you're human. Humans have these things, I love them because it shows how real you are and I think it's actually really cute. These stretchmarks, I love tracing over these when we're cuddling, you always smile and sometimes it turns into a tickle fight and I love having these with you. Darling, you're gorgeous and I love you with my entire heart. I'm sorry that people aren't treating you right and I hope you know that whenever you feel like this you can talk to me." 

A smile formed on your lips, Austin smiled with you and rested a kiss on your forehead. Austin flopped on the couch, you still in his arms and rested your head on his chest. 

"You're not uncomfortable?" 

"Not at all, I promise you, sweetheart." The shorts you were wearing were pyjama shorts, Austin slowly started tracing patterns on your skin, near your hip and trailing down a little lower to get the ends of the stretchmarks. 

"You're gorgeous, I love you, I love you so much." He whispered watching as you just put something on and snuggled in closer to be held tighter by him. Austin hated seeing you feel so down, hated that these people who knew nothing about you treated you with insults and made you feel like shit and you were the greatest thing that had come into his life and he didn't want you to feel like you weren't pretty enough or good enough. 

"I love you, thank you." You whispered. 

"What are you thanking me for, darling?" 

"You just no what to say to make me feel better." 

"I mean them all." 

"I know you do. I love you so much." 

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[takecareluv]

a fic based off the song he’s mine by mokenstef?

a.n. i’ve had this song stuck in my head ever since i saw this request. i think i’ve annoyed everyone around me with it haha anyway, i hope you like it! mwah 🤍☺️

sorry but he’s mine || vinnie hacker x reader

after close to a year of being together, you and vinnie finally became public. while some fans were extremely happy for you both, having speculated that you two had been together way before you announced it. others were not too thrilled to see the internet’s boyfriend officially taken of the market.

having been in the public eye for quite some time, you were used to all the hate that came along with it. so the abundance of rude comments that surfaced from the news of your relationship didn’t faze you much. you typically ignored the comment section all together, not even taking note of what a bunch of strangers had to say about you.

what you did notice, however, was the surge of posts, ranging from tiktok videos to twitter threads, showing supposed screenshots of dm’s and text messages between vinnie and the girls who post it.

you mainly ignored them, knowing they were all fake and made by some jealous fans trying to break you and vinnie up.

it was quite sad, you thought, how far these people would go just to ruin a relationship between two people so clearly in love.

but it didn’t really bother you all that much. these girls could muster up all the fake conversations they wanted, at the end of day vinnie was yours, and a silly little post was going to change that.

it wasn’t until you were scrolling through your fyp one afternoon and saw a video of a girl you knew vinnie had a past with trying to make it seem like he was still in love with her, that you got slightly more agitated.

really? now one of his little ex flings not even girlfriend, is trying to break y’all up. when was it going to end? you thought to yourself. can’t these people just let us be happy.

you never wanted to respond publicly to any of the hate, knowing it would just add to the fire, but now you were feeling petty.

vinnie told you all about how horribly this girl treated him, like he was some prize for her use and exploit. how she tried to ruin his career after he finally found the courage to end things with her. and how she continued to harass him months after things were done between them.

with that being said, you were not going to let her get away with the tiktok she made full of lies. especially after reading the plethora of comments believing and supporting her. oh hell no.

one thing about you, is you were protective of the people you loved, especially your boyfriend.

you wanted your response to be subtle. you were a classy bitch after all. you didn’t want to call her out directly, but you wanted to send a message. vinnie is yours and will forever be yours, no matter how hard she tried to split you up.

-

later that night, vinnie returned from the warehouse looking mighty fine in his wife beater and grey sweats. you were instantly on top of him, telling him how good he looked and how much you missed him.

things escalated quickly from there, i mean you couldn’t help it your boyfriend was hot. and an hour and multiple rounds later you laid in bed exhausted and sore.

you were ready to fall asleep, but before you did, you grabbed your phone, pulling up the tiktok app to begin recording a video.

the video showed you and vinnie in bed with nothing but the sheets covering you. you both looked sweaty with messy hair and tired eyes, clearly fucked out. you began lip-syncing to the song that played in the background as vinnie cuddled closer to you, placing a kiss to your neck.

he’s mine.

you may of had him once,

but i got him all the time.

as soon as the you finished recording, you immediately posted it, not bothering to add a caption.

that should get the message across.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader

[miya-y]

Rain Dumplings is angry - Bakugou, grateful.

A short story where Bakugou is being shunned by the media and you impulsively post something in his defense.

Black Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

English is not my first language. If something is wrong, blame the translator, please.

Fem!Reader but sometimes different pronouns appear in the translation, so forgive me (English is kind of confusing for me, really)

that's it, have fun.

I got the image from pinterest, credits to the artist <3

“Hey Dumplings, have you seen Uravity's new accessories collection yet? I bought the Saturn set and I feel like the most adorable person in the entire universe.”

The caption accompanied the photo of him with the aforementioned set of necklace and earrings, in pink, contrasting with his black skin. Your curly hair was tied up in a poorly improvised bun, but you didn't care.

You had a somewhat well-known profile. When he first came to Japan a few years ago, it was a bit difficult to get used to everything. Culture, Language, behaviors… everything was so different! The only thing you could hold onto to maintain normalcy was hero merchandise. There was some feeling of “safety” when you wore a hero-themed outfit. Just your emotion, maybe, but being connected to some hero symbol made you feel like you could take on the whole world and win.

Uravity's merchandise was special, mostly galaxy-themed, always full of planets, stars and the signature pink of the pro hero. They were cute and well, you liked cute things.

“Miya”, as your account was known, was one more escape from all the tiring routine you established after graduating. Her job was demanding and living alone was… lonely. Creating an account on a social network to share about your passion for heroes and everyday silliness was just an idea, but it ended up flowing and you enjoyed interacting with the audience 一 even if it was very small.

But well, you didn't want it to be big. You liked to give your unfiltered opinions and a large audience meant a lot of people would come to comment negative things, and negatively enough your job and your boss, you don't need that shit anymore.

After posting the photo, you started scrolling through the feed, reading a few news stories. One of them caught your eye. A company was suing Pro Hero Dynamighty for moral damages after he shouted… inappropriate things at a journalist in a live interview. You frowned, seeing the comments criticizing #2, and decided to go watch the original video before commenting anything.

Shit.

But what daughter of a…

Of course he would curse her! How dare she?!

You didn't even give much thought to your actions as you wrote a huge piece and published it furiously. Well, it was those impulsive decisions you were always grateful for not being well known for.

一 Argh! It almost ruined my appetite. No more cell phones for today, seriously. 一 You grumbled, hanging up the phone and placing it on the dresser next to the bed, before taking out Uravity's set and putting it away. 一 What do I order for dinner?

一 o0o 一

一 Dude! This is so manly! Hey Bakubro, you have to read this!

Katsuki's look was enough for Eijiro to know that if he handed over his cell phone, the blonde would blow it up in his face.

The backlash from the interview case had completely ruined Katsuki's mood. To make matters worse, the Agency decided to remove him from his activities while the matter was resolved, putting him in a damn office. Kirishima didn't blame his friend. He often commented that Bakugou could be a little more gentle in interviews, even though the blonde hates participating in them. But this time, he understood.

Mentioning the war against All For One was practically a Taboo when interviewing any of the heroes who participated in it. But that woman was insisting, even too much. No wonder Bakugou exploded with her. But unfortunately, all people were seeing was that Dynamighty was rude, boorish, and a pro hero who yelled at "innocent women" on TV.

The public was driven by the media and the media hated Katsuki. He was always rivaled with #1, Deku, and tried to make him the opposite of the One for All user. A ridiculous thing, since both were friends, but unfortunately, many people believed.

一 Eiji! I saw what you sent me! 一 Ashido burst into the office, with an excited smile 一 Finally someone with common sense! I could kiss this girl when I see her.

一 What the hell are you talking about now, Raccoon Eyes? Better get the Shit Hair and get the hell out of here!

一 Blasty, you need to read this 一 Ashido didn't have the same sense of survival as Eijirou, but to his credit, his phone didn't get blown up 一 A hero fan profile commented on his interview! And it's supporting you, Bakubaby! Also, a lot of people have shared it and now it looks like we can finally get this damn company back.

Bakugou arched an eyebrow.

一 Send me this. And get out of my office.

一 Right, right 一 Mina nodded with a smile, fiddling with her phone and then pulling a reluctant Kirishima out of the room 一 See you later, Blasty!

With the door closed, Bakugou was finally able to enjoy the silence. The last week had been hell. He wanted to blow up that damn company for screwing him over like that. Everything was so tiring in the hero's life and he still has to deal with idiotic people who try to gain profit and fame off of him.

A notification on his phone wakes him up, and on the screen, he sees a message from Ashido:

"Se você não visualizar logo, eu estarei de volta lá!"

一 Tch, that idiot.

Bakugou unlocked the phone and opened the message. There was a link and he clicked on it and was taken to his profile.

一 Rain Cookies. What a shitty name.

He looked at the profile picture. You're cute, he had to admit. The curly hair framing the round face, the wide smile and closed eyes. He swallowed the next statement, though. He wasn't thinking you were cute, shit.

“Eu estava assistindo ao vídeo da entrevista original com Dynamighty e uau! Eu queria dizer sinceramente que ele tem todo o meu apoio. Quer dizer, garota? Você nem deveria estar neste trabalho de merda. Pessoas como você deveriam estar em uma grande lixeira, isso mesmo. Qualquer um tem acesso aos vídeos de guerra All for One, caramba. Se você quer saber mais sobre isso, procure, seu idiota. Ainda não acredito que você fez uma pergunta tão estúpida como "Qual foi o seu sentimento ao acordar e saber que um herói deu a vida para salvá-lo?" ou “Como foi morrer enquanto lutava contra o maior vilão que a Era das Peculiaridades já enfrentou?”

“EI SEU ESTÚPIDO! DEIXE-ME LEMBRAR QUE ERAM APENAS CRIANÇAS! Dynamighty tinha apenas dezesseis anos quando toda essa merda aconteceu. E você quer saber qual foi o sentimento dele? Não consigo entender que tipo de pessoa pergunta sobre o sofrimento alheio só para ganhar um pouco de fama. Vou gravar a cara dele porque se eu te ver na rua eu mesmo te dou um soco. Isso vale para qualquer jornalista ou pessoa que se atreva a perguntar ou lembrar da guerra para algum dos heróis, você é um lixo, fedorento e mimado. Não humano. Eles já sofreram o suficiente e certamente carregarão cicatrizes eternas em seus corações e corpos por causa do que o All for One fez. Eles não precisam de ninguém para lembrá-los do que aconteceu."

“Incluindo sobre Dynamighty. Vocês podem reclamar da personalidade dele mas nunca tentaram entender né? Apesar de sua grosseria, ele nunca foi desrespeitoso com ninguém mais velho. Você não o verá xingando em suas entrevistas ou programas infantis, ou gritando com pessoas aleatórias. Se você quer algo macio e fofo, ótimo, concentre-se em pessoas fofas e fofas. Não tente impor aos outros a imagem que você acha ideal. Dynamighty é um incrível herói profissional que salvou inúmeras vidas e derrotou mais vilões do que qualquer outro herói. Não serão vocês, seus merdas, que irão derrotá-lo. Lutou muito para chegar até aqui. Pare de ficar no caminho dele."

Oh shit.

Bakugou didn't even realize he was holding his breath as he read the huge text the girl posted. The air left slowly when he finished reading, still processing everything. Someone understood. Someone who didn't even know him personally, who wasn't part of his friends or family, was fiercely defending him on a random social network. For the first time that week, he felt his mood improve considerably.

Looking at the likes and comments, Bakugou saw that many people were sharing. He grunted when he saw that his parent company's official profile had shared it as well. It had definitely been Mitsuki, because along with the share, there was a comment: “If I see this motherfucker on the street, I'll punch her too. Thank you for looking beyond what the damn media is saying @raincookies”

He had to remind his mother that the company profile should not be confused with her personal profile. But a slight smile sprouted on his lips as he reread the comment from the blonde who was identical to him.

Clicking on his profile again, Bakugou didn't even realize what he was doing before he actually realized what he was doing. In the private chat, not caring if it was his official account, he left a message, small and simple, but that really expressed what he was feeling at that moment.

"Thank you."

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[unfortunatelyilikebnha]

Ok now that I’m thinking abt it cfv cast social media headcanons if cfv was set a little closer to now than 2011:

Aichi: he has Instagram but mostly to follow Kai (who didn’t actually accept his follow request until like the end of season 1 lmao) and Misaki and all his other friends rather than out of a particular desire to post pictures himself. It’s a private account and he posts when the mood strikes him, with content wildly varying from like pictures with friends to cute animals to cool new vanguard cards to food that was particularly good. Has Snapchat because Kamui bugged him about it and mostly uses it for streaks (but he forgets a lot & kamui’s like BROTHER AICHIIIIIIII :( OUR STREAK :( ).

Kai: Instagram. It’s also a private account, and for a while he just had 2 followers (Ren and Tetsu), then after their fallout he blocked Ren and Tetsu but Miwa bugged him into accepting his request (though he didn’t really post during that time just used it to observe), then after s1 he finally accepted more of his friends’ follow requests. Eventually he starts posting food he made & ofc his favorite kagero units (& maybe his friends. Occasionally. He’s not big on writing captions though). I can also see him having a Twitter where people try to antagonize him & he roasts the shit out of them (Kamui is constantly in his mentions trying to start shit, at first out of genuine dislike - he gets blocked for a while because of this - but then just for fun. Kai still blocks him every so often, and/or occasionally plays along and snipes back with some rude comment, but it’s mostly to annoy him back rather than out of genuine malice. Mostly. He does enjoy being an asshole to Kamui though). Has Snapchat but pretty much only opens it when Aichi sends him something (Ren likes to send him a million snaps chronicling his whole day to annoy him so mostly he ignores the app).

Misaki: she’s a Pinterest girlie for sure. Very organized Pinterest boards with images that are always properly sourced. She also has Instagram (also a private acc) but she didn’t use it much before she met her card capital friends, now she uses it to keep tabs on Aichi and the others. She doesn’t really post pictures except on special occasions but she is an avid close friends story user, especially when she knows Kourin will see her posts (before s4? Or au where she doesn’t disappear I guess? Idk it’s my city & I’m already diverging from canon to say they have social media just roll with it). There’s also an official Card Capital Instagram, and when she becomes the store owner in G she doesn’t really run it but she has to approve the content that gets posted there. I can also see her having tumblr just bc of her “strange” sense of humor, like she’d be very anonymous about it and not put basically anything in her bio (MAYBE her name but maybe not even that, & possibly a fake name), but I can see her being fairly popular here.

Kamui: he’s too young for social media AND YET he has it anyways. Can frequently be found getting into fights on Twitter. He’s also a big Snapchat user and HATES when people leave him on read, or when someone’s about to break a streak. Very big on streaks in general, has insanely long ones with Reiji and Eiji. Also he definitely has tiktok and (he will deny this but) he’s jealous when anyone he knows has more followers than he does. How does Suzugamori Ren have that many followers anyways >:/? In G era he downloads Instagram because he heard that Emi did it.

Miwa: definitely a Reddit user (but like not in the derogatory way, he’s just fascinated by the site). He has a personal Instagram as well as a wildly popular other account dedicated to unflattering candid pictures of his friends (mostly Kai but Misaki Kamui and Morikawa are also frequent features, and, on one memorable occasion, Jun). Semi-popular on TikTok for being a sweet & funny guy and also for casually mentioning insane things that happened and never elaborating (“yeah sorry I was absent I got kidnapped because my dumbass friend wanted to play cards with a gang leader, that guy better be grateful”).

Reiji and Eiji: have the same social media Kamui does, and hype him up on it (/occasionally bemoan how lame he is) but also do their own things.

Morikawa: Tumblr user, fully believes the wizard blogs are real wizards. Gets anons from people like “I want to study you” all the time & he always misses the point and makes it into “the Morikawa vanguard school is always open to new students because I am the greatest teacher ever”. After meeting her, a lot of his posts start focusing on Kourin and his followers have an equivalent experience to when someone you’ve followed suddenly turns into a K-pop blog with absolutely no explanation. Kind of famous just because of how fucking weird he is. He also has Snapchat but is like really bad at taking pictures so everything he sends/posts is blurry or at a bad angle, but unironically. Had no interest in any other social media until he heard Kourin had Instagram and Twitter, at which point he downloaded them both and immediately started posting about her.

Izaki: Twitter user /derogatory (sorry Izaki but I know this in my heart to be true. He’s gotta have some red flags to have stayed friends with Morikawa this long). Also has Snapchat and tries (and fails) to help Morikawa take better pictures. Kamui frequently bullies him about losing their streak, which since they’re not actually that close is probably their main form of communication. Izaki’s not totally convinced that Kamui actually knows his NAME, so he’s confused about why he cares so much (it’s bc Kamui has a Snapchat streak with literally everyone he knows who 1. has Snapchat and 2. does streaks). Also possibly has an Instagram where he occasionally gets influxes of followers when he’s tagged in pictures with his more famous friends, but some of them probably don’t think he’s that interesting and soon unfollow (lmao rip)

Emi: does not have social media in the main series but gets an Instagram by G era (when Kamui finds this out he suddenly downloads Instagram even though he has never expressed an interest in it before, and thus so does Nagisa, somehow sensing what Kamui has done).

Nagisa: has Twitter only so she can follow Kamui (again, she is too young for Twitter). Kamui has her blocked but she can still somehow sense when someone’s arguing with him & she comes into their replies like “leave my man alone!!” I would not be surprised if she doxxed people tbh. She keeps getting banned but somehow every time she appeals it the ban is lifted (Kamui suspects dark magic). Also downloads Instagram in G era after Kamui does (how does she know he got it if he didn’t tell her??? She has her ways).

Kourin: has an official ultrarare Instagram and Twitter where she promotes her idol work, and also a private Instagram and Twitter where she posts pictures of her friends and nerds out about vanguard and thoroughly logically dismantles stupid people. Once she posted a stupid meme making fun of Kai on her official ultrarare Twitter instead of her personal one by accident and fully freaked out trying to take it down before the fans screenshotted it (she wasn’t successful bc idol fans are crazy and ended up saying she was hacked) (Kai will never admit it but he thought it was funny). She probably has Morikawa blocked on every platform.

Rekka: an instagram girlie FOR SURE. She posts often and sticks to a cutesy aesthetic, and is wildly popular. She’s also very into Snapchat, both in terms of doing streaks with people and live-blogging funny bits of her day on her story. Probably also spends a lot of time on Pinterest & has a lot of Pinterest boards for every situation.

Suiko: I’ll be real I have no idea. I feel like she either has no social media at all and just like guest appears on Kourin and Rekka’s, or has like official instagram/twitter accounts with tons of followers that she semi-maintains and weird shitposty anonymous accounts where she just posts whatever comes to her brain. Tbh I can see her stirring the pot so she can observe Kamui into getting into more twitter beef just to see what happens. Redditor??? She is a mystery to me.

Kenji: has Tumblr & like 60% of it is dedicated to Ancient Rome, 30% of it is about vanguard, and the last 10% is just him reblogging like feminist stuff and positive messages. A wife guy without actually having a wife or realizing he’s a wife guy (posts a lot about “his friend” - Yuri - bc he just thinks she’s neat, but his followers seem to think he’s in love with her for some reason???). Cries when people on tumblr celebrate the ides of March. Probably has been cancelled for unironically stanning Caesar. Also has an official Instagram but doesn’t post on there much, when he’s there he’s usually just there to like his friends’ posts and log back off. People are surprised by his lack of social media and have not connected his tumblr (where he stays completely anonymous thank you very much, he is Not a fan of the attention) to him, and are always begging him to post more on his Instagram/get more social media, but when Yuri and Gai bring this up hes like no <3 I will not <3

Yuri: she’s a YouTuber for sure & she has helpful videos on deck building, strategy, how to stay calm under pressure, etc. Occasionally she includes her teammates or people from other teams in her videos (Aichi featured in one once and now her fans regularly ask for him to come back lol). She also has an official Instagram and Twitter, and runs most of the official Team Caesar accounts on various platforms. Yuri and Misaki are tumblr mutuals, and she is aware of Koutei’s tumblr (bc they’re both in the vanguard tag a lot and who else would be THAT obsessed with Julius Caesar. She’s no fool, she recognized it was him instantly) but she thinks it’s funny to not tell him it’s her (+ she’s kind of embarrassed in a fond way/thinks he might be embarrassed about the posts abt her if he knew) so she just scrolls through his nice posts abt her when she’s having a bad day.

Gai: tiktok famous for generally being a chill dude who’s willing to answer your vanguard questions but mostly for posting Team Caesar behind the scenes videos, which range from Yuri being mad at one or both of them to them doing challenges/playing games together, to some of their movie star stuff in G, to one particularly memorable video where he just stared at the camera while Yuri and Koutei were being in love with each other and (at least in Koutei’s part) oblivious to it in the background.

Ren: pre-season 1 he had no social media except an Instagram account and a Snapchat, both of which he used to post an ongoing stream of whatever was in his brain so that Tetsu and Kai would see it. After The Breakup™️ he went private and posted a lot of stuff about revenge, and being stronger, etc (which was no use since Kai had him blocked and he was not popular pre-Asteroid era, so pretty much only tetsu saw his posts). Also he’s DEFINITELY a Reddit user lmao. Post-season 1 Asaka got him into tiktok which he immediately became famous on, he joined Twitter which had a preconception of him due to the way he acted during season 1 and so he gets cancelled every other week for a while (eventually they mostly get used to his new personality and the way he says the weirdest shit), and he rebooted his Instagram to be public and deleted most of the old revenge posts (he probably leaves one up just to cause controversy lmao). Often leaves Kyou on read on Snapchat, but whether that’s on purpose or an accident is anybody’s guess. Actually he probably would have tumblr too & be kinda infamous bc his personality would definitely make him popular here tbh. He runs a “official ren suzugamori” blog but he never acknowledges he’s on tumblr anywhere else and everyone thinks it’s just a fake parody blog.

Asaka: tiktok famous for being hot, on team asteroid, and if she’s feeling generous for answering people’s vanguard questions (with a special focus on the Pale Moon of course). Probably also has a sizable following on Instagram. Lords her amount of followers over Misaki who pretends she doesn’t care but early seasons Misaki was actually a little annoyed by this.

Kyou: had a Twitter. Keeps getting banned from Twitter and making new accounts and the cycle repeats. Doesn’t have a tiktok but is tiktok famous anyways for always appearing in team asteroid videos in the weirdest ways (disguised as a potted plant. Scaled the building and can be seen inaudibly yelling in the background through the window on the third floor of team asteroid headquarters. Parachuting down from an airplane. Etc). When people comment about him on Ren’s videos he’s always like “who?” “I don’t see him?” or “huh, that guy looks vaguely familiar…” and when people comment about him on Asaka’s videos she refuses to name him but always says something about how much she hates that guy. Has Snapchat but about half the cast either leaves him on opened/read or straight up has him blocked (he Does take really interesting pictures though, and it’s cool to see all the places he goes! How does he have the money for all this??? Nobody knows).

Tetsu: runs “official team asteroid” accounts, including a YouTube on which Ren is IMMENSELY popular despite not being the account owner. Known for being intimidating on Twitter, and also for (one-sided tbh) twitter beef with Kamui (who would @ him like HEY ASSHOLE ACKNOWLEDGE ME >:/ & Tetsu would just ignore him) in earlier canon. He doesn’t actually use any of his accounts that much besides the YouTube and to publish official updates about team asteroid, but - though he’ll never admit it - he’s a fan of terrible memes. He asked what Asaka was laughing at once and she showed him a vanguard meme (“I don’t know if you’ll get it though”) and he excused himself and went to another room to laugh (Asaka was like ???).

#cleaning out drafts!! oh my god this has been in here for ages…I’m so bad at posting shit #morikawa and nagisa probably both have at least one account with an embarassing kourin or kamui themed name #if they weren’t fucking insane and utterly disinterested in anyone that’s not the person they’re obsessed with they could bond over that #cfv #do I really want to tag everyone. that’s so many people… #sigh. here we go. #sendou aichi #kai toshiki #tokura misaki #katsuragi kamui #suzugamori ren #shinjou tetsu #miwa taishi #uno reiji #saga eiji #morikawa katsumi #izaki yuta #sendou emi #daimonji nagisa #tatsunagi kourin #tatsunagi rekka #tatsunagi suiko #mitsusada kenji #usui yuri #usui gai #narumi asaka #yahagi kyou #anyways I don’t even know if this is good but it’s been sitting in my drafts for like 83 years so out into the world it goes

[soupsnakessss]

just found your blog and i’m a big fan!! i’ve always thought that something was “up” with those two but never cared to look into it further until now, when tumblr recommended you and i spent hours reading all the posts i could lol 🫣 i have two questions for you: first, what are your top mindy and bj moments? second, any other blogs like yours that you recommend? i’m rapidly becoming obsessed with them i fear 🤪

** this has been in my drafts for like two months now- sorry anon but here you go!**

This is such a fun but hard question.  It's impossible to narrow it down…

When BJ suddenly got choked up and started crying about Mindy on NPR last year.

When Mindy was talking about this tweet from him on the Today show in 2018 and also, suddenly started crying.

This IG post (caption!) from Mindy in 2012 and the way BJ is looking at her.

This tweet from BJ on Halloween 2011 and the way Mindy is smiling at him- that he deleted shortly after because all the replies were asking why she’s kneeling.

Being the cutest parents together this May when they attended the spring fundraiser gala for Kit’s school.

When BJ was away in Europe in 2014 and was caught obsessively liking all of Mindys IG posts.

When BJ described Mindy as having “skin the color of a caramel latte, and the voice of a studious songbird”

This birthday present Mindy gave him.

And this birthday present- the expensive necklaces BJ bought her while he was in Paris in 2013.

Mindy’s “Happy Birthday, Rude Boy” post for him.

The “come home” saga / BJ & Kit’s FaceTime 😭

“You autocomplete me”

These videos:

The two of them at BJ's 40th birthday party.

The legendary Bookcon talk - which includes the "love of my life" moment.

Mindy explaining how he was going to dress up as Santa for the kids in 2020.

All of the times Andy Cohen has gotten them to talk about their relationship.

BJ talking about their relationship last year and saying she is the most important person in his life.

Or saying that having "multiple generations" all together with Mindy, the kids, and both families in Boston this summer was "a dream come true"

Sightings like:

Out and about in NYC when she was secretly pregnant with Kit.

Mindy going to New Mexico to visit him on his movie set when she was secretly pregnant with Spencer.

The Hawaii trip no one knew about in 2012.

BJ spotted carrying and kissing baby Kit in 2018. And BJ spotted kissing baby Spencer in 2021, while Mindy held him.

The sweetest Central Park stroll with Kit before Mindy did the Met Gala in 2019.

This old sighting of them kissing and laughing in NYC.

Any and all of thirsty comments he leaves on Mindy’s IG.

These portraits from 2018 & 2020.

The time they were spotted getting cozy at the 2019 VF Oscar Party.

When BJ referred to them as eternal.

This quote from Mindy

This quote from BJ

And lastly this one

❤️❤️❤️ Everything is a top moment!

Blogs i recommend are: @heartcm /@karenwalkerdesigns / @aflawedfashion / @livelovecaliforniadreams / @bjkaling / these and any of the ones I previously linked, to look through their archives and tags.

#consider this a highlight reel I guess? #they’ve already done stuff since that I would’ve added like the ice skating #mindy kaling #bj novak #bj x mindy

[yenvengerberg]

i wasnt yelling at you! i noticed a typo in a pretty post and if i had a glaring mistake in something i worked really hard i would want someone to tell me so i could fix it! u and ur followers are mocking me and being mean girls abt this but i was literally only trying to help!!!!!!

theres a very similar edit to yours which had a different caption and i mixed them up, since you had gotten mad at me for that i messaged again to explain about the caption. and then u decided i was yelling at u cause my tone wasnt perfect??? i was explaining what had gotten mixed up!

communicating is really fucking hard for some people, ok? we dont all just breeze through life with no struggles. communicating is hard. i was doing the best that i could and you read a negative intention into everything i said and then made fun of me. so then i snapped and said i what said about your blog not being safe for neurodivergent people. maybe i shouldnt have said that but i was frustrated at that point cause i was trying to help and u and ur followers kept mocking me for it.

this is the last message i will respond to of yours and i am only responding because i would like you to stop flooding my inbox. it is incredibly upsetting and you do not seem to be getting the message to let this drop.

to me, speaking in caps is yelling. saying 'but i WAS right' and 'you ARE the op' is incredibly aggressive, especially when it follows on from a perfectly fine interaction where we resolved what you meant. the issue is not mixing the sets up, these things happen and it was easily resolved with the follow up message! but you continued to push at me and to be honest, you put my back up. i don't think it's fair for you to sit here and expect me to not get defensive when you seem to keep messaging me being upset that i didn't immediately understand what you meant? and also for you to expect my tone to be perfect, but you're allowed to say whatever you want?

as i tried to explain, i'm sorry but pointing out a mistake that is a year old isn't helpful to me. i know you were trying to help! but what you're effectively doing is pointing to something i have no power to change and go 'that's wrong'. now that sets my perfectionism right on edge because i then go 'oh god, this is wrong, everyone knows what an idiot i am, but i can't change it'. which is what i was trying to explain to you at the time. i understand you were trying to help, however i was trying to explain to you that it's not helpful towards me because i cannot change it. i tried to tell you i can’t do anything about it because it’s an old set, but you wouldn’t let the subject drop and continued to message me about it being wrong and needing changing.

also, no one was mocking at you. you sent that ask saying i was picking on you for being autistic before i'd even received any other asks and comments. and yeah, upon seeing that, my mutuals and followers tried to be there to support me because they're absolutely amazing people who could tell i was upset. and even then, no one has mocked you. they have called you out on being rude, and you could have taken that as a wake-up call to let it drop or apologise instead of continuing to play the victim.

lastly - i spend the majority of my time on my blog on the internet. does that not also tell you that i might not have the best communication skills either? we all struggle. that is no excuse to act like you can act rudely to me and i have to treat you perfectly in response.

#Anonymous

[violintrees]

Mysterious Mysteries Season 8 Episode 3 LIVE!

[BROADCAST START]

Closed Captions (English):

Hey Everyone! Welcome back to Mysterious Mysteries season 8 with your host Dib Membrane. One of the viewers last week very rudely asked me to stop using the shows name since it messes up the pooptube results for the original show and I probably don’t have the copyright…

well jokes on you! The company that had the copyright dissolved 15 years ago so it’s public domain.. I think, SO anyways! This week we are exploring an abandoned hospital in central Detroit. Despite the massive gentrification *cough* I mean urban renewal of this area, people have been reluctant to demolish this building due to superstitions of it being haunted. Which is why I am here to investigate it today.

*Horror movie music. Crash of thunder. Dib starts carrying the camera up the stairs of the service entrance.*

Some of you have asked in the comments if I have anything better to do with my time. The answer is NO. Well I could be doing my job but this is important detective work anyway! Let’s enter the premises.

*Dib slams his shoulder into the door and it bursts open. He quickly makes his way through the building and quickly pans the camera at everything.*

Now we are quite deep and the west wing is supposed to be the most haunted part so-

*BEEP on EM box rings out*

Woah.. maybe something is actually in here!

*Shakey cam of running increases*

Something in here is emitting a strange electromagnetic field. And look! The chair has recently been moved but I hadnt seen any signs of entry around the perimeter when I scouted earlier. This is it!

*Sign reading MORGUE*

Hmmm perhaps a ghost that met their untimely death here? Or who caused the deaths of many?

*Light glows for a second on the other side. Dib kicks the door open*

SHOW YOURSELF GHOST! huh?

*An Irkdroid stands wide eyed in the center of the morgue*

What the fuck are you?

My name is Zim, I am the android sent by Cyberlife. I tried to find you at the police station, but you were not at your post. *Dib pans the camera around to look at his confused wtf expression* Officer Zita mentioned you might be out ghost hunting again. I looked for the most likely place to find a ghost and found your here, or most likely by human standards. I know there is no such thing as ghosts cause I am the most intelligent-

What?

I was getting to that. The most intelligent incredible model of android cyberlife has ever-

Excuse me, but why the fuck are you here??

Cause you are here and I sadly need you to go to this homicide that was just reported.

…No.

..What do you mean no?

I mean I don’t need any assistance. So how about you.. yknow, leave.

No.

..What?

I said no. You are going to accompany Zim so I can accomplish my mission.

Well it seems we are at a stand still then huh? I want to find evidence of a ghost here and you want to make me leave with your annoying voice.

Oh you find it annoying? IT IS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO BE ATTENTION GRABBING. THEN I SUPPOSE I SHALL JUST KEEP ON GOING UNTIL-

FINE. Fine just give me like 10 minutes okay? I just need to check the trace detectors I left and.. oh fuck is this thing still recording? Oh! Wow that’s more viewers than normal

..okay stay close asshole and don’t get possessed by a ghost or anything. We are back on the hunt everyone!!

I’m sure I won’t.

*Two sets of footsteps click against the tile of the main hall*

Ugh. None of my equipment is working cause you are causing interference.

Glad to know lieutenant Membrane.

Oh gross. Don’t call me that. Stick to Dib please.

Okay.. Dib-stink.

Ughhhh why stink?

Cause you do.

Oh be quiet we are almost there.

*The lights flicker above the ICU before flickering off and the camera turns to night vision before a sounds footsteps from many directions and a scream from Zim*

HUMAN HELP ZIMMMMM!!

HUH!? This doesn’t make- ZIM!?

*An scratchy horse voice plays from somewhere in the room as Dib rapidly swings the camera around.*

HUMAN. YOU DABBLE IN THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. LIKE AN IDIOT. YOU SHOULD GIVE UP AND RETURN TO YOUR NORMAL LIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

I WONT YOU MONSTER! YOU THINK IM SCARED!? YOUR VOICE IS ECHOING OFF THE WALLS AND YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ANY TRACES MEANING YOU DON'T HAVE A PHYSICAL FORM. WHATEVER IS KEEPING YOU HERE AND SCARING PEOPLE I WILL HELP STOP CAUSE I AM DIB MEMBRANE, PARANORMAL INVESTI-

Okay this is boring now.

*The lights turn back on and Zim comes around a corner with a much lower volume version of the ghost voice that turns back to his normal voice*

Can we go now? Zim is already 32.5 minutes late aND- UNHAND ME!

*The camera clunks to the ground and barely in view is Dib pinning Zim against the wall*

DIDN'T REALIZE THEY LEARNED HOW TO PROGRAM ASSHOLES. YOU REALLY LIKE PUSHING MY BUTTONS HUH?

Yes I kind of do like this actually.

WELL WHATS STOPPING ME FROM CRUSHING YOU AND LEAVING YOU HERE TO ROT?

Your sense of morals and your wallet. I’ll have you know I am worth a small fortune and the company also might sue you for-

FUCKING, FUCK! Fine fine.

*Dib let’s him go and walks over to the camera*

Let’s just get headed to this investigation you mentioned.

[BROADCAST END]

#invader zim #iz fanart #iz au #iz dbh au #dbh au #iz #zade #They are such jerks to each other at the start #but they warm up over time #I kinda want to continue making things in chronological order #but alsooooo maybe not #hospital tw #ghosts #ask to tag #vt aus #vt art #vt writing #sorry this is a little lazy #I do want to put the pieces into an ao3 story at somepoint #if that’s more your speed #but you are at this point in the tags sooo #hi!

[togrowoldinv]

hia love! can i request pregnant reader and flo? with flo being protective and just fluff. you obviously don't have to if you don't want to or are t comfortable <3

Thank you for your request! I really enjoyed writing this one.

I’ll Always Protect You

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

Warnings: A few curse words

Masterlist

It was only recently that you had been given doctor’s orders to go on early leave from work and stay in bed for the rest of your pregnancy.

Throughout your relationship, Florence has always taken care of you but especially now with you being out on bed rest she meets your every need. Sometimes even before you ask her for something she is waiting there with it in her hands.

You know she’ll be a great mother and you are so excited to be taking this next step with your wife. When you told Florence that the process had worked and that you were pregnant, she ran around the house dancing. She was so excited for the two of you. She wanted to tell everyone immediately, so you told your families and friends.

But you waited to tell the world. You and Florence were able to keep it lowkey in Oxford for your pregnancy and no paparazzi ever caught sight of your baby bump.

You and Florence decided yesterday to tell the world that you are expecting. She posted a pic of the two of you on Instagram with a simple caption about growing the family.

You are looking at the post again now. For the most part everyone was commenting well wishes and congratulations, but there are rude comments that you really wish you hadn’t seen.

You try to not let it bother you because you know it comes with being married to a celebrity, but people saying you aren’t good enough for Florence always hurts your heart.

“Hey, darling! I’m home!” You hear Florence enter the front door, but you’re stuck looking at the comments so you do not see her enter your bedroom.

“What’s going on?” She asks gently as she sits down on the edge of the bed. Her hand reaches for yours and she takes your phone from you.

“Oh hey babe, it’s nothing. I was just looking at your post from yesterday,” you try to cover up and reach for your phone. She holds it further from you and looks at the screen. She sees the comments and her face goes red with anger.

“I’ll take care of this,” Florence says determinately.

“Flo, it’s fine. It happens anytime you post picture of us. I just couldn’t shake it this time, but you don’t have to do anything,” you explain.

“No. I’m doing something. No one should talk about you like this, y/n,” she says, her nostrils flaring in anger. “I promise none of this is true, okay? I love you so much. I chose you then and I choose you now, okay?”

“I know, love. Thank you,” you reply.

Florence kisses you on each cheek and on your lips before she gets up from the bed. Your phone still in her hand.

It’s a minute before you hear her voice, but when you do it’s her asking her agent what kind of statement she can make about this.

Florence returns about 10 minutes later with her Instagram pulled up on her phone and a glass of water in her hands.

“Here. I want you to read this and drink this,” Florence says. You take her phone and read her post. There’s a candid photo of you laughing that she had taken of you late one night and a caption that reads:

I’ve kept most of our relationship private, but I feel it’s time I set some of the record straight. Y/n is my wife. My beautiful, beautiful wife. And now the mother of my future child. Every day she makes me the happiest woman in the world and I have never once questioned her love for me. And I love her more than words could ever express.

Judgement of our relationship is simply disappointing to me. How could my wife and I’s happiness be such a threat to someone else? Please be kinder humans and know that real people read your comments, they aren’t just going into the void.

Y/n is the love of my life and I know she will make me and our children happy forever.

You finish reading and look up at Florence with tears of happiness in your eyes.

“Is it okay if I post this?” Florence asks you and you nod, her hand finds yours to intertwine your fingers.

“I can’t believe I got so lucky with you, Flo. How does a woman like you have so much love for a woman like me?” You ask her and she moves closer, leaning her forehead against yours.

“Baby, I’m the lucky one. I love you so fucking much. You don’t even know how much I love you because it’s more than I could ever say or show you. I try and continue to try every day to give you even an ounce of how much love deserve,” Florence says, her own eyes filled with tears. She presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“God, you’re so wonderful,” you say.

“That’s you, love. I really am sorry you have to deal with these comments and people in public being mean to you,” Florence says with a frown.

“It’s not your fault, Flo. Like I said most of the time it’s okay, but it feels different now that we are having a baby. But I know you’ll always defend me,” you reply.

“Of course. Speaking of, how are you feeling today? Any pain?” Florence asks with concern.

“Nope. A few kicks though- oh like right now,” you grab Florence’s hand. “Here feel.”

Her eyes light up at the feel of your baby kicking. “Hello baby! I can’t wait to meet you. Me and your Mama here already love you so much. Oh I’ll never get tired of feeling this!” She says so happily that you giggle at her sweetness.

“Me either, Flossie,” you say, admiring her.

She presses a soft kiss to your belly where the kicking is happening. “And I’ll always protect you,” she whispers to your belly, before she leans up to kiss you once again. “I’ll always protect you too, y/n. This baby and all of our future babies are going to be so loved.”

“Absolutely they will. Especially with you as their mother. Or should I say ‘mum,’” you say and she laughs at your impression of her accent.

She nuzzles her nose against yours and you both smile. You can feel her love for you radiating between the two of you and you know you are with your true love.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

You have a Beautiful Body (Day 8)

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! Welcome to day 8 of kinktober! I tried to make this as soft as I can. No major kinks like daddy or dirty talk

DAY 8: Soft Sensual Sex, Body Worship, & Comforting

Pairing(s): Chris Hemsworth x Chubby male reader

Rating: mature (?)

Word Count: 1201

Summary: Chris will show how much he appreciates your body and that you shouldn’t feel ashamed of yourself.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad, and for any errors that are discovered.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can check out my masterlist.

Keys:

M/N: Male name

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

Not sure if this is good. I have never written soft smut before, so this is a first.

TAGS: @gayhopefullove @marilynmonroefanfics @softboy5393 @spnfanboy777 @elliot-damon-2006 @pietroshusband

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*Sigh*

You kept scrolling through the comments of a post you saw on Twitter. You kept looking at the comment, no matter how much you tell yourself to look away, your mind tells you to keep looking.

The picture was of you and Chris eating at a restaurant and leaving together while holding hands. The captions read, “Who is that guy? Why is he holding hands with Chris?” That wasn’t the worst thing. The comment section was the worst.

It was full of rude, degrading, and taunting comments from people who didn’t even know you. Some didn’t leave anything rude, but the majority were rude comments. Some read, “Why would Chris date someone like that?”

“Chris, I’m not being rude but why date him? You could’ve dated anyone and you picked him? You have women fangirling over you and you rejected all of them and decided to settle with a man? What’s more, that guy is overweight, you could’ve someone attractive.”

(I hate it when someone says, “I’m not being rude”)

“Come on, why settle for that one? There are so many hot women out there and settled for a guy of all?”

“I thought you were straight.”

You decided to stop there. You couldn’t read anymore. You threw your phone onto the bed and tears began to run down your cheek. You made your way to the mirror and looked at yourself.

“Am I that fat?” you said, lifting your shirt and touching your sides. You looked at your hands, “Chubby…” you cried harder than before. The bathroom door opened, and Chris came in. He could hear you crying your eyes out.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Chris said in a worried tone. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his naked chest. You could feel his muscular chest against your back. The room was silent until you decided to break it.

“Do you… hate my body?” you said slowly, but Chris could still hear what you said. You heard him sigh.

“Is it about that post you saw on Twitter?” you said nothing to him. “M/n, I don’t hate your body. Your body isn’t the reason I fell in love with you; I fell in love with you because of your personality. You’re the most handsome person I have ever met and I mean it. Don’t believe what others say online.”

Chris meant everything he said. You cried at his response and turned around, and hugged him. “It’s okay, baby boy. How about I show you how much I love your body.” Chris said, lifting your chin to face him.

You feel his soft lips press against yours as he pulls you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Chris did the same by holding your waist. Chris’s tongue poked at your teeth asking for entrance.

When you gave Chris’s entrance, he immediately pushed his tongue in. Chris lifted your body and carried you to the bed where he laid you down. Chris pulled back to breathe. You looked absolutely stunning, face all flustered, some saliva pouring out your mouth.

“I’ll show you how much I love you,” Chris said, removing your shirt slowly and your pants. You tried to hide your body but Chris stopped you. “Stop trying, baby boy. Let me prove to you that I love you?” Chris said calmly, you nodded your head.

Chris started to leave small kisses around your neck. His hands roamed all over your body slowly, you’re starting to love it. All your worries and cries were gone… The only thing you were feeling was a blissful pleasure.

Chris continued to leave small kisses down your neck all down to your stomach. He then reached your bottom half. “You have such soft thighs…” Chris said, rubbing your thighs before lifting them to reveal your little hole.

Chris turned you over so that your ass was facing him. Your stomach touched the soft sheets, you could smell Chris’s scent on them, which kind of turned you on. You felt Chris’s slick tongue lick the rim of your hole.

His large hands gripped your waist as his tongue penetrated you and ate you out. You gripped the sheets as his tongue went deeper inside. “Are you ready, M/n?” Chris asked, taking his pants along with his underwear/boxers/briefs off.

“Y-yes… I’m ready,” you said, burying your head in the sheets, gripping them tightly. You could feel Chris slap his big cock against your ass. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.” You nodded your head.

“Here I go…” Chris said before slipping his cock into your tight hole. You moaned as he went deeper inside you. You gripped the sheets as tight as you can. “Are you hurting?” you shake your head in response.

Chris was now fully inside, his cock was present right against your prostate. You told him to stop so you could get used to it. After 5 minutes, you began to push your ass back against his cock. “I’m ready.”

Chris thrust into you slowly, but he hit your prostate head-on. “You’re so tight for me, baby boy! Your ass is milking me!” Chris groans as your ass tighten around him. His grip on your thighs tighten, that was going to leave a mark later.

“T-this… is amazing!” you moaned as Chris repeatedly hit your prostate. Chris moved one hand and began to jerk your cock off. His big hand engulfed your cock.

“I-I’m gonna cum soon!” Chris warned as his thrusts got harder than before. He wants you and him to cum at the same time. He jerked you off faster.

“I’M GONNA CUM!” you shot ropes of cum all over Chris’s hand while painted your velvet walls with his white paint. (I don’t know what I just said here)

Chris collapsed next to you and pulled you to him. His sweaty body pressed against yours, his hand gently rubbed your sides. “I hope this proves something?” Chris said, cuddling against you.

You smiled before small tears ran down your face. “I love you, Chris,” you said, burying your head into his neck.

THE END!

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this day! Be prepared for day 9! Bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

#x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #male reader insert #male reader smut #chubby male reader #chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth x chubby male reader #chris hemsworth x male reader #chris hemsworth imagine #chris hemsworth smut #kinktober 2021 #smut

[greenorangevioletgrass]

picture perfect (h.o.)

Masterlist | Buy me a ko-fi?

summary: Bored and lonely while filming out town, Harrison starts sexting with a mysterious girl he met on social media. As their relationship grows, will they grow along as they go?

word count: 11.2k (!)

warnings: shameless flirting, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, dumb pop culture references, cameo from our gang, smut!, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, light d/s dynamics, oral, spit play, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, all the good stuff

notes: FINALLY! it's been a long time coming, and big ups to @tommysparker for being so patient and providing bomb-ass second opinions. i hope you enjoy it! happy reading!

***

Snap, snap, snap.

The clicks of the camera are drowning in Purple Rain droning on the vinyl. In her black bustier top and blue lace thong, she strikes suggestive poses in her bed, the lavender beddings and warm string lights a soft background to an otherwise striking focus. She arches her back and angles her torso just right, sitting on her knees with her thighs spread. Bit by bit, she pushes the straps off of her shoulders and fondles her breasts, yanking down her bra until they spill out. Selfie button in hand, putting on a show for no one.

It’s Y/N’s new favorite pastime, taking smoking hot pictures of herself to put up on her naughty little blog. Completely anonymous, of course, with her face always conveniently cropped out. It started out as a self love project, an appreciation for her curvy form. But as time went on, her posts began to gain more traction, and honestly, who is she to deny free compliments and ego boost from complete strangers?

The likes and the comments start filing in, from the harmless ones like 'goddess! beautiful!' to the more aggressive ones describing what they want to do to her in graphic detail. One comment in particular catches her eye.

blue--moon commented: pardon my french, but WOW 😳

It's definitely someone new. She gets a like, comment, and a follow in that exact order. Naturally, she pulls up the profile to see what this person's about.

He/him. 24. Just looking.

His display picture is a pair of hands. Strong, veiny, beautiful hands with a metal ring on his middle finger holding the phone up for a selfie. And with a cropped selfie of lean, muscular, eight-pack abs (and yes, she counted), captioned ‘im hungry and dehydrated af in this pic but the things we do for validation amirite’, Y/N couldn’t resist shooting him a DM.

She's bored and lonely and a little shameless flirting with some random self-aware hottie sounds like fun.

Little does she know, the boy on the other end is just as bored and lonely and jerking off to some pretty girl’s tasteful nudes sounds like a nice way to end the evening. Purplish red lips caught between her teeth, tits bursting out of bra, wet patch visible on her practically sheer panties… how could he resist?

Harrison was just about to sneak his hand down his sweatpants when a DM notification pops up on top of his screen.

violetformyfurs: that’s a pretty proper comment for such an improper pic

He nearly drops his phone onto his face. He’d grown very familiar with that username in the last 5 minutes-- or rather what that username presented as her online persona. Witty, alluring, a little mischievous. It’s easy to let his imaginations run wild, but when she’s actually there to talk to, Harrison’s not quite sure what to do.

blue--moon: was that too prudish? i didn’t wanna be rude 🙈

Y/N smiles at his reply, his earnestness somewhat refreshing although she can't help wonder how genuine he is. There's plenty of fake nice guys online, after all. So she settles against her headboard and braces herself to test the waters.

violetformyfurs: I think it's cute. I like a good boy every now and then :)

Harrison's heart skips a beat. He's never really been called that before --never even thought about whether he likes it. But there's something about this girl that captures his curiosity...

blue--moon: oh? what makes you think im a good boy?

violetformyfurs: Idk just a guess lol

violetformyfurs: Could be wrong tho. You could be a bad boy, for all I know...

Harrison is freaking the fuck out. He's pretty new to this side of social media and he's never sexted with anyone on here. A part of him wants to go the suave route and be super charming, but he's not sure he can pull it off. What if he makes a complete fool of himself? In his panic, he goes for the more evasive response. Maybe a little emoji to make him sound less aloof.

blue--moon: and what if I am? 😈

violetformyfurs: Then you would be a different kind of fun, that’s all.

No hesitation, no pause. She replies within mere seconds of his message being sent. With that, his cock stirs awake faster than his brain can muster a vivid image of this girl claiming him as her dirty plaything. Toying with his release as she teases his cock in her mouth, between her tits, in her pussy…

blue--moon: shittt

blue--moon: i mean, pardon my french but

blue--moon: that does sound like fun

The devilish smirk on Y/N’s face grows wider. She loves sending boys into a flustered, incoherent mess. She can’t quite picture a face, but she can definitely imagine the quickening of his heartbeat, the red flush on his chest, the rising heat under his skin… it makes her quite hot and bothered.

violetformyfurs: What are you up to now?

It’s the oldest line in the art of sexting, and she is almost disappointed in herself for pulling such a fuckboyish move.

(Almost. She's still trying to read this guy, and she's not about to bring out the big guns for nothing.)

blue--moon: do you want the savoury or unsavoury answer?

violetformyfurs: Try me.

blue--moon: im looking at your pics

blue--moon: which are

blue--moon: wow, as I said so eloquently in french 😜

violetformyfurs: Lol thank you

violetformyfurs: I take it that's the savoury answer?

blue--moon: yep

violetformyfurs: So what’s the unsavoury answer?

Harrison pauses. He thinks long and hard, before he ultimately decides to not overthink it. He's no Casanova and the pretense will only bite him in the ass, so his best bet is to just... say what’s on his mind.

blue--moon: my unsavoury answer is that im looking at your pics

blue--moon: hand down my pants

blue--moon: thinkin abt all the ways i’d let you ruin me

And that’s when the pin drops. It feels like an out-of-body experience for him. It seems like the sensation on his cock goes straight to his fingers and he didn’t realize what he wrote until he’d already sent it. For a hot second, he thinks he’s royally fucked it up. She would tell him to go fuck himself or straight up block him.

Harrison puts his phone screen on lock, resting it on his forehead like a dumbass that he is.

And then his screen lights up again.

To be quite frank, she’s every bit as surprised and curious as he is. Most guys either maintain their bravado by saying shit that makes them sound manly and cool, or be too thirsty for her own liking. Either way, it turns her off.

But every once in a blue moon, someone would say it just right that it would pique her genuine interest. She’s not sure if it’s his words, his pictures, or just her, but she finds herself typing back three words to him. And those three words are more than enough to fuel him on.

violetformyfurs: tell me more.

blue--moon: i keep picturing you as a huge tease

blue--moon: playing with my cock and sitting on it and cumming on it

blue--moon: but you won't let me cum

violetformyfurs: bold of you to assume I'd touch your cock at all before you earn it ;)

Harrison swallows. Somehow the idea excites him more than any fantasy he'd had of her before. He loves a girl who gives him a hard time, and right now, he's having a hard time alright.

He reaches for his hard-on and starts absently stroking it, eager for her next message.

blue--moon: oh? tell me more

violetformyfurs: Well first, I gotta leave my marks all over your pretty neck

violetformyfurs: Little lipstick stains and love bites

violetformyfurs: Trail down your chest to your hip bone

violetformyfurs: And then come right back up and ride your face so you can show me how you earn it :)

He picks up his pace, letting his pre-cum slick his motion. But he pictures her in her bed, anticipating his response, and he doesn’t wanna let her down and finish so early. He wanted to show her he's worth her time.

blue--moon: fuck yes

blue--moon: i wanna taste you through your panties

blue--moon: pull it aside and eat you out real sloppy

blue--moon: let you ride my fingers too

violetformyfurs: Mm fuck yeah, you have nice hands too

blue--moon: they’re all yours

Y/N couldn't resist going back to his profile picture. All veiny forearms and slender fingers. And that ring… She slides two fingers inside her and pretends it's his, working her open, stroking for her pleasure. She likes to think he gets off on it, too.

violetformyfurs: Fuck yeah. Want you to make me cum all over you

violetformyfurs: And maybe if you're good, I'll put my mouth on your cock.

violetformyfurs: Lick the precum off of the tip of your cock, and then taking you deep down my throat

violetformyfurs: And I can go pretty deep too ;)

Harrison curses out loud. Oh, if she could only see him, pumping his hand around his dick faster, wishing it was her sweet mouth bringing him closer to the edge. And who knows, maybe she's out there, touching herself with the thought of him, too…

(She totally is. Panties hooked on an ankle and hips bucking up from her bed, she indulges herself with the idea of choking on this pretty boy’s cock.)

blue--moon: fuckin hell

blue--moon: please please please suck my cock

blue--moon: wanna cum in your mouth while im smothered in your wet pussy

violetformyfurs: Greedy 😏

blue--moon: can you blame me

violetformyfurs: Haha fair

blue--moon: god i bet you taste good

blue--moon: bet you feel so fucking good too

violetformyfurs: Mm, maybe I oughta ride your big hard cock too

violetformyfurs: Bounce on it hard and fast

violetformyfurs: Or maybe I should just.. sit there and play with my clit and clench around you?

blue--moon: ffffuuuuck

violetformyfurs: Which one will it be, baby?

blue--moon: whichever way you'll have me goddd

blue--moon: just wanna cum inside you

violetformyfurs: Beg for it.

She slows down her motions and her breaths, fingertips barely ghosting over her wet and swollen nub. Gosh, she's so fucking close; she just need a little more nudge.

blue--moon: please

blue--moon: wanna feel your little pussy squeeze the cum outta my cock

blue--moon: grippin me so tight

violetformyfurs: You close?

blue--moon: very

violetformyfurs: You wanna fill my pussy with your cum, watch it run down my thighs?

blue--moon: fuuuck yes please

violetformyfurs: Go on, then. Cum for me, baby

blue--moon: fckkkk

Harrison could barely send that last message before he falls apart all over his stomach, pent-up release painted on strong muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy. Chest rising and falling in exertion.

And she pictures the most beautiful sight under her, coming undone as she lets go, clenching around nothing although it feels like one of her best orgasms in a while.

blue--moon: holy shit

blue--moon: made a whole mess outta me

violetformyfurs: Can I see?

blue--moon: you sure?

violetformyfurs: Yeah.

Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. She's not usually one for boys' nudes (a lot of them don't know how to take good pictures), but orgasm has been had and either way, she has nothing to lose.

To her surprise, though, he doesn't send her a crude dick pic with horrible lighting. Instead, she gets a picture of his cock, thick and veiny like his arms, resting on toned abs bathed in soft golden light, splattered in his own cum, and she finds her pussy throbbing at the sight.

violetformyfurs: Wow 😳

violetformyfurs: I mean, pardon my French

blue--moon: lol thank you 🙈

violetformyfurs: That was fun haha

blue--moon: it really was… deffo wasn't expecting my evening to go this way lol

violetformyfurs: What, having a wank sesh with some random girl online?

blue--moon: or thinking abt a wank sesh while looking at this girl's pics and then suddenly she dms you out of the blue

violetformyfurs: 😂😂 call me psychic

blue--moon: imma call you magic

violetformyfurs: Haha, call me Violet.

Harrison taps his screen, typing up his response and deleting it again. He ponders whether he should give her his real name-- part of him really wants to. But then again, thirsty social media is a fickle thing and he would hate to get into trouble for lurking about in this lewd little corner. So instead, he decides up with something equally witty.

blue--moon: nice to meet you violet. im blue 😉

***

Morning shoots are the worst, and the only saving grace for Harrison is the coffee in his right hand. He occasionally joins the conversation with his co-stars Thaddea and Jojo on either side, but mostly he just scrolls through his Instagram mindlessly.

Well.

Until a notification pops up on the top of his screen.

violetformyfurs posted a new picture: Rise and shine 🌻💙

He immediately puts his phone down on his lap, trying to discreetly open it, even though his friends are not even two feet away from him.

And there she is. Her arm holding up the breasts he so wants to mark and devour. Her skin adorned with the morning dew of the shower, glowing from the sun streaming in from the window on her right.

He notices the blue heart emoji on the caption, and he can't help thinking this is her subtle way of calling out to him, hoping to get his attention.

(And of course, Harrison's only a man. His attention was caught very easily this way.)

Y/N’s phone buzzes in her jacket pocket as she walks to her morning class. And when she sees his username on her notification bubble, she picks it up immediately, thinking, hook, line, and sinker, despite the genuine butterflies in her stomach.

blue--moon: good morning indeed 👀

violetformyfurs: Never pegged you for an early riser.

blue--moon: im really not, but you're a sight for sore sleepy eyes

violetformyfurs: I would say the same about you, but...

blue--moon: im sorry darling, im already dressed for work 🙁

violetformyfurs: And what are you wearing?

She wants to kick herself for being so forward, but at the same time, she can’t help it. She can see him getting flustered wherever he is, knowing where this conversation is going. And God, she loves it.

blue--moon: a full victorian era suit

violetformyfurs: Ooh, tres sexy

He's not sure what gave it away; the quiet laugh or the goofy grin on his face, but his friends both turn to him at the same time. Curious and mischievous at the same time.

"What is it?" Darci pries, craning her neck to look at Harrison's phone.

He quickly closes the app and locks it. "It's nothing."

"I think the question should be who is it." Thaddea shoots him a knowing look, and he knows there's no escaping this girl's sharp eyes.

So he just answers dubiously, “Some girl.” he playfully shoves Darci’s arm away so he can get back to his message.

blue--moon: haha sure 🙄

violetformyfurs: Well, the more layers to peel off, the more fun, right?

blue--moon: idk your little bday suit looks pretty fun too

violetformyfurs: How so, my lord?

Harrison loves how sharp-witted she is. He pictures her, curious, head tilted to the side, calling him ‘my lord’ with a smirk. Eyeing him up and down, undressing him with her eyes. He somehow feels more naked in his suit and big blue coat than she is in absolutely nothing.

blue--moon: so i can kiss you and taste you and fuck you whenever and wherever

It’s short and simple and straightforward, and it sends Y/N clenching her thighs in anticipation. She likes the idea of this boy pulling her in and pleasuring her all hours of the day --bent over the desk, against the sink, laid out on the couch, in the shower…

“We’re ready on set for you guys,” a PA comes over to inform them, and Harrison fights the urge to groan like a child as he follows his friends out.

blue--moon: ah shit, duty calls

blue--moon: talk to you in a bit?

violetformyfurs: Try not to think of me in my birthday suit too much, Blue ;)

blue--moon: impossible 😜

He means it. It’s cold and muddy where he is, and all he could think of is this girl wearing his blue coat costume, nothing else underneath. God, what he wouldn’t give to dive under the material and get on his knees before her…

And unbeknownst to him, it is just as impossible for her to not daydream any further about this boy. She’s not sure whether his line about a Victorian suit is true or not. If it isn’t, that means he has a sense of humor. Y/N appreciates that-- maybe more than the nudes and the sexting.

If it is, well… she likes the idea of his muscular chest clad in one of those puffy white shirts, a la Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid.

He finally texts back late in the afternoon during her presentation for her Emotional and Conflict Resolution class, and she couldn’t rush through her conclusion fast enough. For a miraculous second, her priority for a perfect score takes a backseat to the possibility of a text from some random dude she met online last night.

Christ, what a simp.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Y/L/N, for a very insightful presentation. Next week, we will be delving into children’s literature…” she tunes out the voice of Professor Getty as she packs up her laptop and gets the hell out of the lecture hall.

She pulls out her phone out of her pocket and bites back a smile at the notification on top of her screen. At least her fumbling earlier wasn’t all for naught.

blue--moon posted a new picture: hope you’re having a wonderful day 💜

But it’s not the well wish that makes her heart skip a beat. Or the little purple heart to signify that the message is intended for ‘Violet.’ It’s the picture attached to it; the frilly low-collared white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows…

A signet ring on his finger, gold glistening against his onyx phone case and marble skin.

violetformyfurs: I was gonna say something about your choice of wardrobe

violetformyfurs: But I’m just a tiny bit distracted by your hand.

blue--moon: like what you see? 😏

violetformyfurs: It’s alright...

blue--moon: i seem to recall you wanting to ride my fingers last night 👀

violetformyfurs: I did.

violetformyfurs: I do

violetformyfurs: That signet ring hits different, just saying

blue--moon: really?

violetformyfurs: Yep. Wonder how much better it looks, drenched in my juices

blue--moon: funny bc i was deffo thinking abt fingering you with it all day

violetformyfurs: It would be my pleasure, my lord.

blue--moon: and mine, milady.

“Harrison Jarrison Osterfield!” Jojo all but screeches into his right ear from the backseat of the car.

Harrison, of course, not realizing he'd been snooping, drops his phone in surprise and squawks, “For fuck’s sake, man!”

“You randy little fucker!” Jojo cackles almost maniacally, pulling McKell into it. “Bro, he’s getting steamy with a girl over text!”

“For real? Wahey!” McKell exclaims as he slaps Harrison playfully on the arm. “Let’s see her, then. Is she hot?”

“Oh, my God. Fucking hell, shut up!” Harrison groans, covering his beet red face in his hands. “I can’t fucking believe this…”

“Who knew, eh?”

“Our golden boy turns out to be a nasty little fella after all!”

The golden boy in question picks up his phone off of the car floor mat, and groans once more when he sees what he’d sent her accidentally. And her response that follows.

blue--moon: sldkf[;

violetformyfurs: ...What’s that supposed to mean?

blue--moon: shit! sorry

blue--moon: dropped my phone. my asshole friends being nosy.

violetformyfurs: 😂

violetformyfurs: I’m about to get on the tube anyway. talk to you when i get home?

blue--moon: sure. wouldn’t want some rando read our naughty texts over your shoulder, right? lol

violetformyfurs: Please. We both know You’re the naughty one between us, darling ;)

The blood rushes right down his cock as the memories of her come flooding in. Hell yes, he's willing to be the naughty one for her. So he endures all the teasing and takes all the piss his friends are giving throughout the car ride to their complex. He ignores the shit-eating grins they throw each other when he turns down their offer to hang out and play FIFA at McKell’s.

“I love you guys,” Harrison starts as he walks up to his door, “But you’re massive dicks. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He enters his building with his two friends egging him on and humping a flagpole, mimicking the bass line of some sexy club music. For a moment carried away with the amusement and excitement of falling for someone new. For a second forgetting the fact that they’re just personas, tiny glimpses of themselves through the filter of social media.

There’s no new messages from her, and Harrison eventually decides to put down his phone to go shower. He notes the tent he’s pitching underneath his trousers, but decides not to do anything about it. Why jerk off to her, when he can jerk off with her at the same time? He knows his imagination is nothing compared to her and her unbelievable way with words.

And as time proves it, her message awaits him when he gets out of the shower, a gleaming little ray of light among bleak system updates and ad alerts. Bold and witty and somehow quite… romantic.

violetformyfurs: Honey, I’m home!

blue--moon: hey! feel like talking on the phone?

Harrison might as well just shoots himself in the foot. This is way too intimate at this stage. They just met last night, for God's sake, and not even in person! What was he thinking? If she hadn't ghosted him then, she sure will now--

violetformyfurs is inviting you to a voice call.

He freaks out all the same, although for a completely different reason now. He won’t have time to edit what he’s gonna say before he says it. What if he says the wrong thing? What if he sounds weird? What if she sounds weird? Oh God--

"Hi,” he greets her, friendly and even, trying his best to hide his nerves.

"Hey, stranger." There's a smile in her voice. Quiet, but warm nonetheless, and Harrison relaxes a bit.

"Hi," he replies, kicking himself over how stupid he sounds for saying hello twice, sitting himself down on the couch. Just go with the flow, he reminds himself. "Whatcha up to?"

"Eh, just lazing around in the bath, getting wine tipsy..." she sighs, water gently flowing in the background. "Treating myself."

His eyebrows rise, intrigued. "What's the occasion?"

"Psychology presentation well done, which-- you, sir, nearly cost me my grade."

"What did I do?!"

"You sent me that fucking text in the middle of my talk! Distracted me. Made me trip over my words,” she grumbles.

“Aw, I’m sorry…” he grins, not at all sorry that he makes her just as flustered as he is. “What was the presentation about?”

“The Horror of Grief in The Haunting of Hill House.”

“You did a study on Hill House?” Harrison feels the butterflies and fireflies in his stomach. There’s something very attractive about a hot girl who’s also a nerd. “Oh, I love that show!”

“It’s amazing, right?” she gushes back.

“I’m pretty sure I binged it all in one go,” he laughs, quiet and warm. “So what’s your, uh… hypothesis? Is that what it’s called? I don’t know, I’m not really an academic person.”

Y/N finds herself giggling-- thanking God she’s not the only one nervous. “Horror shows aren’t only a safe space to experience horror or thrill anymore. Hill House explores the reasons behind these horrors, the grief and the trauma, which makes it very… reflective for us as the audience.”

“So, no matter how scary the ghosts or the monsters are, it’s still a very human experience,” Harrison concludes thoughtfully.

“Exactly.”

There’s a brief lull between them, but they don’t mind it much. For a moment, it feels like a mundane conversation they’ve had a million times before-- going about their day, their favorite show, the little things they nerd about… I could get used to this, Y/N briefly muses.

“I’m actually doing something that has to do with horror and grief, too,” he pipes up, and Y/N secretly wishes she could curl up into his chest as they chat.

“Really?”

“It’s a… series, too…” he toys with the tassel of a throw pillow, “Hence the Victorian suit.”

“Are you an actor, then?”

He sighs. Being an actor is always awkward, people would ask if they’ve seen him in anything or ask whether he’s famous-- because he’s really not, he’s just starting out. It’s even more awkward when the whole relationship relies on anonymity.

“Kind of. All I do is wear these stupid costumes and fuck around with my friends, really.”

She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t call that costume stupid…”

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah. The shirt? The ring?” Y/N throws her head back and moans for dramatic effect.

And with that, Harrison is gone and Little Harrison stirs in attention. “Don’t-- don’t do that.”

“What did I do?!” she parrots what he said earlier.

“Make those… obscene sounds.”

She scoffs playfully. “I’m sorry, is doing a period drama turning you into a prude?”

“Fuck you,” he laughs, fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks even though she can’t see it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Check and fucking mate. She’s so much smarter than him and it turns him on more than he ever knows. “Well, yeah,” he bashfully admits.

She hums, light and airy, bringing the conversation to another lull. But the silence feels heavy this time. The silence of two people who are wildly attracted to each other, hearing each other’s voice for the first time.

Wanting oh so much to be together that they don’t know where to begin.

“What are you up to?” he asks again. But his voice is deeper, lower this time, and she knows exactly where he’s going.

“Told you, I’m treating myself. Bath, wine…” she purrs, playing it cool, “Orgasms.”

He swallows. “Are you touching yourself?”

She slides her hand between her legs, indulging in the shock of her fingertip meeting her clit. She’d been denying herself on any touch, and now she can let out a breathy sigh of relief. “What do you think?”

“Fuck--” he palms himself through his sweatpants, relishing in the sound of her voice. “Are you... thinking of me touching you?”

Y/N’s finger drags lower, running back and forth along her nether lips. “Mm-hm. Thinking of your nice, long fingers teasing me and stretching me open…”

“Do it then.” the words fall out of his mouth all too easily. “Tease yourself ‘til you’re nice and slippery, and slide a finger in for me.”

He hears labored breaths on the other end, and he honestly thought she’s gonna cave. And what a stupid assumption he made.

“Just one?”

Two words. That’s all it takes to get his cock straining underneath his boxers.

"One," he starts out, "...and then another."

Two fingers. She is truly an impatient thing, and so buries them inside at once and curls them in a way that makes her squirm. Y/N's breath hitches as her fingers thrust in, smaller than the one she wanted, but gives her the pleasant ache nevertheless. She lets out a low moan as she caresses that spot inside her.

"That's it, baby. Just like that…"

She doesn’t usually like pet names, but the way he calls her in his sweet, boyish voice drives her mad. She wouldn’t mind having it whispered in her ear as he holds her against his chest and fingers her.

"I don't think my hand can compare to yours, but--" Her moans echo in the bathroom tiles, and it sounds more angelic than any choir Harrison has ever heard in any grand cathedral.

“You sound so good, fuck…” Harrison shifts as he frees his stubborn cock. The irony of allowing himself some release by tightening his fist around his length is completely lost on him.

The corner of Y/N’s mouth pulls up into a half-smile as she hears a low, strained moan on the other end. “Are you touching yourself?”

“...Yeah?” the answer is painfully obvious, and yet Harrison blushes anyway.

She chuckles, low and lazy, and lets it die down into a sigh. “Wish you were here. I could use you to stretch me open and fuck me hard.”

Harrison groans at the sound of her sweet whine. “Fuck yes use me,” he rambles on, drunk from desire.

“Want you to pound into me while I kiss and bite your neck, you wanna know why?”

“Hm?”

Y/N shuts her eyes to regain some composure. She doesn’t wanna waver in the face of her subject after all. “So you’d remember how good you are to me.”

“Fuck, 'm so close...” he breathes, clenching his fist like he imagines her pussy would. His strokes grow more erratic, as if moving in syncopation with her moans and her movement.

It takes her everything to hold out and say, "Come with me, baby,” before the familiar warm tingle rushes through her veins and desperate moans crash through the line.

For a moment, there’s only light rustles of fabric and quiet sloshes of water on the line. Little noises that bring these strangers closer with every heartbeat, every breath taken in harmony. Somehow, somewhere in different corners of the world, two strangers find themselves tied a little closer together. Intimately close and safely distant at the same time.

Y/N eventually caves in breaking the silence. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I could say the same about you," he retorts. "God, I feel like I need to take another… cold shower."

"Maybe you should," she giggles. "We'll catch up later."

"Right." He tries to hide the sliver of disappointment, but reminds himself that this may not be their last conversation. "Talk to you... soon?"

She bids him farewell and it's like the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The soft ding of his notification sounds so crass compared to her. The content, however, brings a smile to his face.

A new post from his mystery girl, covered in bubbles, wine glass wrapped around her fingers. The picture is cut just above her smirking mouth.

violetformyfurs: Happy Friday from your favorite fancy bitch 🥂💦💙

***

Over the next six weeks, Y/N finds a fast companion in this mysterious guy called ‘Blue.’ The witty banters and flirty messages become a regular interaction. It’s an awfully convenient arrangement-- she is attracted to him enough to get off, but she doesn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of sleeping with someone new or face the possibility that he might be a bad lay in real life.

“I mean, I like to think I’m alright…” he said defensively about two weeks into their ‘acquaintance.’ “I’ve had zero complaints so far.”

“Show me the receipts then!” she challenged him jokingly.

He didn’t show her his Yelp page, of course. He did, however, control her Lush vibrator from his phone and teased the hell out of her until she lost count of her edges. It wasn’t until she threatened him through her teeth, “Let me fucking come or else,” that he finally relented and let her come three times over.

“Still think I’m bad in bed?”

She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice and she wants to wipe it off of him so badly. “Jury’s still out.”

“Wh-- How is that even-- that is ridiculous! Come on!” He all but squawked incredulously.

“I’m sorry! I still can’t objectively determine the proficiency of your mouth, fingers, and/or dick based on how you operate my Lush. That’s just not how this research should be conducted.” Y/N very consciously uses her ‘serious’ voice, although a light laughter trails behind.

“Alright, you nerd,” he chuckled. “I’ll let you pass, but only because it’s so fucking hot when you talk nerdy like that.”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mm yeah, talk nerdy to me,” he moans in humor, although there’s a truth to it, too.

(In the end, they stayed on the line and made each other come one more time before calling it a night.)

What’s better-- or worse- is that Y/N enjoys his company, too. His blazing thirst traps and quippy jokes all at once. It pops up at random points of her days-- over breakfast, in the middle of class, on her tube ride home.

Like that time he sent her a very tasteful black-and-white dick pic-- one of the very few he sent her. His uncut cock stands erect, his fingers wrapped around the base of his thick girth. The veins on his wrist and the ones along his curving length make her salivate…

And before she could respond accordingly, he sent another version of that image, this time framed that infamous Nickelback meme, captioned ‘been wanting to expand on more artsy formats wdyt’

violetformyfurs: Thank you for canceling my thirst with the unsexiest reference ever.

blue--moon: how dare you, nickelback is sexy af

violetformyfurs: ...Seriously?

blue--moon: they just get a bad rep, ok?? their music is actually pretty good

blue--moon: heard it's a good aphrodisiac too 😏

violetformyfurs: Lmao says who?

blue--moon: says me??

violetformyfurs: Alright, Nickelstan 👀

blue--moon: ugh so judgy 🙄 imma prove you wrong

(He made her a sex playlist that night. She stubbornly skipped the damn song when she touched herself to it. Out of principle.)

Some nights they didn't even have anything to do with sex. Some nights he would talk her ear off about his day while she prepares herself dinner. Other nights, Y/N would be buzzed from double espresso, ranting about her assignment or the undergrads’ papers she’s grading while he tidied up his flat. And when neither of them could sleep, they would just lie around in their own beds and talk about nothing.

“Oh God, We're young and beautiful; we should be out celebrating life!" he groans as he stretches, head hanging upside down from the edge of the bed. “Instead we’re talking about how homemade Nando’s will never taste the same as real Nando’s.”

“I think you’re just a bad cook,” she pokes fun at him.

“Why don’t you be the judge of that?”

“Ha, right.” the laugh comes out easy until she notices the meaningful silence on the other end. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Maybe... we can, I don’t know, hang out once I’m back in London.”

And then there’s that. Little abstract plans with indefinite dates. Subtle reminders that that’s all they are-- strangers. They might know all the minute details about each other’s body and mind... And none of who they actually are.

Not even their face.

It’s an unspoken agreement between them: he’s an actor, she’s on track to be a university lecturer. Both of them would be in big trouble if this naughty little secret gets out. So they settle on picking up little tidbits about each other. Just to give the illusion that they know each other. That they’re less lonely than they actually are.

Until they don’t have to be.

“Wow. Huh...” she thinks hard to collect her thoughts. Granted, he’s never done anything to cause her distrust, but she still needs to be cautious… right? “Sure. I mean, we’ll see. You probably won’t be back in a while, right?”

“I’ll be done in about a week, give or take,” he replies nonchalantly --or so he tries to be.

One week of their acquaintance felt like forever. They went from strangers to sharing childhood trauma in less time. But one week until they meet each other face-to-face… it’s too brash, too soon. She’s not ready. Her stomach twists and the palm of her hand sweats and --

“We don’t have to meet, of course,” he quickly adds. “I was just throwing it out there.”

But her heart drops. The possibility of not meeting now hurts more now that they’ve been presented the opportunity to do so, and she realizes just how much she wants to.

Y/N scratches her head, frustrated with herself. “I would love to, I just-- I don’t know what to feel about it yet. Can we put a rain check on this?”

“Absolutely. Take your time. Ball’s in your park.”

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking idiot!

Harrison internally kicked himself as he felt Violet withdrawing from him in that conversation. She’s completely fair not to trust him; he has access to her nudes and for all she knows, he could be a weirdo. He would retract his statement altogether if he could, if only it weren’t too late.

She assured him she’s fine, but he purposely avoided any talks of meeting up since then. Consciously stopped himself from saying shit like ‘someday’ on things they would do together. He didn’t even tell her when he got back to London. He’s simply grateful that things are slowly going back to normal between them.

Conversation is easy that snowy morning. Fresh off his run, Harrison finds amusement in her grumpy, sleep-deprived texts as he waits in line at his local coffee shop.

violetformyfurs: Is it not enough to snow on the last day of the term?

violetformyfurs: Do I really have to wait in a long line for coffee, too?? God????

blue--moon: just got off my morning run. hello you ;)

violetformyfurs: How do people live like this

blue--moon: out of sheer willpower?

violetformyfurs: Oh go fuck yourself.

blue--moon: 😂 in your defense, some of us don’t have to burn through a million papers til 3am last night

violetformyfurs: Wow, I told you to go fuck yourself and you jumped to MY defense?

violetformyfurs: Guess chivalry isn’t dead after all

blue--moon: call me your knight in shining Nikes lol

“May I take your order, please?” a bored-looking guy behind the counter snaps him out of his reverie.

“Sorry! Uh, can I have a medium hot Americano, please?” he smiles apologetically to him.

“Sure. Name?”

“Harrison,” he answers and pays quickly, sauntering over to the pickup counter to avoid any further embarrassment.

He stands there gingerly, next to the girl who queued in front of him earlier. Pretty cute, all bundled up in a knitted scarf and glasses perched on her nose. Their eyes meet for a moment, and she briefly smiles at him-- well, as much a stranger would out of courtesy. Harrison barely smiles back when she looks back down on her phone, which he takes as a sign to return his attention to his.

violetformyfurs: Haha. You’re hilarious. I’m dying.

blue--moon: you’re mean, thats what you are 🙄

violetformyfurs: I will stop being mean once I get

violetformyfurs: My

violetformyfurs: Coffee!!! 😤

“Hot Americano, medium?” the barista announces.

Both Harrison and the girl reach for the paper cup at the same time. The latter stops just before their fingertips brush against each other and takes a double glance at his hand-- or where the labels are on the cup.

There’s a split second pause before she asks the barista, “Double shot espresso for Y/N?”

Harrison’s eyes go wide. He knows that voice. He’s familiar with its rambles and laughs and whines and moans. He looks at the girl, then at her phone, then at his, barely aware of the exchange happening before him. He hears her speak and he hears her name, and his mind just clicks.

“Ah yes, sorry. Here you go.” the man behind the counter huffs, handing to her and turning to get another cup. “Oh! Another hot Americano. Medium, single shot for… Harrison?”

“I believe that’s yours,” she pipes up, her eyes following him curiously.

“Right. Um. Thanks,” Harrison absently says to the barista. He doesn’t walk away, either. Instead, he turns to the girl, “I’m really sorry, are you--”

“I think you’re--”

“Wait.” she holds a finger up, takes a swig of her coffee like she’s bracing herself, presses a few buttons on her phone, and looks at him expectantly.

Harrison’s phone lights up in his hand and he shows her the screen: violetformyfurs is inviting you for a voice call.

“Fuck,” they both say in perfect unison.

The barista stares at them confused and unamused. He quickly moves onto the next customer, and they swiftly move away from the counter. Both of them feel like they’re floating just above the floor.

“Is this really happening? This isn’t just my sleepy-ass mind playing tricks, right?” she thinks out loud, eyes wide and blinking slowly in disbelief.

Harrison shakes his head, still dazed from it all.

“Wow-- it’s-- I--” her phone lights up in her hand and she barely glances at it before putting it on lock. “Shit, I have to go. My class.”

“Wait! Can I see you again?” he asks immediately, worrying he’s gonna lose his chance. Although now that he’s said it out loud, he’s also worried that she might get scared off. “Maybe after your classes or when you’re not--”

“Meet you back here at 3?” she cuts in, her voice quiet.

Harrison loses all words and just nods.

“Okay. It’s good to finally meet you… Harrison.” her eyes crinkle as she says his real name for the very first time, as if figuring out the taste in her mouth.

He repeats her name over and over as she walks away, heading out into the cold. Loudly in his head, soundlessly on the tip of his tongue. Matches the name to the rest of her that he pieced out, bit by little bit in the past six weeks. What little he noticed of her in their surprise encounter earlier.

It suits her.

***

Y/N keeps opening and closing the message thread between herself and her mystery guy. And when she’s not, the thought doesn’t leave her the whole day. All she wants to do is to say, “Can you believe that we ran into each other totally by accident?” to the very person she ran into.

Harrison.

Whom she recognized by his hand when he reached for her coffee. She knows the line on the back of his hand like the back of her hand. And when she looks at the owner of that hand, it clicks.

Her last class of the day couldn’t go fast enough. She’s only there to monitor the final exams, so she spends most of her 2 hours sitting there, waiting, thinking. The stack of her previous class' exams are ungraded and untouched. And before she leaves campus, she barely makes a beeline to the bathroom to apply some mascara and lipstick.

She arrives at the coffee shop early, hoping she'd get a few minutes to prepare herself for this meeting. Maybe she can even dip if she gets cold feet.

How stupid of her to think she'd get any more time than she'd already had the whole day.

Harrison conveniently sits on a corner table by the window, typing away on his laptop with his AirPods on. He looks so cozy in his knit turtleneck, glasses perched atop his nose. He spots her right away-- sitting facing the door, there's no way he would have missed her.

(He wouldn't have missed her with his back to her, he thinks. Not this time.)

Y/N awkwardly motions at the counter, and they exchange an awkward non-verbal exchange of 'I'll be there in a bit, I'm just gonna order some hot tea to calm the fuck down.' She tries to very discreetly fix her hair, which probably looks a mess from the wind and the tube ride.

"Hey!" Harrison beams, AirPods and laptop cleared and tucked away from the table.

Neither of them are sure where they're going. She goes in with one hand and he's already leaning forward, and they end up in a funny half hug/half handshake situation. As much as it embarrassed the hell out of them, it also gives them reason to laugh at themselves.

"This is… so strange.” Y/N grimaces as she takes her seat opposite him.

"I know, I've never really done this before." he chuckles, warmth rising on his cheeks as he settles back into his seat.

She’s trying to find something to say, but she gets caught off-guard by his eyes. She was much too distracted by the shock and the overall physical presence of him. But his clear-framed Wayfarers frame his handsome face, emphasizing his dazzling eyes.

Blue. Like his namesake.

“You have very pretty eyes,” he breaks the silence with a quiet observation.

She bites the inside of her cheek, chucks it right back at him. “I could say the same about you.”

“That was a cheap line, wasn’t it?” the pink tinge returns to his cheek, although it doesn’t feel like it ever went away. He laughs and she laughs along, but he means it. Her dark eyes are warm and comforting on this grey, icy day.

“Ah, well, I’ll give it a pass,” Y/N coolly looks out the window. Then she flashes a cheeky smile at him, “This time.”

And with her bright personality, it lights a fire deep within his stomach. God, he likes this girl.

“So how’s your last day of class?” he smoothly switches back to casual small talk. “Did Sleepy Joe come through?”

“Right, yeah!” she beams this time. “He came into class just in the nick of time, and I’m... pretty sure he answered most of the questions?”

“Wahey, well done!”

“I haven't graded it, but it looks okay! Like, it’s coherent so far."

"So far." he reminds her. "Who knows, man, maybe he fell asleep halfway through a sentence and started... doodling Shrek or something."

"You're a man with peculiar taste, you know that? Shrek and Nickelback and all that…” she muses, purposely leaving the part where she thinks it’s cute as fuck.

“Come on, you like ‘em, too,” he goads her through his coffee cup. “We both know you’re not always into--”

“Into what?” Her eyebrows shoot up challengingly.

“The deep, important stuff that reflects… you know, the society in the past or present. Or future.”

“You sound like Sleepy Joe trying to bullshit his way through my class.”

The little inside jokes seem to flow easily then, as if they’ve had this conversation numerous times. And in retrospect, they have. Spread over many afternoons, over copious cups of tea. Just always with hundreds of miles between each other. Never separated by a mere foot length of a coffee shop table. Elbows nearly bumping.

Hands well within reach as they catch up like old friends.

Or old lovers. They haven’t decided on that yet. If their knees touch under the table, or their hands accidentally brush as they grab their cups, they say nothing.

And before they know it, they talk and talk until the barista quietly (but pointedly) comes up to them to say the cafe’s closing up. Y/N eyes glints at the sheer amusement of this innocent bystander, and Harrison struggles to keep his laughter in.

“He’s not really a big fan, is he?” Harrison snickers as the guy returns to the back of the counter.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s ecstatic. He just witnessed a meet-cute that held up a long line in the morning and now these assholes are back, holding him up at the end of his shift.” she rolls her eyes playfully. “I’m sure he thinks we’re adorable.”

Truth be told, they are.

And truth be told, Harrison is not quite ready to go back to being by his singular self just yet. So as they walk out of the coffee shop and reach the curb, he musters up the courage to ask,

“So what’s the rest of your night look like?”

“Probably just make myself some dinner, have a drink…” Y/N gingerly scratches the back of her ear. “Join me?”

And there it goes. A simple, two-word question, and a look on her face-- so subtle yet so beyond words- that tells him maybe she enjoys his company, too.

"Lead the way," he offers his arm.

She takes his arm and huddles up closer as she shivers from the cold gust of wind. The layers of clothing a stark contrast to their usual state of undress in their pictures, the surprisingly wholesome conversation at the cafe, the quiet walk back to her flat… they’re not exactly what she expected.

But maybe it’s just what she needed.

"So I gotta ask," she starts, and he knows where this is going. "And I don’t mean this in a nosy, possessive kind of way, but-- why didn't you tell me you were back in town?”

Harrison contemplates an excuse. He could tell her he’d just arrived, or he’d come back early on a whim, or he was planning to visit his mother first anyway. But he doesn’t. “Well… I didn’t wanna make it weird between us. Didn’t wanna make you feel like-- I don’t know. Like I’m pressuring you to meet me, you know?”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she notes, and then coolly adds, “But honestly, I'm fine. If I feel like you’re pressuring me into anything, I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Of course.” he quietly smiles to himself, although he doubts it would ever come to that. He’d happily wrap himself around her little finger. So bold, so beautiful, so sure of herself.

Y/N catches his smile and finds herself doing the same, too. He looks at her like he’s perpetually in awe of her, and it makes her so fucking weak.

“And for what it’s worth… I’m glad we decided to meet up.” she puts a reassuring hand on his arm.

“I don’t think we had a choice the first time, technically.”

“Man, get out of here with your technicalities!” she jokingly shoves him away with her over-the-top John Mulaney impression, sending him laughing and stumbling on the slippery ground.

She leads him up to the second floor of her building, welcoming him into her humble one-bedroom flat. She half wishes she’d tidied up before she left this morning--she has empty mugs serving as paperweight for assignments she’s grading and her knit blanket balled up on one end of the couch because she couldn’t be bothered to fold it before heading to bed last night.

Not that it matters.

To him, the mess is as much a part of charm as the rest. He likes how her shelves have books stacked and lined up in no particular order that he recognizes, documents sticking out like white tongues and all. He likes how she uses a succulent as a bookend. He likes the Polaroid pictures and bills and reminders on the fridge, held up by colorful enamel magnets. It’s an extension of her that no amount of pictures or conversations can capture.

“So,” she pipes up as he studies the framed pictures and diplomas on the wall, making him slightly jump. “You gonna help me cook or what?”

***

Harrison makes himself useful by picking the music (No Nickelback, Y/N warns, and they settle on a more mutually liked Childish Gambino) and playing sous chef. And he’s a pretty good sous chef, too; sets up the ‘stations’ all neat and organized, chops up the vegetables without so much a chunk out of place, even though he’s rather careful about the amount of seasoning he puts in. He navigates the narrow space of Y/N’s kitchen well enough, hand instinctively landing on her lower back every time he slides past her and vice versa. Chattering away like it doesn't make their hearts skip a beat at that little touch. When the conversation dies down, they let the music fill the companionable silence.

Come dinner-time, they casually play footsie over flirty banters. He compliments her on her scrumptious cooking ("I'm simply using the spices your people colonized my people for," she side-eyes him in good nature.) He takes it as a challenge for when he cooks for her next time. And they go about it as if they're certain that there will be a next time.

And by the time they finish the bottle of wine, they're fully cuddling on the sofa, mildly tipsy and incredibly cozy. Shoes off and sock-clad feet up on the couch, Y/N folds her legs and leans them over Harrison's lap as she curls up on his chest, cheek smushed against his soft grey turtleneck. They're watching The Hobbit although the volume is low and they spend most of the time talking about something else.

"Isn't it funny how we basically put several dates together all in the span of one evening?" he chuckles. "We had coffee, dinner, drinks, Netflix…"

"Man, I don't even know where we're at anymore. I mean, you saw my tits before you even talked to me."

He hums lightly. "And what nice tits they are, too --pardon my French.”

She brushes him off, “Oh, please. Talk French to me any damn day, Harrison.”

He laughs, but says nothing else. When she looks up at him, she catches him deep in thought.

“What is it?”

“It’s just… funny to hear you say my real name.”

“Would you prefer me to call you ‘baby’ like we used to on the phone?”

Her words are playful, but the air swells around them in an instant. Suddenly the weeks and weeks worth of tension is very palpable. They instantly become very aware of how close their bodies are pressed together. His clear blue eyes darken, darting between her eyes, black as night and ridden with mischief. “Do I have to choose?”

She doesn’t miss his quick glance at her wine-kissed lips, and she quirks up a winning smirk. “Harrison, baby… You can have whatever you want.”

And just like that, they close the gap between their lips, neither knowing or caring who goes in first. Not a day goes by without them secretly picturing what kissing the other would feel like, and now that they’re there, as close as they can be, it’s like a sigh of relief. Talking to Harrison has always felt like a thrill, but in that moment, their words cease, fingers weaving into his brown curls, breaths syncing in, and Y/N feels… calm.

Well.

As calm as they can be, all enshrouded in warmth until the growing heat overwhelms them.

He wants more, more, more of her. The red wine is ten times sweeter on her tongue, and the faint smell of her clothes and her shampoo and her perfume just intoxicates him. And when she giggles at how he chases her kiss… God.

He murmurs something Y/N doesn’t quite hear.

“Hm?” she pulls away.

Harrison is quick to bury his pretty face in her neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses to the back of her ear. Then, “However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.”

“Fuck…” she breathes out, pushing him back. Before he even computes, she pulls him up to his feet and leads him to her bedroom door.

Somehow the six-feet distance between her door and her bed feels like miles, and they’re tangled in the endless layers and layers of clothing to peel off. Harrison trips on his sweater and lands just at the edge of the bed. Y/N laughs at him until her own sweater gets stuck and he has to unceremoniously help her out of it. It's not perfect, but somehow it just makes it so.

The giggles turn into sighs as he undoes her shirt button one by one and replaces it with a trail of kisses down her chest. And the sighs turn into moans as his tongue and teeth get involved, marking and soothing her soft mounds. Leaving a wet patch on the sleek surface of the fabric, and a slick sheen on her smooth skin.

He gazes up at her in permission when his hand ventures up her back, right where the hooks are. She bucks up into him to let him do the honors. He undoes her bra in one swift movement of one hand, but then fumbles for a word at the sight of her bare-chested, spread-eagle like some obscene statue and he’s right there kneeling before her at the altar.

“Jesus fuck me,” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth, and he remembers the telling off he would get back in boarding school.

But far be it for Y/N to reprimand him for that. It’s ridiculous and nonsensical and completely honest. So she bites her lower lip in a discreet smile and remarks, “You like?”

“I love,” he sighs as he puts a pebbled bud in his mouth, one after the other, ingraining the feel of it on his tongue, on the pad of his thumb. The sound of her moans as he sucks and nips at it.

Y/N is completely shameless about reaching underneath her panties as she clenches for who knows how many times. The cotton is completely soaked through, but before she can indulge herself, his hand stops hers.

“No, let me,” Harrison all but whines, like a little boy threatened to get his toy taken away. His fingers hook onto the waistband possessively.

She lifts her hips, but slides slightly off of the bed anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind; his face is only closer to that spot between her legs after all. His hand trails a path from her ankle, along her calf, behind the back of her knee, up her inner thigh… over her glistening pussy.

He can’t believe she’s real.

He licks up her nether lips, slowly sinking into the folds. His tongue ebbs and flows on her clit and fuck if it doesn’t make her shiver. First gently, as if gauging her reaction, then sloppily. As if he can’t help himself. He’s ravenous and she’s allowed him to feast on her.

She is selfish in the indulgence of her pleasure. The moans that come out of her mouth shamelessly fill the room, probably seeping through the walls. Her nail-polished fingers tangled in his brown curls, keeping his head right where she wants her. She chases his mouth with her hips, curves arching and aching to be devoured. He takes and takes and takes, and she wants more, more, more.

"Harrison…" Y/N tugs at his hair a bit. "Your fingers."

And Harrison has heard this request a million times. Only this marks the first time he can actually give her what she wants.

He pulls away to see his middle finger trace the outline of her cunt, watching her clench around nothing at the slightest of the touch. He reaches her clit and rubs circles around it, pressing it gently to let out the beautiful breathy moans from her lips.

"Is there where you want me?" he teases her, a shit-eating grin hidden behind a bite on her thigh.

She groans in response. "You know exactly where I want you."

"I really don't," he replies matter-of-factly, puppy dog eyes staring up at her. "Maybe I need you to tell me."

She's so close to her orgasm, and yet she's inching further and further by the second. "Inside me, god-fucking-dammit!” she urges through her teeth, her grip on his hair sending him enough surge of delicious pain down his spine.

And sends him in line, too.

“You like that, baby?” Y/N pulls his hair back and watches his eyes shut closed in pleasure. “You gonna be good and fingerfuck me like I told you to?”

“Fuck yeah.” he breathes, licking up at her one more time, and in a split second of eye contact, he spits right on her sopping cunt before he sinks his middle finger into her.

Caressing her. One finger and then another.

And she swears she might just come right then and there. No toy, no fantasy could ever amount to this.

To him.

“Harrison…” she whimpers, not knowing whether to grind into his hand or grab a fistful of his hair to steady herself. In the end, she does both.

His motion picks up to an incredible pace, fingers switch rapidly between fucking her and rubbing her, moving so fast he's practically slapping her clit. It sets her body on fire, and she gladly goes down trembling and thrashing in her burn for him.

In her haze of orgasm, she barely registers Harrison crawling up over her, pressing light comforting kisses on her chest. But she needs air, and she seeks it in his kiss. Her own arousal on his mouth brings her back to life, and she laps at the remaining juices on his chin, before kissing him deeply, properly.

"Holy fuck," Y/N says between labored breaths. "You eat pussy like a porn star."

"Still think I'm a bad lay?" he smugly pokes fun at her.

"I never said you were! I'm just saying, statistically, there's a chance that you might be…" she pouts in protest.

"Sure. 'Statistically.'" he rolls his eyes sarcastically, prompting her to turn them both over so she's on top.

And God, what a sight he is, sprawled out in her bed like this. No amount of good angles and quality photographs can ever capture this moment so… authentically. The streetlight illuminates the gentle rise and fall of his chest through the window. In this close proximity, she can closely admire the slope of his nose and the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His kiss-swollen lips turn upward in a smile, and Y/N doesn't even try to resist the urge to bring her own lips to his again.

There's no pretense in their kiss. The walls of courtesy are knocked down, and they bear no shame in their want anymore. She's been dying to explore him, and he's more than ready to give all of himself to her.

Y/N guides his arms over his head, drawing lines over the bumps and ridges of his lean muscles. She gently squeezes his wrists, and he's all too happy to oblige in keeping them in place.

"Excited, are we?" Her thigh brushes over the tent he's pitching, and she can't help but tease him.

He only blushes when she peels off his boxer briefs. She doesn't touch him there yet, of course-- she laves at his hip bone and inner thighs, avoiding his glorious hard-on. His lexicon seems to have left him when she makes her way down his abs. The only words that stay with him are praises in her name and curses to the beautiful agony.

"Y/N!" Harrison whines.

"Alright, alright…" she relents with a light laugh as she finally swallows his cock whole, all at once.

He feels his soul getting yanked out of his body as he hits the back of her throat the first time. Y/N takes a moment to even out her breath, but soon bobs her head up and down along his thick length.

Suddenly keeping himself in place isn't such a small feat anymore. He fists at the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing her hair. But his hips buck up into her as if without his own accord, making her gag.

"Sorry! Sorry--"

"Eager, are we?" She smirks, glancing down at the precum leaking out of his purplish tip.

"I need to be inside you before I bust, I swear to God…" he sits and pulls her back up with him, her thighs straddling his.

"Can't help it. You taste so fucking good." Y/N chuckles, nuzzling his nose.

"Yeah? Show me."

Her stomach flips as she cups her face. It's a strangely tender moment in this otherwise obscene activity. He tilts back, letting the warm light wash over his features, and she briefly wonders if he's carved by the gods. Her thumb traces his lower lip, flesh instead of marble, and kisses him languidly. His cum and hers melding into one, tasting like absolute heaven. And before long, the thought of his cum and hers melding inside her takes over her mind until there’s absolutely nothing else.

She doesn’t even tease him. No. She lines his cock onto her entrance and bottoms out in one go. All words go out the window. Only breaths spelled out on each other’s mouth. Limbs tangled up as close as can be. Bodies overwhelmed with the delicious pain of being stretched out by his thick girth and blinding grip of her inner walls.

Almost all words.

Harrison whispers her name, kissing her wherever he can reach her. He doesn’t say it, but the words he said earlier echoes back in her head. However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.

And God, she wants it all.

She rides him hard and fast, and he meets her halfway on every thrust. They somehow find their pace in an off-beat rhythm, peppered with lips and hips colliding in the dirtiest fashion. His hand wanders down to her clit, sending the rest of her body in another wave of pleasure until her pace falters.

Y/N clings onto him like she’s gonna get washed away otherwise. And he holds onto her, like he’s afraid she’s gonna disappear as she logs off every night for the past six weeks.

But she’s here, and so is he. And that’s all that matters.

“Fuck me…” she sighs, burying her face in his neck.

“Are you saying or are you asking?”

She giggles, and he can’t imagine ever being tired of her voice. “Both.”

“Say no more, baby.” Harrison squarely kisses her hair and lays her down on the crumpled-up bedsheets.

He kneels before her, his beauty only rivaled by Michelangelo’s David, and slides into her once again. He takes a sharp breath and the Greek statue comes to life. She likes that she has that effect on him. She wraps her legs around his tiny waist, silent claiming him mine, mine, mine.

“You feel so fucking good, what the fuck?” Harrison feverishly rambles, pounding into her in tight, shallow strokes.

“Yeah?” she gives him a sharp smack on his ass. “Get to it, then.”

“Do that again and I just might.”

Smack! It sends shivers down his spine, and he can’t get enough. He quickens his thrusts with every time her palm lands on his ass, and the idea of her handprint on his skin turns him on beyond belief. And when her delicate hand finds her way to his neck, squeezing him into a new height of ecstasy… he’s done for.

“Harrison.”

He spills out her name and his release at the same time. And in the warm spray of his release, she finds hers. Clenching and contracting until they’re both left sweaty and breathless in their own mess. Piling on top of each other in comfortable silence.

“Hey, stranger.” he leaves a peck on the tip of her perfect nose. “Whatcha thinking?”

She ponders over the word he used. Stranger. She ponders over how strange it is that he’s never felt like one to her. And even stranger that they have forever and a night to get to know each other. So she simply shakes her head and says,

“Nice to meet you.”

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