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F-R-I-E-N-D-S Hyung Line

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NAMJOON

"Joonie stop!" The sounds of your squeals echo throughout the apartment as he tickles both of your sides.

"No, not until you say that Kim Namjoon is the sexiest man ever!" He states as you try to wiggle away from his torturous grasp.

"Never! You might as well just let me g-" you gasp when he begins to increase the speed of his fingers.

"I'll only do it if you apologize for saying that Han Sung is more handsome than me." He slows down with raised brows, plump lips stretched so much into a smirk that his dimples appear.

Body now able to take in stable air, you let out a huff of defiance. "You know if I say that it'll be a lie!"

Namjoon stares at you with a blank face as his lips purse in agitation. "Okay...you wanna be like that then."

"What are you-ah! Stop it! Shit, I'll apologize!" You scream from the familiar feeling of being touched on your ticklish sides.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you over the screams," Namjoon calls out through his own laughter, eyes adoringly taking in the way your face scrunches up.

"I-I said I'll apologize! Now please stop!"

Hearing your whining pleads, Namjoon finally stops.

"So...about that apology?" He leans against the chair with a grin as his arms cross in victory.

Scooting back against the furniture, you make eye contact with the smug male.

"Aight damn. I'm sorry for saying the character Taehyung plays in that drama is more handsome than you..." He nods his head at your apology and patiently waits for rest.

"...cause truth be told: that Mothafucker ten times sexier than you. Like, a bitch was damn near finna say fuck it and go back into time for dat ass."

Namjoon's face quickly shifts into an angry frown.

"Take. That. Back!" He hisses with narrowed eyes, body slowly creeping towards you with a clenched jaw.

Your lips form into a mischievous smirk. "But why should I?"

He freezes at your question with wide eyes before lowering his head. "Because...because I..."

You frown at his sudden change of demeanor. "Hey, you okay? You know I was just playing right? I'm not serious."

"Yeah...I know. It's just that...I-I don't know how to explain this." Namjoon nervously wrings his hands with a strained smile.

A few moments pass, he continues to stumble over his words before shaking his head with a weak It doesn't matter.

Leaning closer to him, you put a comforting hand on his shoulder with a bright smile. "You're my friend Namjoon, so whatever it is you can tell m-"

"Don't say that!"

You flinch at the loudness of his voice and quickly withdraw from him as he gets up from the floor to began to pace.

"J-just please...don't." He shakily whispers, running a hand through his dyed locks.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I thought that I could just pretend and act like always. But no! I can't do it! What the fuck is wrong with me? "

"Hey!" Getting on your feet, you walk over and grab his hands when he begins to hit his head in a scolding way, "calm down Joon. It's okay...just tell me and maybe I could help."

Namjoon looks at your joined hands in thought. You give them a squeeze forcing him to look up and shyly make eye contact.

"I love you."

A warm smile replaces your frown as you playfully push him away with an eye roll. "Dammit, dude! And here I thought it was something bad when it was only that. I love you too ya dork."

"No ____, you're not understanding me." He shakes his head at your words before grabbing your hands again. "I love love you."

You stare at his face with widened eyes, searching for any trace of laughter to see if he was serious or not.

'Namjoon...he loves me?'

But by the way he looked, it was clear to see that he meant every single word. But you refused to face the truth and instead brushed it off with small giggles.

"Yeah right, go somewhere else with that Romeo 'O Romeoheadassery. But thanks for the small joke, I really needed a chuckle or two." You wipe away the forming tears with a breathless sigh.

"____!" Namjoon huffs before grabbing your face to pull you closer to his. "I'm in love with you. I always have been ever since I met you all those years ago."

Dark eyes boring into yours, it almost made you feel vulnerable from the intenseness they held.

You step back from his touch and turn away, sure that if you hadn't you would've been broken down at the confession. "You don't love me Namjoon...you can't."

"____, I get that you've been a little rocky when it comes to the topic of relationships. Especially after what had happened with [Ex-Boyfriend's Name]. But I want you to know that I'm here for you and-"

"We're nothing more than friends okay?! So stop it!"

Namjoon goes quiet as you look at the ground with clenched fists.

"...I just don't love you that way, you're more like a brother to me."

The room goes quiet. The weight of your words caused you to feel even worse until it was replaced by a shaky sigh.

"It's because of my looks isn't it?"

Quickly turning around, you catch sight of Namjoon quickly wiping away the tears that were starting to form.

"Of every girl I've ever confessed to, they always rejected me. Even my fans didn't want me because I wasn't handsome or cute enough. I was afraid to tell you, but I thought that maybe...just maybe...the one person who's been by my side since the beginning would love me for me," He looks at you with a laugh of disbelief, "but even you don't love me the way I want you to."

Tears filled your eyes from his words as you let out a small sigh. Reaching out to him you place a hand on his shoulder. "Joon."

He flinches away from your touch with a forced smile, dull eyes staring at you.

"N-no I'm okay, really. I don't need pity."

"Look Namjoon, you're an amazing guy-and please trust me when I say that. But I've known you since we were ten, it's kinda impossible for me to see you that type of way..." you look at the ground knowing that your friendship may not ever be the same way again, "but there's another reason why I'm not able to love you that way."

He observes your shrunken frame, the way you hold yourself as you avoid his gaze. "I'm guessing you've found someone else?"

Despite knowing you were going to say that his heart still breaks at your subtle nod.

At the sudden sound of keys, you look up in time to see him grabbing his coat and wallet. "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm...I'll just go for a little walk or something. You can see yourself out while I'm gone."

Walking out when you're hurt is one thing, but to walk out of your own place? That was definitely some deep-ass heartbroken shit right there.

But it was also deep-ass heartbroken shit you needed to quickly fix before it got worse.

"Namjoon wait! Just please hear me out." He stops at the front door without turning around, refusing to see your face and get more hurt.

"What is it ____? Because I really don't want to hear 'how much of a great guy he is' or that you want me to meet him. Especially after I've just gotten my heart broken by my bestfriend." He clears his throat in an attempt to shake off the waver in his voice.

You feel your skin heat up in embarrassment. "Um, well...actually-you won't believe this by the way. It's so hilarious that-"

"Dammit, ____! Can you just get to the point so that I can cry while stuffing my face in peace after you leave!" Namjoon cuts you off in irritation with a snap.

Nervously rubbing your hands, you rock on your feet. "It's not a he...it's a she."

His hand lets go of the doorknob before slowly turning towards you with wide eyes. "W-wait a minute. So that's why you won't go with me...and broke up with..."

You sheepishly nod at his words. "Yup, I like pussy."

A laugh explodes from Namjoon as he runs over and picks you up with a twirl.

"Ah! You don't know how happy this makes me." He breaths out, the gloomy face from before now replaced with a bright smile.

You look at him with raised eyebrows. "So you're not upset?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, but not as much. I mean, at least you're not getting dicked down by a guy. So when did you find out?"

Scoffing at his answer, you lean against his shoulder with a soft glare. "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that sexist ass comment. But to answer your question, you know when we went to that party in the eighth grade?"

Namjoon stares off into space before dawning a look of realization. "Oh, when you played Seven Minutes of Heaven with that girl? Wasn't her name Rosie?"

A huge dimpled grin appears on his face at your shy nod, "My girl! She's a hottie right?"

"Really? Are you seriously gonna ask me that?" You look at him in disappointment, head shaking with a frown.

Namjoon hangs his head in shame once he realized what he said. "Yeah, you're right. My bad, I shouldn't have asked that. I'm s-"

"Because I'm gonna tell you right now...that ass is amazing." You hum out with a dreamy look sat on your face.

"Hmm...good to know. You don't think she'll mind sharing right?" He wiggles his brows, hand creeping up your leg.

Smacking it away with a fake contemplating look you finally let out a sigh of disappointment. "I don't know...I mean I'm already used to that kind of thing, but I guess I can see if Mina and Hye-jin will agree to it."

Namjoon chokes on his spit, eyes stretched open. "Y-you pulling two girlfriends at once?!"

With a cocky grin, you stretch your arms out. "Uh-huh. Put both of their asses to sleep before coming over here."

He quickly gets on his knees in a begging position. "Please please please: teach me your ways."

Seeing the ways his eyes sparkled with hope, there was no way you were going to turn him down.

"Well, the first thing to do is-"

The familiar ringtone of your phone fills the room, forcing you to stop talking to pick it up.

Opening the device, you immediately see the picture showing both of your girlfriends barely covering themselves as they asked you to come home.

"Sorry bud, duty calls," quickly showing him the picture, you put the phone away to grab your things and run out of the apartment.

Namjoon runs to the doorway just as you got in your car and shot him a sly thumbs up.

"Bu-hey! Can you at least send me that picture? ____!"

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SEOKJIN

"Just drop it! How many times do I have to tell you that I don't feel that way?!" You yell out in anger as the two of you faced each other.

The day started like any normal one: Jin would visit, you'd sit together and hang out for hours until it was either too late to stay out, he was needed to record a song, or if any of the other members called.

It was a system that had been running for nearly seventeen years, but now...not so much.

"____, please just hear me out," He desperately pleads with misty eyes. Your glare softens a little as you look at the face you've known since middle school.

You step away from his warm touch, refusing to fall for it again. Every single time you were close to going off he would wrap you in his arms, making you lose all confidence to say it.

But not this time...

You couldn't do it anymore. What kind of bestfriend were you if you just turn a blind eye as he continued to suffer day by day?

"No, you hear me out Jin. Constantly bringing up shit like this will only push me away. That stuff about being head-over-heels in love with me...it makes me go crazy sometimes that I can't even think straight. For fucks sake, I already have a boyfriend and you know that! You can't just expect me to drop my three-year relationship out of the blue," your voice cracks, eyes lowered to the ground despite wanting to look him in the face.

The room goes silent. The tension grows thicker as the sound of your breathing being the only thing heard.

"I love you so much ____ that I-I can't stop thinking about you. My pulse race whenever we make eye contact...heck, I even stop eating my food whenever your name pops up in the conversations during practice just to join in," he weakly jokes despite the view of his eyes filling with tears.

You want nothing more than to just walk up and hug him, but you knew it'll only add salt to the wound by doing so.

The only option left was to wrap your arms around yourself in a lame attempt to mimic the same feeling of protection he would give.

Hot tears ran down your face at his words. Lips formed into a shaky half-assed smile when you look up at him.

'Why is everything complicated?'

"Jin..." your words trail off when he holds up his hand and sadly shakes his head.

"No...you don't need to explain yourself when it's not even your fault. I fell in love with you knowing there was zero chance of you having those same feelings. It was all on me," he slowly walks to you only to stop when there were only a few spaces in-between.

A bright smile appears on his face, but you could still see the true pain that was held behind his eyes.

"Just know that cocky asshole you call a boyfriend will mess up, and it'll be to a point where he loses the best thing that has ever happened in his life," a shiver runs down your spine at the intenseness of his words.

With gentle movements, Jin pulls you to his chest and cups your face before placing his forehead against yours.

As your eyes close he continues to observe you. Wanting to have the sight of your face etched in his mind 'til the day he takes his last breath.

Even in a crying state such as this, your [Light/Brown/Dark] skin dulled from the lightning of the room as leftovers tears clung to the eyelashes underneath your puffy eyes, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

And if he couldn't have you? Jin would still grow old with a smile knowing he got a chance to have someone like you in his life.

"Despite the dreams I have of us together...I will still stand for you even if I can't have you in reality."

He presses his lips unto yours, putting everything he has into the tender kiss before reluctantly parting away.

You're brought back from your frozen state and stare at him with wide eyes, heart stuttering from his actions.

Softly touching your lips, heat spreads over your face and ears.

The sound of your thundering heartbeat and Jin's retreating footsteps fill your head as he leaves you alone with your shambled thoughts.

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HOSEOK

"Oh my god! What are you doing?! Don't just stand there looking at it! Run bitch! Don't fucking go in that basement you dumbass! I don't give a damn if you hear movement down there! No don't look back- aaaand she's dead," you glare in annoyance towards a character that was in the scary movie.

Hearing a chuckle from the side, you turn your attention to Hoseok as he watches you scold the idiotic people for their mistakes.

"What?" You stuff more popcorn into your mouth with a huff, happily eating the only thing that's making the 'movie night' experience tolerable.

His eyes widen in shock now upon seeing that realizing you caught him and quickly turn towards the movie.

"N-nothing!"

Your eyes narrow in suspicion before shaking off his weird behavior and continue to watch the screen.

But it seemed that task was damn near impossible when the constant feeling of eyes gazing against your skin caused you to finally snap.

Eyes closed with a small annoyed groan, you turn off the TV. "Look Hobi, we've already been over this haven't we?"

Hoseok innocently looks at you as a light blush spreads across his face. "W-what? What do you mean my dearest ____?"

"You really think I don't see you looking at me with that look in your eyes?"

His once light blush turned into a full-out crimson wave that covered his entire face as he sheepishly looks at his hands. "Was...was I really that obvious?"

"Nooo, you totally were so notobvious with the constant sneaky glances and blushing cheeks that turned even redder whenever we made eye contact."

Hoseok lets out a small sigh. "Okay, I know you said no, but please just give me a chance. I promise to-"

He immediately stops talking at the sight of your raised hand. "Look, you are a very great person who would seem like an awesome boyfriend. But just not my boyfriend."

He shakes his head at your words. "____, I just know we're meant to be together. I said I love you, you said you love me-"

"I love you as a friend. Got it? Plus I only said that like once when I was high from those weed brownies Jin had made. Man! You're really not going down without a fight huh?"

"You know, I really think we are meant to be. I mean both of our signs are compatible and everything. I even know all the things you're allergic to just like you know mines." Hoseok says with a smile, ignoring all of the words that came out of your mouth.

"Oh my god! Just because we know things about each other doesn't mean anything. And I only told you because of that time you made me banana bread and my whole fucking face and hands got swollen even after I've specifically told you that I'm allergic to nuts. But your dumbass put almond paste in the damn bread!"

"All the more reason why I should be your man. You could've died if I wasn't there to call the ambulance."

You stare at him in disbelief, your eye begins to twitch in anger. "Now I know goddamn well-motherfucker! You were the one who caused me to go to the damn hospital."

"Shhh...don't worry babe, just calm down. We'll talk about us later okay?" He coos out, holding your face with care as he brushes away the wrinkles from your furrowed brows.

The room goes silent.

"Get out."

Hoseok looks at you in shock, startled from the calm tone you spoke despite the fire raging in your eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you need some tea? A foot massage? Back massage? You name it and I'll do it." He frantically asks and places his hands on your shoulders so that he could start on your command.

"Get. Out." You spit out the words as you look up at him, your eyes slowly forming into slits.

"Now you know I can't do that. No boyfriend should-"

"Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME!!" With a roar, you push the confused love-sick fool off your couch and towards the front door.

"Wait. I-"

"NO! You can't be reasoned with. I'm done being polite to your ass. Hit the road Jack! Siyahnara! Ducese! Ádios Amigo! Au revoir! Salut! Now bye!" Cutting off any possible explanation, you push him out the doorway along with his jacket and shoes.

Hoseok looks at you like a puppy who had its chew toy taken away. "We could be something great if you just give us a try ____!"

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, hands gripping your braids in frustration with his never-ending attempts.

"Hoseok...I've told you one, two, three, four, five-hell now six thousand times: I don't love you like that. Just as friends okay?"

He nods his head. "Yeah but-"

"Good to know you understand. Buh bye~" Cutting off his words with a bright smile, you slam the door shut in his face.

"But sweetheart, you can't do this to me...I love you." He whimpers out in sadness on the other side of the door.

You lean on it for a few moments, the occasional pleads from the man outside fill your head as he continues to stand outside in the cold.

'Goddammit! Doesn't he have anywhere else to go? The fuck he still doing out there?'

"I'm really doing this aren't I? Dammit ____! Why you gotta be so fucking nice?"

Slowly getting up off the door, you open it revealing a red-nosed Hoseok sitting on the ground in sadness.

"Hobi..." Hearing the soft calling of his name, he lifts his glassy eyes to meet your reluctant ones.

With a soft head nudge, a smile suddenly appears on his face before he quickly gets up and runs inside the warm building.

You close the door behind him and trudge to the living room.

Plopping down to the spot next to him, the TV was turned on once more. The light atmosphere from before the whole ordeal had returned.

"____?"

Finally dragging your eyes from the movie currently playing with a popcorn-filled mouth, you turn towards a quiet Hoseok.

"Hmm? Whut yuh wahn?" You mutter, eyes quickly going back to the screen while still munching on the crunchy popped kernels.

He doesn't answer making you grow agitated from his lack of words. "Bitch didn't you just hear me? I asked what the fuck you w-mm?!"

Your eyes widen at the sudden feeling of a pair of lips pecking your own. Snapping towards him, you catch sight of Hoseok running out of the room with a smile.

The sounds of his giggles echo around the apartment as you sit there in a frozen flustered state, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

"HOSEOK!!"

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YOONGI

"Oh my god, he's soooo hot! ____, do you think he'd hook up with one of us?" One of your lab partners whispers out as she and her other friends surround you.

You stiffen at the sound of your name being called. "Huh?"

The girls roll their eyes. "I said do you think he'll go with one of us. Weren't you listening?"

Your lips purse at her words. Pushing the sliding goggles up, you lift the tubes filled with unknown liquids in hand.

"Um...I really wouldn't know a lot about that. But as you can see here, we have to find out what these substances are. Don't you think it would be very efficient if we would all just do our part of the project? It'll make my work much easier."

They scoff at your words. "You always have your nose in a book or task. Relax for once! It's not like one failing grade is the end of the world."

You open your mouth ready to speak once more, but they cut you off and continue to fawn over the lone male that sat across the room.

'Now I know these motherfuckers didn't just...'

Eyes closing in frustration, you let out a tired sigh before finishing the rest of the work and collect your things.

"Mr. Go?" You call out to the teacher who was grading papers on his desk.

"Oh, ____! What brings you here?" With no words being said, you place the completed sheets of paper in front of him.

A small chuckle leaves the man once he picks up the sheets and analyzes the completion of the work that had only your handwriting on it. "Got tired of the gossip and left them behind?"

"Yes! I really cannot believe that they'll actually give up their chance of receiving a good path of education over some...dickhead." You rub your temple frustration and count backward in hopes of calming down.

A smile appears on Mr. Go's face at the way of words. "Okay, I understand. But since you used such foul language, you'll have to go help him over there."

Following the directions of where he was pointing, your eyes in horror. "What?! No please you can't-"

He raises his hands.

"Now you know I can't show favoritism among my students...even if you are my favorite." He puts on a frown, clearly struggling to stay serious and keep himself from laughing at your face.

"Fine," Your head lowers in defeat before crossing your arms with a sour pout, "but I want extra points for this."

Reluctantly making your way across the room, everyone goes quiet once they see where you were going.

Whispers begin to float in the air when you plop down in the empty seat and lay your head against the warm-toned body.

"I'm gonna take a hint and say that Mr. Go forced you to help me right?" His chest vibrates from laughter as you give a low whine in response.

"Yeah...and it's all your fault!" Leaning off him with a hiss, you send him a heated glare.

Yoongi looks at you in disbelief. "How the hell is it my fault? I haven't done anything!"

"You say that, but o-"

"____?" Turning at the call of your name, you see that it was one of your used-to-be lab partners with a tight smile on her face.

"Yes??"

Her face becomes bright red at the amount of attention she was receiving from your new partner.

"Um...why haven't you come back towards our table? You know we have lots to talk about and stuff." She grits, anger clearly showing through her fake concern.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? You want me to go back?"

"Yeah, you are our lab-partner after all."

"Nah," a snort escapes your relaxed form, "I'd rather not go back. But thanks for the offer though." With a fake smile plastered, you turn away and lay down on the desk.

"Excuse me? Who do you think are?" Her voice rises in anger and embarrassment causing the classroom to go quiet.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows at you. Eyes slightly widening at the dark emotion that fell over your face.

Your desk screeches back as you stand up and face the dramatic girl with the over-glossed lips.

"Now I was nice enough to say thanks, but you pushing on my last few nerves. You really got me fucked up if you think my ass is finna go back only to hear you and your group threaten me and talk about how you want to hook up with my friend. Want him that bad? Here, you can take him!" You pick up his arm and hand it out to her.

"Hey hey! I didn't agree to whatever the hell this is! Leave me the fuck out of it." Yoongi pulls his arm back with a pout before glaring at the girl, "I think it's best you leave. I'd hate it if you got your ass whooped in front of everybody."

"Mr. Go!" She turns to your teacher with a frown, "aren't you gonna do anything about this?"

Any traces of amusement on his face immediately disappears once realizing students were now looking at him. "Huh?"

"They threatened me! Bullying shouldn't be tolerated right?!"

Mr. Go's face goes blank. "Um..."

"Mr. Go," both of their attention shifted towards your smiling face, "no need to worry. If it's really a problem, I don't mind going to the Dean's office to speak of how I, one of the school's top students, had an altercation with someone who's two grades behind. Matter a fact, I'll just go up there right n-"

"N-no need! It was just a misunderstanding. T-that's all!"

"You sure?" She nods her head with a pale face.

"Well thank you for your cooperation sweetie! Now, get the hell out of my face before I break yours."

Both humiliated and afraid, she storms off with a glare towards you.

You sit back down with a sigh as the room slowly went back to its talkative ways.

"Damn...that was hot. Why'd you have to be so mean babe?" Yoongi grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.

Lifting your head with a glare, you yank away from his hold. "Because Yoongi, I'm done being nice to those fake ass girls who only talk to me so they can get closer to you. And don't call me babe ever again, I'm not your girlfriend."

He pouts before laying down on your shoulder. "Why not?"

"Because you're my friend, and it's kinda weird when my friends use pet names with me."

He sighs in disappointment. "I really hate that."

You look at his frowning face in confusion. "You mean the pet names? Cause I really don't have a problem with them in general, just the intimate ones."

"Nah, it's the friend part. I hate the word friend when it's put in a sentence with you and me."

Your eyes close in irritation, already knowing what's about to happen.

"Come on Yoongi. I-"

"Did you know every time we hang out, people would've come up to me and say we look like a cute couple? Why can't we get together?"

"Look Yoongi, we've known each other for literally one school year. Not even connecting over the summer or breaks. Truth said I don't even date someone unless I've known them for at least two or three years. Plus they'll have to meet my parents and other family-it's just too complicated."

He goes silent as you rub your temples in exhaustion. "But I really like you, and I don't think it's just some middle school crush. Plus-"

You quickly cover his mouth before he could say anything else.

"My guy, haven't I made it obvious? Wasn't I clear enough when I told you this? We are friends and nothing more. Or do you want me to spell it out for you? F-r-i-e-n-d-s. Got it?"

Head nodding, the once happy glint in his eyes faded away into a dull gleam of disappointment.

Seeing that he gave up, you remove your hand and grab your notebook to write down notes for next week's test.

A few minutes passed of taking small peeks at the star athlete only to see him blankly staring at the desk.

With the pressure of guilt getting too much, you place the pencil down with a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything. But you have to understand that it's just how I am when it comes to dating."

Yoongi nods his head before a small smile appears. "I understand, and I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. I get what you're saying now."

You smile at his words. "Thank you, and-"

"I get that I'll just have to talk to you more, wait two more years, and meet your family until you're mine. And it won't stop there babe, not until a ring is sitting proudly on that finger of yours showing everyone we got married." The bell sounds as you look at him frozen, no words to say.

Having a bright gummy smile instead of the usual intimidating glare, Yoongi gives you a quick peck on the cheek with a wink. "I'll see you later ____. Or should I say, Mrs. Min? Damn...has a nice ring to it doesn't it?"

Your mouth opens to say something, but he leaves before any sound could come out.

Leaning against the chair your head shakes in disbelief when a sudden thought came to mind.

"Wait...he said married?!"

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iluvtreyparker · 5 months

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Backstage

~you make a point to meet Trey after the DVDA concert~

*smut (awww)

For whatever reason, he was always on your mind. Trey fucking Parker. You hadn’t the slightest really why it was him, but he just had something special. Was it the way he flawlessly crafted comedy? How he made it so smooth it almost seemed easy, like it was something feasible for even you to produce. And you found yourself yearning to be like him, admittedly making failed attempts at his strengths, revealing to you just how special his mind really was. As if he wasn’t already causally and humbly genius, there was just something about his voice. It reeled you in. The tone, the cadence with which it flowed seamlessly from his lips, gracing the air with immaculate elocation. And when he sang, lord, to you it was like angels descending down from the heavens, donned in white with wings and halos, heavenly light raining down behind them as they came down on white fluffy clouds, caroling a continuous “Ahhh,” emanating sounds of holy glory. And the way in which he could weave humor between the lines of adept instrumentals of any style drove you mad. As a music student, you were impressed and intrigued by his diverse talent. But as a girl, you were turned on. You knew him and Matt had a silly little band together, as they wrote and recorded a song for their movie Orgazmo, as well as the song, What Would Brian Boitano Do, on the end credits from the South Park movie. That one drove you a little nuts to be honest. The fast pace, how hard it went, and especially the image in your mind when Trey sang “I’m gonna take off my pants, and I’m gonna make dirty love to you.” That one always elicited a giggle or a teehee.

Lo and behold, the holy grail was bestowed upon you this evening. DVDA in the lineup at a festival in your damn town. You had to go and oh god you wanted to get backstage. The thoughts started flooding in. What if I could get back there and get him alone with me. Is that possible? Is there anywhere to actually do that backstage? Maybe you could take him home. Or maybe he had a hotel room. There was no practical way you could get backstage, you thought. How did groupies ever even do that anyways? And then it dawned on you. While you went to school for music, on the side you worked for the school paper. Maybe there was some way you could act like you’re a real journalist to work your way back there. Something like that. Or maybe they’d see a little dweeb working for the school and think, “Oh how sweet, let’s let the poor thing do her little interview, yeah?” and they’d let you in out of pity because you’re such a dork. Highly likely. In the time leading up to the event you promised yourself you would devise a proper plan.

The day finally came about and you hadn’t given one serious thought as to what you might ask Trey in an interview, if an interview was even feasible. You know what you wanted to ask, “Are you free after this?” “What’s your favorite Cure song?” “How big is your dick?” “Favorite position?” “Grower?”

You almost completely doubted that you would even be able to make your way backstage, even with your so very official student journalist lanyard you had acquired from school. Student journalist, who really gives a shit? Like they’d let you backstage for that? “Yes, I am writing a piece for the school paper about the festival and I would love to be let backstage to interview, um, Trey, um, I mean DVDA, for it!” Yeah. That’s rich. As if.

You knew what you really wanted though, and maybe that was enough for you to will yourself backstage to meet Trey.

You wondered what he’d wear, how his stage presence would be. Something about a man getting into the music that he’s playing is just so attractive. Sigh, oh, Trey Parker.

The night rolled around and you donned what you considered to be the sexiest and edgiest bit of attire you could possibly muster from your closet, without looking like a total slut of course, you wanted to be just a little bit classy. You put in your earrings, and all your other accouterments like many bracelets and necklaces, you sighed and thought about Trey. You grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen and then downed a beer to ease the nerves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t going to get totally blasted at this thing, just on the off chance your dreams came to fruition.

You arrived at the venue and you couldn’t wait, even if this didn’t work out you couldn’t believe he was real and right there and you would be seeing Trey Parker in action. You stood in the back with a drink waiting for whatever band was playing to reach the end of their set. They weren’t too bad though, you thought, maybe you’d enjoy them more if you weren’t so badly dying to see the next group. The band played their last song, the singer said thanks and goodbye and they were off the stage. You knew there would be time between the bands for getting everything set up. So, after standing around a bit, right about now had seemingly appeared to be the perfect time to quickly slip off to the bathroom, but unbeknownst to you however, it was the worst time to do so; just as you sat down you heard cheering and then speaking over the microphone. No fucking way. Your fucking timing, huh? You rushed with all the might physically possible and burst out the stall, tearing down everything in your path as you approached the crowd. You could just stand back here? No? You needed to be up front and in the action. But there he was. His lightish brown hair shining in the stage light, gripping the mic. Oh fuck. He wore a white baseball style jersey shirt and loose fitting adidas track pants, but good lord did he make it work. You came back to reality after getting lost in the trance of Trey Parker, and began pushing your way through the crowd with determination and no apology. Pushing through drunkenness and occasional clouds of weed smoke, you were getting so close to the front of the stage. Nothing felt real as you pushed on, but were immediately halted by the harsh reality of cold liquid landing on your chest.

“Shit!” You hear, “my fucking beer!”

Someone had spilled what felt like had to be their whole cup of beer all over your brand new tight, cute little crop top. Funnily enough, you weren’t wearing a bra and this altercation’s turnout only accentuated what you were packing on your chest. A bit embarrassing though, and annoying, and now you smelled like beer and were fully nipped up at the DVDA concert. Whatever, you ignored all this and continued the journey to the front. Maybe Trey likes girls with wet boobs?

You finally made it to the front and it was like the glory of the light of heaven shown down in a beam upon him. He had so much energy, bouncing around the stage, yelling and belting out silly little lines. And oh good god the way he grabbed the mic and sang into it. It was almost obscene the way he wrapped his hand around it. And his face when he sang. Sometimes he would close his eyes briefly, maybe coupled along with a scream. It’s like he knew what he was doing. Like he was doing all of it for you. The song ended and he paused a little bit, naturally though, about to go on announcing the next song and what it was about. But for a brief moment, time was stagnant and you stared up at him, wide eyed, awaiting his next move. And by the grace of god, for a fleeting second, you felt his eyes scan you, resting briefly on the sight of your wet chest, quickly followed by his eyes moving upward to meet yours. He smiled, and then went on talking about the upcoming song. Feeling his eyes on you nearly warmed up your entire body and you started feeling weak in the knees. You’re not keeling over though, you thought to yourself, not right now anyways. But then it struck you, “Holy shit?!?!” you said to yourself, “My wet ass tits?!?!?” Did Trey Parker just check you out? God bless the drunken fool who doused your tits in beer.

The rest of the concert nearly felt like a blur as you almost refused to believe what happened to have been a real interaction. Real or not, the show was coming to a close as they announced this would be their last song before Ween took the stage. Still in disbelief, you jumped and danced along and let go of everything. You wondered though if he had snuck any other glimpses of you throughout the night. You hadn’t noticed, but maybe he was sneaky?

The last song ended and your heart sank with the realization that, first of all, it was over, but also the moment you had been waiting for was quickly approaching and you had to put forth your shitty plan into action. First of all, you didn’t really know how to get backstage, though you did notice a back room door with a bouncer/security guard and thought maybe that was a safe bet. You made your way over and were met with intimidating authority and the feeling of your loss of words.

“Can’t go back there, sorry.”

“Oh, no, well it’s okay, see I’m writing a piece for the school paper about the fest and I wanted to interview some people. See,”

You flashed your shitty student badge, “I have this.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that really constitutes backstage access,” he said, “Sorry, you’re gonna have to move along.”

You protested, “Are you sure? I mean I really gotta write this thing, do I really look like that much of a hoodlum to you?”

“No, ma’am, just can’t let anyone back here if they’re not authorized.”

Just as you were planning your counter attack, the door swings open and none other than Trey Parker comes walking out. He notices the unfolding events and stops, looking at you and recognizing. He speaks:

“Oh hey! It’s wet shirt girl! What’re you doing over here?”

Oh my god??? Wet shirt girl?!!?!

“Haha… yeah… wet shirt girl…that’s me- oh, uh. I’m a… uh… journalist. Yeah.” You replied, trying not to seem like you are a crazy fan trying to break through the barricade. Even though that is exactly what was transpiring.

“Oh, okay I see. So is this guy giving you trouble?” He said jokingly.

You giggled and responded, trailing off at the end, “Well…”

“Well I was going to grab a drink, why don’t I get you one too? C’mon.” He motioned you the direction of the drink stand, proceeding to lead you in that direction by lightly placing his hand on the small of your back, and walking you that way. The two of you approached the stand.

“What do you like?” He asked.

“Oh just a plain old Miller Lite will do…”

“Beer girl, huh?”

“Yeah haha…” you giggled nervously.

He ordered your drinks and handed yours to you, “Here you go, beer girl.” He smiled.

He led you backstage where he brought you to a dressing room where the two of you chatted for a while and drank. At one point, things got quite flirty and he monitored for you to come sit in his lap. You sat down in his warm lap as he put a hand on your thigh, you felt his warmth and felt comfortable immediately. He lightly brushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He then leaned in, putting his hand gently on your cheek, kissing you. You leaned in back, kissing him deeply, perching your hand on his chest. You felt him sigh into your mouth as he pulled away, still spinning slightly from the heat of the kiss. He looked at his watch, “Shit.” He said, “I actually have to go meet some people in a minute, fuck.” With this he kindly let you know he was getting up, and then proceeded to scramble for a pen and piece of paper. Upon finding them, he scribbled down an address and room number and handed the scrap of paper to you.

“This is where I’m staying tonight. If you wanna come by around like 1 that would be awesome. I’d really like to see you some more.”

You felt certain you must have been drooling as he said these words to you.

You didn’t want to sound too desperate, but god, you were desperate, you wanted him so badly.

“Sounds good! I’ll be there!” You smiled.

“Here, let me walk you to your car, they can wait a few minutes longer.” He said to you, putting his arm around you, leading you out. He walked you to your car and you said your goodbyes, promising to meet later.

You truly couldn't believe this had happened. With each moment, the closer it got to 1:00, the more your heart pounded. Should you change? Should you touch up your makeup? No… just stop thinking… get yourself together.

As the time approached, painstakingly, you had waited for each passing hour, yearning for his touch and to see him again.

You arrived at the hotel. It was a lot nicer than you expected. You didn’t really know what you expected though. You searched for the room number he had given you and finally arrived at the door. You took in a deep breath, held it, then knocked.

You waited a moment.

Nothing .

Your heart sank. Should you leave? Should you knock again?

You swallowed your pride, knowing how badly you wanted him, even if it embarrassed you, and you knocked one more time.

You waited.

Nothing.

You accepted the reality that this was all crazy and he wasn’t coming to the door, you began slowly sulking away down the hall when, holy shit, you heard a door open. You stopped in your tracks and turned around to see Trey popping his head out the door, “Hey!!” He said, you rushed back over to the door.

“Sorry,” he said, “I just got out of the shower..”

You looked at him, he was shirtless with just a towel wrapped around his waist, and hair still wet. You were already horny witnessing his slightly dampened bare chest.

“I can tell, haha…” you said.

“C’mon in!” He motioned you in, shutting the door behind you.

“Lemme get some clothes on real quick, here have a drink, there’s some stuff in the fridge.” He said as he grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom.

You grabbed a drink and sipped it anxiously as you briefly paced around the room before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Finally, after a few sips, he came out.

He wore an old battered and lived in Broncos t-shirt and a pair of track pants, similar to the ones you had seen him in tonight, but you could tell these were a different pair. His hair still slightly dampened, he scratched his head and spoke, “So…” he paused for a moment and then sat next to you on the edge of the bed. He was so close you could feel his body heat and smell the freshness of his recent shower.

“The show tonight was really great by the way…” You said, somewhat awkwardly, trying to fill up the space with anything to say.

“Yeah? Thanks. Y’knowI liked the show I saw too.” He said with a light laugh, nodding towards your boobs.

You blushed.

In that instance he pulled you in, his hand on your face, pressing his lips against yours. You kiss back, slipping in your tongue and working it around against his. As you kiss you feel his hand on your head, lightly grabbing your hair as he let out a grunty sigh. His other hand worked its way up your thigh and onto your waist, squeezing it a little, then pulling you in closer to him. Within this motion he led the two of you down, still kissing, to laying on the bed; smoothly and swiftly he moved you on top of him. As you mounted him, you felt the hardened length pushing against his pants. He let out a moan into your mouth as he began bucking his hips against you as you moved yourself along his hardening bulge. He pulled away for a moment and pulled off his shirt. You put your hands on his chest, feeling a light veil of sweat beginning to form, you ran your hands down until your fingers reached his waist band and you tugged at it lightly.

“You’re eager, aren’t you?” He said with a heavy breath.

“I just know what I want is all.” You told him with a smirk.

You dug your fingers deeper, pulling down his pants slowly, very quickly he took over and ripped them off with haste, throwing them off to the side. You sat up and off to the side as he did this, but within moments he had his hands on your shoulders, quickly moving your body back to the bed, pinning you down beneath him. With your wrists under his hands, he stared at your face for a moment before leaning in to kiss you, then moving his hands all about your body. He ran his hands up your torso and then pulled off your t-shirt swiftly and with the most ease you had ever seen. He leaned in and grabbed one of your tits and then put it in his mouth, sucking and licking lightly at it as his eyes wandered up to meet yours briefly. From there, he made his way down, kissing along your torso until he met with your skirt. He hovered above you and gave your pussy a rub under your skirt briefly as he breathed heavily, looking at you with lust in his eyes before unbuttoning and sliding them off along with your underwear. He eagerly tossed them to the side, letting them land wherever the hell they landed. He immediately spread your legs and dove in, gripping your thighs as he moved his tongue around you, licking everywhere in all the right places. Lord, he knew how to move his tongue. He went in circles along your clit, occasionally poking thru to the entrance, he continued this as he eventually brought his fingers up to you, teasing you lighting but then slowly entering as he maintained licking at your clit. This alone was enough to send you into shock it seemed. He began pumping in and out and curling his fingers up while inside you. He looked up at you and asked, “How’s that, baby? Do you like that?” He said this with a focused and furrowed brow, he was intent on making you feel good.

You could barely word a response and all you said was a jumble of moans and maybe something like an “uh huh”

“Yeah, you know it’s good,” he said with a smirk.

You reached out and began rubbing and stroking his cock through his boxers, feeling it get even harder with every second, marveling at the length. All you could do was keep stroking it through his boxers and imagine how it would spring out and how it would look when he took his boxers off… and how good it was going to feel inside of you…

Unable to take it any longer you blurted out with a pleading moan, “Fuck me please, Trey, I need you inside of me.”

“Oh you’re such a little slut, aren’t you, huh?” He said as he in that moment forced his fingers deeper, really hitting THAT spot, before he pulled out swiftly and you yearned immediately for the return of his touch. He pulled away and sat back, touching himself lightly as he asked, “You want this?”

“So badly,” you pouted.

He slid down his boxers, you watched wide eyed as his surprisingly above average cock slung out. He spit in his hand and gave his cock a few strokes before coming back down closer to you, beginning to line up his length with your entrance.

“I can see how badly you want it, baby.” He said breathily with a smirk, holding back from pushing in just yet, and it was driving you insane.

“I know you’re so ready for me right now…” he boasted, “But I like seeing you squirm waiting for me.” He said almost laughing at you, knowing he was killing you.

He leaned in a little, kissing you, as he began rubbing his tip on your clit and entrance, teasing you and feeling you shiver underneath him dying for him to go inside. Within an instance though, he himself couldn’t hold back any longer and he slid himself in slowly and carefully. You took in every inch, rolling back your eyes. He let out an “ahh” as he entered, pausing briefly once he was fully inside, and slowly he began thrusting. He started slow but began picking up the pace, however he made sure not to jackhammer you seeing as he was a master at the craft and knew what you would want. As he picked up, he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, and burying his face in your neck, kissing you.

You moaned, loving it, but said, “Please… don’t leave a hickey…”

He broke the kisses for a fleeting moment, “I won’t” he responded, going immediately back to sucking at your sensitive neck.

You knew he was going to leave a hickey or two, and as much as you thought didn’t want him to, it still made you feel a little proud and turned on to know you’d be marked by him for the next few days to come.

He put his hands on each side of your waist, pulling you into him as he continued thrusting, moaning and grunting in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he said with a concentrated visage, really laying into you.

“Oh fuck, Daddy.” You blurted out in the heat of the moment, immediately putting your hand over your mouth with embarrassment as it slipped out.

“Daddy, huh?” He grinned, “It’s okay, I think I like that, baby.”

“Do you want Daddy to fuck your brains out, hm?” He sneered.

“Mhmm,” you nodded. It’s all you could get out.

Immediately he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and began pounding deep inside you, deeper than earlier. He reached out, feeling one of your tits and he concentrated aggressively on pounding away at you. He continued this for a moment more before pulling out and then laying down, commanding you, “Get on top.”

You did as he said. You climbed on top of him, lifting up slightly and then lowering down slowly on top of him, letting him fill you up fully. You began riding,

“Fuck…” he moaned as you began picking up the pace, bouncing on top of him as he put his hands on your hips.

You could see and feel him getting closer and closer, as you were too. Before long he panted, “Shit… I’m getting close…”

“Yeah, babe?” You said, almost protesting, “I need you to make me cum.”

He pulled you down, locking lips with a fist full of your hair as he began bucking his hips to the perfect rhythm. He slid his hand down to your pussy and began rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as he continued pounding. You were losing control with this new addition and you felt yourself getting closer as the room started blurring out in the moment.

“Trey, I think I’m gonna cum.” You moaned.

“Yeah?” He said as he kept working you, “Cum for daddy, baby.”

This sent you over the edge, which in turn got him even closer as well. You felt that feeling and gave in, you did as he had told you, you were cumming for Trey Parker, feeling everything crumble around you as you rode out the high on top of him.

“I wanna cum on your tits.” He said with need in his voice

“Fuck, do it.” You replied.

You lifted off of him as he moved you down on your back on the quickly. Urgently, he entered you for a few last pumped before he groaned and pulled out, grabbing his cock and pumping it as he hovered above you, letting loose all over your chest.

“Ahhh.. fuck…” he whined as he finished up cumming all over you.

“Shit...” He said as he flopped over next to you.

“Oh shit…” he said momentarily after he came back down to earth, realizing the mess he has made on you.

“Let me grab a towel.” He said, rolling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

He returned back and gently wiped you clean.

“Thanks,” you giggled.

“No problem, thanks for… Y'know…” he laughed a little, “Y’know…”

“Yeah…” you giggled as well, “Yeah I mean it was alright I suppose.”

“Alright??? Shiiiiiiiit, it was pretty awesome.”

You blushed.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing you sweetly by the shoulder and pulling you down to the bed to spoon with him. Soon the two of you drifted off into sleep.

#trey parker #trey parker x reader #south park

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 9 months

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Round 1 Group A Match 5

Propaganda received (wall of text warning):

Donita Sparks:

"The 90s simply doesn't get better than Donita Sparks pulling out her tampon onstage and tossing it into the crowd... my god the things I'd let that woman do to me."

Matt Bellamy:

"Matt Bellamy? Back in '99? Too tiny and scrawny for his guitar almost but I say all this in the most endearing way possible. Conventionally attractive? Perhaps not, he grew into that look later on. But the kind of dork wailing depressing lyrics at the top of his lungs that seems somehow more attractive than anything in that period of time? The various rebellious hair phases and bizarre assortment of outfits? Perfection."

"Honestly this was the baby boi era! The 90s and Showbiz (1999) were kind of the beginning of Muse in public consciousness, and the people styling them for photoshoots were still trying to work out what Muse's vibe was, and this meant that Showbiz is the only era in which you'll see Matt Bellamy dressed like 1) a uni kid 2) guy in a boyband 3) horrible 90s wraparound shades - the 90s slacker punk look 4) a tiny lesbian 5) whatever the look in the Uno music video was. Those looks have their own charm! Bonus: Probably the only era in which you could still make eye contact with Matt, immediately after he would go on to become the hottest person ever and by the time of the Supermassive Black Hole video you could Die just looking at him. We didn't all just hand him 15 Sexiest Man in Music awards for nothing. Bonus bonus: Matt blue-hair era and golden-haired era!!"

"Matt Bellamy" (that's it that's the whole propaganda)

#most attractive 90s musician #polls #poll #90s music #tournament poll #music poll #tournament #donita sparks #matt bellamy #round 1 #r1gA

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dysco-lymonade · 1 year

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15 Finding excuses to be alone with each other. :)

Soooo this, uh. This got a little smuttier than I anticipated.

And by that I mean, this is the first smut I’ve written. Like, ever.

Go gentle on me, I’m new here.

As always, unedited word vomit.

Lexa can’t see a goddamn thing. She thinks she’s sitting on a stack of milk crates. She doesn’t particularly care while Clarke’s body is bracketed between her thighs. This particular middle of the night rendezvous was sparked by a bucket list text conversation of sorts for when Clarke’s house arrest is over.

There’s something to be said about being blinded by darkness and only able to feel what Clarke is doing next. Clarke’s strong hands burn their way up Lexa’s thighs while her lips blaze a trail from the base of her neck to the sensitive flesh at the corner of her jaw, just below her ear.

Lexa feels deft fingers curling around the waistband of her pajama shorts. For a moment, she forgets where they are, and allows Clarke to pull them down just slightly. Lexa’s eyes have adjusted enough in the darkness to see a shadow through the crack of light under the door of somebody meandering about.

“Shit… Clarke, wait.” She knows she doesn’t sound very convincing. “There’s somebody here.”

“It’s probably just Murphy. He’s got the early bird shift.” Clarke does, however, pause her removal of Lexa’s shorts. Instead, she slides her hands around and below Lexa’s waist. Getting a firm grip on Lexa’s ass, she tugs her forward and effectively grinds into Lexa’s core.

Throwing caution to the wind, Lexa wraps her legs around Clarke and lets herself be in the moment. Clarke is good at shutting Lexa’s brain down. Usually quite the over-thinker, Lexa has just one thought on her mind right now, and it’s the question of why Clarke’s lips aren’t on her own.

Keeping one supportive hand against the wall behind her, Lexa uses the other to grasp a fistful of blonde hair at the nape of Clarke’s neck. A low groan of pleasure, Lexa is sure, can be heard from the back of Clarke’s throat. Clarke would never admit it, but she loves when that bumbling dork gets a little feisty and demanding.

Clarke follows Lexa’s direction and, in pure Clarke fashion, captures Lexa’s lips tongue first in a filthy kiss.

Still grinding herself into Clarke’s pelvis, Lexa pants into Clarke’s mouth, more just breathing her in rather than kissing her back.

“That’s it, baby.”

Baby? That’s a new one Lexa certainly does not disapprove of.

“Fuck, I can feel you. You’re so wet for me.” Clarke continues whispering praise into Lexa’s mouth as she squeezes her ass, helping grind Lexa’s covered core into herself.

“Fuck.” Another shaky exhale. “Clarke.” She’s close. She’s literally so goddamn close to getting off inside of the Sky Mart supply closet.

“I know. I know.” Clarke moves her lips back to Lexa’s ear, encouraging her with a low growl.

“You’re doing so well, Lexa.” Clarke had recently discovered Lexa’s praise kink, and absolutely uses it to her advantage. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.” Another squeeze. “Take it, Lex. Take what you want, baby.” Clarke continues to grind back into Lexa with purpose.

Lexa’s panting grows a little louder, choppier, the sexiest little whimpers falling from her lips as she chases her peak.

Clarke seals her mouth over Lexa’s, silencing her as Lexa whines out her orgasm into Clarke’s mouth. Clarke swallows down every bit of it. There’s a joke floating around Lexa’s head about wanting Clarke to swallow from a different set of lips, but she’s too blissed out to speak.

All that can be heard inside the dark little room is two sets of heavy breathing. Content for just a moment before reality sets back in.

Clarke breaks the silence. “Remind me again why I thought living on my best friend’s couch was a good idea. I need you naked and horizontal like, yesterday.” She places gentle kisses into Lexa’s hair, tucking a few strands behind a blushing red ear.

Lexa chuckles, still trying to slow her heart rate. “One more month and I can have you in my bed.” She plants a firm kiss to Clarke’s mouth, sealing the promise.

#coneheda #thanks for the prompt lovely #ankle monitor au #clexa au #Pretty Little Mess

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justonemorechapternicercy · 1 year

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For the Eurovision prompts please do "trying to pronounce their names right and learning a few words in their native languages" with Nico/Percy please!!!

While Eurovision passed, I still wanted to finish these prompts. Sorry for the wait!

Percy blushed, annoyed and frustrated at himself, but he couldn't regret what he'd done. He knew Annabeth would yell at him the minute he left the room, but-

Eurovision was to build connections and international relations, wasn't it? What they'd done was just a… another way to bond.

A very enjoyable way to do so.

It wasn't his fault that the Italians loved to send the sexiest men to the Eurovision. And Nico? Percy didn't think they could top Damiano and Måneskin, but Nico was not only tall, dark and handsome, but his music was something Percy was pretty sure he would listen to when he went home.

Turning his head, he could see his sleeping lover's peaceful face. He gently stroked Nico's cheek, trying to wake up the softly breathing figure next to him. While the finale was later in the evening, they had lots of things to do before the show.

"Good morning, sunshine," he murmured with a voice that was still rough from sleep, as his lover slowly blinked his eyes open.

"W'timezit?" Nico yawned, slurring the words. Percy only understood 'time', but he had the educated guess what Nico was asking.

"Around eleven," he answered, caressing the Italian's fluffy hair. He always adored curly hair, and Nico had the most adorable curls he'd ever seen.

"Buone giornate," he said, hopefully correctly in the other man's language. His hope burst like a bubble when Nico giggled, repeating his words.

Percy pouted, but he couldn't be annoyed for long, his lover kissed the frown off of his face.

"It's buongiorno, bello," Nico whispered into his lips, his Italian accent doing wonders to some of Percy's body parts. Like his heart. Or his cock.

"Buongiorno," he repeated, this time correctly, with the correct pronunciation. Italian was hard, but at least the pronunciation wasn't as hard to copy as it was in English.

Nico's eyes darkened, giving a quick peck on Percy's lips. "Can you say anything else?"

Percy grinned proudly, and said, "No."

It took a second for Nico to get it, but then he snorted, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Che sciocco," he murmured gently. "You are a dork," he translated at Percy's confused face.

"Do you know anything else?" Nico asked, cuddling against the other singer. They didn't have much time together, but they wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

"Maybe you could teach me," Percy offered. It was seductive, of course, giving another layer to his sentence, but it wasn't just about that.

Nico looked at him with his deep, dark eyes, like he wanted to read every one of his secrets, and slowly nodded, a small, shy smile adorning his face.

"I would like that."

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjoverse #pjo #pjo ficlet #eurovision prompts

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 6 months

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Look I love WTNV and haven't ever heard of Dungeons & Daddies but... Carlos cannot win sexiest podcast character. The guy wore a lab coat on a date. I love him but he is a dork and not in a sexy way.

🟔

#Ask #Anonymous #Not A Poll #Anti-Propaganda #Carlos the Scientist #Welcome to Night Vale #EDIT: Awwww. This pinwheel star doesn't render on my phone.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 4 months

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Superheri Gai going to fight a villian and finding his beloved husband there, but rather than him being captured by the big bad he’s actually there in disguise gathering information.

9/10 times Gai doesn’t recognize him at all and only figures it out when Kakashi makes a little comment about seeing him at the party, or on 132 street.

But that once in a while when he catches a glimpse of Kakashi’s sly little smile that only shows in his eyes

Or the way Kakashi dropped ‘Ningame’ into a conversation as if he’s not talking about a giant tortoise that Gai has had since he was a kid.

Those are worth it.

He loves those glimpses of Kakashi in bad ass mode because as much as he loves ‘dork who reads cheesy romances and plays in the mud with his eight dogs’ are amazing but ‘bad ass Kakashi’ is the sexiest thing Gai has ever experienced.

#Superhero au #Kakagai

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 1 year

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Hello my love!! Could I request a Winterfrost x reader where they are getting ready to propose but discover that reader was going to ask them first?

P.S. I LOVE YOU

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Three Yes’s

Paring: Winterfrost x Reader

Summary: A simple yes is all it takes.

Wordcount: 1,682

Divider:@firefly-graphics

Warnings: slight angst if you squit, mixed emotions for a brief second, SMUT! And fluff!

A/N: I LOVE YOU MORE!!! AND UGH MY LOVE! I LOVE THIS!! Sorry, it took me forever to write this 😣 I hope you enjoy it!

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Working with the avengers wasn’t easy for Bucky nor Loki, the job came with many ups and downs. In the end, the job was worth it as they met you, the “ sexiest dame to ever exist” according to Bucky, and to Loki, you were “ the most alluring and enchanting Midgardian”.

It took one glance at you for them to realize that you were the one missing piece in their chaotic lives.

Dr. Cho and Bruce had announced that they hired a new nurse to help around the medical bay. That’s when you were introduced. They were smitten with you from day one.

It didn't take long after you joined the team's medical facility for a beautiful friendship to blossom between the three of you. Slowly but surely you started getting involved in the team's activities more.

Movie nights, team dinners, and game nights. Anything that involved the team coming together you were there. The team grew to love you and treat you as family.

They loved how kind-hearted you were. If someone on the team had gotten seriously injured. You were there 24/7 in their recovery process.

You’d make sure they were comfortable, and go above and beyond the extra mile just to see them happy or have a smile on their face at the end of the day.

Your days were now often spent in the Medbay while the other half of it was spent hanging out with Loki and Bucky. The team soon started to notice how Loki and Bucky took a more likely to you.

Somewhere along the way though that friendship you three had turned into much more, it had a love that wasn’t friendly. You were the first one to notice you had these feelings towards the two men.

You were completely scared. You knew that Loki and Bucky were already in a relationship, and you respected and valued that. So you were just scared as to why now you all of a sudden had fallen in love with not one of them but both of them.

Little did you know at the same time they also felt something toward you. Their love has grown more and more to the point where they realized it was more than friendship love.

It only took one of Tony’s parties for you three to come out confessing the feelings you all held for each other. At first, you were taken aback because you didn't think they loved you like that.

You all chatted and understood the feelings you had for one another. A few days following the party you had your official first date. A few more dates ensure and they asked you to be a part of their relationship.

That’s how everything started from then on. There were a couple of ups and downs with them getting injured that left you worried, and a few baby disagreements here and there but nothing major. Everything was good.

This leads to now, you were celebrating your 2nd anniversary. Tony being the ever billionaire paid for a weekend getaway for the three of you to enjoy. Tonight you had all decided to go out for a nice romantic dinner.

The smell of the gourmet food hitting your nose satisfied your hunger. A smile laced your face, catching bucky’s attention.

“ I’d say your happier with the food than you are with us” he laughed. You shook your head while biting into the food. “Barnes let out queen eat in peace” Loki snickered.

“ The food is delicious” you paused to take a sip from your glass of red wine. “ you would know if you didn’t order a burger like usual” you smirk as Bucky places his hand over his heart “ Doll you have wounded me” he lead back to fake his death.

“God, I’m dating dorks” you laughed once more before turning your attention to Loki. “ How’s your meal my mischief?” Loki looks down at his already half-eaten steak. “ I find it appetizing although nothing tastes better than you” he smirked and leaned down to kiss you.

“ Loki!” you pulled back from the kiss. “ we are in public behave yourself” you pat his cheek before giving him a quick peck on his lips. "let's order something sweet then shall we?" they nodded agreement.

Loki flagged down the waiter and placed the order, you then excused yourself to the restroom. You freshen up and look in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you reach into your purse making sure your surprise was still there.

Nervousness slowly began to creep its way into you but you pushed it away. " You go this," you told yourself and with that, you walked out and headed back towards the table.

Once you reached the table you caught a glimpse of them whispering something to the waiter, when they saw you they quickly dismissed the waiter.

" Did I miss something?" you look between the two noting the atmosphere changed. Bucky was quick to respond, "Nothing the waiter just got the order wrong is all" he smiled. you simply nodded.

A few seconds of silence passed and you knew you should take this as the time to give your surprise. " So I know we're here celebrating a special day" you smiled at the both of them. "Indeed it is darling" Loki smiled fondly at you and bucky.

You were about to speak again but bucky scooted closer to you and began to talk. " Two years of being in love with you, with many more to come" he interlocked his hand with yours, " I am the happiest, most grateful, and luckiest person on the planet because of you." He brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Loki then interlocked your other free hand with his. " Thank you for being our life companion. I can’t imagine being with anyone else." he also brought the back of your hand to his lips as well. Before leaning in to kiss you, Loki took this sweet moment to distract you from bucky.

" Thank you so much for bringing such joy to our hearts" you turn back to bucky who was now kneeling on one knee. " Our life truly wouldn’t be the same without you two and all the happiness you ha-" bucky didn't get to finish as you stood up.

“ oh my god! Wait! you're proposing?” You asked with complete shock, you looked back to Loki he was also kneeling. However, he quickly stopped himself, their faces quickly change from happy to worried at your words before they could say anything you grabbed your purse and pulled out a box similar to theirs.

" I was going to propose as well!" you put your hands on your face shaking it while laughing. " You were!" they said in sync. " Yes, I can't believe this is happing all day" you laugh some more.

" Well, there goes our heartfelt words of love" Loki snickered. Just then the waiter came with the dessert with chocolate writing on the plate that said " Will you marry us?"

" Well, what do you say doll?" ask hopefully. " YES! Of course, I will, however, will you marry me?" you then go to kneel " Yes" they said in sync again. Loki was quick though to pull you up from the ground. " Our queen should never do any kneeling for us unless it is the confines of our bedroom" he then pulled you into a deep kiss.

Before you knew it desert was forgotten and you three were back at your hotel.

Your dress is now discarded among the many clothes that sprawl the floor and three orgasms later.

Bucky was pounding into you, he pulled one of your thighs over his shoulder and the other around his waist. " Fuck doll! You're squeezing me so good!". You moaned but it was muffled as Loki was deep down your throat.

" James switch with me now, I can't hold on much longer" he removed himself from your month. They were quick to move positions. Bucky pulled out of you, then moved to lay against the headboard. " Come to your Sargent doll" you quickly moved to be between his things.

You didn't need to be told what to do, you gave kitten licks to bucky's pink tip, before deep-throating him. You could feel Loki behind you.

He gave a harsh slap to your ass before he moved to insert himself. " Fuck you feel like Vahalla" he began to pound into you from behind. His pace slowly increased. His action causes you to bring Bucky more pleasure.

" Fuck I'm close" bucky began to buck his hips into your mouth. " Me too, I can feel you y/n, let go" as if on cue all three of you came.

You pulled bucky out of your mouth, and Loki slowly pulled out of you. Bucky moved and gently pulled you to lay on his chest, you rested your head on his chest trying to catch your breath.

Loki moved behind you and pulled the two of you closer. The three of you lay there in each other's embrace. After a while, you moved to lie on your back.

You lifted your left hand and admire the ring that now sat on your finger. " Cheers to our adventure going on forever. Here’s to many more years of laughter and love together," you spoke happily as moved and gave each of them a kiss.

" You stole our hearts darling, and we never want them back" Loki kissed your cheek. " You hold a special place in our hearts" bucky kissed the top of your head.

You playfully scoffed, " I better have a special place in your hearts or I'll take my rings I got you two back'' you smiled at their shocked faces.

" That's it round five right now!" with that, you three spent the night with more orgasms and peaceful sleep to follow.

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🏷️: @springdandelixn @hannibals-favourite-meal @silverfire475 @vbecker10 @sarahrogersevans @tomandcakes @hallecarey1 @caothicshit @missvelvetsstuff @huntressandlioness1 @nana1000night @lokisgoodgirl

#winterfrost fanfic #winterfrost x reader #loki x reader smut #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x reader #loki fanfic #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader x loki #bucky smut

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itlivesproject · 1 year

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how would the LIs react if MC asked them "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

Lincoln:

He’d be confused by the question, like “why would you be a worm. Did the Power turn you into a worm? Why a worm?” and eventually you’d be like “sheesh man never mind. It’s a meme.” Then as you walk off he’d just laugh to himself bc he actually did get it, he was just messing with you but you didn’t even realize. And yes, he would love you if you were a worm 😘

Jocelyn

Like Lincoln, Jocelyn would have so many questions, except she's genuinely confused. Why would you be a worm. In this scenario are you both worms? Were you always a worm or are you a human who got turned into a worm? Is this a universe where people can spontaneously turn into worms? Would worm-you know who Jocelyn is? Would Jocelyn know who worm-you is? Then, after several minutes (or maybe days) of consideration, Jocelyn would very solemnly break down exactly in which circumstances she would love you if you were a worm (any situation that involves you being mentally human in some capacity) and in which circumstances she wouldn't (if you were actually just a regular worm and she didn't know about you).

Amalia

"No" in a completely deadpan voice. Then, as you gasp in offence, she'd grin at you and say something like, "What do you think, dork? Of course I'd love you, no matter how wiggly your body is or how outdated your memes are." You can't tell me Amalia isn't a meme queen.

Abel

Abel would commit to the bit. He'd also playfully ask you specifics, like, what kind of worm? A sexy worm? Then he'd say something absolutely cheesy. "You're the sexiest worm in my book, with the best worm ass I've ever seen. And I would love you no matter what." And then he'd kiss you. Because he's a giant sap at heart.

#anon #ask #li asks #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln aquino #abel flint #amalia de león #jocelyn wu

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rayslittlekitten · 1 year

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I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch. 13

Chapter 12 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 14

A/N: This is a critical chapter and I'm happy with how this came out. The direction of where I need to take this to get to the end is getting clearer for me.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1,900

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

Contains: lots of cursing, mentions of abuse, insecurities, triggering moments, bonding moments

You hear a vehicle pull up to your house. You look out the window to make sure it’s him and sure enough, you recognize Gemma’s car. No bike again. After checking yourself in the mirror one last time and grabbing your purse, you open the front door and you’re surprised to find Jax with his fist up, ready to knock on the door. What surprised you next is seeing him in a white button down shirt slightly too big on him with the top button open, baggy black jeans and of course, his white sneakers. At least his shirt is tucked in, but he could have left the flashy SAMCRO belt at home.

He notices you checking out his outfit and breaks the ice.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.” He nervously slicks his hair back. “Can you please not say anything about it? I feel like a fucking dork in this shirt. I borrowed it from Ope because I don’t have anything formal.”

“You look nice,” you compliment.

“Definitely not as nice as you.” He looks you up and down, whistling while admiring the new dress.

It’s probably the sexiest thing you’ve ever worn. The spaghetti strap mini dress ends at the top of your thighs, flaring out slightly. You opted for thigh high socks, heeled loafers, a black velvet choker and minimal make up to tie the whole look.

“Thank you.” You do a little curtsy.

***

He was right about the tablecloths, candles and all that romantic shit, but never in a million years did you think he was taking you to Dale & Conti’s Ristorante. Fancy doesn’t even begin to describe this place. The fact that Jax was even able to get a reservation in itself is impressive.

While waiting by the host stand, you scan the place and it’s just as you remembered it. Dark wooden panels line the walls, booths are upholstered with red leather seats and tabletops are draped with crisp white table clothes. Crystal chandeliers hang high above from the exposed rafters which match the stained hardwood floors. The white ceiling, skylights and soft lighting offset the dark colors. The interior seems a little outdated, but it’s clean and a very classic look. Dale & Conti’s is one of the oldest establishments in Charming and it’s why people keep coming back. All sorts of people love coming here, usually to celebrate a big milestone like birthday, anniversary or graduation, but their regular patrons are ones with big money. There are even rumors that the mob uses it as a front.

The last time you were here was the start of a dream that turned out to be a nightmare and you’re hoping this isn’t an omen.

“Hey, you okay?” Jax asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Yeah.” The corner of your lips turn up to underline your affirmation.

“How’d you get a table here?” You ask curiously. “You gotta reserve months in advance.”

“I have my ways,” he winks.

“Right this way!” The host shows you and Jax the way.

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“What the hell is… you know what? I’m not even going to try to pronounce that,” Jax laughs while looking at the menu. “I’m not used to these kinds of places. Spaghetti and meatballs it is. What are you getting?”

“The mushroom risotto here is really good. I think I’ll get that,” you answer after scanning through the menu.

“You’ve been here before?” He seems quite surprised.

“Yeah. The only other time I’ve been here was my first date with my ex. We actually sat in there.” You point to a closed off section.

Jax looks over to where you’re pointing.

“Isn’t that like the VIP section?”

“Yeah. His family likes to come here a lot,” you tell him but now you’re on high alert, hoping you don’t run into any of them, but particularly your ex.

“Really?” he asks with wide eyes. “His family must be loaded.”

“Yeah, they are,” you confirm.

“You’ve never really talked about your ex.”

“You want me to talk about my ex on our date?”

“Why not?” He shrugs and then grabs a warm piece of bread from the basket in the middle of the table.

“You know the rule. You’re not supposed to talk about your exes on a date.”

“Rule? What rule? Besides, rules are meant to be broken,” he says before taking a bite of his bread.

“So you’ve talked about your ex before on dates?”

“No, because I usually don’t go on dates.”

Fair but interesting point.

"I know, so I find it strange that we are on our second one," you point out.

"Figured I'd try something new," he shrugs.

“Okay. How about this? I’ll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours,” you bargain as you reach in for your own piece of soft pillowy bread.

“20 questions, huh?” Jax smirks and you return the smile. “Is this what people always do on dates?”

“To get to know each other? Yes,” you nod, slightly amused. “You and Tara didn’t go on dates?”

Jax shoves a piece of buttered bread into his mouth, chewing while deciding how much he wants to share.

“I mean, sure, if you count cutting school and sneaking into the movie theater to make out,” he shrugs.

“How romantic,” you say sarcastically.

“Hey, I was romantic,” he rebuts. “I once beat this kid up because he called her a biker slut. Matthew Boyd didn’t even dare to look her way since then.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you comment while picking at your bread.

“Yeah. I’m keeping it alive,” he nods.

“Keeping what alive?” you tilt your head peculiarly.

“Chivalry. It ain’t dead yet,” he smirks and you can’t help but smile at his joke either.

“So, what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“To you and Tara,” you reply.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, his playful demeanor changing. ”She wanted to go to San Diego to be a doctor and wanted me to go with her, but what the hell was I going to do there? My family, my club is here, where I belong. She didn’t understand this life. Thought she was too good for it.”

You notice the twitching of his jaw and you know it’s not from him chewing on the bread which he is clearly done with as you watch him mangle it in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Jax. I didn’t mean to–”

As if on cue, the waiter cuts the tension lingering in the air.

“Hi, my name is Lin and I’ll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear our specials?”

After you and Jax put in your orders, Jax shifts the attention to you.

“So what about your ex? What was he like?”

“Well, Wes was very charming and everyone loved him. Girls wanted to be with him, guys wanted to be him. He was president of the debate team and the salutatorian of our graduating class,” you start.

“A what?”

“Salutatorian? Oh, he was the second best of the class,” you explain.

“You were at the top, weren’t you? Using all these SAT words and shit,” Jax chuckles and shifts in his seat. You sense his discomfort returning.

“God, no! Far from it,” you laugh. “But anyways, I fell in love with him and he made me believe we’d be together forever. I know, dumb.” You roll your eyes.

“It’s not dumb,” he shakes his head. “And then what happened?”

“And then… he made me feel like…” You think for a moment how to put it into words, feeling the dread in your chest creeping in.

“He made me feel so small, like I was the stupidest, most worthless and unlovable person in the world even after I gave him everything.” You quietly sniffle and quickly suppress your tears from emerging. “Did things I was not proud of.”

Jax reaches over and places his hand over yours, his thumb caressing you.

“Hey, we all do dumb shit for love,” he comments.

You show him a tight lipped smile.

“But it doesn’t sound like what you did was for love because he clearly didn’t love you. He was a prick.”

“No, he just loved controlling me. He isolated me and made me feel so alone, like I had nobody. And when he got bored of me, he tossed me to the curb,” you shrug and take a sip of your water to take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck that guy. Guys like him make their status their whole personality because that’s all they have. The only way they feel like they have any power is to make other people feel like they’re beneath them, especially nice girls like you,” he adds.

Your heart softens and your smile widens. This is certainly something you didn’t expect to hear from Jax, but it’s actually sweet and refreshing.

“You’re the kind of girl you bring home to your mom. You’re a good girl,” he nods.

As quickly as he was able to lower your guard, two words instantly put it right back up. You suddenly feel queasy.

“Are you okay?” Jax asks, concerned.

You push the intrusive thoughts out of your head and keep the anxiety at bay.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m fine,” you shake your head. “What if I want to be a bad girl tonight?” you ask coyly, taking control of the conversation again.

A wide smirk plays on Jax’s face.

The dinner goes smoothly as both of you are having a low key, genuine good time, enjoying your meals and each other’s company while talking about anything and everything under the sun. You both decide to skip dessert and when it’s time to leave, your eyes go wide when you see Jax pull out a few hundred dollar bills to pay for the check. You don’t want to think about where that money came from. You know he’s not making that kind of money servicing cars and bikes. You offered to cover some of the bill, but he insists on paying for all of it.

“Keep the change,” he tells the server.

As you both get up to leave, there’s an audible scoff coming from a nearby table.

“When did they start letting the riff raff in here?”

Both you and Jax turn to the person who said it. They are clearly referring to Jax. He stalks over to the table and you quickly follow him.

“Hey, we got business, motherfucker?” Jax asks.

You latch onto Jax’s arm and try to pull him away.

“Come on, let’s go. It’s not worth it,” you tell him.

“Is there a problem, sir?” the manager steps in.

“Yes, this thug is harassing me!” the man at the table exclaims.

“I’m sure this is all just a misunderstanding,” the manager says. “We will comp your meal. I am so sorry about this.”

“Like hell you are!” Jax jumps in.

“Sonny, you are only here because your old man - God rest his soul - and I go way back. Please don’t make a scene,” the manager whispers to him. “I can lose my job.”

Jax stares down at the man at the table with a scowl before walking away, still fuming. You chase after Jax as he makes his way out of the restaurant.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller #jax teller x female reader #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #jax teller x fem #jax teller fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction

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iznsfw · 5 months

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It’s one thing to be hot as eunbi,but to also be as funny as her,sometimes the world is just unfairrrrr

She's the sexiest dork I've ever seen <3 I'll just go on my usual rant of degeneracy and downbadness so I'll keep it short: stan Kwon Eunbi.

#ask #anon

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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I don’t think we’ve seen enough of Kate obsessing over her hot rockstar boyfriend 😩 imagine her with bandaids on her fingers coz she’s accidentally poked herself with needles so much because he’s shirtless in her vicinity.

Oh Kate is just as obsessed with her hot boyfriend as he is with her.

Yeah, she's dating the actual Sexiest Man Alive, how many people in the world can say that?

And she's not really sure what to expect from this relationship they've started. She knows Anthony hasn't really had a serious relationship before, and Honestly she hasn't had many serious relationships herself. But she's almost surprised by how easy it is. Even when they argue. Even when he drives her absolutely insane: she can't help but love him.

She loves the way his hair falls in his eyes and the way his smile lights up his whole face and he looks like a delighted child when he sees her. And she loves the way he would drop anything, no matter what it was if his mother or one of his siblings needed him. She loves the way he knows the name of every single person on his tour. Every single assistant and lighting tech. Anthony knows every single one of them. Bought them all wrap gifts actually, at the end of the tour. Personal gifts for everyone. And Kate could tell, at the after party they hadn't been bought by Sophie, or if they had he had told her exactly what to buy. Because a person Kate could swore she'd never seen in her whole life went to open their gift and Anthony crowed:

"Jake! No, No, No! You and Jess have to open yours at the same time because they're connected to that time we were all trapped in that little sound booth!"

And she just fell a little more in love with him.

"I'm kind of obsessed with you." Kate sighed against his neck in the car on the way home.

Chuckling as Anthony's head shot up. "What?! Really?"

"Yeah, you're sweet and kind of a dork and you're really hot as well."

"You think I'm hot?"

He sounded so surprised that Kate couldn't help but laugh, "Wanna know a secret?"

"One of yours? Yes, absolutely. Fucking, always."

Kate sighed, "You have to promise to be really chill about this."

"I'm super chill all the time so, easy as Fuck."

Kate cleared her throat, leaning until her lips were brushing against his ear with every word. "Before I met you, I got off looking at one of your pictures once."

And Kate's not sure why she ever thought Anthony could be calm about that.

#like a hurricane #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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pastrydragon · 2 years

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Dork squad reacting to their S/O coming out to them as sapiosexual please!

Yay! Batman!

Scarecrow

"I was aware, but thank you for telling me. Your trust means a lot."

He sorta figured that was it.

Listen, he knows he's not a pleasant person to be around most of the time.

And he knows damn well that he isn't conventionally attractive.

So the only thing he could possibly offer a significant other(in his perspective) is his intellect.

Plus his current S/O gets a little too hot under the collar when he's showing off that intellect for him not to notice.

He's reluctant to believe there are other reasons his S/O finds him attractive until they point out the ridiculous number of geniuses in Gotham.

It's practically a sapiosexual's wet dream out here!

But they went after HIM and just him.

Excuse him while he melts.

Riddler

"I really should have been able to figure that out myself, I hope my little oversight doesn't turn you off of me! Don't tell me that wasn't funny, I can see you smiling."

He honestly hadn't given much thought to S/O's sexuality beyond whether they liked him or not, why should he care about labels once he learns the answer to that?

It does boost his Ego to know that S/O thinks he's the sexiest person ever, he loves having his grand claims on his intellect validated!

He also loves knowing it flusters his S/O when he pulls off something particularly clever.

It doesn't really occur to him that S/O might not like the other things about him.

They give him compliments unrelated to his intelligence often enough, so it never crosses his mind.

The only change in his behavior is that he'll change into pajamas and wash the product out of his hair earlier in the day.

He's just as smart in his soft pjs as he is in his three piece suit after all.

And that means his S/O will think he's just as adorable either way.

Mad Hatter

"Oh, well, but that's not the only reason you fancy me is it?"

As much pride as Jervis has in his mind, it's not what he wants his S/O to love about him.

At least not entirely.

He wants his S/O to think he's cute, to like his humor, to enjoy his quirks and eccentricities.

He just plain needs his S/O to enjoy his doting, otherwise why have an S/O at all?

Once he's been reassured that S/O loves all those things too, he brightens up.

His behavior has the biggest changes of the three.

It'd be silly, he thinks, to not amend his seduction and spoiling of his S/O based on their preferences.

He asks a lot of questions to this end. About what specific actions and words they find sexy, about what he's wasting his time on because he doesn't know what they wouldn't care about, about what even counts as intelligence anyway?

Does writing poetry count? Literary intelligence? He'd be quite melancholy if all the love letters he wrote to S/O in Arkham were for naught.

Do his crafting and culinary skills entice? Or does S/O merely enjoy the products of those abilities?

So many questions this little hatter has, but he truly does ask them out of love.

#scarecrow #jonathan crane #riddler #edward nygma #jervis tetch #mad hatter #pastry writes #headcanon #batman rogues #gotham rogues

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owls-den · 2 years

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Hiii I'm back with another rant about XY this time! I finished it some time ago with my friend and oh my god I have THINGS to say

Ash you need to stop putting your life in danger needlessly ASH PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM DRIFFLOON RAVIN-

Yup the XY trio is incredible, I love them s o m u c h!! Tierno is definitively my new favorite character!

I got to Alain. Oh man, what a precious edgy man 💙 Like he is SO going through his edgy phase and it SHOWSSS come on sweetyyyy are you cold with your big, pokemon coordinated scarf ?? (what a dork) Also with my friend we decided that we'd hc Alain as Sycamore's nephew and, either way, I can see that the professor had an influence on Alain's... Fashion choice (looks at their VERY LOW OPENING PURPLE SHIRTS COVER THEM UP YOU SL-)

Speaking of which!! Sycamore!!! My love!! Love his japanese voice and I'm SOOOO happy he has such an "important" role in the story of the anime!! He's literally one of my favorite character outside of the BW series. I care about him too much. I just wish we had seen him interact with Lysandre more.

Lysandre going "The professor would be in danger if we told him. He needs to be protected" to Alain like oh my god Lysandre. Just go home and kiss your husband on the forehead already sheesh

They're totally married/fiancé. I'm looking super hard at Lysandre's keystone ring... Or at least, that's what I'd say IF THE ANIME DIDN'T MAKE THEM MEET FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN MANON'S CHESPIN WAS SICK!! Like WHA- So basically, Lysandre has the worst kind of parasocial relationship with Sycamore, got it.

I love how Sycamore has like NO REAL reaction to Lysandre's actions (because he doesn't care much about him in the anime) meanwhile in our rp server we made the PWI one of the most heartwrenching event ever for him.

The Serena arc was a bit quickly ended in my opinion. But I still liked seeing her rivals coming in to tell her to win for them. That was neat.

My opinion hasn't changed: I think Amourshipping is very onesided. Again, no shade to the shippers, it's really cute! But man, Ash really is not interested in the slightest and they don't even TRY to have the shippy moment. Serena is about to dance with Ash? Nope music stops! Serena is going on a date with Ash? Nope he ditches her halfway through and it highlights how different they are.

OhmygodthescenewithAshsickohmygodanimatorswha- WHY DOES HE MENTION IRON TAIL AT THAT MOMENT I'M GOING TO PASS OUT

At some point, I told my friend "this is a bye bye butterfree moment" (I use it to refer to Ash letting go of a pokemon) and things were emotional in the episode AND THEN tons of butterfly pokemons arrived on screen and my friend told me "Bye bye butterfree" and I very much SCREAMED. Nebel if you're reading this, shut up you're not funny stop I was in tears how dare you do this to be ;-;

Clemont finding someone he's interested in and who's interested back but Bonnie being >:O about it was... Something

Monsieur Pierre my beloved 💙

Manon is the best!! I see her and my wounds are healed instantly. I liked her friendship with Alain a LOT (L-lysandre telling Alain he has a small gf I just CANT I'm convinced Lysandre has no concept of age difference. Everyone is categorized by if they're smaller or taller than him. Spoiler alert: the latter never happens because AZ doesn't exist in this anime)

Sawyer is neat :)) Little man. Made me wonder if EXP is an ACTUAL thing IN universe or just a belief...

STEVEN STONE KISSING HIS KEYSTONE TO MEGA EVOLVE I'M 💀

Sycamore has both the best and worst fashion choices. Man is both the sexiest and unsexiest man alive. Like he's such a goofy tall guy but he can also be suave and then you'll just see him slip like a doofus with his rollerskates while his Bulbasaur tries to help him walk like a newborn Deerling LIKE HELP-

WHY DOES ZYGARDE HAVE THIS VOICE 💀💀💀 IT'S SO FUNNY I CAN'T

I was >:(( but then I heard Bonnie sing a song to Puni-chan and I went :DD

And then I was :DD and the finale hit REALLY HARD and I :'(((((

No fr, I actually cried during the finale. The cool thing about the fact that there was so much filler was that... I got SUPER ATTACHED TO EVERYONE!! So when they got into REAL danger, my god... It HIT. Especially Bonnie trying to reason with Zygarde and the "death" of Citroid. So much raw emotion.

Team Rocket being heroes and recording the whole PWI is honestly so them... They're so bad at being evil but they're so good at being good... Especially good for my soul. Also man THEIR EDITING SKILLS HAHA

I liked the "Ash brooding arc" after his defeat against the 8th gym leader. Idk, I feel like it was well set up. It wasn't like JUST the defeat but tons of stuff piling up!

Ash getting so far in the league was nice! Though the league REALLY went fast. Though we all know that was because it wasn't the ACTUAL finale of the series and the real one is just that cool!

My heart fucking stopped when Lysandre let himself fall from the Prismatic Tower. Like. I genuinely couldn't believe pokemon had done that. They did brush it off quickly and he came back but oh my god that was STILL very impactful.

Ok so, Ash and Serena's kiss. Damn, couldn't she have been a bit more obvious BEFORE? 'tis ok I get it, I'm merely joking. It' s just very funny to me that Clemont had more of a reaction to it than Ash did. ONCE AGAIN SORRY-

Clemont and Ash having a redo of their first match ❤️ boy best friends

Greninja leaving is... Understandable. Pretty op. Go forth and protect Kalos little rockstar!

I still don't get the random ninja village in the middle of Kalos but sure? I guess every single regions are just inspired from the countries but are also mixed with Japan? Ig?

I think that's it! I already started Sun and Moon and I adore the series, it's just soooo cute and therapeutic and slice of lifey euveirbzofjzifj

Anyways! My overall thoughts on XY is that WOAH it REALLY turns around in XYZ! It was sorta boring, but still ok, in XY but XYZ is genuinely a pretty awesome pokemon series!!

As for the movies, I watched all of them.

The first one really has for highlight the thieves. Like the rest of it is... Eh... But I really loved the two thieves ending up together :)) I'm sure they stole those clothes/rings!

The second one was... It kinda looked like a child walked into the animation studio and took their figurines of the legendaries and just clashed them together and the director said GENIUS!!! I do think the grandpa had a badass design but like they lost me at "Ash and his friends decided to take a break ***in the desert***" like *excuse me*. H-how- d-does the studio think France is right next to the United Arab Emirates (if I am not mistaken the city is VERY HEAVILY inspired by Dubai though I might just be dumb). Idk how to feel about the charadesigns and everything, not really my place to judge considering it's not my culture though I did think the designs were REALLY clashing with Ash and co. It kinda felt like they walked into an entirely new region that was not very refined. The highlight of the movie for me was to watch Groudon sink into the water, struggling to stay in and then he HAD TO WALK ALL THE WAY HOME! Like DAMN OOPA ! GIVE THE MAN A DAMN LIFT!! Ah, and of course Oopa going "Ponstaa" when trying to say "Pokemon Masutaa". I was in tears because I am an immature man-child.

Finally the last movie with Volcanion was... Genuinely awesome actually! A new form of mega evolution was introduced (forced), the city's design was honestly super fun, Volcanion's relationship with Magearna was cute af, Volcanion in general was awesome (god poor Ash) and LOTS OF DRAMA HAPPENED! YESSSS!

Anyyywaysss I guess that's my point of view for all the content of Pokemon XY(Z) hahaha!

Damn that was a LONG RANT. See y'all for another one soon!

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