#party💳

[misserabella]

part two of jealousy, jealousy 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

jealousy, jealousy pt2

ellie williams x fem! reader

pt1!

summary; ellie finally gets what she wants: you coming back to her, but most importantly; you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!!, teasing, masturbation (r), fingering (r receiving), dom! ellie, sub! reader, scissoring, possessive ellie, degradation, praise, orgasm control and denial, edging, ellie uses reader to cum, strap on sex (r receiving), overstimulation, choking, squirting implied, pet names instead of y/n, hickeys, tit play, needy reader x cocky ellie…

after ellie had left you that night with cum coating your thighs outside the party everything had gotten way worse.

she completely ignored you. no teasing. no fights. not a single glance at you. it was making you feel so mad… ‘cause even if you couldn’t stand her, you wanted her to look at you, to make you cum like that again.

you were always looking out for her. during training your eyes focused on her every time she’d have to spar, on her muscles and her grunting. she always looked so good…

you’d grit your teeth when you’d catch yourself staring and look away, your pride to strong to pay attention to just how fucking wet she made you. you couldn’t forget the anger and need that she showed you that night. that desire in her emerald eyes.

you dreamed of it. touched yourself to it. to her soft voice in your ear teasing you, the feeling of her lips on your skin and her fingers deep inside your cunt.

you never could finish. always grunting and groaning when your climax would fade when it was just about to hit. she had ruined you. for fucking good. and you hated it. hated her. but also needed her so bad…

she spent too much around dina lately, and your stomach would churn in unknown jealousy.

and of course ellie was enjoying it.

she could feel your eyes on her at all times, waiting for her to come. but she wouldn’t. ‘cause she wanted it to be you the one who’d come looking for her.

it was a thursday night. and you were moaning and whimpering her name in the solitude of your room, your hand in between your thighs as you touched yourself. “ellie… ellie… fuck, please…” you had been trying to cum for half an hour now and you were getting fucking tired. it didn’t feel the same. and you knew that even if you tried it never would. “fuck!” you groaned, stopping and huffing. tears were brimming your eyes. shit. you needed to cum. you needed her to make you cum.

you were quick to put your shorts, leaving behind your panties, and a sweater, leaving your shoes’ laces untied as you left your apartment and quickly walked towards her house, which funny enough was on the other side of the road.

you didn’t even care it was so late, you banged at the door with your broken breathing. you saw the lights then on, and you banged the door once again.

“i’m coming, jesus fucking christ. jesse if it’s you i swear to fucking god i’m gonna-“ her angry expression changed to one of surprise for one second before going back to angry with a slight tone of mockery. “of course, just who i wanted to see at 3AM.”

she looked good. with messy hair, short pj pants and a white shirt that let her perked up nipples show. you wanted them on your mouth. and her thighs look so perfect, you were sure they’d feel amazing against your cunt.

“well? talk. what the fuck do you-“ before she could finish you were pulling from her, your lips smashing against hers. her eyes widened for just a split a second before closing and groaning against your mouth, pulling you closer by your hips into her house and closing the door. “that needy huh?” you said as you hungrily touched her, moaning in need.

“shut it.” you gasped against her mouth, and she pressed you harshly against the wall, making you groan as she started to suck her neck. the feeling of her lips was dizzying.

“didn’t get enough last time?” your back arched when she pulled from your sweater, pleasingly finding you bare underneath. “you poor thing.” you hissed when the hand that wasn’t kneading your breasts sneaked inside your shorts. she groaned. “all this for me?” you nodded. “you were touching yourself sweetheart?” your hips bucked against her touch when her fingers found your puffy and aching clit. you let out a needy whimper and nodded again. “look at you. already made all the work for me, hm? but you couldn’t cum, ain’t that right princess? you couldn’t cum ‘cause it wasn’t me touching you.”

“yes, yes, fuck ellie, please…” you moaned, and you swore you could cum when she pushed the first finger in.

“that’s it, nice and deep…” she smirked when she saw your mouth fall open and your eyebrows furrowed. “fuck. you’re soaked.” she started to thrust it in and out, getting out little moans of you. your pussy was letting out this slick sound that made your cheeks flushed. you’d never been this wet. it was embarrassing. the effect she had on you. you were moaning her name by the time she had pulled you into her room and pushed you onto her bed, two fingers now inside of you. “so beautiful. taking my fingers so good…”

“ellie…” you whimpered, feeling her lips now on your lower stomach, on your thighs, leaving hickeys everywhere. she wanted everybody to know you were hers and only hers. that it was her for who you begged, for who you moaned and cried.

“gonna fuck you so good… gonna shape you to my cock, baby…” you nodded, tears pooling on your eyes, babbling and pleading. “what is it princess? speak up. use your pretty words.”

“need it els, please…”

“yeah? you need it? need my cock?” you nodded once again, finding it impossible to talk properly now that ellie was unrelentingly hitting your g spot. “then earn it.” she whispered against your lips, smirking as she pulled out her fingers and heard you whine at the loss. “shhh” she hushed you, circling your clit and chuckling when your hips searched up for more against her touch. “so needy…”

“ellie, please…” you moaned, trying to pull her into you to kiss her, but she refused.

“nuh-uh baby, before i fuck you you’re gonna be a good girl and let me use you, hm?” she said, pulling down her shorts and underwear. you swore you were drooling at the sight of her now exposed cunt, her mound and inner thighs. you let out a scream when suddenly, her pussy was against yours, slick against slick, clit against clit. she thrusted, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “that’s it, fuck. feels so fucking good…” your cheeks were burning up due to the dirty wet sounds your cunts sliding together we’re making, but you couldn’t help but ache for more, moving your hips upwards in search for more. you choked when her hand surrounded your neck, pinning you to the bed. “don’t fucking move.” she hissed, thrusting harder and making you moan. ellie’s groans and grunts were making you impossibly wet. and the feeling of her fingers cutting the blood flow to your brain…

“ellie, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…!” you whimpered, and she grunted.

“don’t you fucking dare.” she said, but still fucked you harder, stimulating your clit in the most perfect way. “i’m not done yet.”

“i can’t, please, i can’t…” fat tears were running down your cheeks and pooling on your neck. she was only getting more turned on seeing you cry.

“you can. fucking take it.” she was now moaning as well, feeling close to her own orgasm. seeing you like this, with your legs spread for her and completely naked under her, crying, begging for release as she used you for her own pleasure… was driving her insane. “that’s it. atta girl. gonna make me cum so hard…” she whimpered, and your nails scratched her arm in an attempt to ground yourself and not give into your pleasure, ‘cause hearing ellie whimper almost made you gush all over her cunt.

next thing you knew? her hips were stuttering, and her thrusts became sloppy as she came against you, her cum making your cunt shine. you moaned, and just as you were about to cum as well, she pulled away, leaving you crying and begging for just one more touch. she cooed, hushing you with a kiss, her tongue sloppily entering your mouth. spit was dribbling down your chin by the time she let go of you, your lips red and swollen.

she didn’t waste time to reach for her strap onto her night table, adjusting it around her hips before getting back in between your thighs. you were aching for it. your hips rising against the tip when she teased you with her cock. you hissed, and she chuckled.

“so fucking needy.”

“please els… i need-“ you let out a broken and loud moan when you felt it. she was splitting you open on her cock.

“that’s it… shit. you’re swallowing me up, doll.” you whimpered, gasping for air when she harshly pushed it all inside, hitting your cervix. “fuuuuuuck. that’s it. taking it so good. my good girl…” your nails dug on her back as she started to thrust in. she wasn’t careful, neither soft about it. she was fucking your goddamn brains out. it’s what you need it. and it felt so fucking good.

“don’t stop. please, don’t stop, i’m gonna cum, fuck, i’m gonna cum…” you were a mess, babbling and begging for more, arching your back and exposing your neck for her, leaving more space for her lips to suck hickeys on your skin. you wanted her to brand her name on your skin. you wanted her to make you hers and only hers.

“i’m not gonna stop, baby. gonna fuck you so dumb the only thing you’ll remember is my fucking name.” you nodded. you were about to reach it, just one more thrust, just one more kiss…

she smirked when, just as her fingers met your clit, you fell apart, gushing all over her dick as your voice died with each new needy and loud moan. ellie swore she could cum again just by seeing you, pussy drooling for her, body full of her hickeys. she was the one fucking you, the one making you feel this good. and she was not gonna have it any other way. you were hers now.

you nails broke her skin when instead of stopping she only fucked you harder.

she wasn’t gonna stop until you’ll soak her fucking sheets.

“you’re mine now.”

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a/n; hope y’all liked it! xx

🥱💋

#ellie miller #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou imagine #tlou fic #tlou smut #tlou fluff #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie smut #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x f! reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou part 2

[celestialprincesse]

Hi, i really adore your writing style! c: Could we get some fluffy headcanons for Simon with a little 5 year old daughter? Thank you! ♡

Yes we can!! I'm ovulating!! I want to have 3 kids, a dog and a white picket fence!! 💳💥 also writing this in the near future of the Simon x Single mom universe because I've been neglecting my favs

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He's a girl dad through and through. Absolutely will sit on the living room floor and play Barbie for HOURS if that's what will bring a smile to his girls chubby little cheeks.

When it comes to saying no to her and what she wants, he literally can't. Whenever she has a bad day at nursery or has too many big feelings, he's driving her right to the nearest toy store to pick up a little treat.

Anyone would think that he's gunning for a career in fashion with how meticulously he chooses her outfits. He even builds a new closet to store her clothes properly because god knows single mom!reader is broke as fuck and literally has no time to think about home renovations.

He definitely goes to the local library with her on his days off or when mom is working, plops her down with a picture book at one of the little kiddie tables and uses the time to read the books on parenting in order to do the best possible job he can in helping to raise his girl well.

All of the mums at the school drop off absolutely love him, and they're so happy that single mom! has finally found someone to take a little of the pressure off. It helps that he's absurdly hot and great with kids.

Having gone from an almost entirely male-dominated work environment to a completely matriarchal household was quite the shift for him and it took him a while to lean into the general soft and open atmosphere. He gets really good at communicating his feelings. Like, really good. It's hot.

It's definitely a learning curve, having gone from living alone with his dog in his Batchelor pad to having a partner and a daughter.

He has a picture of them taken at her 5th birthday party as the lock screen on his phone and shows literally everyone who asks.

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#cod mw2 #tf 141 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley x f!reader #Simon ghost Riley x yn #Simon Riley x reader #simon riley x f!reader #Simon Riley x yn #Simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x f!reader #ghost x y/n #ghost mw2 #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley cod #ghost call of duty #cod #ghost #angies asks! #cod mwii #call of duty

[finnitesimal]

Found myself hopelessly in love with the imagined misadventures of "marriage seeker/female manipulator/ex-party mage” Asivia. Anything for you ma'am 💳

Different color types under the cut

I'm thinking about her lore as we speak. As you take this in I'm thinking about her vibe her behavior her likes and dislikes how she's making namari have the ☠️ type of opinion on her. How is she now that her ex not-boyfriend/con victim is king of the golden country

#asivia dungeon meshi #marriage seeker dungeon meshi #finnsketches #im trying to achieve worst coworker award on here #i don't think she wouldve been any ruder than what would be acceptable #i don't think she was bad at magic either they did actually reach the fourth floor with her #much 2 think about

[blue1amory]

You are the soul that fits into mine || OP81

Pairing: oscar piastri x Räikkönen!reader

Summary: The fans call you the “it” couple, and you have 3 moment where you fell even more in love.

Request: yes

Formula 1 Masterlist

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yourusername: ask me where home is and I will say with you. Because I’ve always felt more at home in your embrace, than I did in any house

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oscarpiastri: my love, you gave my heart a home

yourusername: you make me feel butterflies in my stomach

user1: someone call Kimi, mom and dad are at it again

user2: aww 🥺😭 I feel single again

user3: I want this kind of love, the way they have their cute interaction on live tv, or the cute quotes they right when they talk about each other on insta. They way they look at each other.

landonorris: I don’t get it why people love your relationship. I swear to god, one day in the same room and they will go nuts by being the third wheel.

yourusername: we try to do it less in front of you

landonorris: yeah but you forgot the walls are not thin in the motorhome

oscarpiastri: I hear 👂 jealousy, mate

landonorris: nah, only trying to prevent more traumas

user4: if there is a person with the same attitude as y/n, 💳 take everything

kimimatiasraikkonen: when are you two coming to stay over at our place again, Robin and Rianna miss you

yourusername: soon, very soon

oscarpiastri: Tell them that if I manage to get on the podium at least two times before summer break, I will do everything they say for 3 days

User5: are we going to ignore what Lando said????

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The jovial atmosphere was palpable as the young couple engaged in a delightful evening of games. At present, the focus of their attention was directed towards the classic party game, twister. Emanating from their joyous expressions were rays of genuine amusement, as they exchanged playful glances. The objective was simple: they had to contort their bodies to place their limbs on specific colored dots on the twister mat. Amidst the cheerful chaos, their blissful harmony was evident.

A momentary pause ensued, as it was Oscar's turn to make his move. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he tentatively positioned his right hand on the crimson-colored circle, in a valiant attempt to maintain his balance.

However, much to his dismay, gravity had other plans in store. A wry smirk formed on his face as he succumbed to the forces of nature, toppling onto the game mat with a gentle thud. In this inadvertent spectacle, he inadvertently caught hold of your body, causing you to experience an unexpected descent as well. Astonished, both parties found themselves momentarily in a state of bewilderment. Yet, the perplexity swiftly transformed into unbridled amusement, as laughter escaped from your lips and you proclaimed victory.

Oscar and you rose from the floor, exchanging smiles that conveyed a shared sense of contentment. Subsequently, you made your way to the kitchen with the intention of brewing a comforting cup of tea for both yourself and Oscar. As you initiated the process by switching on the teakettle, Oscar tenderly encircled his arm around you, aligning his chest with your back. In a gentle, heartfelt murmur, he expressed his profound affection, saying, "My love, the depth of my adoration for you knows no bounds. If only we could remain in this embrace indefinitely."

In response, you turned your body to face him, acknowledging the significance of his words. "I share that sentiment, but you have your racing career to pursue. It's only the beginning of your rookie year, and you can't afford to halt your progress. Furthermore, I rely on your unwavering strength when it comes to engaging with my father, for he holds you in high regard," you whispered, emphasizing the importance of his resolute demeanor in your familial interactions.

As Oscar was poised to utter a response, the resonant sound of the teakettle reaching its boiling point interrupted the silence. Reacting to the audible cue, you gently disengaged yourself from Oscar's embrace, attending to the task at hand. Retrieving the teakettle, you carefully poured the steaming water into the waiting mugs that housed the tea bags.

Once the kettle was safely returned to its original position, you sought solace once more in the comforting embrace of Oscar. Nestling your face into the cradle of his neck, you experienced a profound sense of warmth permeating your heart. In that fleeting moment, a profound realization washed over you, confirming that Oscar was not just a person, but rather a place of refuge and belonging—a true embodiment of home.

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yourusername: when your boyfriend ups his game. You got to let him have his way 😉😏🫦

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oscarpiastri: got to satisfy you somehow

yourusername: you always do

User6: damn both are hot

User7: they are making me question my sexuality

User8: yeah mom and dad are HOT 🥵

Colbybrock: let me guess he loves to be dominant just like me

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User9: hey Google, search how to be like your name

User10: I’m jealous of her, how did she manage to catch Oscar

User11: more like how did Oscar catch your name

F1: Oscar piastri leads the race with how much of a simp are you for your girlfriend. 30 second behind Oscar we have number two in this race Alex Albon and on number three we have George Russel.

User12: I- did you guys see your name like Colby’s comment

kimimatiasraikkonen: I know you two are adults but please tell me your using protection

User13: Kimi I- you did not

User14: BHAHAHAHAHAHA

User15: not Kimi exposing Oscar and your name

yourusername: Im not having this conversation here

kimimatiasraikkonen: fine, call me

yourusername: NO 😭

User16: Slut

User17: shut tf up

User18: leave

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Seated comfortably upon your father's couch, your gaze remained fixed upon your boyfriend, Oscar, engrossed in playtime with your younger siblings, Robin and Rianna. The sheer delight that emanated from their interactions never failed to captivate you. In a heartwarming moment, your father, Kimi, entered the room, bearing a cup of tea which he graciously extended to you before taking his place beside you. As his eyes followed the animated exchanges between his children and your boyfriend, a subtle smile played upon his lips.

Amidst the collective giggles and hushed conversations, a soft utterance reached your ears, carrying the weight of your father's approval. "You've chosen well," he observed, prompting you to shift your gaze to him. Meeting his steady gaze, his words lingered in the air, suffused with a depth of meaning that resonated deeply within you.

"He brings you joy, kulta , casting a radiance upon you that evokes the brilliance of stars," he continued, his voice gentle and sincere. In the ensuing pause, the significance of his sentiments rippled through the room. "He treats you with a reverence that befits a queen, an embodiment of prioritization that is truly rare," he articulated, each word carrying an unwavering weight of truth.

The unspoken rarity of such unwavering devotion hung in the air, punctuated by your father's contemplative pause. "Such qualities are a rarity," Kimi concluded, the assertion carrying a sense of finality. The intensity of the moment swelled within you, your emotions teetering at the precipice of overflowing.

With a heartfelt whisper, you found your voice, expressing gratitude that seemed to transcend words. "Thank you, Dad. Your words hold a significance beyond measure," you conveyed, your words a testament to the profound resonance of his observation. His comforting touch upon your leg conveyed an unspoken connection, grounding you in the midst of emotions that threatened to overwhelm.

As your gaze returned to Oscar, you were infused with a renewed appreciation for the depth of the bond you shared. The room seemed to brim with an indescribable warmth, a testament to the power of familial support and the beauty of love that transcends ordinary boundaries.

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yourusername: i am proudly to announce that I will be in cast of ‘one piece’. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

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User19: my momma is finally getting her dream job

oscarpiastri: ‘m proud of you, my love ❤️

landonorris: yeah yeah congrats yourname

Yourusername: thank you boys

User20: I absolutely love her dress

mackenyu: don’t worry oscarpiastri, i will only have her in the serie, no need to get jealous because she is in my arms sometimes and kissing my lips😉

User21: he did not

User22: HAHAHAHAHA

User23: zoro my man you’re iconic

oscarpiastri: i dont have to be jealous i am the only one who makes her scream

kimimatiasraikkonen: you are making me grandchildren, well yourname, your mom will be delighted

User24: not oscar getting jealous and kimi just simply saying that yourname mom want grand children

colbybrock: my man, oscarpiastri, can you ask when yourname will come and join one of mine video’s

Oscarpiastri: over my dead body colbybrock, then she will come back and be like omg Colby did this, colby did that, omg he is so hot, so no-uh

Yourusername: oscarpiastri you did not just out me

User25: oscar run

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In the embrace of his arms, you experienced an overwhelming sensation of love and security. It was an emotion you had never anticipated, the profound knowledge that you had found your soulmate, the one destined for you. Astonishingly, here you were.

Oscar, with his gentle strokes and whispered endearments, devoted his attention to the tiny life growing within your womb. He shared tales of anticipation and dreams of the day when your child would join your world.

These fleeting instances were your sanctuary, moments untouched by external disruptions, the kind you yearned for relentlessly. Nothing could sever the bond that united you both during these precious times. The journey had been arduous, spanning five years to reach this juncture, three of which were spent in matrimonial bliss. Yet, you wouldn't alter a single detail of this extraordinary path.

Your love for this man transcended everything else in your world, second only to the imminent arrival of your child, and it was unassailable, impervious to any external influence.

#oscar piastri #formula 1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #f1 fic #f1 imagine #oscar piastri x reader #op81 #op81 x reader #mclaren imagine

[uhmprobablynot]

I know I’m late asf,, but part 2 of the bully fic was so good😫😫

I need part 3 rn!!💥💳💥💳💥

(But fr, your writing was so so good and I’ve read it like 5 times now lmfao)

As you wish my friends,,, Bully!Schlatt Part three (sorry this was late. I was sick than had to finish finals,,,) neway

Part One > Part Two > Part Three

The next day, you expected a text from Schlatt. He had texted you good morning on Sunday, then following the library situation he texted you, then after practice he texted you, when he went to bed he texted you. You thought he would have texted you good morning today, too. You brushed it off. He’s only had your number for 48 hours, and it’s not like you were dating or anything. Plus, you were headed to the class you shared with him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t text. He knew he would see you.

Yeah. That’s what you went with.

Schlatt wasn’t at the table when you walked in. Usually, he sits there waiting for you. Shrugging it off, you sit down at the table, pulling out all of your things and checking your phone to see if he sent anything, even though you knew it hadn’t buzzed yet. You sigh and as you look up; you see Schlatt walk past your table, going to sit somewhere in the back. You watch him settle down as you feel your heart settle down into your stomach. He doesn’t look at you, he just focuses on the smart board in the front of the room. You smoother the pain before also focusing on the board and blinking away the tears filling your eyes. The lesson goes on forever. You swear you can feel him staring at the back of your head, but you’re too afraid to let yourself hope. The moment the professor calls class, you are out of your seat and rushing home. When the front door closes behind you, you let yourself cry.

Classes for the rest of the day can wait.

You say the same thing on Tuesday, on Wednesday you justify not going so you don’t have to see him again. Every time your phone buzzes, your heart breaks a little more because it’s still not Schlatt.

There is a knock on your front door and your heart jumps with hope. You wipe your eyes and take a deep breath before opening the door. On the other side is Ash.

“Zach told me Schlatt has been weird at practice so he sent me here to see-” She looks up at you from digging in her purse. “What’s wrong?” Her simple question sets you off again. You feel your eyes fill up once again and she asks if she can come in. You nod, turning to sit back on the couch. She puts her bag down and sits next to you. “Y/n, what happened?”

“It shouldn’t matter,” you sob. “We weren’t even dating.” Ash makes a sad sound of understanding.

“It’s hurting you like this. It fucking matters.” She says firmly. She grabs tissues from her purse and hands you the pack. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I- I don’t,” you stutter. “I don’t know if I can. Some stuff happened.” Ash flashes you a look of pure anger and you quickly correct. “Some very consensual stuff happened.” She sighs with relief.

“I am an adult. I’ve probably read worse, done worse.” She nudges your shoulder and you laugh lightly.

You explain to her everything that happened. The drive from the game, dinner, the drive home, how he kissed you in front of your door, the library (she made an amusing squeal as you told her the story before she whispered ‘we’re supposed to be mad at him shush’ to herself). How he pretended you didn’t exist this morning.

“What a dick. What the fuck.” Ash was angry, and you envied the fact that she could be. You wanted to be angry with him, but all you felt was hurt and embarrassment. She is silent for a moment, clearly pondering something. “I’ve decided you’re coming with me on tomorrow.” You look at her, confused. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Sport guy parties are always on Thursday and the baseball team is going to be there.” You shake your head, disagreeing with her, and she only smiles wide and nods. “You are going to look hot, and show that fucker what he missed out on.”

“Ash, I can barely think of him without sobbing, let alone going to a party and trying to pretend I’m doing better than I am.”

“You will, because you are.” She stood up. “Here is my number just in case you need. I’ll be here at 9P.” She leans down and kisses your forehead. “You are beautiful, you are kind, you are better.” She picks up her bag and walks to the door. She blows you a kiss and walks out. You smile genuinely for the first time in a few days.

Thursday night comes faster than you expected it to. You feel great and, according to Ash’s reaction when she saw you, you look great too.

She leads you to the kitchen, where she pours you a drink. The music is pounding against your skull and the already small enough house is crowded with too many people. Ash taps your shoulder and leans to your ear.

“Zach just texted me he is here. Are you good if I go find him fast?” You smile and nod, telling her it’s fine even though you’re dreading being alone here. She kisses your check and leaves to find her boyfriend. Not knowing if Schlatt is here or going to be is driving you crazy. You think you see him every time a tall brunette moves in the corner of your eye. Your fingers itch to text him, your heart agreeing, saying that it’s the perfect opportunity to try, but you ignore them both and move through the crowd. You hope that in your aimless crowd managing you find the bathroom, or just a quiet enough space to take a breath.

You spot a hallway with little people and make your way that way. As you turn the corner, your heart sinks. A white blonde girl has Schlatt pushed against a wall with her lips kissing at his neck. Schlatt is mumbling something to her with one hand on her shoulder and another at her waist. You stand there and stare without meaning to. The girl spots you first, saying something you can’t make out between the heartbeat rushing in your ears, the music pounding into your skull, and battling to not let yourself throw up. You push your way back through the crowd, this time not caring to be polite, just wanting to get out.

You eventually find the front door and push out, letting the cooler outside air soothe you. You send a text to Ash letting her know you left and not to wait for you. Holding your arms against your stomach, you walk a direction you think is towards your house. Someone is calling after you, but the noise gets lost chaos of your head.

“Y/n!” the voice yells as a car pulls up beside you, rolling slowly to keep up with your pace. “Please get in the car.” It’s Schlatt. You glance at him, watching as he shifts his focus from you to the road, then back to you. You shake your head and keep walking, looking straight in front of you. He calls your name again. “Where are you even going?”

“Home.”

“Well, your place is in the opposite direction.” You stop walking and take a deep breath. Then turn on your toe and start walking the aforementioned direction. “Jesus Christ.” You hear him yell. His car makes a U-turn on the street. “Come on,” he says harshly. “Get in the damn car.”

“No.” You yell, quickening your pace. Maybe if he acted like he cared half of this much earlier this week, none of this would have happened, maybe. You walk past the house party again with Schlatt still trailing you and calling your name. He is getting more and more frustrated the more you ignore him, but every time you look at him, you only see that blonde girl.

“Fuck!” you hear him yell as you walk into the nearby quad; you knew it was slightly dangerous to cut through here but you just needed to get away from him, and it was well lit enough. A car door slams and you hear his calling of your name continue. “Please, just listen to me for one goddamn minute?” He continues to yell.

“No,” You turn to face him. “No, I won’t you know why?” Schlatt is silent as you yell at him. “You ignored me all week. Which, yeah, would hurt either way but after-” Your voice cracked as the sadness you pushed down finally came rushing back to the surface. “After what we did, you ignored me.” Schlatt flinches and tries to say something, but you hold up a finger. “Then when I finally get myself together enough to go out into the public,” You point somewhere in the general direction of the party house. “One of the first things I see is a girl all over you, and now I feel crazy because we weren’t together, so it shouldn’t bother me.” You sob and Schlatt is just staring at you, but you keep going, glad to finally say this. “I feel crazy. I feel cheap. I feel used.” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is sore from the yelling. And Schlatt is just staring at you. The quad is silent, even the crickets and cicadas listening.

“I’m sorry.” Schlatt’s voice cracks as tears flood to his eyes. “I didn’t mean-” He rubs his face and runs his hands through his hair. “I never meant to make you feel that way, any of those ways.” He takes a step towards you and you take a step back. “And Nic- And she I didn’t want that,” he rubs his neck as if trying to wipe her away. “She has been after me months and I’ve been telling her I was interested in someone else.” His eyes lock with yours. “I am interested in someone else, and that was me trying to get her off.”

“Then why?” You plead. “Why ignore me like that?” Schlatt presses his lips together and runs his hands through his hair again.

“Because I thought that if I ignored it, it would go away. That if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t.” You scoff and turn to walk away again, but Schlatt quickly adds, “I thought that if I pretended I wasn’t falling in love with you, I could convince myself that was the truth.”

You stop walking and let his words sink into your brain. You looked back towards him.

“Please don’t say anything.” Schlatt closes his eyes and inhales. “Just please let me take you back home.” You nod. He reaches for your hand and you grab it. He leads you back to his car and opens the door for you when you get there. You climb in and take a deep breath. The smell of him completely envelops you. Tears come to your eyes as you let yourself realize how much you missed him. As he enters the car, he sees the tears.

“Oh sweetheart,” Schlatt grabs your cheeks and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. “I’m so sorry.” You silently nod and he drives to your place.

When you get to your apartment, he walks you to your door. It is a bittersweet reminder of that very first night. You insert the key to your door and push it open. Schlatt puts his hand on your shoulder and calls your name.

“I really am sorry.” His eyes have tears in them again. You grab his hand and pull him lightly through your door. Schlatt resists for a minute before letting you bring him inside.

“Sit,” You point to the couch. “I missed you or whatever.” He smiles lightly, rubs his eyes, and sits down. “Can I get you a drink?” Schlatt nods and clears his throat.

“Water, please?”

“Coming right up, make yourself comfy.” You make your way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water for him. You take a deep breath before moving back near the couch and handing him the glass before sitting next to him. Schlatt takes a sip and hums thankfully.

“I know it’s my fault,” he puts the glass down on the table in front of him. “But I really, really missed you this week.” His arm drapes against the back of the couch resting behind your head. You let a breath that mimics a sarcastic laugh. You pinch his side and he yelps before rubbing it with the hand not behind you.

“There now we’re even.” You say through giggles. Schlatt laughs and smiles widely; you feel your heart thump against your ribs. He meets your eyes once he calms down.

“One more time, I am sor-”

Your lips against his cuts him off. He kisses back almost instantly, the hand on the back of the couch moving to rest on the back of your head. You pull away slightly.

“No more of that. I said we were even.” Schlatt smirks at your comment before pulling you back into a kiss. You both lose yourselves in the kiss, completely enveloped in each other. You bite his lip lightly and he groans as he does you move down to his neck. Kissing and nipping it, making sure that in the morning if that girl came near, Schlatt would know who he wanted there, who got to be there. Schlatt pulled you over into his lap, but as you brought your leg to straddle him, you knocked the glass of water on to the floor.

Both Schlatt and you stare at it for a moment before bursting into laughter. You lean your head on Schlatt’s shoulder before standing up.

“I’ll clean this up.” He stands up from the couch. “Where are the towels?” You point to the linen closet as you pick the glass up and put it into the sink. Schlatt had moved back to the puddle in the meantime, laying the towel down and trying to mop up the water.

“Schlatt,” You call to him. He hums in response, still focused on cleaning up. You call his name again and he looks up at you. “The floor can wait.” You reach out your hand and he grabs it. Schlatt looks at you, confused, before you walk backwards to your bedroom. You watch as a smile comes to his face as he understands where you’re leading him.

As you both cross the door into your bedroom, he kisses you again. Except this time it’s harder and messier, his teeth biting at your lip and his hands in a bruising grasp at your hips. His thumbs dip under the hem of your shirt, grazing the skin there.

“May I?” He asks, pulling at the shirt. You whisper a ‘yes’ and he pulls the shirt over your head and throws it towards some corner of your room. His hands explore the new skin as his lips explore down to the skin of your neck. You moan lightly as his lips and hands meet near your collar bone. He thumbs at the front edge of your bra.

“This too?” he asks and you nod. He kisses your lips again as his hands move behind to your and he unlocks it and lets it drop. “Holy fucking christ,” He mumbles something before his hands move to grab them.

Schlatt walks the both of backwards until you hit the edge of the bed. You sit and he kneels down in front of you and his hands drag up to meet the waistband of your bottoms. He asks for permission again and you grant it before he pulls everything down, leaving you bare in front of him.

He uses his big hands to grab your knees and pull them apart and cursing under his breath as he looks at you. His lips replace his hands as slowly he kisses up your left thigh all the way to your hip before moving back down and repeating it on the other side. You quickly get impatient as he keeps getting close to your apex but never touching it.

“Schlatt please,” you plead and he looks up at you from between your thighs.

“Yes ma’am,” He smirks before diving nose first into you. He licks from your slit before moving his tongue to your clit. He moves slowly but speeds up as he hears you moan. As his tongue laps at you, one of his fingers enters you slowly. He thrusts it in and out a few times before adding a second one. With his finger messaging your walls and his tongue on your clit, you cum fast and hard. Schlatt works you through it, letting you come down before he removes his fingers and face leaves you.

“I have been dreaming of that since the library.” He licks his fingers before using the inside of his elbow to wipe the rest of you off his mouth. His face is red and his eyes are dark and glistening. You grab his cheeks and pull him up to you, kissing him. His lips taste slightly bitter as your slick still sticks to his mouth. As you kiss him, you reach your hands under his shirt, pushing it up. Understanding the silent command, he breaks from the kiss to pull it off, adding it to the pile of discarded clothing. You drag your hands down his chest, admiring him before your hands dip down to palm him through his pants. Schlatt groans at the euphoric relief of pressure. You undo his belt and pants button, pushing down his pants and underwear as far as you could, then letting him pull the rest of his pants off. You move your hands down to his cock, beginning to jerk him off, but he stops you.

“No, no, this is me making up for everything.” He says, “move up and lay back. Let me take care of you.” You smile gently and push yourself up on the bed. Schlatt moves on top of you, using one of his arms to hold his weight and the other to rub circles on your hip. “You’re so beautiful,” he kisses you quickly. “You know that, right? You know I think you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed, but he used the hand on your hip to turn your face back to him. “Look at me, I’m serious.” You only can nod at the sudden sternness in his voice. “I’ll repeat it well past the point that you believe it, too.” He kisses you as he moves his cock towards your entrance. “You sure?”

“Yes. Schlatt, please, fuck.”

“That is the anticipated point, yes.” He smirks before pushing into you slowly. You moan and wince at the intrusion. He stops as he fully enters you, letting you adjust.

“Move, fuck, please move.” You beg. He groans and thrusts in and out of you. You moan as his thumb rubs circles against your clit. As he brings you closer to your edge, your walls vise around him, causing his pace to falter.

“Baby,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re gripping me so tight I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” You moan, causing Schlatt to pull out of you and cum all over your stomach. His thumb, however, quickly gets back to work on your clit, making you cum again. You both just lay there panting for a moment, catching your breaths. He stands up and pulls his underwear on before leaving the room quickly to grab and wet a towel. When he reenters the room, he wipes you down and cleans his cum off of your stomach. Once you’re cleaned up, Schlatt grabs his shirt off the floor and pulls it over your head and climbs into bed next yo you.

He lifts an arm up, inviting you to come lay on his chest, and you happily do. Schlatt kisses the top of your head as comfortable, homely, and tired silence fills your bedroom. You play with his fingers as your brain shuts down for the night.

“You know,” you say, he sleepily hums into your hair. “I think i’m falling in love with you too.”

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[itsscromp]

hi! could i request a peter parker & miles morales x reader with reader thinking of pete and miles as brothers? i’m in for some found family fluff

Peter Parker and Miles Morales x reader

OH MY... 💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳 💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳💥💥💥💳 YES !!!!. Word count:850

It's been 6 months since you became a spider person under Peter and Mile's guidance. Your life has never been this amazing, and you had these two amazing goofballs to thank.

Beyond that, you saw them beyond friendship, you saw them as... family, Brothers you never had. You would do absolutely anything for them.

Today was the anniversary when you started helping them so you decided to do something special for the both of them, Heading out as you then got cake ingredients and custom decorations. Heading back to your apartment beginning to bake the cake. Prepping an icing combination of red and white and black and red. The colours of their suits. Everything was going really well until you heard an explosion.

"Crap crap crap !!" Without thinking of the cake in the oven, you changed into your suit and swung to the location of the explosion, hopefully, it was just a gas leak, but your eyes went wide when you realised wasn't a gas leak. Some remaining symbiote minions were causing havoc in the streets, you needed to plant the sound bombs as quickly as possible.

You quickly planted the bombs as fast as you could and began to fight the symbiote minions, God why did they have to be so unpredictable, One was throwing venom bombs. Another had lighting speed, and then you had your hulking symbiote. You were quickly overwhelmed. You couldn't take a group of them like this. You were beginning to get consumed by the symbiotes until...

"Hey, don't start the party without us" a familiar voice said as he tossed a sound grenade at the symbiote group, quickly immobilizing them from the high range frequencies, scooping you out in the process.

"Thanks Pete" You said as you could see him smiling under his mask.

"I thought we got rid of all the nests ??" Miles joined in soon after, landing near you two.

"I thought so too, looks like we missed one. They destroyed the sound grenade too and it was my last one to destroy the nest." You sighed deeply annoyed.

"Hey, don't sweat it y/n, we have backups ready to go" Peter patted your back. Quickly crafting the grenades.

"You and I will distract them while Pete plants and guards the bombs ok y/n ??" Miles told you.

You nodded and you three jumped into action, fighting the symbiotes like a well-oiled machine. Y/n couldn't help but feel happy when you fought alongside them. They really were your brothers from another mother. Once after the bombs were set off, the nest was now destroyed and the people under venom's control were now free.

"Well done guys !!" You smiled as you fist bumped the two.

"Heck yeah, go team !!" Miles cheered.

"That was a piece of cake." Peter chimed in

"heck yeah, it was... cake... oh no !!!" You hurried back to your apartment.

"Y/n ??" Peter got worried and followed you, Miles followed suit as the three swung back to your apartment.

You could see smoke coming from the inside as you entered and coughed taking off your mask, Heading to the oven you opened it and more smoke filled your face.

"Woah woah what in the forest fire happened here ??" Peter tried to lighten up the situation as Miles opened up more windows to let the smoke out. "What happened, dude ??" Miles went and investigated what happened as you looked at your charcoal cake, With a massive face of disappointment.

"Hey... It's ok, I used to do this as well..." Peter tried to cheer you up

"No, it's not... This was meant to be special, This was meant to be for you guys." You sighed sadly.

"For us ??"

Miles then quickly put it together. "6 Months" He gently wrapped his arms around you.

"I'm sorry guys, I really wanted to surprise you..."

"Hey, come on. This is more than just a cake. This is about us, As a team. You pulled off so many things in 6 months y/n, We're really proud of how far you have come." Peter smiled taking off his mask.

As did Miles. "Exactly, We really care about you, man."

You couldn't help the happy tears rising as you brought the two into a bone-crushing hug. The two were a little shocked but never the less hugged you just as tight.

"You guys... You guys are like brothers to me" You softly said to them, causing their smiles to grow.

"We are like a found family cliche" Peter said causing you to giggle.

"But for real, We see you as family too y/n" Miles said as he broke the hug smiling at you.

Momentarily you were distracted as Peter got a grip on you and noogies your head.

"Peter !!" You laughed

"What, I'm not doing anything" He playfully smirked at you and kept going. With miles joining in on the fun and tickling your sides.

The whole afternoon was full of smiles and laughs. You couldn't be any happier to be anywhere else other than the company of your brothers.

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[whoschr]

AALE - a pjs smau

012. spice guys (written + 0.6k)

💳 warnings. 15+ drinking. getting drunk at a party. maybe suggestive?

mlist → previous → next

C TALKS: THIS IS AGAIN SO BAD I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE 😺😣🙁

As you checked your reflection in the shared apartment's mirror, you took a moment to appreciate your appearance. Though you typically rely on others for validation, you found yourself feeling confident at this moment. Your oversized black sweater hung off one shoulder, revealing your right arm. Before leaving, you spritzed perfume on the sides of your neck and wrists, returning the bottle to its place on the table before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

You leave your place to catch the taxi waiting for you downstairs, and as the door closes behind you, Jay in his room who heard the sounds of you getting ready, gives a couple of eyebrow raises to himself in the mirror of what was going on. Intrigued, he suddenly picks up his phone and checks the group chat to see which friends are at the party, as it is now 8 PM, 30 mins after the original start of the party.

🌶️ (SPICE GUYS GC)

JAY: anyone @ Taesan’s party?

The concerns plaguing him brought to mind Niki's taunts. He began questioning his feelings towards Yn in situations like this, especially since they were not in a romantic relationship. To avoid further ridicule, he deleted the text he had sent.

During the taxi ride to Taesan's place, the only sounds were the confident directions you gave the driver and his prompt responses.

It was okay that you arrived late to the party when Hayoon and everyone else was already there, as late attendance has never really mattered in such settings.

Upon your arrival, a woman in her late 20s or early 30s welcomed you at the door. You were surprised to see someone her age at a college party and wondered if she might be Taesan's mother. Nevertheless, you still question why she was at a party like this.

As you walked through the doorway, flickering lights and loud music that seemed to be at its maximum volume greeted you.

Guys gave you looks up and down upon your strut across the living room to find your friends. As you came up to your friends, Minji and Kazuha took you into their embrace. You were shocked at first seeing Minji’s appearance here because a while back, she had mentioned that she didn’t like to associate with Hayoon.

“Do you want a drink, Yn?”

“Sure, Minji. Thank You.”

As she went to get you a drink, you started catching up with your other favorite Zuha (Kazuha). You said this as if you didn’t just FaceTime her 5 hours ago on what you should wear to the party, chatting in advance in the spare time of that period.

You caught up with Kazuha for a little until Minji came back with your drink. Kazuha, who was another hopeless romantic for the boys in your grade, drifted away from you and Minji once a boy started up a conversation with her.

You and Minji talked for some time until Hayoon appeared, with a bubbly smile, giving off many characteristics as if she was drunk.

“Ynnn-ah”

“Come with me and meet this person.”

As she brings you up the stairs into this hallway, finally leading you into a room, she leaves you there, walking away with a guy that she’s linked arms with. Their tipsy laughter disappears into the dark hallway and now it was just you and this guy, a guy that she’s been promoting you of knowing.

His features made his outer appearance look dreamy. From his sharp jawline to his cat-like eyes, along with his grown-out hair with bangs that slightly took over the sight of such a dreamy eye.

“Hi,” he says.

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[mirahuyooo]

EEYYY~ Number 002 for KNJ pleasee✨💳 Make my heart melt🥰

002.  “My love is yours if you’re willing to take it.” + kim namjoon

— what's your take on love?

word count: 1,343 contents: FLUFF SO FLUFFY, romance, friends to lovers, idol x non idol, namjooning with namjoon uwu, deep talks on love rawr, KIM NAMJOON BEING SO BF MATERIAL BEFORE HE'S A BF??? one minute he's smooth, the next he's clumsy ass is tryna cover it up lol, rip to the bikes, so fluffy 😭💖💞💓 pairing: kim namjoon x reader

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A/N: AYEEE thanks for joining anon! 💖👄💖 i got carried away ✋😭 but i hope this MELTS your heart just as you wanted 🥺💞💓💖 yes, I'm bringing back the picture of namjoon leaning on a pole, serving bOYFRIEND 🛐🛐🛐 i hope you guys enjoyed!!

Kim Namjoon had begun a friend of a friend, you see—a surprise of a lifetime you were met with during a birthday party. You've only ever seen him on screens—big or small—and only ever heard of him in the media, but, if you must admit, it can never beat the sight of him in real life. 

It had been fairly easy to spot him amongst the small crowd. He stood tall and idly by a corner, leaning against the wall as he gingerly sipped at his drink and watched the people around him, some of whom were murmuring the idol's name and stealing not-so-subtle glances while they kept their distance. 

It must be troublesome, you had thought, and so you swore not to subject him under the same form of discomfort. 

However, whether or not fate decided to reward your bare minimum decision or simply to mess with you, you were soon entangled with the idol in several more instances. It wasn't long before Kim Namjoon became your friend too. 

In time, you became a museum enthusiast, a frequent guest of his studio, and a late-night biker along the Han River. 

Like now. 

Tired from cycling, the two of you decided to sit by a bench somewhere in an empty park, facing the river and leisurely watching the city skyline lighting up the dark sky. Even as you munch and warm yourself on some eomuktang Namjoon got you both from a street stall, the night's chill still nips at you. 

Next to you, Namjoon leans against a lampost where the bikes had also been positioned at. He was nearly done with his cup when he suddenly posed you a query. 

"What's your take on love?"

Though the question flusters you, it didn't come as much of a surprise. Namjoon and you often have idle talks about all sorts of things—things he often randomly says in the midst of silence to strike meaningful conversations. 

You hum, thinking for a moment or two as you sip on the warm soup. "I think it's everywhere, even if we don't think it is," you eventually say, smiling softly. "Romantically or platonically, it's in our nature to love, even amidst adversities, otherwise we wouldn't have lasted long as a species."

One would suppose being in the presence of such a well-rounded, gentle man like Namjoon would give you a little more faith in the world. "Most people go looking for romance, craving to satiate their loneliness so much that they tend to forget love in other forms—friends, family, kind strangers, cats, and other cute things."

You soon hear a chuckle to your left, Namjoon attempting to hide the fact behind his hand. It wasn't one of ridicule, you know well, but you still squint your eyes at him. "What?" you ask, a pout on your lips as you finish the last of the fishcake and the soup.

Namjoon's eyes disappear into crescents with a dimpled smile being the culprit. "Your eyes sparkle when you talk like that, you know?" he says, grabbing your cup and throwing it into a nearby trash can along with his. "It's cute."

Not a second later, his suave dissolves upon realizing the words he just said. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that," he bashfully retracts in your stunned silence. 

Honestly, you don't know whether to laugh or die a blushing mess. 

There had always been moments where his thoughts would go unfiltered and he says cheeky things—dare you say it, flirtatious and borderline dangerous. "What about you then?" you prompt to save you both from further embarrassment. "What's love for you?"

Namjoon gladly takes the change of direction and smiles, a bit more softer as he loses himself to deeper thoughts. "Life and love go hand in hand," he decides, staring into the river. "Both are unpaved, unpredictable paths where either flowers grow or the ground hurts your feet. It often leaves you defenseless, but there's a promise and bliss to it—something that makes you feel a whole lot better and shapes you as a person." 

You don't miss the way he eases as he speaks, or the way he seems to have something—or someone—in mind. Though your heart clenches at the notion, you scoot closer towards him on the bench. "Ooh, sounds like someone's speaking from experience," you muse, head tilting in intrigue as you half-pry and half-jest. "Who is it?"

For a good minute, Namjoon fumbles with the zipper of his hoodie, obviously hesitating whether or not to entertain your comment. There's a slight furrow forming between his brows, and for a moment then you began to worry if you had poked at the wrong matter. 

"You," Namjoon says before you could try to move the conversation along, effectively freezing you yet again into a look of shock. 

He leans off the lampost, blushing both from the cold and the moment he thrusted you two into. "I know it'll be under difficult circumstances, but," he coughs into his hand, attempting to compose himself as he's unable to look you in the eyes. "My love is yours if you're willing to take it."

Kim Namjoon is a poet with his words, and yet for someone so used to the heat of the stage, he stands before you, a bit hunched and meek in anticipation as if he wasn't a giant himself. He's vulnerable, just as he said a person loving something would—raw and at the mercy of your answer.

You knew then and there that you've been handed a sword of choice. There's a chance to pierce it through him here and now, while he kisses your blade and presents his heart out for taking, and there's also the decision to hold the sword down and swear to protect whatever you and him have with it.  

The path of love is indeed unpredictable, much so for someone like him who has a life paved with many hurdles as a celebrity. The two of you might not make it—might lose the precious bond you've formed over the months, and might grow to resent one another for it. 

However, there is a promise and bliss to love, one that holds the possibility that the two of you might make it—might end up surviving whatever beasts and plights you encounter together, and might look back at life one day, grateful and full-filled to say you took the risk. 

You know well you already love Kim Namjoon—love him for his apologetic clumsiness and forgetfulness, his profound view of life, his dedication to his craft, and his big, endlessly loving heart. 

You know well you've fallen in love with Kim Namjoon, too—fallen for how he subtly looks out for you and always considers your wellbeing, values your insights and thoughts on his work, and cherishes every bit of moments with you. 

You know well what your answer is. 

(Besides, who would ever dare to choose to hurt this beautiful man?)

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anyth—"

The sound of bikes crashing onto the pavement knocks you out of your stupor, Namjoon having bumped into them in his haste. 

You fondly shake your head, getting up to help him prop the bikes back against the lampost. "No, let me answer," you softly insist, placing one hand atop his on the bike handle.

Namjoon waits, a bit more eager and hopeful. 

Your hands reach up, gently caressing his face. "It's only fair," you lightheartedly conclude with a smile on your lips, half-teasing and half-enamored. "A heart for a heart."

Mouth agape, Namjoon blinks down at you—one, two—and takes a minute to process your words. It doesn't take too long for his dimples to come out, brought out by a foolishly wide and giddy grin that you feel in your hands. (You love him back? You love him back!)

His arm circles around you as his hand finds its familiar place at your waist. "A heart for a heart," he gleefully affirms, kissing your palm. "That does sound like a nice exchange."

You can't help but return his warm embrace. It very much does. 

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #im so soft rn bye #bts au #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts writing #kim namjoon imagines #kim namjoon fluff #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon drabbles

[onsunnyside]

Sonny I’m having a hard time concentrating I can’t lie I’m about to burst with anticipation for all these wonderful and horny fics/drabbles lined up😫😫

But I can’t get this out my mind for the party….

dads best friend Chris teaching you golf possibly coming up behind you and helping you with your swing 😏😏😏 gotta really put your hips into it (SCREAMING) and maybe getting a bit carried away on the golf buggy cart 💳💥💳🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

oh my god, he comments about your skirt, saying how pretty it is, and how pretty you are. he also slyly asks if you have a boyfriend yet, regardless of your answer, he's going to fuck you in the golf cart 🫣 bare bc this man want to fill you to the brim

#daddy sorry daddy party #marvelmenwhore<3 #s and c prompts

[here2bbtstrash]

bts at a drag show/gay bar

i was already babbling abt how much i wanted to do this with my bias line and then y'all made me realize i should just make it a whole damn headcanons post so. welcome! here we are! here is my brainrot on how the boys would turn up on drag night at the gay bar 🏳️‍🌈✨ if this content is not for you, it costs $0 to just keep scrolling ✌️

knj: everyone expected that joonie bby would be flooded with attention from the people who came out tonight specifically in search of a tall, built daddy, but there's a group nobody saw coming that ends up swarming him first: the lesbians. they fucking love him, and he finds himself getting sucked into an hour-long conversation on the back patio about roni horn and rha hyeseok. he'll probably end up agreeing to start a book club with his new sapphic friends before the night is over (and he'll run into them all again the following weekend when he goes to support soyoon at one of her gigs lmao) 👭

ksj: entirely oblivious to what it looks like when a person is flirting with him, despite that being exactly what happens to him for quite literally the entire night. each time someone new walks away from the table, he'll turn back to yoongi and jimin with the same question: "okay, now surely that wasn't flirting, was it?!" only to be immediately told that yes, yes it was and no, nobody would sit through a 20 minute ted talk on the lore of maplestory if they didn't also want to sit on his dick. he'll argue til til he's half-hoarse from screaming over the music that there's no way everyone in the club could possibly be flirting with him - but frankly, he's not mad at the ego boost 🍆

myg: putting the suga in suga daddy, he's breaking hundreds at the bar to make sure everyone has a stack of singles to tip the queens, and alllllll the drinks are going on his black card. other than that he's pretty lowkey, mostly just sipping steadily at his whiskey and looking at his phone. when somebody finally gets nosy enough to lean over his shoulder and snoop, they realize that he's actively scrolling through his rotation of hookup apps and trying to match up people in the room to their profiles. might slip away for a sneaky link in the bathroom oop, but he'll be back in time to close his tab out 💳

jhs: full-send GAGGING at the queens and their dancing. he can't even stay in his seat because song after song he's jumping to his feet just so he can dramatically collapse to the floor with a gay scream, getting his life entirely with every new kick, flip, spin, and death drop. the word slaaaaaaaay! has never been shouted with more enthusiasm than it is tonight by this man, and he does not give a fuck that he won't have a voice tomorrow. once the show is over, he is the absolute center of the dancefloor, popping and locking and showing off his footwork like he was born to do it-- and the boys will definitely catch him practicing his duck walk at some point in the next week 🕺

pjm: without a doubt, he is the LIFE of the mf party, lost in the lights and outta his mind u kno?? it's literally just the like crazy MV, actually. will make everyone do shots as soon as they get in the door and then at least once an hour the rest of the night, if only because he really likes flirting (and by flirting i mean making out) with the shot boys. lbr he probably gets several shots poured or spat into his mouth, and if anyone's hopping up on the bar to get tequila sucked out of their belly button, it is absolutely this demon. and ofc he's bringing at least one person home with him - "it's gon' be a good night" indeed~ 😈

kth: disappears into the crowd a few songs into the set, but he texts the group chat that he's fine and just made some friends, so the night carries on without him. it isn't until the next performer is called to the stage - miss tata mic! - that everyone realizes he's befriended the queens, and they've done him up right: cinched for the gods, face beat to make his eyes even more smoldering than usual (...wait, did he bring his colored contacts from home?!), and moving fearlessly in borrowed six-inch heels. and of course, his choreo is flawless. he easily earns enough tips to pay yoongi back in full and then some 👠

jjk: the definition of 'happy to be here'. loves the lights, the music, the ~vibes~, all of it. he somehow knows every word to every single song, and the more drinks he has, the louder he's singing along. and the queens love him for being easy to fluster, the way even his ears flush with color when he blushes, so he gets a whole lot of ass and tiddies in his lap and his face (rewarded with generous tips, naturally). when the lights finally come on and everyone stumbles outside, he's a drunchies king, and he thinks the food from the truck in the parking lot is quite literally the best thing he's ever tasted. he repeatedly shouts 'DAMN!' up to the night sky, one fist swinging as he eats, until someone pours him into the car so they can all head back home 🍗

#i never know how to tag these lol #bts imagine #bts headcanon #idk why these all got so long i didn't think i had that much for everyone and then..... suddenly #anyway tag yourself i'm jk but also hobi #THANK U to the anon who reminded me about the video of tae in heels!!!!!!! #long post

[ezm-imagines]

The Princess and The Vampire

SUMMARY: Eddie and Y/N go to a halloween party together as a vampire and a princess. Eddie puts those fangs to good use…

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

TAGS: eddie munson x fem!reader, vampire!eddie and princess!reader (not real, just their halloween costumes), cheerleader!reader, biting/hickies, eddie with fangs.... 👀

A/N: 💳💥 💳💥 💳please let this be your excuse to write a halloween fic.  & please credit me if you use the fang pic cuz thats my edit :)

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Y/N POV

You skipped over to the front room at the sound of knocking, your sparkly pink skirt bouncing behind you. This would be your third year going as a princess for halloween. The two other times, albeit, had been in elementary school, but you’d figured it was a good idea to revive the old tradition. Glitter and pink and jewels felt so you. Besides, Eddie called you princess all the time anyway. What better costume to go to a party with him in?

You caught a glimpse in the mirror on your way to the door, readjusting your tiara and double checking your makeup. Perfect.

You pulled the heavy front door open, already beaming.

Eddie, as expected, was standing behind it. A cheap polyester black cape with red lining flowed behind him as he smiled back at you, “Trick or treat, princess.” He stuck out his tongue, in his signature Eddie way, now sporting some sick fangs.

You had no reason to find him as fucking hot as you did. It was just unreasonable at this point. He was wearing a cheap-ass cape and fake fangs and making the dumbest face but GOD if it wasn’t taking everything in you right now to drag him inside and kiss him senseless against the door.

But you were a princess tonight. And princesses could control themselves.

“Let me guess,” you teased, “‘You vant to suck my blood?’”

His eyes glittered for a moment, a grin growing across his face, “Ah, princess, I wanna do so much more than that.”

You felt your face heat, and immediately turned away to grab your purse.

You knew he was only joking when he said that stuff. He said it to everyone-- you, Steve, Robin, Gareth, everyone. He was just like that. It shouldn’t make you as flustered as it always did after almost a decade of friendship, but it still did every single time.

You unhooked your matching pink purse from the coat rack and turned back with a clear of your throat, “Ready?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned. He extended his elbow to you.

You giggled and took it, “I see you’ve taken Victorian vampire manners to heart.”

“I’m nothing if not devoted to a character, Y/N. Besides, I’m dealing with royalty. Gotta step up my game.”

“Excuse you,” you brushed a bit of hair from your face with fake haughtiness, “You’re dealing with royalty everyday.”

Eddie gave a toothy smile, “Damn right, princess.”

You reached his van, and he swiftly sped ahead of you, opening the passenger door and kneeling on the ground with a hand extended.

You rolled your eyes, “I was kidding!”

“And I'm a man of my word.” He flourished toward the passenger seat, “Your carriage, Your Highness.”

You sighed and shook your head, but took his hand and let him help you into the seat. He winked, before bounding up, closing the door, and hopping across the hood of the van.

Oh god. You had it so bad for him.

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EDDIE POV

The party was loud enough that Eddie could hear it before he even turned onto its street.

It was the fancy ass neighborhood Chrissy lived in, but he supposed rich folks didn’t care about loud parties as long as it was on Halloween.

He snuck a look at you from the corner of his eye, with your hair glowing in the moonlight and your eyes lighting up from different yard decorations. You were just so pretty. Especially tonight. Your body glitter was catching the streetlights and he wanted to run his hands along every inch of you and never let go. You just looked so soft.

He coughed, his eyes jotting back to the road just in time to not hop a curb. Honestly, what was it with fancy neighborhoods and these dumb little centerpiece gardens in the middle of cul-de-sacs? It was dumb as fuck.

He was able to get a good parking space on this street, considering most of the kids probably walked here from the same neighborhood. Figures.
 You seemed enchanted by it all though. You were hopping out of the car before he could even put it in park.

He cursed under his breath, annoyed he didn’t get to help you back out of the car like he planned.

Whatever. He was walking in with you on his arm. That was a fucking fantastic enough night for him.

He hopped out after you, almost face planting in the process, but recovering swiftly. Luckily, you were too busy looking at the dumb skeleton decorations in their yard to notice.

“Eds,” you called, “They’re having a tea party!”

Eddie swung around the car to find you bouncing in place as you stared at the decorations in the yard. Eddie’s eyes only left you for a moment to follow what you were pointing at— two fake skeletons sat at a little table, set with a teapot and tea cups— but magnetized back to you in an instant. Fuck you were so fucking cute he was going to fucking scream right then and there.

“A tea party, Eds!!” You repeated, turning to him with wide, delighted eyes.

He just smiled softly, “Yeah, Y/N. ‘s cool.”

“I know right!!” You squealed.

His heart was about to explode. And unfortunately, not in a metal way. In a pathetic, my god I’m so head over heels for my best friend it’s disgusting way.

Your eyes caught commotion in the backyard of the house, the party already at full gear. You gasped and took his hand in yours, “Oh my god, there’s probably more skeletons in the backyard!”

He huffed out a chuckle as you tugged him around the side of the house with great purpose. You were absolutely ridiculous, but you were also adorable. He would probably walk off the side of a cliff if you led him to one, so who was he to try to fight it now?

“Y/N!!” Chrissy called from across the party as she spotted you both rounding the corner. Chrissy left her conversation and bounded over to you. You grinned back, your eyes flitting around the backyard in the meantime for more dumb spirited decor.

Eddie hesitated. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about Chrissy. She seemed nice, and you swore up and down that she was nice, but she was also a popular cheerleader. Well. He supposed you were too, but he’d known you for half his life. You were different. He’d seen enough popular kids pretend to be nice just to stab their friends in the back later. If nothing else though, he trusted that Chrissy wouldn’t stab you in the back. The girl was positively enamored with you. Who wouldn’t be?

Chrissy eyes almost instantly caught your hand in Eddie’s as she approached. She didn’t say anything, but it was beyond clear she clocked it, filing it away for later. Yeah. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t trust her. He could hear her telling you later tonight ‘Stay away from that Freak, Y/N. Don’t touch him like that.’ Ugh.

But then you were leaning forward and letting go of his hand to squeeze Chrissy into a hug, and launching into an excited conversation with her.

“You did so well!” You swayed her in your arms, “Look at this place!”

Chrissy laughed, pulling away, “No, look at you!!! So pretty! Oh my goodness!” She twirled you around, and Eddie swallowed thickly as your skirt fluttered around your bare thighs.

“Says you!” You teased once you’d completed a full circle.

Eddie tore his eyes from you to Chrissy, noticing for the first time she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland.

“Thanks,” Chrissy blushed. “And Eddie! Hey! You look great too! Though I’ll be honest, I totally didn’t read Dracula last year in Mr. Putnam’s class.”

Eddie laughed, “Hey, me neither.”

Chrissy smiled warmly, then turned back to you and took your hands, “We were just about to start Truth or Dare. You guys in?”

Eddie absolutely knew better than to agree to this. It would be a popular kids v. Eddie Munson game. ‘Let’s see the very worst things we can do to The Freak.’

But you were nodding and taking his hand again to pull him towards the bonfire circle on the other side of the party.

He opened his mouth to protest. Say he was gonna grab some food. Go pee. Drink someone’s blood. They’d all believe he’d actually do that anyway. But you seemed so excited and he didn’t want to ruin the party for you.

Whenever he had told you about something one of the jocks did to him, your eyebrows drew together so tight and your eyes welled up instantly. He couldn’t handle seeing you like that tonight. Not when you’d been talking all month about your halloween costume and how excited you were for Chrissy’s party.

So he followed, and just focused on your warm hand in his again as you led him through the night.

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EDDIE POV

“I am throwing out that whole bowl of lemons before we go to bed tonight, Chrissy,” Sienna scrunched her face, “That was awful.”

She tossed the remaining lemon rind behind her, into the woods, and downed the waterbottle Chrissy was holding out for her.

“Mom will just buy more tomorrow morning,” Chrissy replied, “She’s totally addicted. It’s her weird diet thing.”

Eddie was pretty shocked about how this was going. They were maybe a dozen rounds in, and so far, everything had been really… nice. The dares were lighthearted fun, like daring Sienna to eat a whole lemon or Bret to streak (which he seemed to want more than his friend daring him), and the truths seemed to be overall pretty carefully chosen to not make someone reveal anything they were truly uncomfortable with. It was fun. Eddie had never really done any of this classic high school shit, but he’d never pictured a world where it could actually be un-cruel. Truth or dare always seemed like an excuse to be shit to your friends and then make them the asshole for getting mad about it.

But the majority of the circle was the cheer team, and they mainly seemed to be putting in the effort to make it fun and not evil. It was finally starting to make sense to Eddie why you were on the cheer team in the first place, and why you’d told him over and over how nice they were. He just assumed you were brainwashed.

But here you all were, laughing by the fire and sending a bowl of candy around the circle over and over— name brand candy too. If nothing else, Eddie was happy to take out his fangs and eat that while he watched you having fun.

It was sweet.

But, of course. It didn’t take long for it to come crashing down.

Chrissy’s eyes locked to him with a slow smile, and he watched as she leaned over and whispered something in Sienna’s ear as the girl finished off the waterbottle.

Nope. Absolutely not. Eddie cleared his throat and made to stand up and head to the drinks table, but Sienna called out his name first.

“Eddie! Truth or dare.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! He fucking knew better. He knew better than to join this game, and he should have left a few rounds ago. But you were giggling so hard when Bret got dared to streak and then when Emma had to spill the details about what actually happened on her blind date. And he couldn’t fucking leave when you were sitting there in the firelight having such a wonderful time.

He was a fucking idiot.

Eddie chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment as he stared at Sienna, hedging his bets. Choosing dare could suck ass. But truth was significantly more dangerous. Any number of truths could absolutely wreck his shit. Especially with you present. At least whatever dare they’d give him could fit with his shit reputation anyway. If rumor would spread about whatever they’d make him do, no one would be surprised. No real damage.

“Dare.”

But Sienna only grinned wider.

Fuuuuck. 

“Alright, Dracula,” Sienna smiled, “Why don’t you show off those fangs? I dare you to bite Y/N’s neck.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face in an instant.

This was a terrible, horrible idea.

He was so wrong. This absolutely would cause damage. There was no way he could get his mouth anywhere near your neck— you, beautiful, popular, cheerleader you— and have it not completely decimate him. You’d go ‘ew’ and push him off and he’d disintegrate in a moment. It was one thing to have feelings for you he knew weren’t reciprocated, it was another to have to witness you push him off of you in front of all your friends like the gross freak he was.

But at the same time, it’d be a humiliation to you if he refused to do it. He could hear them now ‘Wow, even the Freak won’t kiss you, Y/N! What does that say about you?!’ He was fucked either way.

Not to even begin to mention how it was just taunting everything he’d ever wanted since he met you right in front of him so he could experience everything he’d never get.

Per usual, he had followed you recklessly to places he didn’t belong— shouldn’t belong. And this was the cost.

“Is it okay with you?” He asked carefully, his eyes flickering to look at you.

“I mean, it’s the dare,” you shrugged with a small smile. But you were tense. He could tell.

He furrowed his brow, “I don’t care if it’s the dare if it isn’t okay with you, Y/N.”

You blinked at him a few times before pushing out a nod.

“You’re sure?”

You rolled your eyes sweetly, “Just do your dare, Eds.”

He huffed out a small smile, trying to calm the breathing in his chest. Okay. Okay. He could do this.

He turned to face you, scooting closer to you on the log. He felt the eyes of the twenty students around the fire on him, but forced himself to calm down. He was a performer. He could do this.

He reached out and gently gathered your hair in his hands, careful to not pull on any strands or get them caught in his rings as he moved it all to the right side of your neck.

You huffed. It was playful, but he could tell beneath it you were truly bothered by something, “I’m not made of glass,” you whispered, only to him, “You don’t always have to treat me like you’ll break me if you breathe on me, Eddie.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. He knew you meant it. It was something you two had had conversations about before. But he’d always felt like one wrong move and you’d be running for the hills.

“I just don’t want to scare you,” he explained.

“I know,” you answered, “But you couldn’t. Even if you tried,” you smiled, genuine and warm.

That struck deep with him. After all, he was Eddie Munson. Town freak. He scared everyone. And yet here you were, saying that he couldn’t scare you no matter what he did. It made him want to tear up.

But at the same time, in this moment under the stars and beside a crackling fire, something else in him flared. A side of him that maybe wanted to startle you. To make you… 

His eyes glowed for a moment more, before he pulled your hair away in a rough tug, giving him full access to your bare neck.

Your loud gasp only spurred him, his fingers curling even tighter into your hair as he connected his lips to your collar.

He felt your body shudder beneath him. He dragged his lips up your shoulder a couple inches, before landing just at the bend of your neck.

He sunk his teeth in, hard and sharp.

Lowly— too low for anyone besides him to hear under the crackle of the fire and the blaring of the speakers from the porch— he heard you moan.

His eyes hooded, and he was so fucking grateful that his cloak was currently shielding his body from the rest of the group.

He released his teeth after a moment, deciding to spare you, but running his tongue over the forming bruise and giving it a kiss, a soft amends for the mark that would be left there.

He was wrong for that. He knew that. Call it the rock musician in him, or the dungeon master, but he was easily carried away in the heat of the moment. He shouldn’t have bit you that roughly and he certainly shouldn’t have kissed it afterwards. But goddamn, would he think about that moment for the rest of his fucking days...

You were still shuddering when he pulled away slowly, your eyes not daring to open.

A swell of pride surged in his chest. He hoped he was reading this right.

“Holy fuck.”

Singular applause from the opposite side of the bonfire broke out, and Eddie turned like a deer in headlights to see the circle staring at them with gaping mouths. One guy was slow clapping.

He turned back to you, to see you were still struggling to break out of your daze.

“You want punch?” He whispered to you. While he did want to help you, he also wanted to stand and turn around and tuck his boner into his waistband before someone noticed. Get some space. Get some air. Before he did something stupid, like jumping on you and doing it again.

“Mhmm,” you nodded quickly. 

He tried not to grin at that, as he stood up, making sure his cloak was wrapped around him enough. 

Thank GOD for this costume on so many fucking levels.

He felt fucking dizzy. Might as well have had his blood fucking sucked from how lightheaded he was. Jesus Christ.

He managed his way to the punch table, where there were conveniently two coolers, one of which labeled “Spiked” and the other labeled “Unspiked” in what he believed was Chrissy’s cursive script. He smiled, pouring a cup of each to see if someone had switched the labels by now.

Bringing them each to his nose, they had. Of course.

He pitched out the real spiked one and poured a second cup of the sober one. With the night both of you were having, even less inhibitions and more lightheadedness was not a good idea.

By the time he returned, however, the bonfire circle was breaking up. Girls were giving him wide-eyed looks as they walked away, and some guys were even giving him fist bumps.

Chrissy winked.

He approached you hesitantly, left at the log waiting for him.

“Blood,” he said, handing you a cup of the red juice, “To refill the amount I took.”

You giggled and accepted it as he settled into the seat beside you.

“Sorry for brusing you,” he spoke up and regretting it immediately as it made his eyes flicker down to where he’d bit your neck. He could feel his blood run hotter again. There was a mark forming, and it made him fucking crazy. He wanted to do more. Cover you in them. Walk you around town and show each one off.

Jesus christ he was so fucked. He coughed. “Why’d everyone leave?”

“Something about beer pong.”

“Ah,” Eddie nodded, though he wasn’t sure if he believed that. 

Chrissy had winked at him. And Chrissy had gotten Sienna to give him that dare. She was clearly doing something here.

But Chrissy wouldn’t do that if you weren’t into it, right? He didn’t trust Chrissy, but he didn’t believe Chrissy would be cruel to you. 

Which meant… Chrissy must believe you would’ve been into that.

The realization hit him like a ton of fucking bricks.

“And anyway, you don’t have to apologize for the bruise,” you laughed, “I never got a dare myself, so I guess that’s my payment to the dare gods.”

“Oh, shit, yeah you didn’t,” he tilted his head to the side. “I mean, I guess it’s my turn next anyway…”

This was such a huge fucking mistake. He was basing this completely on Chrissy fucking Cunningham. But this all had to mean something, right???

Your eyes grew wide at him, “What?”

“You heard me. Truth or dare?”

“Game’s over, Eds.”

“Nun uh, I didn’t get my turn. Truth or dare, princess?”

You hesitated for a long moment, concerned, before: “… Truth.”

Eddie’s eyes softened. Truth was maybe the better choice anyway. He didn’t like the idea of forcing you to do something.

“Okay,” he replied. He thought for a moment, knowing he needed to phrase it right.

You, meanwhile, were picking viciously at your nails, as you watched him nervously.

He smiled and reached a hand out to stop your fidgeting: “Truth: What would you have done if we weren’t in front of a bunch of people for all that?”

You blinked at him, thrown off guard. You closed your mouth and looked down, “You’ll laugh at me.”

You said it so quiet he almost didn’t catch it.

“Y/N,” he fully took your hand in his now, “No way.”

“But—“

“Just try me, yeah? Besides, I could never laugh at royalty. I’d get my head chopped off.”

You huffed out a laugh, before biting your lip and considering your answer.

“‘What would I do if we weren’t in front of people for that?’” You repeated back.

Eddie nodded patiently.

You hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in and kissing him. So soft he almost wasn’t sure it happened.

You pulled away as quickly as you leaned in, before he could grab you and pull you in close and keep you in close for the rest of fucking time.

So he reached out instead and kissed you again himself.

You kissed back, nervous yet so eager. Fuck he could kiss you forever. Your lips moved against his as he breathed you in, tasting like cherry candies and lip gloss and red punch and you. Fuck.

You pulled away eventually with a giggle, “Happy?”

“Oh, fucking immensely.”

You rolled your eyes with a massive smile and swatted at his thigh.

Eddie regarded you thoughtfully for a moment. You were glowing. Somehow, you were glowing because of him. Because of kissing him.

“Can I take you out?” He whispered, his hands not leaving you.

You nodded with a blush.

Eddie’s grin felt like it was going to split his face in half. He didn’t care. Let it.

You covered your face in your hand with a laugh, “Chrissy is going to freak.”

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s been working on this for months.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up.

“Mhmm,” you sipped at your punch, “She swore up and down that you liked me back but I didn’t believe her.”

First off, he was shocked that Chrissy really, truly, actively wanted to set them up. It made sense after everything she’d done tonight, but it was almost impossible to imagine a popular kid purposefully trying to set another popular kid up with him of all people.

But more importantly, “Woah, woah. Months?? How long have you wanted to do that???”

You rolled your eyes, “Since forever, dummie.”

“Oh, Princess,” he scoffed, “That means we’ve got a lot of making up for lost time.”

“Yeah?” You giggled.

“Mhmm,” he grinned leaning in and kissing you again.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 👻👻👻

PS i havent actually watched the whole show so sorry for any inaccuracies

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[starry-hughes]

NEED LUKE FINDING OUT AB KJ RN 💳💳💳💳

it’s a couple of years later, tyler had proposed to mooch in vancouver and now that it was the off season, they were having an engagement party in michigan.

lots of people were there. including kj. he was over mooch, years had gone by but it was still weird to think about what they had, especially now, watching tyler spin mooch around in the backyard with a ring on her finger.

“dude, it’s so weird your sister is getting married,” blanks said to luke. a bunch of the michigan boys were standing near each other. “yeah, and i got to kiss her once,” mark teased, getting a nice shove by luke.

“so did kent,” blanks mumbled to himself. luke’s face dropped and most of the michigan boys scattered, making excuses to go get another drink.

owen and luke stood on both sides of kent, who was nervously looking down at his beer. “what did blanks mean?” luke asked. “luke, your sister is having her party, don’t do this here,” blanks mumbled, referring to mooch who was nearby, talking about tyler to her family members. “fine.”

luke practically dragged kent to the side of the house where no one was. owen following. “it was just a couple of months,” kent swallowed. “when?” owen asked. “during her first break with tyler!”

luke was fuming with anger, “my sister was a wreck when that happened. you knew she was upset didn’t you? you took advantage of her emotions and vulnerability.”

“i genuinely liked her luke i swear,” kj looked at owen for help. “she wasn’t ready for a relationship then we all knew that,” owen said, leaving kj defenseless.

before luke could say something more, a small voice came around the corner. “lucky? do you want to dance?” mooch asked, eyebrows furrowing together at the sight of luke and owen towering over kj. “of course mooch,” luke said, glaring at kj before walking off to his sister.

#osu!hughes sister

[mens-whore]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ... here are the f/o’s I have sexy times with<3

(if they’re put together it means all parties are involved with one another<3)

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AZU.L » #🐙 [ al ]

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H.enry H.idgens » #🪓 [ hy ]

He.nry Jek.yll » #🎩 [ hy ]

H.OWARD » #🦑 [ hd ]

JAD.E » #🍄 [ je ]

Jo.e » #🗞️ [ je ]

JOH.ANN » #? [ jn ]

J.ohn + Sh.erlock » #🛋️ [ jn ]; [ sk ]

Ju.lian » #🎭 [ jn ]

KIK.O » #💀 [ to ]

L.evi » #👾 [ ln ]

LU.CIFER (Ob.ey M.e!) » #📀 [ lr ]

Lu.cio » #🗡️ [ lo ]

M.ammon » #💸 [ mn ]

Mil.es » #🛎️ [ ms ]

M.illie + M.oxxie » #❤️‍🔥 [ m&m ]

MO.ON » #🌘 [ mn ]

M.ountain g.houl » #🔺 [ mn ]

Mr. An.tolini » #🍷[ ai ]

NA.RRATOR (don't question it) » #⏱️ [ nr ]

N.ATHANIEL HA.WTHORNE » # † [ nl ]

Ō.GAI + Y.UKICHI » #🩸 [ ōi ]; [ yi ]

ON.CE-L.ER » #🧶 [ or ]

Ow.en » #📲 [ on ]

Rh.ett » #🐂 [ rt ]

R.OOK » #🏹 [ rk ]

R.oy » #🔧 [ ry ]

SA.RIEL » #🥃 [ sl ]

S.atan » #🐈‍⬛ [ sn ]

S.TOLAS » #🌌 [ ss ]

S.UN » #🌔 [ sn ]

S.wiss a.rmy g.houl » #🌫️ [ ss ]

Thr.anduil » #👑 [ tl ]

Ti.n ma.n (don't ask just shut up) » #❤️‍🩹 [ tn ]

T.rey » #🧁 [ ty ]

T.ulio + Mi.guel » #🎲 [ to ]; [ ml ]

V.ox » #📺 [ vx ]

+ 2 secret f/o’s;

#👔 [ secret ]

#🦋 [ secret ]

Sometimes I have horny thoughts about my crushes, too🥰

#selfshipping nsft #i hope these are censored and obscure enough hell #help** lol

[puckgoss]

steph does not seem like the type of girl to like someone like megan. Steph seems like she likes to be head wag meanwhile meg seems to not give af about wag “etiquette”. IG baddie Vs head Sorority member. both seem stuck up but have different ways they portray it. ironically they have alot more in common then they think-💵🤑💳🏒🐇🏆🧔🏻‍♂️🧑🏻👀☕️one was just better at hiding her agenda👰🏼‍♀️ but at the end of the day both have been tolerative of things in each of their relationships for a reason💰. Tessa seems like she doesn’t want to be associated with anything Wag. But also shes older & is used to being her own person, now working at a company i think she wants to be painted in a more serious light. since she has a 9-5 job at a company where she clocks in like a normal working person she can’t just be going to brunches, cooking parties and baby showers all day during the week. Willy is the only leaf i care about so these are just my meaningless assumptions/observations from what i’ve seen 😂lol pls don’t come for me

tessa does not have a 9-5 LOL but ya she def does not want to be associated w the wag lifestyle and ywk that's fine, she has enough olympic gold medals to back that up

wag lists are here - keep an eye out for more additions!

#ask! #t. virtue #s. marner #m. turner

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[crybabycrush]

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I was too tired to take actual cool pictures so all I have is silly ones😫 This is random strawberry bedtime set I threw together with stuff I had laying around because I had the violent need to cosplay Pochaco in some way😘

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