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thatfandomslut · 2 months
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Project Flowers
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Gretchen Wieners x Reader
Word Count: 3k - I got very carried away with this one.
Trigger Warnings: insecurity, explicit language, tooth-rotting fluff
Request:
Hello, there! Do you write for Mean Girls? If so, I would like to request a Gretchen Wieners x reader fluff, please? Reader is new to school and has four brothers---the oldest used to date Regina. Regina and the brother, seeing Gretchen's growing crush on the reader, decides to play match-maker. One night, Regina convinces the reader to go with her to a "hang-out" where Gretchen is waiting with flowers.
Mean Girls requests are open.
"North Shore High is all about their cliques, which is why you're so lucky to have us." Lucas pulled on his varsity jacket, fixing his hair in the reflection of his car window. The action made (Y/n) roll her eyes with crossed arms as Michael slung his bag around his shoulders, nodding in agreement. As much as (Y/n) loved her brothers and begged to be able to attend public school, she was being reminded of how conceited and full of themselves her brothers truly were. It was the most amazing but unfortunate experience to have four older brothers while joining a new school where they were high on the social pyramid. "You will have to do a sport though. Maybe you'd like track?"
Daniel gently clapped his back to shut him up before gesturing towards the school. "Ready for your first day, (Y/n)? Sophomore year isn't all that bad. Plus, you're in AP English with James, so you'll at least have someone you know for a period." Daniel offered some comfort. He was the kinder of the four, Lucas being the more narcissistic of them. But she loved them all equally. "I think we all have to same lunch, too. So, hopefully, we'll see you then. Come on, guys, let's leave her be. Let's let her get some experience with normal school and get off her back." He tried to lead her brothers away.
"Don't talk to any of the horny douchebag boys here!" Called out Michael, pointing at her. Some passersby glanced her way, but she shrugged it off. She wasn't planning on talking to any boy if she could help it. If there was anything that her all-girls private school taught her, it was that girls were so much better. Still, she took heed of Michael's warning and attempted to steer clear of all of the boys who looked her over like she was a prize to be one throughout the hallway. Instead, she saw a different familiar face.
Regina George looked just as beautiful as she did when she last saw her. She had powerful red, pouty lips with eyeliner so sharp, it could cut someone. "(Y/n)," her voice cut through the hall, sounding more like a question as everyone stopped to see who she was talking to. Regina was never mean to her, and Regina's breakup with Lucas didn't end messy. Maybe that was because it was a summer fling, though. "I thought you went to North Shore All-Girls Academy?" She approached, two girls following her. One of the girls had dark brown hair with chocolate-colored eyes that had no thought behind them. The other girl, however; caused her breath to hitch in the back of her throat as she made eye contact with her. She had honey-blonde hair that fell in ringlets at the bottom of her hair, and her eyes were a soft amber.
"I wanted to come here with my brothers. It was a regretful idea saying as they want me to hang out with them during lunch." She hummed, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Regina wasn't one to hug anyone, so when she hugged (Y/n), everyone was caught off guard. (Y/n) hugged back happily as she allowed the blonde to give her a gentle squeeze pulling away. The other two girls behind Regina stared at her due to how out-of-character Regina was being. However, neither of them said nothing. "Plus, since Lucas was too dumb, I don't get to see you as much."
Regina flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder as she began leading (Y/n) and the other girls away from the ogling crowd. (Y/n) was in a state of awe at how popular Regina seemed to be. It threw her off guard in a way. "This is Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners," she introduced the two, grabbing the schedule from (Y/n)'s hand. She seemed to be showing her where to go, so (Y/n) didn't protest the snatch. "And don't worry about spending your lunch with your brothers, you can eat with us. This is your homeroom. Your next class is upstairs, turn right, third door." Regina said simply, passing the schedule back before stopping at a classroom. (Y/n) thanked her before entering the class, many other sophomores staring widely at her. She didn't understand why, still not getting the gravity that hanging out with Regina held on the student body.
Around lunchtime, (Y/n) wandered the halls, and headed towards the cafeteria. It wasn't too hard to find. There were too many signs indicating where it was. Before she could enter, Regina, Gretchen, and Karen found her first. "Hello, (Y/n)," Gretchen waved, smiling brightly. The smile caused a slight flutter in (Y/n)'s chest, heat rising to her ears as she waved back. Normally, Regina would comment on not having the first word, but she noticed how flustered both Gretchen and (Y/n) were acting with each other. So, she said nothing as they went to the lunch line. "So, the rules are, you can't wear a tank top two days in a row, you can only wear a ponytail once a week, jeans and track pants can only be worn on Fridays, and on Wednesdays we wear pink. You have to follow these rules, or you're not allowed to sit with us." Gretchen told (Y/n) as she sat beside her. (Y/n) nodded at her words, Regina still eyeing them closely.
"I got you, then. Those rules aren't too hard to follow. Maybe I can get your number so you can remind me to wear pink on Wednesday?" (Y/n) asked, causing Gretchen to clumsily pull out her phone so they could exchange numbers. Regina smirked slightly, realizing how smooth it was (Y/n). After all, she had Regina's number, she could always have asked her to remind her. She had a feeling by all of Gretchen's questions on the way to homeroom, that it was because the girl was interested in her ex's little sister. "Thanks, I'll just text you tonight to make sure I got the rules down, if you don't mind."
Gretchen shook her head kindly, hoping her hair could hide the blush forming on her cheeks. At this final display, Regina stood up, causing Karen, Gretchen, and (Y/n) to look her way. "I'm going to go get cheese fries." She excused herself before finding Lucas and pulling him into the lunch line with her. "Your sister is flirting with my friend," Regina said, causing Lucas's eyes to practically bulge out of his head as he stared at her for a long moment. "I think they'd be cute together. You're going to help me get them together by Spring Fling, at least." Regina stated, and Lucas could only nod. He knew not to defy Regina, he was smarter than that. And that is how Project Flowers commenced. It was an opportunity, that through time would help Gretchen and (Y/n) get together. Because Regina knew them both, and she knew that they were going to need help. Specifically, they needed Regina's help.
Regina allowed herself a few of weeks in order to let the two develop their relationship as friends before dropping hints to the girls that they liked each other, or she would mention different outfits she knew the other would like. "You know Gretchen, that one crop top you wore to the mall when we took Cady shopping, I overheard (Y/n) telling Karen how good you looked in it." Regina would say as she talked to Gretchen. "(Y/n), Gretchen absolutely adores your smile." She would say to (Y/n). But she was getting relentless with the responses of 'Are you sure?' Of course, she was sure. She was never wrong about anything, and she was not wrong about their feelings. Lucas also played his part, telling Gretchen little things that (Y/n) enjoyed. He would also tell (Y/n) about how he and Regina were talking about things Gretchen liked. Which always confused (Y/n) on why they brought Gretchen up, but she ignored this fact and got everything that was mentioned for Gretchen.
She was getting annoyed at all the gushing and blushing that (Y/n) and Gretchen did with each other. Their inadvertent flirting and their obliviousness killed Regina. It almost made her want to throw up in annoyance. But what was worse was the fact that they would do little things, like touch the other's hand, and then they'd pull away from each other quickly. It made Regina want to take their hands and force their fingers to intertwine together. She never thought she'd care about a relationship other then her own until she saw how disgusting in love her friends were getting for each other.
"Here's the plan, Lucas, listen up. I know you have trouble listening, so please put your listening ears on." Regina spoke to him like a child, but he didn't mind. Instead, he just listened to the blonde as he sat at a desk in the empty classroom they were in. Shane was trailing after Regina like a lost puppy but had no clue what was going on. "Tonight, I'm going to talk to Gretchen, and you need to talk to (Y/n). Then, I am going to ask her to hang out, but I am not going to be there. It's going to be Gretchen. Understood? So, somehow find out what kind of flowers she likes. For Gretchen, of course."
Lucas nodded briefly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Glancing over at Shane, he raised his brows momentarily. "Okay, sounds good." He stood up, getting ready to leave. After all, he was his siblings' ride, and they would get suspicious if he was any later to leave for the car. Still, he stopped before exiting. "Hey, Regina… You doing this for Gretchen and (Y/n)… It's nice to see you have a heart. But, also, just so you know, you deserve love, too. You and I both know Aaron and Shane are phases. Sorry, Shane." Regina narrowed her eyes at him as he smirked playfully before leaving. He knew she could kill him with that stare. However, he knew that Regina deserved love, too, and he saw the way she looked at Cady.
"Where were you?" (Y/n) questioned, still leaning on the car. Her question was directed at Lucas, but her eyes were on Gretchen talking animatedly to Karen in the distance. The ghost of a smile played on her lips and Daniel nudged her shoulder to let her know they were piling in. Since she was the shortest, she was required to sit in the middle so Lucas could see out of the back windshield. Forgetting her question, and forgetting that it never got answered, she got in. A small part of her wanted to look back at Gretchen, but she forced herself to get in and ignore that feeling of want that settled in the pit of her stomach. Especially because she knew Gretchen would never like her that way. Still, she got out her phone to send a quick text to the girl.
As they drove, Lucas looked back at (Y/n) using the mirror, who was still texting. The smile on her face let him know who she was talking to. Then, he remembered he needed to know her favorite flower. The good thing was that (Y/n) was in the social reject group of band nerds. How Regina ever let that slide was beyond Lucas. However, she had a concert that weekend and it was the perfect excuse to ask her what flowers she would like. "Hey, (Y/n), for your band concert this weekend," he got her attention, her eyes flickering up to look at him, even if his eyes were currently on the road. "What kind of flowers would you like us to bring you?" He inquired, delivering a quick glance before looking back at the road.
All of the boys, excluding Lucas, were now looking at (Y/n)- they were very supportive. Still, all of the eyes on her made her nervous. "Well, it's going to sound basic, but my favorite flowers are pink roses. So, I guess, if you all were to bring flowers, I would want those." She answered, hoping this would get their attention off of her. For one of the Plastics, she didn't like all of the attention. Not even from family. But that probably came with being the youngest girl in a family of four older brothers. There was constantly so much attention on her, that it was sometimes suffocating. With that said, when it came to Gretchen's attention, she wanted it. She wanted Gretchen to look at her. She loved it when Gretchen smiled at her. It was like she was Ken in the new Barbie movie.
A text pinged on her phone and she looked down, hoping it was from Gretchen, but instead, she saw it was from Regina. 'Hey, loser <3, meet me at the park at 7,' it read. Typing a quick confirmation, she got ready but before she could, she was stopped by Lucas who had a suspiciously caring smile on her face. She knew a big talk was coming and she dreaded getting elder brother advice from Lucas of all her older brothers.
"I just wanted to talk to you about Gretchen. I know, because I see how you look at her, and how you look at yourself, that you don't feel good enough." He said, causing surprise to grow on her face. How he knew how she was feeling was beyond her. But maybe she sold him out short. Maybe he did pay attention to more than just himself. "You are good enough for Gretchen. You are so kind and caring, (Y/n). And I can see it in Gretchen's face that she sees that in you. You need to go for it. You've got this."
A smile fell on her face as she embraced her brother. "Thank you," she whispered as he hugged back. He left her room as she changed into something more comfortable but still within Plastics standards. As she got ready for the park, she texted Gretchen and asked if she'd be at the park, too. After waiting a few moments, she tried not to pout at the lack of response before grabbing a jacket and making her way over to meet Regina. Maybe it was just a hangout with only Regina. She felt guilty all of a sudden, hoping she didn't make Gretchen feel left out. Then the overthinking came in, and she wondered if she should even go. On the other hand, Regina would be pissed if she didn't make it. Even if she was kinder to (Y/n) than most people, it didn't make her immune to Regina's quips now and again.
Making her way through the park, she was surprised to see Gretchen at the tree. Squinting slightly, (Y/n) could see that she was holding something. Looking around, she noticed that there was no sign of Regina, so she decided to make her way over. "Hey, Gretchen," she greeted, startling the honey-blonde girl. She finally noticed that in Gretchen's hands were her favorite flowers, and she was starting to realize what was going on. She was tricked into coming here to meet Gretchen by Regina and her brother. Her brother wasn't asking about the rose for the concert- though her brothers would still get her flowers. And Regina staged the hangout, and she must've convinced Gretchen to come out here.
"(Y/n), hey! I was waiting for you." Gretchen bit her lip nervously, extending the roses over to (Y/n). (Y/n) blinked before smiling slowly. Looking up at Gretchen with a wide smile, she started to see the confidence starting to circulate in her amber eyes. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something. So, Regina told me to meet you here and to tell you. So I'm going to go for it." Gretchen gave herself a moment, breathing in. (Y/n) wanted to kiss her right then and there, but she also wanted to hear what she wanted to say. "I really like you. You are so caring and kind. You're funny, smart, and creative. You mean everything to me, and I really want to go on a date with you. We could get coffee or boba together. But also, I really want to be your girlfriend."
(Y/n) gently took a step forward, and with one hand (the other was still clutching the flowers), she pulled Gretchen in. The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Gretchen nodded and (Y/n) completed the distance between them. Kissing her deeply, she felt Gretchen's hands cup the back of her neck. Everything felt complete, and (Y/n) had to stop smiling in the kiss. "I really want to be your girlfriend, too, Gretchen." (Y/n) whispered on her lips, causing Gretchen to kiss her again happily.
"About time," Regina said with her arms crossed, standing next to Lucas, who was looking away respectfully. He obviously didn't want to intrude on his little sister's first kiss. "I thought by the time you two got the balls to ask each other out, we'd be in an elderly home," Regina stated with a quick wink, the other two girls red in the face. "I hope you two have a good time at your picnic. Never say I didn't do something for you. Lucas, the basket, let's go."
The words confused the girls until they noticed Lucas holding the picnic basket in his hands, passing it to his sister. (Y/n) smiled shyly, thanking him before Regina and Lucas went their separate ways. Gretchen and (Y/n) laughed for a moment before going through the basket to find a mix of their favorite snacks. Setting up the area, the two stayed out until the night fell, creating their constellation, their hands connecting them like stars in the night sky, (Y/n) looked over at Gretchen, smiling when she turned over, too. (Y/n) noted in her mind that Gretchen was prettier than all the stars before placing a gentle kiss on Gretchen's lips, Gretchen reciprocating gently. Nothing could ever ruin this moment, (Y/n) decided as she pulled away, smiling widely at the girl. Gretchen turned her head once more and (Y/n) did, too, as they continued to stargaze.
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milaisreading · 11 months
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Hello, I love the headcanons of blue lock and reader being their manager and they being simple, I don't know if you can make one where they see how reader someone is flirting with reader it could be Kaiser or sae I want to see them jealous only if it's to your liking write this idea if it's not right
Author: Sorry! I let my imagination wander a little, but it stayed close to the theme in some way! Hope u like it and thanks for the request🩷
Warnings ⚠️: Reader uses she/her. Manga spoilers. No other warnings really. Requests are open
⚽️Blue lock is owned by: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️
If the Blue Lock building was busy before, then it sure was bussier now with the teams of Bastard München, Manshine city, PXG, Barcha and Ubers coming together to train with the Blue Lock members. The staff was pretty busy and (Y/n) tried her best to help then up, but with the fact that she has to be with the team majority of the time, it was hard.
Right now it was one of the rare moments when (Y/n) got to sit down in the past few days. In the dining area we're just her, Anri, some Manshine and München players eating or just talking.
"Fill out this form, (Y/n). (Y/n)?" Anri called out as the girl kept staring at a certain table being occupied by the Bastard München players.
"He is kind of cute..." (Y/n) muttered shyly to Anri, who immediately looked up from her papers. She barely ever heard (Y/n) talk about anyone in such a way, let alone a guy, so this was a very important information to her!
"Who?" Anri wondered, looking at the table with the German team as (Y/n) snapped out of her daydream and covered up her red face.
"The Bastard player over there.... his smile is so adorable." (Y/n) admitted, not noticing the sly smile on Anri's face.
"My my... is (Y/n) in love?"
"No! I mean... I never even talked to the guy."
"Well, you can change that. Didn't you spend some time in Germany for a exchange program?" Anri questioned as (Y/n) nodded her head. The woman slapped her on the back and gave her an encouraging look.
"You will have something in common then. Just try it out."
"Maybe you are right..."
As the two talked, neither noticed Nagi's frozen form nearby. Although he wasn't someone who would evesdrop, especially on (Y/n), he couldn't help hearing the part of her possibly liking a Bastard München player. The boy gulped and as quietly made his way to the exit, hoping he will find the other Blue Lock players before (Y/n) could make a move on Kaiser.
'Seriously?! Why that bastard of all people?! He is so obnoxious!' Nagi thought as jealousy made its way into his heart.
"Kaiser, I think the manager is into you. She has been staring at our table for a while." The blonde boy stopped his conversation with Ness and both looked at the said table. Kaiser made eye contact with the girl and she immediately looked away, face red from embarrassment.
"Is that so?"
"Well, you do get a lot of looks from girls in Germany Kaiser, not surprised that it's the same case in Japan." Ness added truthfully, feeding his ego more than needed. The boy thought for a moment and looked back at the table, watching as she followed the older woman out of the room.
"Well, might as well give the fan the attention she wants. When are we playing against Yoichi?"
"In about 3 hours." Another player answered, dreading Kaiser's plan already.
"Kaiser?! Michael Kaiser?!" Reo and Hiori yelled in shock as Nagi finished explaining what he had heard in the dining hall. Baro and Kunigami already were cracking their knuckles and Rin was about to rip his hair out.
'Great! While I am over here trying to keep my bastard brother away, that dude had to catch her attention.'
"What about Kaiser? Are we talking about how much of a clown he is?" Isagi laughed as him, Chigiri and Bachira walked into the locker room.
"No! He might be a clown, but he seems to be (Y/n)'s type!" Karasu said as he fell to the floor dramatically and Aryu huffed in disgust.
"He isn't even worthy of her glancing at him, let alone being the object of her affection. Oh I need to give (Y/n) a lesson in class and taste." Aryu said, ready to rip the blonde boy's hair out.
"You... you are joking, right?! Is it April 1st or something?!" Bachira yelled but Reo shook his head, pointing at a shaking Nagi.
"Nagi heard her say that to Teieri-san. He said she was pointing at his table and blushing. This is a tragedy." Yukimiya said sounding more upset by each word.
"We need to stop this from evolving into something more than just a crush." Niko said as Kurona and Gagamaru nodded their heads.
"And how will we do that? It's not like we have any rights to tell (Y/n) what she can say or do." Chigiri said.
"I will just beat Kaiser up, that will keep him away!" Bachira said with a wide grin.
"No, you will get in trouble for it! We need something else." Isagi argued, mad that one of his worst rivals had to catch their manager's attention.
"Well, if we all know (Y/n) correctly, she will stop he activities as soon as one of us needs help. We just got to pretend to be helpless with some tasks." Otoya said, and the rest thought it over for a minute.
"That's not so bad. (Y/n) isn't the kind of girl to abandon her work or friends for some guy, much less Kaiser." Gagamaru finally spoke up, earning a nod from Rin.
"Alright then. For the next few days we are pretending to be stupid, although some of you don't need to pretend." Rin said as he rolled his eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Baro questioned.
"Some of you will call (Y/n) at any opportunity when you have basic tasks to do, for example tying your shoelaces."
"Now you aren't the one to talk, you always pretend to not know how to put bandages properly on." Kunugami added, earning a laugh from Hiori and Bachira.
"That happened once!"
"Not even you believe that." Chigiri and Gagamaru snickered. Isagi kept quiet during the whole ordeal, already preparing to beat Kaiser on the field.
'I am not going to lose (Y/n) to that obnoxious guy. Why did he have to get her attention of all people.'
"Let's just hope Kaiser's lap dog won't catch onto us." Yukimiya's comment caused the rest to laugh, finding the name fitting for Ness.
"Hmmm... and the towels are here! I think everything is ready for the match. I wonder how Isagi feels knowing he had to play against the guy he despises the most and the one he adores." (Y/n) chuckled, remembering how much he insulted Kaiser before the teams arrived.
'Well he does seem full of himself sometimes.'
The girl cringed a little at the thought of the blonde, and just as her luck wanted it, he walked up to her.
"Hey, you must be the manager. (L/n) (Y/n), right?"
The girl blinked a few times and nodded her head, wondering why he walked up to her.
"Yeah... do you or the team need something? I can go get someone!" (Y/n) said, hoping nothing was missing. Kaiser chuckled a little and shook his head.
"Not really, well now that I think of it I might do need something."
"Huh? What is it? Water, towels? Do you want to talk with-"
"Actually, your number would be a good start."
(Y/n) stopped in her rambling and looked at the smiling boy blankly.
"Why would I give you my number?" The girl wondered.
"Well you seem like just my type, so why not get to know each other. I don't offer this to anyone, you know."
"I-" (Y/n) was too stunned for a moment. While yes Kaiser was objectively good-looking and talented, he wasn't that important to her.
"I-I got to go. If you need something else a staff member will help you."
Kaiser was left confused for a moment, thinking she was shy, but that wasn't it.
'It's like she doesn't care? As if she wasn't eyeing me this morning.' Kaiser was offended by now and as (Y/n) was about to speak again, the Blue Lock members interrupted her.
"(Y/n)! Can you help me with my knee brace?"
"I need help with my laces too!" Chigiri and Nagi yelled and Reo pulled her away from Kaiser, who watched the scene in confusion.
"Sure, where is your brace?" (Y/n) asked, shaking her shock away as she looked at Chigiri. Reo and Nagi used the opportunity to glare at the German.
"Leave."
"Don't you have a warm-up with that team of yours? Leave our manager alone." Baro and Kunigami warned as they stood in front of Kaiser, blocking his view at the girl.
'Where did they come from? And moreover, why was she so nonchalant now?' Kaiser wondered.
The game went better than Ego expected, his team didn't have a hard time catching up to the others and they even scored some great goals. The team was quite bloodhugry after they heard Kaiser tried to make a move on (Y/n), so they did their best to intimidate him on the field, which was mostly thanks to Rin, Isagi, Baro and Nagi. After (Y/n) and Anri congratulated them, they started cleaning up, not noticing Kaiser approaching them.
"Not him again...and the lap dog is here too." Otoya rolled his eyes as Isagi and Rin got up.
"Maybe we should go and get something to drink!"
"Yeah, I am thirsty!" Hiori and Kurona said quickly, earning weirded out looks by the girl.
"I just gave you water. You know Ego-san doesn't allow you any sugary liquid right now."
"Yeah, but we need more water!" Bachira suddenly said. Anri rolled her eyes at their childish behavior and pulled (Y/n) by the arm.
"Use this opportunity now." Anri whispered, pushing (Y/n) towards where Kaiser was.
"I... I don't know. He will probably think it's weird."
"Shut up."
Anri said harshly, sending a glare towards Yukimiya who tried to say something. The two approached the 3 arguing boys and the silent one.
'This is a bad idea...'
"Hey, you are Ness, right?" The magenta haired boy raided his eyebrow and looked away from Kaiser.
"Yes?"
"(Y/n) here wants to speak with you." Anri said as she left the girl in front of Ness and pulled Rin and Isagi away, embarrassed at their behavior. Kaiser kept quiet, wondering why she was acting so nervous around Ness of all people.
'What am I missing?'
"How can I help you?" Ness asked with his usual smile.
'It looks so cute!' The girl thought.
"I-I wanted to say you did a very great job today. Y-you are really talented!"
"Ah? Really? Thank you, but it wasn't anything special. I do way more during official games." Ness said, a little bit embarrassed by the compliments.
"That must be great then! I hope I will get to watch you play for real soon. Oh!" (Y/n) took her phone out and showed it to Ness.
"I wanted to ask if I could get your phone number. You seem really nice to talk to."
The magenta haired boy blinked a few times, then looked at a flabbergasted Kaiser and then back at (Y/n).
"Aren't you interested in Kaiser? I saw you staring at him today." The boy asked in confusion. (Y/n) felt her already red face get even redder and she shook her head.
"Well... I was staring, won't deny that. But I was actually looking at you, Kaiser was just in the way you could say..." (Y/n) admitted.
'I?! I was in the way of Ness?! What movie did I wake up to?' Kaoser thought as he watched Ness nod his head and typing in his phone number. Feeling a small boost in confidence, Ness spoke up as (Y/n) put her phone away.
"Hey, dinner is in about an hour or so, want to eat together? Since you want to get to know me."
"S-sure!" (Y/n) answered with a shy smile.
Anri cheered as Ego watched the scene in boredom, wondering what the big fuss over it was. Meanwhile the boys were left defeated at the fact that (Y/n) picked Alexis Ness over all of them. Their only saving grace was that the German team will stay in Japan for 2 more days and then leave. After that they can use the time to get (Y/n)'s mind off of the magenta haired boy.
"I need (Y/n)'s eyesight to be checked..." Yukimiya muttered as Aryu nodded his head, refusing to admit defeat.
"Will you stop filming, Shidou?" Loki warned the pink-eyed boy, who was fighting back the urge to laugh.
"What are you talking about? This is gold, Loki! I need to show this to Sae."
"Why him?" The coach of PXG asked in confusion as Shidou put his phone away.
"He has been trying to get close to (Y/n) for a while and failed each time. Imagine his face when a newcomer did it so effortlessly."
Loki sighed in defeat at Shidou's immature behavior.
"Let a brother breath..." He muttered.
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mchlgayser · 11 months
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─── LOATHE TO LOVE YOU ft michael kaiser ☆
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synopsis: he is the campus's jock, the heartthrob, and the heartbreaker but that didn't stop you to devote yourself to him. you want him, need him even but when you are tangled in his mess, you find yourself loathe to love him.
warning: (16+) mature content, depressive content, a brief mention of a friend with benefits, languages, breakdown, shitty male lead + dumb lovestruck female lead, and alternative universe aka au.
daily note: what i wrote is purely fiction, listen guys, if any person is like this no second chance should be tolerated but because this is fiction i think imma still go with it. kaiser is jiwon, jiwon is kaiser. you are DG, DG is you. that's it.
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The campus hall is packed with students going in and out but what's more to it is Michael Kaiser. He is with his circle of friends talking and joking with each other, completely ignoring the lousy whines from his bunch of fan girls. Well, you are no exception, always pestering him with gifts but what makes you different than the rest of them is that you knows him since high school. You always had feelings for the said boy but he sees you the same way he did with everyone else.
They go around in a circle taking pictures of the two most popular guys on campus, Kaiser and Isagi. Kaiser rejected some of them only picking up the cute and pretty ones while Isagi had his hands full with a bunch of expensive chocolate and ridiculous gifts. They finally left the hall once the bell chimed. You walk in Kaiser's direction gifting them with a medium-sized box of his favorite flavored chocolate. 'I made them.' You said smiling at him. He looks at you, yanking the box away 'Yes, thanks.' He left the hall leaving you pout to yourself.
'He is never like that but with you.' Your friend reminded you with her arms crossed 'Shut it, Lesley,' She shrug and then left 'Let's go.'
You sat on a vacant chair beside Lesley, your books litter on the table as you pull out your laptop and your pencil case 'Look at them over there, bitching around again.' Lesley pointed to Kaiser and his recent girlfriend, Mya. The blonde girl twirls her hair at him with seductive eyes making you internally gawk at the sight. Kaiser whispers something over to her making her blush and then giggle cutely.
You pout to yourself eyeing them for some time before your lecturer came inside the lecturing room to teach. She scattered to her place placing a messy, lip-coating kiss on his lip before muttering goodbyes.
You stare upfront writing everything down mind elsewhere. You know you are in no position to be upset over something so silly and stupid but is it wrong? You liked him. That's what's wrong.
Once the period ended, you headed outside with Lesley to the lounge room to study 'Aren't you going to the cafeteria?' She said catching up to you. You shake your head 'Not hungry. Go and tell them I said hi.' You refer to your friends and leave her there.
The lounge room was not crowded like usual but a few people is studying. You sat by a vacant place pulling out your book and a pair of headset to listen to music - rather a weird sound of waves and rain pit pattering.
You highlighted a part in the book and at times you swirl it around your fingers while reading before suddenly your headset is snatched off 'Watch it-' As you peek up, you see Kaiser, with a smug smile plaster on his stupidly attractive face. Your voice stuck at the back of your throat seeing him so up close 'Mind I take a seat?' He says, looking around before throwing your headset back to you.
You mindlessly nod moving your bag to the floor and allowing him to seat next to you. He says nothing but stares at you with an unreadable expression. You coughs catching his attention 'Yes?' You hated how you sounded, so inaudible and in love.
He shrugs 'I thought I might give you something that's yours.' He handed something from the back of his jeans pocket and it was a small letter that is smother with kisses. Your eyes gawk forward pulling yourself up and snatch the letter - tried to because he hid it behind him.
'Don't you wanna know my answer.' You shake your head profusely making he snorted 'It's a no. I don't like you.' You gulp at his straightforwardly answer but nod nonetheless. 'I didn't mean this to slipped. I'll be careful next time, now can you give it back?' You try again but once you almost made it he suddenly pulled your waist and you lose balance.
Your nose touches at the harsh contact making him laugh. 'Reckless.' He poke your cheek pushing you up and gives the letter back to you 'But.' He begins away making your brows arched together.
'We can commit to something that requires no such thing as love.' Your ears perked at his words 'Friend?' He shrug at you 'Sure but... With a pinch of fun.' He joked as you started to queasy in your seat 'Like what?' He shrug with his kissable lip making you subconsciously bite yours. He held your hands 'Have heard of friends with benefits?' You flinch at his soft touch and then averting your gaze on him.
You nodded making him smirk 'Then, what do you think?' He man spread before you with his arms spread. His face looks suggestive and hot too.
Your hand sweats with anxiety but you nod at him.
It's been a week since your last talk with Kaiser - at the campus. Of course, no one knew about you being his property now, or at least that's what he always murmurs during your days together. Surprisingly and fortunately he broke things off with Mya right after the deal due to the agreement you both come up with and he's pretty much available right now which leaves tons of confession letters inside his locker.
Right now you are on your way to the football field because you wanted to see him and there you see him practicing football with his teammates occasionally leaving you glances from afar. You smile thinking to yourself how lucky you are to be close enough with him. Your dream came true like heavy rain. You watch him passing the ball back and forth with Isagi when their coach calls them out to discuss something.
You heard multiple shrieking from far below you belonging to his fan girls when he lift his jersey to wipe his sweats off. One girl came running to the railing blowing him a flirty kiss to which he reply. You frown at the interaction but paid no more attention to them when you see Kaiser wink your way and send a smile. You wave at him cautiously, scared his horny fan girls would be noticed.
Kaiser suddenly emerges to the railing bringing Isagi with him, you stalk them talking to the girls but Isagi keeps glaring your way sending you a smile of... Pity?
You keep waiting until the practice finished and the girls are gone but Kaiser is nowhere in sight. You look around spotting no one but Isagi by the tunnel. He walks to you with a small smile on his face 'Kaiser left.' You stood up 'Oh really, he didn't call me though.' You held the back of your nape and give him an awkward grin.
He hums 'It's late, want me to send you to your dorm?' You shake your head 'No, it's okay. I'm good.' He insisted and ended sending you to your place.
In the meantime, you get to know Isagi, he talks all about himself on your way to your dorm and you laugh at his poor attempt to make you laugh despite your down state.
'Kaiser said you both are a thing now, is that true?' Your gaze fall to the floor in shame, now he might have thought of the worst, would he? 'Please don't think of the worst. I'm not one to judge.' You lend him a smile, thanking him.
You two get in the elevator in silence and the door opens 'I can take it from here-'
'No, let me send you to your doorstep.' He chuckles slightly pushing you by your waist. You nodded going on like he said to your doorstep 'Thanks, Isagi.' He nodded, you see him being reluctant before pulling you into a tight hug 'I hope we can be friends too, just usual friends.' He laughs making you laugh too.
The next day, Kaiser came to your dorm when Lesley left and make himself at home 'Where were you, last night? You left without telling me?' He shrugs a shoulder at you 'Should I and should you?' You give him a confused look 'Should I tell and should you know?' You scoff 'Being a jerk again, do we agree on being friends with benefits or enemies with benefits, Kaiser?' He laughs 'You come up with most of the terms, no relationship and such but I can't. This is a fucking game not a love thing like you imagined inside your head. I'm not your boyfriend to escort you home and such.' You scoff in disbelief 'You. You are a dick.' He says nothing but stood up, leaning into your arms 'Can we just forget about it? I'm stressed.' He rests his chin on your shoulder giving your arm a light squeeze. You groan but hum anyways.
And he started it, peppering your neck with feathery kisses and roaming your body.
You yawn to yourself, and a slap to your back 'Focus.' Lesley said continuing with her tutoring. You hums looking back on the screen but mind elsewhere. 'Alright that's it. What is the matter with you.' You slump your head harshly on the table leaving a light scrape but that's doesn't matter.
'Kaiser.'
She did a face 'What about the asshole? Goodness gracious, you won't believe it when I tell you your so dreamy crush had been banging Mya back inside the locker room.' Your eyes widen at her words 'Again?' She sighed, rolling her eyes at you 'Don't make me repeat that nasty thing, he banged her. Last night. Public!' You gasp at her utterance 'What? What about it?' You shake your head, cleaning your stuff up 'I'm leaving, meeting someone, see you!'
You run all across the campus to meet him, sit down and talk but instead, you bumped into someone. Isagi groans at the harsh impact of his butt on the floor but upon seeing you in a much-devastated state, he set his pain aside and checks on you. Your body lay flat on the floor with your chest heaving up and down aggressively, tired from the continuous running. 'Where is, Kaiser?' Your voice croaks at the end of your sentence. Isagi pulls you up going in straight for a hug and soothe your back.
'I like him. He knows that. He take advantage of him. I know that. But why does it still hurt? I like him so much but he don't. I know that but why does it sting so bad. It aches like someone stabbed my heart with it.' He lets your pour your broken heart out 'Kaiser...' He suddenly mentions 'He always like that.'
Well, that didn't help but 'Thanks, Yo.' You sniffle, he laugh at your poor attempt you wipe the tears that never once stopped falling. 'It's okay not to be okay, you know?' You give him a tight hug once more making him smile.
One month since the incident and you broke things off with Kaiser. You never answered his calls or his texts, you left him on your doorstep to freeze to death if he may. It wasn't smooth - your sailings but with the help of a few friends and especially Lesley and Isagi, you've been better. You told Lesley about it a week after and instead of being a total mad clown, she nag you and comforted you instead, always there to help you and Isagi is no different.
He always there to help you in and outside the campus, accompanying you to your favourite cafe, your hang-out places like the bookshop, the local bakery, and shops all over town. Thanks to him for being helpful, never bringing up Kaiser once knowing it will hurt you and leave your scar to bleed again.
Kaiser on the other hand still enjoying his youthful life, parties, girls, and sexes but not until he realized the void left in his heart after you blocked him. He knows you are incompetent, the first day he agreed to be your friend with benefits he knew either way you'll catch feelings but he still plays along, for the sake of his old feeling that he never knew were still there, left buried and untouched.
He used to like you, or at least that's what he claimed to be.
He sees you walk from the door of his class to your seat, the way your flutter seeing him and shy away when he smirks at you but then, that's it. You never paid him attention until you both graduated and parted ways but not until you and him came across each other on your first day at college and since then you started pestering him during his college years. He wants to play hard to get as you did and so he did.
Until he notices a letter slip from your bag. He picked it up, read it and confronts you.
The minute he learned to know you better, he became petrified because sooner or later he'll catch a feeling. The old feeling he felt way back will resurface in you like nothing. He scared to commit. He never know how to love not until he met you but he is still scared and insecure. Yes, as vain and arrogant he can be, with you he's always fidgety, nervous and scared.
That day, the day he was sure he likes you, no, love you even, he acted in vain. He had sex with Mya out of panic and ended up blowing you off. He knew he disappointed you and that's why right now he's doing and fighting every urge not to just invade your space and talk it out with you.
He tried it with Isagi but the latter would always cut him off and went into full protective mode. 'I told you not to talk about her again, Mihya. You hurt her. Truly.' Kaiser held his hair in frustration 'I regretted it, okay. I love her and I want to talk to her, now. Please?' Isagi look between him and the ground 'Fuck it, fine. But let me talk it out with Lesley first.'
Kaiser can hear your friend lousy shouts 'Tell him to fuck off, can't ya'?' But she was cut in and then Isagi nods.
'You can but if you messed up, me and Lesley will come for your head.'
He started running like a manic, he ran, not stopping until he was sure he was right on your doorstep. His head sweats, both anxious and tired.
The second he's at your doorstep, he knocks on it like crazy. You on the other, leisurely, walk to the door and twist it open. Kaiser stood before you, panting hard. You fidget with the hem of your shirt. No words were exchanged until he said 'Want to go outside?' You sniffle slip on your slipper and walk out with him. Kaiser did notice the change in your appearance. Your hair is blocked from his view by the head of your hoodie, your eyes stare at the ground like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.
You two sat by a vacant bench at your residence's public park and settle down in silence 'Why do you come?' You croaks, had he not pay attention he would missed your almost-inaudible whisper.
'I...' He starts, nerve picking up like he had a marathon - he did but he's sure it wasn't because of it. 'I'm sorry.' He sighed, head drop to the ground in shame and regret 'What I did is beyond forgiven. I chose to betrayed you, I'm sorry Y/n. I'm sorry I did what I did just because I was selfish and scared.' The next word to leave his lip shocked you 'I like you. I'm sorry for what I did and I know it doesn't justify my actions to act reckless like that. I hope you can forgive me.' Your voice crack a broken wails as you cry another time that week.
'You are an asshole!' He nods agreeing.
'You are a dick for making me feel this way!'
'I wish you will rot in hell!'
He grips his fists tight, lip biting 'But why, why can't I find myself to hate you, hurt you the way you did? Why do I crave you every night after you broke me? Am I stupid?' He hesitates to bring you inside the warmth of his hug and shushes you 'It's okay, I'm sorry. So sorry, Y/n.' He caressed your head leaving butterfly kisses causing your stomach to a rabble of euphoria.
You reply to his hug with a short squeeze and whine 'Don't hurt me again, will you?' He hums placing another kiss to your head.
'So sorry, love.'
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Hi! I finished up the list of songs that made it in, I still need to make the brackets, and will post those once they’re done! Complete list under the cut
A Little Fall of Rain - Les Misérables
A Little Priest - Sweeney Todd
A Musical - Something Rotten
Agony - Into the Woods
All you wanna do - Six
Another National Anthem - Assassins
Another Suitcase in Another Hall - Evita
Anthem - Chess
Any Kind of Dead Person - Ghost Quartet
Anything you can do (I can do better) - Annie Get Your Gun
Balaga - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
Being Alive - Company
Belle - Notre-Dame de Paris
Brain Dead - A New Brain
Burn - Hamilton
Cabaret - Cabaret
Carnaval del Barrio - In the Heights
Carrying the Banner - Newsies
Cell Block Tango - Chicago
Chant - Hadestown
Come what may - Moulin Rouge
Confrontation - Jekyll & Hyde
Costume Party - Come from Away
Dead Girl Walking - Heathers
Dead Mom - Beetlejuice
Defying Gravity - Wicked
Dentist! - Little Shop of Horrors
Die Schatten werden länger - Elisabeth
Don’t Rain On My Parade - Funny Girl
Drink with me - Les Misérables
Dust and Ashes - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
El tango de Roxanne - Moulin Rouge
Epic III - Hadestown
Epiphany - Sweeney Todd
Esmeralda - the Hunchback of Notre-Dame
Everybody’s got the right - Assassins
Feast or famine - Black Friday
Feed Me (Git It!) - Little Shop of Horrors
For Good - Wicked
Get Down - Six
Gethsemane (I only want to say) - Jesus Christ Superstar
Giants in the sky - Into the Woods
Glory - Pippin
Go Tonight - The Mad One’s
Good Kid - the lightning thief
Heaven on their Minds - Jesus Christ Superstar
Holding to the Ground - Falsettos
How Can Love Survive - The Sound of Music
I’m Alive - Next to Normal
I’m Breaking Down - Falsettos
Ich gehör nur mir - Elisabeth
If I had my time again - Groundhog Day
If I were a rich man - Fiddler on the Roof
Inevitable - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals
Independently Owned - Shucked
Joseon Swag (조선수액) - Swag Age: Shout Out, Joseon! (스웨그에이지: 외쳐, 조선!)
Judas - Clown Bible
Juntton - Gambämark
King of New York - Newsies
Land of Yesterday - Anastasia
Le Monde est Stone - Starmania
Les Rois du Monde - Roméo et Juliette, de la haine à l’amour
Let it out - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals
Letters - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
Lilacs - Preludes
Loser Geek Whatever - Be More Chill
Losing My Mind - Follies
Love will come and find me again - Bandstand
Madame Guillotine - The Scarlet Pimpernel
Michael in the Bathroom - Be More Chill
My Grand Plan - the lightning thief
No One Else - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
No One Remembers Achmed - Twisted
Noel’s Lament - Ride the Cyclone
Nonstop - Hamilton
On My Own - Les Misérables
On the Verge - Women on the Edge of a Nervous Breakdown
Once and for all - Newsies
One Day More - Les Misérables
Place, je passe - Mozart l’opéra rock
Popular - Wicked
Prologue - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
Prologue: Tradition - Fiddler on the Roof
Quartet at the Ballet - Anastasia
Quiet - Matilda
Rebecca Reprise - Rebecca
Requiem - Dear Evan Hansen
Revolting Children - Matilda
Ring of Keys - Fun Home
Santa Fe - Newsies
Seize the Day - Newsies
Sick to Death of Alice-ness - Alice by Heart
Skid Row (Downtown) - Little Shop of Horrors
Solo - Octet
Starchild - Ghost Quartet
Sweet Transvestite - Rocky Horror Show
Talia - Ride the Cyclone
Telephone Wire - Fun Home
The Ballad of Jane Doe - Ride the Cyclone
The I Love You Song - The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
The New World - Songs for a New World
The Opera - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
The Pitiful Children - Be More Chill
The Point of No Return - The Phantom of the Opera
The Song of Purple Summer - Spring Awakening
The Starry Night - Starry
The Thrill of First Love - Falsettos
The Torture Tango - Spies are Forever
The Turning of the Key - The Clockmaker’s Daughter
There! Right There! - Legally Blonde
This World Will Remember Us - Bonnie & Clyde
Time Warp - Rocky Horror Show
Tonight (Quintet) - West Side Story
Touch Me - Spring Awakening
Twisted - Twisted
Unlikely Lovers - Falsettos
Usher Pt. 3 - Ghost Quartet
Wait For Me - Hadestown
Wait For Me (Reprise) - Hadestown
Waving Through A Window - Dear Evan Hansen
Wenn ich tanzen will - Elisabeth
What would I do - Falsettos
When the going gets tough - Spongebob Squarepants
Wilkommen - Cabaret
You Gotta Die Sometime - Falsettos
Your Daddy’s Son - Ragtime
Your Fault/Last Midnight - Into the Woods
30/90 - Tick, Tick… Boom
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heal my aching soul
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pairing: mika häkkinen x michael schumacher
@flatoutin-eaurouge this is especially for you 🫶 thank you so much for the prompt, i hope i did the soulmate au justice 🤍 kind of a long read ! but i hope it’s everything you expected <3
It knew him better than he knew himself. That was just the world he was born into.
Somehow, he never gave it much thought. The everlasting ticker brazened on his wrist, like a permanent, less stylish Tag Heuer timepiece was no less a part of him than his legs or fingers. In a world where everybody has a permanent, less stylish Tag Heuer timepiece brazened on their wrists, why would the thought ever come to mind that it is anything but abnormal, of course?
In middle school it was all the girls could talk about, buzzing over the possibilities of their soul ties excitedly over lunch and in the halls. The guys he knew didn’t make as much racket, but ever so often, in the hush of an emptying locker room or amid the shadowy back rows of the auditorium during a boring assembly, there was the occasional “did it, y’know...” followed by a sheepish gesture to the left wrist.
High school was the breakthrough for some of his peers. He had gone off to do part-time school in pursuit of his karting hobby turned career, so he didn’t see the full picture for what it really was. From what he gathered, it was a milestone similar to a first kiss or first boyfriend or girlfriend. This, of course, was much more serious.
He never forgot the look on Jyrki’s face when they were away in England, at the young age of seventeen at a karting championship, the day his ticker pulsated and synced with the ticker of a girl he had met that afternoon at a cafe. Back at the hotel, in the warm midday sunshine, Jyrki’s eyes had glowed, sparkling like sapphires as he described what sounded like the most wonderful girl in the world. He had laughed at the older Finn, reminding him that he got this way with every pretty girl who gave him the time of day, but all his twenty-year-old friend could do was blush a deep carnelian, shaking his blonde head and sighing out a dreamy “she’s different, Mika.” Sure enough, she was. And so Jyrki’s ticker expired, when he met her once again in the street outside the circuit, and she leapt into his arms as the sky tinged with cobalt and their tickers burned out like dying phoenixes that had completed life’s only task.  
Mika watched from the background, feeling very awkward. His own ticker caught his gaze, winking at him with its digital eye, reminding him he still had a ways to go.
The other Mika was next in the group to find his soul tie. It happened over a winter break at home in Finland two years later, when a girl they both had known since primary school came to watch them race one another in the Salo’s backyard. Salo had always crushed on her, always spoke of her so highly, but it wasn’t until that dark Thursday evening in December when he won against Mika and a few other boys from karting when she was ready for him. Amid his celebratory cheering, Mika Salo’s ticker retired at nineteen, and by nightfall she had cozied up in his arms as though she never left their embrace.
“It’s something, alright,” Salo muttered to him on his way home, “you just know it. It...”
“It does what?” He urged, desperate.
“It pulsates. Your heartbeat and hers. They’ll match. And you’ll feel it on your wrist. It’s so-”
“Yeah?”
“-beautiful.”
He breathed deeply, eyes wide in the purple night. “That is something.”
-
Maybe mine is just broken, Mika languished to himself when a boy from a rival karting team found his soul tie before a race in Germany, watching a beautiful redheaded girl grab the boy by the face and kiss him tenderly amid cheers and whoops from the crowd.
He had other things to worry about, immediately forgetting about the hopefully-broken ticker as he eyed Michael Schumacher, who began marching his way across the paddock, head high, smile bright and confident. Michael Schumacher, who surely already found his soul tie too. Michael Schumacher, who he only saw on these race weekends and never let anyone forget his name. Michael Schumacher, who caught him staring, and gave him a distasteful arrogant scoff as he made his way to his garage.
Like usual, all Mika could do was stand there and take it. All his life seemed to be, was just standing there and taking it. Taking in everyone around him falling in forever love. Taking in the loss of his friends to their new lives. Taking in unsportsmanlike gestures from his rival. He wondered if there was nobody left in the world for him. He wondered if his life purpose was to watch love blossom all around him with his broken ticker.
No, he shook the thought from his mind, I will not think like that. His team boss ushered him to his own garage and shoved his helmet into his hands. Not right now.
Michael won this race. Although everybody saw it with their own eyes, the German made sure to parade himself around and remind the world just who the best kart driver in Germany was. From the shadows, behind silhouettes of fans and photographers in the pits, Mika did what he did best, and watched. He watched as Michael pranced around with his trophy, beaming for every camera in sight. A little fan group followed him around like devoted puppies, desperate for just a smile, a wave in their direction. But Michael, who was on a plane of his own, continued his parade until every eye rested on him.
Mika could understand the fuss. Charisma gushed from him as though it coursed his veins instead of blood. That smile, so camera-friendly, never left his face, sitting so nicely across his features. He clutched his trophy to his chest, the golden glint catching the rays of early afternoon, and Mika was no better than the trailing fan club at the German’s feet. In fact, he felt nearly ashamed as his heart stuttered in the center of his chest when Michael skipped closer, capturing his fixated gaze, reminding him that this was a competitor and not an idol.
“Not your day, Häkä! Not your day again!”
Mika swallowed through the tightness in his throat as he opened his mouth to respond, but a strong authoritative hand on his shoulder from his manager pulled him backwards into their own sanctity of the garage before he could form any verbal rebuttal.  
In Thruxton, it was Mika’s turn to win. He hoped for maybe a surprise from his ticker, something to encourage him that it wasn’t broken and some pretty girl his age would emerge from the crowd and kiss him sweetly in celebratory delight and he would never have to worry about the stupid digital screen on his wrist ever again. Instead, Michael’s distasteful smirk from the midst of the crowd aimed right at his direction, choking him and throwing the ticker to the bottom of his list of worries once again.
But he did get support from his team, support that still made him happy. And so he was content for the rest of the day, in that winning-induced trance that seemed to shroud the whole atmosphere in golden light. Golden light, that sparkled off his trophy this time.
Back and forth they went. Michael winning in Wunstorf, Mika taking Donington Park. Smug smiles were shot in his direction during his losses, and bitter grimaces replaced them during his wins. Many times, Mika was asked by reporters who he thought was going to win the season. “It will be either myself or Michael.” Michael’s answers only involved one name; his own.
The season ended. Another winter spent at home where yet another friend of Mika’s proved that his ticker was not broken. People’s tickers proved everywhere that they weren’t broken: in the airport, in restaurants, on the sidewalks, in train cars, even on his own team. Everybody’s ticker was working except for Mika’s. And it became impossible to ignore.
In 1990, a new season began in Mika’s racing career. It was his second year in Formula Three, and at that point racing came as easy to him as breathing. He won every race in England with ease. His trophy collection grew so big his father had built him a cabinet at home in his room. People in the paddock kept reminding him that his ticker was broken. Couples had formed left and right at all these races. Half the drivers on his team had found their soul ties. Soon enough it was seventy five percent.
Not a glimpse of Michael until it was time to race at the Hockenheimring. That rivaling smile came out to play as soon as Mika stepped foot onto the German soil, the boy strolling over wearing it bright and proud.
“Good luck, Häkä! Don’t mess up now!”
And again, like some weird foreign entity taking over his body, his heart tugged at the nickname. He knew it was just an intimidation tactic; a purposeful butchering and shortening of his surname to throw him off his game. And he wouldn’t allow it.
“Thank you, Schumi. I’ll try not to.”
Again his chest pulled, this time at the name for the German leaving his own tongue. Schumi. The name was too cute, too playful for someone like Michael. He immediately wished he said nothing at all, as Michael flitted away, cheeks pink from the sun, smile still in place.
Like every race, Mika’s blood pumped with nerves waiting for go-time. And he tried to ignore it. He tried so hard. But the thought of his broken ticker came back to bite him when his very own sister, who was watching from the crowd with his parents and a friend she had brought from home, had realized her soul tie was standing beside her all along. The second to last thing he saw was his parents applauding the new couple as they embraced and kissed. The last thing he saw lay in his rear view mirror.
A sickly familiar taunting, vindictive sneer followed by a wink.
And it was go.    
--
Luckily for Mika, that smirk did not linger. It twisted into an expression of sheer disdain as it floated in his peripheral on the podium, after taking first place at the only race away from England. In the center of the crowd, cheering the loudest, drowning out that horrible glare to his right, were his parents and sister and her new soul tie. For once, he was happy to see the product of the ticker’s magic. It distracted him from the storm cloud standing beside him, waiting to strike him.
That strike happened sooner than later, on his walk back to the garages. Like a cobra, Michael struck from behind, quick and venomous with his fingers digging into Mika’s upper arm. The Finn gasped at the contact, entirely unprepared for such an attack, and before he knew it, Michael’s unsmiling furious face stood centimeters from his own.
“What’s the matter?” He sneered, poison in his words. “You upset because everybody but you has someone?”
Mika stumbled back, completely lost of any thought. Everyone in the paddock seemed to be unaware of what was going down, the mass of people streaming around them from all sides except for a few photographers who were catching on to the tension. His heart stung, the minuscule weight of the ticker seeming to carry the weight of the world on his wrist at the reminder.
“What does that have to do with anything?” He remained calm, collected, relieved that his race suit seemed thick enough to hide just how much he was shaking inside of it. “Stick to insulting my driving, not my personal life.”
Michael didn’t seem to have a sufficient answer. By then, a horde of photographers gathered around the two of them, which made Michael panic. He breezed by Mika, bumping into his shoulder on his stride, with a chilling “I’m not finished with you yet, Häkä.”
The remainder of the season Mika took each and every win in his British Formula Three calendar, and Michael did as well in the German one. And still, Mika remained convinced his ticker was faulty. He became the last person in his circle back home to be without a soul tie. It ate at him, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
“Well, you have one more race to win,” Keke had said on their way to China from Finland for the Macau Grand Prix, “then you can think about your silly ticker.”
But you don’t understand. I hate thinking about it. They arrived at the hotel, checking in and making themselves at home. It’s ruining my life. The next morning at qualifying, Mika drove through his anguish, ignoring Michael and all the faces he was making. Why am I alone? Does nobody love me? Does nobody in this whole entire world love me?
Race day came before he could even process it, snatching first place during the first leg so naturally it was like breathing. Michael’s strange threat from Hockenheim came back to him as he briefly caught his eye in the paddock before settling in for the second and final leg. The German stood there, watching him from a safe distance, silently. And Mika’s face began to flush to his own dismay. I can’t wait for this to be over.
The second leg began before his own brain could catch up, his mind caught between Michael’s incessant staring and his agony that was plaguing him relentlessly as long as he could remember. The entirety of the leg, he trailed behind Michael’s Reynard, searching for the perfect moment to pounce and overtake him. I’ll show you who to watch out for. I’ll show you. Upset because everybody but me has someone? You’re delusional.
Only three laps remained and he still had yet to pass the German. Up ahead, Michael’s car wove and swayed, almost as though he were taunting him. All he ever did was taunt and tease. Even his car seemed to flash him that mocking smile.
Enough was enough. I’ll show you, Schumi. I’ll show you-
They turned onto the straight. The final lap came up over the horizon like a new day’s sun, bright and glaring and imminent. Mika’s body rattled in the cockpit, blood pumping profusely and feeling nearly electric in his vessel. He pushed harder on the gas, seeing his opportunity to pass. All he had to do was squeeze in and-
Darting ahead of him, a blur of black tyres and white and blue chassis, Michael dodged right into his path and slowed, leaving the Finn no choice but to rear end the Reynard within a blink, a heartbeat. With a crash and squeal of rubber on asphalt, his race was over. And up ahead, Michael had enough stability to push his car to victory.
It was so horribly unfair, Mika saw red. Miserable tears pricked at his eyes, a marshal ushering him off the track, away from his battered car, down towards the podium where Michael stood atop the tallest platform like a captain at the helm of his ship. It didn’t even matter the grudge he had on Michael. Nothing mattered anymore. He bit the inside of his cheek and caught the winner’s eye, waving at him and offering him a small, meek smile.
And for a moment, he could have been mistaken because the sun was so blinding, but he could have sworn Michael, for once, didn’t return that smile. As though it were painful for him to do so, he tore his gaze from Mika to somewhere else in the crowd.
There were no soul tie reveals at this race so far, which Mika was deeply thankful for. He didn’t know if his heart could take it piled on top of such a cruel loss. So he trudged his way back to the garage, his feet heavy like cinder blocks.
“Mika!”
He ignored his name calling from somewhere behind him. Those tears were relentless and would not back down, glossing his vision again.
“Hey! Mika!”
Hey Mika! Can’t win a championship or a soul tie?
He walked faster, running behind his garage from the photographers and journalists and the world. And he sunk to his knees in the grass, in the strange but comforting silence that lingered behind the paddock, and he shoved his face in his hands. And he let it all come out.
He didn’t remember the last time he cried. It was raw and it hurt, harsh shuddering sobs clawing up his throat. He lost. He made a stupid mistake. Nobody loved him. Michael was mean to him. He cried harder.
Mourning the loss of the win and the loss of the pulsing heartbeat he would never get to feel on his wrist, Mika only felt sorrier and sorrier for himself. But it was safe behind his hands, in the darkness they provided, and he found a small amount of solace in the lonesome of the moment. And he bargained with himself that maybe being alone isn’t so bad, and he could have his freedom to do whatever he pleased, and he could work on his racing and maybe he could pass Michael one day and he hoped so badly that Michael would want to keep racing too and-
His heartbeat.
He felt in in his chest. And in his head. And in his arms and legs.
It pounded and thumped until it flooded his sensations. All around him, beating rhythmically, his heart seemed to come alive. He’d felt it beat strongly in his head before from nervousness or adrenaline while driving but this was a sensation all of its own. And it didn’t come from his head or his chest at all.
It came from his wrist.
Blood running cold and bones freezing solid, he whipped his head up for air to get a good look at the source of the beating. And sure enough, his ticker had pulsated, matching with his heartbeat, flooding his body with the rhythm. And he looked beyond his wrist, at the figure sitting in front of him at eye level-
Michael wore the very same expression that matched his furor of emotion. Eyes huge, darting all over the place from his own wrist to Mika’s as their uniform heartbeat drummed in the atmosphere. It surrounded them like a hug, almost pulling them closer as though they were magnets, as though pulling away would simply cause the world to explode.
“This isn’t possible,” Mika’s voice didn’t even sound as though it belonged to him, muffled and far away and lost within the incessant beating. “You hate me. You’re nothing but awful to me.”
It really is broken. In the mess and confusion of it all, a second round of tears sprung to his eyes as Michael’s expression softened to something unfamiliar and … hurt.
“Is this your way of getting back at me? You think this is funny?” Anger tinged the foreground of his tone. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”
He began to cry all over again, stuck between staying put and running off somewhere nobody would be able to find him. This truly was cruel. It was so cruel but somewhere in Mika’s befuddled mind it made perfect sense. It didn’t make any sense. But it was harmonious. It sang to him. He thought he was going to combust.
He sprang to his feet, Michael mirroring the movement. And before he could make a break for the paddock, Michael, as though he knew exactly where his head was going, grabbed his arm. Stars were born and died in his body on contact, as Michael pulled him in closer, closer. And all of a sudden he was wrapped in all the warmth in the world and he felt like a star himself.
“Please, Häkä-“ the German choked, his hand jumping from Mika’s forearm to his wrist, his touch impossibly gentle. “I feel it too. I’m not- It’s not a joke. Please just listen to me-“
All Mika could do was stare, hating how much he loved the sweetness in the hold Michael had him in. He trembled, a mess of tears and bewilderment, but he listened.
“I’m sorry. For everything I’ve done.” Soft sincerity trickled in his tone. Mika froze, unable to pull his eyes off Michael’s equally distraught face. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry for treating you lesser than. I’m sorry for making you cry-“ his breath hitched. “-I hate that I made you cry-“
Ironically, it only made Mika cry harder. Michael shook his head, a pained, pitying little sound leaving his lips.
“Can I-“
Mika didn’t even let him finish. He collapsed against his rival’s chest, burying his face in the crook of his neck and holding him so tight as though he’d disappear from his grasp if he didn’t hold on tight enough. And Michael held him back. He held him as though his life depended on it. As though he’d slip through his fingers. And they stayed like that for a long while, the setting sun bathing them in warmth, glinting off Michael’s trophy sitting between their feet.
It wasn’t a pretty girl in the crowd. It wasn’t someone he’d met in a cafe. Or in an airport. Or in a restaurant. Or on the sidewalk. Or even back home.
But somehow, he was home.
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magnoliacharmed · 1 year
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Golden Boy
18+, Shawn Michaels x Billy Gunn one shot 
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 5054
Tags: Angst with a happy ending, self esteem issues, implied drug use, blow jobs, masturbation, condomless sex, praise kink (guess who has it. just guess.)
Summary:
Shawn Michaels' conflicting feelings for Billy Gunn are making his life a lot more difficult.
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Looking briefly into Billy's gray-blue eyes earlier, Shawn had felt like the light was breaking through the angry storm clouds. He finally felt the warmth he'd been missing.
Author’s note:
also starring d-generation x!
shawn confirmed a bottom from his "my middle name is 'top this'!" promo. i don't make the rules
suspend your disbelief and pretend that shawn didn't take that break for a few years in the late 90s/early 00s! haha i didn't know how to reconcile that.
There was something about Billy Gunn that everyone loved. He was just a nice fucking guy. His smile was sincere, his laugh never mocking, his energy fun. The worst part about it all was that he never had to try to be that man. He just was. Nobody had a bad word to say about Gunn.
It drove Shawn insane.
So what, he was "nice"? Anybody could pretend to be nice. Shawn had managed just fine at it for years now. He was likable enough. Ever since Billy joined D-Generation X though, Shawn's facade began to crack. Fake, fake, fake. Shawn couldn't even look in a mirror at himself without picking at all his flaws. He wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination. But his hard lifestyle was going to catch up with him soon enough if he didn't slow down. When he got sick of his own face screwing up at itself, he'd lay in the dark and replay the day's events. He'd be flying high when Hunter and X-Pac nodded away at everything he said, chuckling at his jokes. The sounds would echo through the hall for everyone to hear. Eat that, Billy. You may be in the crew, but you'll never be a part of it.
Then Billy would make an offhand comment and the whole locker room would double over in pain from laughing so hard. Chyna's smile stretched from ear to ear whenever Gunn was around her. Road Dogg stuck by his side like a pathetic leech. They acted like the sun shined out of his ass.
Shawn's eyes burned in his sockets. The pain didn't even bother him any more. The muscles in jaw were shot to hell from mashing on his gum. The mint flavoring was giving him a stomach ache, flips and turns bounding around in his lower body. The acid felt like it was burning him from inside out. It was the gum. A shitty brand he didn't usually choose. That's all they had at the local gas station so he was stuck. Yes, it was definitely that and not the image of Billy standing near him in the mirror pulling his white-blond hair into a ponytail. He was chewing gum too, the muscles in his neck moving below his skin hypnotically. Shawn was 99% sure his eye twitched at the sight of it.
"Shawn… Shawn. You okay?"
Very suddenly, Gunn was face to face with Shawn. He cocked his head to the side like a puppy, the curls of his ponytail following the movement. There was concern painted on his face plainly. Shawn hated how the taller man could wear his heart on his sleeve like that. It'd been a long, long time since he could be so open. A wicked thought passed through his head, that one day Billy too would go through the same pain as him. One day he wouldn't be so happy-go-lucky. It happens to everyone. At least, that's what Shawn had to tell himself over the years.
"What? I'm fine, man."
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure. You were staring into the distance."
"Thanks." Shawn's voice was clipped. Get the fuck out of my face.
Billy couldn't seem to catch the hint. He instead leaned down to reach into his duffel bag, the smooth, tanned skin of his back shining under the harsh backstage lighting. Shawn had to shut his eyes at the sight of it.
Billy rose up with a pack of gum resting in his hand. It was Shawn's favorite brand. The bright red of the packaging signified that it was his favorite flavor too, cinnamon. The smell of it wafting off the pack and from Billy was beginning to be too much.
"Do you wanna trade? I hate cinnamon, but it's all the liquor store had left. I wanted spearmint."
Shawn dug into the pocket of his slacks for the gum. He was happy to get it off his hands. Maybe his jaw would stop hurting so bad once he got the new--
Something that felt like hot lava and the brightest strike of lightning zipped through Shawn's heart. It struck his brain and flowed down to his cock in a millisecond. The little voices in his head-- the mean one, the self-loathing one, the needy one-- all ceased.
Shawn's pupils dropped to focus on his fingers. They were… touching Billy's. While they were handing off the gum. Touching. Still.
Billy took the spearmint gum from Shawn gently. The rest of the world blurred around Gunn's figure while Shawn watched him unwrap a new piece. Billy raised the shiny silver wrapper to his lips to press his tongue, the tip of it covered in the pinkish wad of cinnamon gum, to the surface of it. Billy's tongue was at half speed as it moved back into his mouth. Like he was teasing Shawn. Wait, was he? A new piece was in his mouth now.
Shawn was pretty sure the blue was going to drain right out of his irises if he stood there straining himself any further. With no words, not even a thanks, he walked away from Billy squeezing the cinnamon gum in his fist.
Shawn could barely speak for the rest of the day. Hunter and Chyna whispered to each other about him. He didn't appreciate their lack of discretion about it. They were really loud. Might as well have just said out loud, "Shawn, what's your problem?" It's not like it was the first time he had an attitude. More often than not recently, he always had an attitude. Nobody could figure out why, so they made stuff up. The obvious rumors around the locker room were his drug problems. Yeah, okay, maybe. He had to start taking more and more Soma for it to actually work and he was incredibly irritable when he didn't have enough. It was better for them to think that he was a junkie.
In reality, it didn't have much to do with the drugs at all. The world around him was changing a lot faster than he realized. The new millennium was approaching in a flash. What did he have to show for it? The belts he'd won were nice. The media attention fueled his inflated ego. His friends had his back no matter how shitty of a person he could be. For Shawn, it was never enough. Nothing was ever enough for him. Until earlier.
The way Billy had looked at him lit something up that had been dormant for a long while. It made Shawn's head pound. Out of all the people in the whole world, it had to be Billy Gunn. Annoying, frustratingly charming, perfectly sculpted, Billy Gunn.
WWF's golden retriever of a man was no longer well pampered and doted on. Ever since Shawn's drug problem had gotten worse, McMahon punished him. He pushed him out into the street and let him fend for himself like a stray. The rain kept pouring down on him and he didn't know how to make it stop. Looking briefly into Billy's gray-blue eyes earlier, Shawn had felt like the light was breaking through the angry storm clouds. He finally felt the warmth he'd been missing. This time it felt real. This wasn't the warmth he got from McMahon, a heat lamp sort of warmth that could be switched off any time. This was the sun.
Hot tears pricked in the corners of Shawn's eyes. This was too much all at once. Thank God he could finally be alone in his hotel room. Looking into the hotel mirror he expected those self-conscious feelings to darken his features again. Instead though, his wet lashes blinked in awe at himself. There was hope. Hope…
Shawn frantically grabbed through his pockets to search for his gum. He threw his keys, wallet, pills, and jewelry out onto the bed with worry. Where was it? It was just there. He squinted at his wallet on his bed, the red pack hiding behind it. Shawn took out two pieces of it and began to chew like his life depended on it. For the first time in his life, he actually wished it was spearmint. Just so he could know how Billy's tongue tasted. The memory of Gunn's pressing his gum against his wrapper kept playing in Shawn's mind. It was so pink.
Blood rushed to Shawn's dick again. Conflicting feelings of hate, inadequacy, and lust ping-ponged in his brain. With how hard he was, he had to admit that Billy got him going in the worst way. Fine. Now he could move on from that. As if Billy would want him anyways. Even if he did, Billy wouldn't be able to handle him. That "sexy boy" stuff wasn't just for the cute little song. The one thing Shawn never lost his confidence in were his skills in bed. No matter who he was with, men or women, or if he was on top or bottom he blew everyone's mind. Whatever to the fact that it wasn't enough to make them stay. They'd never forget him and that was more important.
Shawn began to palm himself through his pants, his eyes fluttering closed and his head falling back. He tried to make the image of Billy on his knees in front of him work, but it just wasn't coming to fruition. The pieces seemed to click together when the roles were reversed. Shawn's dishwater blond hair fell out of his face as he looked up into Billy's eyes while his tongue swirled around his cock. Billy's fingers smoothed along Shawn's hair with every lick and he smiled at the man below him in that same sincere way Shawn loved. Loved to hate, of course.
The Billy of Shawn's mind was so infuriatingly gentle. He was used to the rough stuff. Sometimes that was exactly what he wanted, but other times he wished he got to be treated a little nicer. Everyone was so used to his reputation that he didn't know how to express that without looking weak. But Gunn just knew. Billy placed his hands on either side of Shawn's face, never once breaking eye contact with him. Even when Shawn took Billy's cock down his throat Billy tried his hardest not to blink.
"You're so good, Shawn. My good boy. So beautiful…"
With that, Shawn came in his pants. He thought he was going to collapse on the floor with the way his knees buckled. Falling on the bed in front him, Shawn didn't even care that his keys were poking into his stomach or that he was uncomfortably sticky. The warmth was shining down on him.
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A week later, Shawn still couldn't get Billy out of his mind. Whenever they were on TV together he acted as normal as possible. Even when he was around all of DX at a bar or restaurant he could keep it together. Being alone with Billy was a no go. He blamed his recent up and down mood on trying to quit Soma, which everyone was surprised at. That made him feel both awful and proud of himself. No one thought he could do it. One day he really would prove that he could.
Billy was trying his best to reach out to Shawn. He was so guarded beneath that playboy exterior. Talking to the other wrestlers, the only ones who seemed to really understand why were Chyna and Hunter. They didn't go into detail but did mention that Shawn had been hurt in the past. Billy couldn't understand who would want to hurt him. Despite him having the tendency to be a huge asshole at times, there was a lot of good about Shawn. Billy liked the little flashes of Shawn's sweet personality. He appreciated how he put his all into selling it when he was in the ring. There was an it-factor about Shawn that Billy wished he had. In Billy's night sky, Shawn was the brightest and biggest star.
It was pure luck that Shawn's favorite flavor was cinnamon. He thanked every deity he could when Shawn agreed to trade flavors. With the way Shawn had been staring at him he thought that as soon as he approached him, the shorter man would knock him out. Shawn instead maintained his tightly wound demeanor, barely speaking or moving. When their fingers touched Billy was ready to grab Shawn right there. He could tell that it made Shawn feel something. He made Shawn feel something. It was confirmed when Shawn left in a rush.
Since that moment Billy hadn't been able to break through again. Whenever he tried to speak to Shawn someone interrupted the conversation. The tight little shorts he wore into the ring were doing him no favors. Every time he was around Shawn he got so hard it hurt. It was difficult to distract himself with anything besides the thought of making Shawn say his name.
Billy was shaken out of his dilemma ridden thoughts by X-Pac.
"Hey, you going out tonight with us to the bar? We're on match two of the best three out of five drinking contest, me and Hunter."
Billy laughed out loud at this. "You and Hunter? Good luck. You'll get alcohol poisoning before you win against him."
"You think so? I won a couple nights ago." Pac raised his hand up to his chin and rubbed it in deep thought. This was obviously a big source of pride for him.
"As much as I'd like to see that, I'm staying in tonight. I'm feeling a little worn out."
Pac shrugged, then patted Billy's shoulder sympathetically. "Hope you feel better, Billy. If you change your mind, we'll be downtown. We're gonna bar crawl. Page me and I'll let you know where we're at."
Billy shook his head idly while Pac walked away. He blew loose strands of his hair out of his face in frustration. There was no way he could spend another night out with Shawn pretending like he didn't have feelings for the man. Especially if both of them got drunk. He'd rather sulk alone in his room if that was the prospect. If he couldn't have Shawn sober and present when they were together, he couldn't be with him.
Shawn walked down the hallway with a lost look on his face. His own thoughts were a little jumbled up. Chyna had invited him out to the drinking contest too, jokingly begging him to come so she wouldn't have to deal with taking care of a sloshed Hunter all by herself. He turned her down with a whisper. She hugged Shawn tight and squeezed his hand.
"You can talk to me about anything, you know that right?"
Shawn sighed and nodded his head. "I know. One day I'll tell you all about it."
After that conversation, Shawn walked around the arena in confusion. He was so antsy over the last few days. It'd been a solid month since he'd had a good match. The lack of physical contact was making him feel funny. What did he have to do to prove to McMahon that he'd be in good enough shape to get back in the squared circle and be the WWF champion?
Shawn smacked right into Gunn's oiled up chest. He shook his head, his hair flying around him in soft waves. That's all it took for Billy's shorts to get tight again.
Shawn muttered out a raspy "sorry" at Billy. He was too mentally exhausted to exert any outward feelings of hate towards him. They simmered now instead of burned, the coals in Shawn's stomach finally giving out. He still strongly disliked the man, the bright sun in everyone's sky.
"That's okay. How are you?"
"I'm… fine. Why do you care?"
"You've been looking a little down lately. I'd hate for anyone in the group to be feeling bad."
So caring. There was no way anyone could actually be this good of a person. No fucking way. Shawn knew how awful people could get.
"Yeah, I'm good."
The pair stood there awkwardly. They had managed to find the one empty hallway in the whole stadium, so there was no reason to escape. Billy was the first to break the extending silence.
"You going out tonight with the rest of them? Hunter and Pac are having a drinking contest."
For the first time all day Shawn cracked a smile. "I was there the other night when Pac won. Between you and me, he cheated. He ate a big meal before going out and Hunter didn't get the chance to."
"Not surprised. As small as he is, he's not beating anyone fair."
The two men laughed at the harmless ribbing. Billy was on top of the world at Shawn's thousand watt smile. The taller man had a soft look in his eyes that made Shawn feel fuzzy.
"I'm staying in my room tonight though. Kinda tired, you know how it is."
"Definitely. I'm actually gonna stay in too."
Shawn hummed. Billy was so easy. This had to be fate. If he invited Billy to his room, they could fuck each other's brains out and Shawn could get over this weird little hate-crush he had on him. Perfect.
"Well… if you get bored, stop by my room. I'm in 1724." Shawn had that sparkle in his eyes he got whenever he was being a flirt. He dropped his eyes down to Billy's crotch, then to put the cherry on top he winked up at him playfully. Billy's mouth fell open in shock. This was really happening.
"Alright. I might take you up on that."
Might, Shawn scoffed internally.
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Shawn wasn't nervous. Why the fuck would he be nervous about someone who calls himself Mr. Ass?
He was pacing around his hotel room because he hadn't taken any Soma in a few hours. And he was hungry. And he was trying to break in his new shoes. Not because of Billy.
As soon as he knocked on the door, Shawn ran over to open it. He looked up at Billy in his casual clothes and wanted to sigh. Shawn knew handsome. He knew it because he looked at it in the mirror everyday. But Billy was a different kind of handsome. To Shawn, Billy was football quarterback hot and just as sweet and oblivious as one. Billy probably would have laughed at hearing that. Shawn wracked his mind to figure out how to tell him.
Although Billy had been enjoying Shawn's suit jackets and dress shirts, he did miss the colorful tights Shawn used to wear into the ring. Billy was on another planet when Shawn did a little strip tease on TV wearing his black ones, his cock leaking right into his pants. It had morphed into a fantasy for Billy. He couldn't even count how many times he got off to Shawn dancing in front of him that same way.
"You actually came."
"Yeah. You thought I wouldn't?"
Shawn shrugged. Whether he did or didn't, whatever. He didn't care. Now what? Shawn figured he might as well leap right into the fire.
"I saw how hard you were for me earlier. You really are a big guy."
Billy's cheeks immediately reddened. Those stupid shorts finally got him in trouble. He didn't know what to say as Shawn inched closer to him.
The crystal blue of Shawn's eyes glittered in the low lighting. "You hard for me right now?" Shawn's hand reached out to rub at Billy.
A groan got caught in Billy's throat. "Ah-- you know I am."
"I know you are, baby."
Shawn moved his hands back to his body to unbutton his shirt. He took his sweet time, reveling in Billy's hungry looks at him. Billy's eyes threatened to pop right out of his head at seeing the smattering of light brown hair on Shawn's chest and stomach.
"Get on your knees." Billy could barely get the words out. Shawn complied, his fantasy from the previous week playing out perfectly. Deep down within him he hoped that Billy would be just as gentle with him.
Billy's dick sprang forward at Shawn. He felt his eyes cross at the length of it. Geez, he knew he'd be big but not like this. It was leaking onto the carpet. Shawn's mind twisted at how aroused he made Billy. With a kiss at the tip of him, Billy's moan filled the room. That was exactly what Shawn needed to hear. The inside of Shawn's mouth was so hot it was verging on being uncomfortable. He'd only put the tip in so far but he was sucking at it with force, hollowing his cheeks around him.
There was no way Billy was going to be able to stand the whole time. He collapsed on the bed, forcing himself to sit up to watch Shawn crawl over to him. He smiled at the smaller man like he had just gotten done running a marathon. It made Shawn's heart beat out of his chest. He swirled his tongue around the underside of Billy's cock as he swallowed him down. He wanted to hear him come undone above him. Billy's chest puffed in and out every time his dick touched the back of Shawn's throat.
"Shawn, fuck. You're so pretty."
The pads of Billy's thumbs ran along Shawn's cheekbones. It was too intimate. Shawn gagged and hummed around the length of Billy in an attempt to get him to stop. Billy moved his hands to play in Shawn's hair. Everyone always wanted to grab and pull it when he was giving them oral. It wasn't his favorite thing, but it was another part of putting on the show. Shawn's eye twitched when Billy didn't grab but instead kept smoothing it and massaging at his scalp. Too nice, too nice, too nice--
Billy suddenly pulled out of Shawn's mouth and raised the smaller man up to pull him on top.
"Off… take your pants off…"
Billy fumbled at Shawn's zipper and thrust his slacks down. Shawn pulled them the rest of the way down in a fog. He was realizing this was not going to be the quick, one-track minded fumbling he thought it would be. Billy wanted him. All of him. Billy kissed Shawn's neck then moved up to plant little kisses all over his face. He pressed his lips against Shawn's and was shocked when he jerked his head away.
"That's okay, that's okay. I won't do it again. Only if you want me to." Billy breathed.
He flipped Shawn over onto his back and raised up onto his knees to take his shirt off. Shawn was pretty sure Billy was a Greek god who was living out his days on Earth because he was bored in Olympus. That could be the only explanation why Billy made Shawn feel so heady and intoxicated at something as simple as a shirt being taken off. Billy sure felt like a god with the way Shawn blinked at him while he did it.
"There's lube on my bathroom counter." Shawn pointed into the other room.
Billy tried not to short circuit as he raised off the bed to go into the bathroom. He almost tripped over himself returning to Shawn, fumbling with the lid of the container. Shawn so badly wanted to laugh at him, but it was kind of sweet to see how excited he was.  Billy squeezed some out into his hand and began to stroke himself on his knees above Shawn. He shut his eyes and twisted his hand around his cock trying to mentally prepare himself for what was next. Shawn took the opportunity to readjust himself by getting on all fours even though he'd miss the view. Billy was probably wanting to look in his eyes and kiss him and all that mushy stuff that Shawn just couldn't handle. Not yet.
Just as Shawn expected, he was unsurprised when Billy said "I wanted to see your face." Too bad, Gunn. I'm running the show here. Shawn arched up at him in apology.
"This is a nice view too, though." Shawn felt the weight of the bed shift below him as Billy leaned down to kiss the tattoo on his ass. He was so… sentimental. Why wouldn't he just fuck him and leave like everyone else?
Shawn pushed those thoughts out of his mind when Billy's finger began to slick against his hole. He could hear Billy muttering above him but couldn't quite make it out. Soon his finger was replaced by the tip of Billy's cock, so warm that it felt hot. Shawn took a deep breath as Billy slowly pushed inside of him.
It'd been a while since he'd been fucked by someone so big. Or fucked at all, really. He made a high pitched noise that made Billy stop dead above him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, dammit. Keep going, please," Shawn begged.
Billy gripped Shawn's hips and filled him to the hilt. At that moment, it was like he died and went to heaven. That's what had to be happening here. Shawn was so tight around him he had a hard time thrusting. Once he finally caught the rhythm, he had no problem hitting Shawn's prostate. With every bump against it, Shawn groaned and gripped his fingers into the sheets. His pronounced arch kept falling away, but Shawn was a trooper. Every time he lost it he arched back up and pushed himself against Billy to get him deeper. He caught the bigger man right as he thrusted into him and let out a scream he was sure the room next to him could hear. Fuck it.
Billy reached down to grab Shawn's cock. It was twitching below him and looking just as pretty as the rest of him. Billy had dreamed too many times of feeling it in his hand to not start stroking the man the way he stroked himself, slow and twisting. Tears started to stream down Shawn's face at the pleasure. He rubbed his face into the sheets to dry them away. When he raised up again he turned his head around to look at Billy's face and groan his name.
Billy had to stare up at the ceiling. If he looked at Shawn's face or back down at the tattoo for a second longer he was done right then and there, and it wasn't time for that yet. It was close, but he just needed one more thing…He used the little force he had left in his weakening muscles to flip Shawn onto his back. He bared down on the man below him, shaking his hair out and raising one of Shawn's legs up for a better angle. Shawn could barely comprehend what was going on, but he did miss the feeling of Billy's rough hand against his dick.
"I want you to look at me, Shawn. Look at me, please," Billy kissed Shawn's cheek and entered him again.
They were too close! Billy was such a weirdo, but he'd give this weirdo whatever he needed. So Shawn blinked his long lashes at him and stared into his eyes. Billy smiled again. He was slower this time, annoyingly. Shawn knew he was going to come soon. He was getting to the limit himself.
"You're beautiful." Billy kissed Shawn's other cheek.
Shawn shifted below him. He wanted to cry at being called beautiful. He didn't deserve such sweet words from a guy like Billy. How did he see anything good in him? Because he was just that cool of a guy. It made Shawn soften. He didn't dislike Billy. Not at all. He liked him quite a bit. Shawn just didn't like himself. But Billy did. When no one else really liked Shawn, Billy did. He was still nice to him even when he barked back after all this time.
"Kiss me," Shawn whispered.
Before he could even get the last word out, Billy gently pressed his lips against Shawn's. The kiss hastily deepened, tongues swirling around each other like they'd never be able to kiss each other again. Billy lost his breath and had to break it to catch it again. As soon as he saw the completely open and vulnerable look on Shawn's face…
Snap!
Billy pulled out of Shawn just in time to paint his stomach with his come. The sight of it in Shawn's happy trail would be burned into his memory until the end of time. Shawn looked at the mess with awe while Billy began to stroke him again.
"Oh, Shawn. God, you're amazing. You did such a good job for me. You made me feel like I was on top of the world. Now I wanna make you feel good. You deserve it, baby."
Billy removed his hand and placed his mouth around Shawn's cock just as he released. He copied that thing Shawn did when he hollowed his cheeks out, making him almost jolt off the bed. Billy happily swallowed all of Shawn's come and kissed the tip of him before taking his mouth off.
Shawn was completely spent. All he could do was look up at the ceiling and try to make sense of what just happened. Billy managed to climb out of the bed and head to the bathroom to get  a warm, wet towel for Shawn. He shut the door behind him and took a minute to replay everything. It was a blur right now, but he was sure he'd remember every little thing over the next few days.
When Billy exited the bathroom, he returned to see Shawn knocked out. Seeing him like that and knowing he did it was better than winning the belt. He took care to clean Shawn up as carefully as possible to not wake him.
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The next morning, Shawn felt the warmth of the sun surrounding him on all sides. That was strange, he couldn't help but think. He squinted his eyes at the rays beaming through the windows. When he turned away from them, he had the surprise of his life seeing Billy lying beside him in a deep sleep.
He stayed.
No one stayed.
No one except Billy.
Shawn nuzzled against his chest and fell back asleep quickly.
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astrid19202 · 2 years
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Another long one! I hope it’s good ✨
To say he had a crush was an understatement. 
It was practically instant when his eyes landed on you that he was in love. 
It was the first day of junior year, Luke had his head in his locker, dreading the school day like all the others as Michael, Calum and Ashton went on and on about some new student. 
He couldn’t care less; all he wanted was to get through the day and go home. For some reason Luke was picked on since grade school by the same assholes, specifically one who he hated the most which was David Thompson. 
It started from the harsh words to an “accidentally trip”. Then went in to a kick in the ribs or a black eye. It stopped when Luke’s friends transferred to his high school sophomore year. But when you arrived (not that it was your fault) it started up again. All because of David Thompson’s infatuation with you just like all the other poor blokes at school. 
“Hey there she is” 
“Wow she’s hot” 
“Who?” 
“The new girl”
“Luke!” Calum knocked at his shoulder to get his attention, startling him and causing his head to rise and bang into the locker. 
A groan left his lips as he yanked his head out, rubbing the top of his blonde hair as he grunted “What the fuck do you want?”.
“Check out the new girl” Michael pointed his finger in your direction.
“Guys I really don’t care about-“ his breathing stopped right in his throat as he looked at you. His eyes practically bulging out his head when you had looked up from your class schedule.
It was your eyes he noticed first, bright and yet seductive in their own personal way. Curiosity filled them alongside the innocent look you held while brushing your long hair out of your face. 
Then your lips, pouted and pink with an awkward smile plastered over as you waved at the people starring at you, more specifically the boys. 
But that was one of the things he loved about you first, you were so easily kind and acceptable to those around you. You didn’t care that about the boys creepy stares or the whispers of the girls, wondering to befriend you yet or not. You just continued on with grace and minded your business, still a certain warmth radiating you with each step you took further down the hall, right past him.
Even though he doesn’t want to admit it, as you carried on down the hall, he couldn’t help but have his eyes dip down, watching the way your ass swayed in your school uniform skirt. 
“Look at Lukey, he’s whipped already” Ashton laughed and shook a hand through his hair, ruffling it up.
“Shut up” He pushed Ashton’s hand away and turned towards his locker again, a light blush over taking his cheeks as he closed his eyes and shook his head.
But Ashton was right, he was done for. 
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You weren’t considered, “popular” like David and his friends were. But because you were so kind and friendly, everyone knew and adored you just as much. It didn’t help that you were just as beautiful as you were on the inside. 
So unfortunately for Luke, David had sunk his claws of possession into you rather quickly. Threatening that if he ever saw Luke next to you, he’d be done for. So naturally Luke did as told, kept his head down and avoided you as much as he could. It was quite difficult since you were in most of his classes. But it at least gave him the chance to admire you from afar. 
While truthfully Luke fell in love with your personality first, it didn’t take long for the sexual attraction to ignite. Especially with the way that uniform of yours teased him every single day and stayed imbedded in his mind.
You had a habit of biting your lip when you were nervous, something he caught onto quickly when you’d stutter if your math teacher asked you question you didn’t know the answer to.
He’d wonder what it would be like, being able to kiss those soft lips, watching as pretty gasps bled out when you’d cum or say his name. Your ass, gripping onto it as you rode him or let him take you from behind. Your breasts, plump and soft in his hands while he sucked marks into the skin. Then there was your thick thighs, the same ones that flattened beneath your skirt as you sat down and wishing he could bury his face between them, having the luxury of eating away at your-
“Luke Hemmings what is the answer to number 9?” 
Looking up, everyone was starring at him, including you. 
“N-number 9? Yea sorry it’s 52 x minus t” He spoke out and bit onto his lip ring, a habit of his own. 
The room rose of soft giggles as David called him a loser under his breathe making Luke frown. 
But rather than laughing as everyone else had, you glared at David making him mouth a snarky “what?” To you as if he did nothing.
Turning your head you looked at Luke, giving him a small thumbs up and mouthing back “good job” and a subtle wink making him look at you surprised. 
But nearby, David had caught on to the exchange and didn’t like it one bit.
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“I thought” punch
“I told you” punch
“To stay away” kick 
One of David’s friends gripped at his neck, lifting his head up to showcase the sad look in his face. 
Michael, Ashton and Calum had already gone home while Luke stayed back at the library to pick a up book for class. On his way out, David and his buddy’s jumped him before he could even notice. So sadly; he had been out numbered. 
Meanwhile, you had stayed behind to help tutor a friend of yours at the library, another reason Luke sort of lingered around a bit longer than he normally would have. Just to get a glimpse of that smile that made him utterly weak. 
You always parked your car behind the library anyways, so as you walked behind the building to see Luke getting beaten up by David and his friends; it made you sick to your stomach. You never got to speak to Luke, much to your dismay. He was in most of yours classes, and you actually had a crush on him. But every time you thought you might have the chance to get to know him better, it was like he disappeared. Other times it was David or your friends too busy occupying your time that you couldn’t slip away. 
The times you did see him though, like at lunch for example. Seeing him sitting with his friends as they talked and goofed around. Or the way he would smirk about something, a look you didn’t see him do often, but when you did it made you melt. The way he played with the silver rings around his fingers when he was nervous in class. The ruffled blonde hair that you wanted to play and grip between your fingers. His lip ring, wondering how it would feel against you. 
You especially loved his daunting blue eyes.
So now, seeing those lovely eyes of his sad and in pain hurt you just as much.
You didn’t understand what Luke did and was about to intervene until you heard David speak out,
“Enough with this obsession of yours, she doesn’t want you. So stay away from Y/N. This is your final warning”.
With one final punch to the gut, Luke doubled over onto the concrete as he held onto his stomach. You continued to hide behind the brick of the library, watching as David and his friends left; laughing like it was perfectly okay what they did. 
Frowning you walked over to Luke slowly and carefully as he began getting up from the ground.
“Luke?”
Seeing your angelic face made his heart speed up and almost made the beating he received worth it. 
“H-hi y/n, don’t worry about me I’m okay”
He slung his back pack for his shoulder and turned around to walk away before David could show up again.
“Wait, Please just let me help you. I could give you a ride home?”
Even though he shouldn’t have, he nodded anyways. Before he knew it, Luke was sitting on his couch with you sitting on his lap.
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“Fuck!”
“Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s just a little alcohol” You laughed softly as you wiped away the remaining blood from the small cut above his eyebrow. 
Shifting on his lap so you could get closer to the wound, he could smell your perfume and the softness of your hand on his arm to stable yourself. 
It was getting too difficult the position you were in, especially since a few of the buttons on your school shirt were undone. So from this angle, your breasts were peeking out at just the right angle he didn’t even have to peek. 
Holding his hands into tight fists at his sides he tilted his head back to give you better access to his face and tried to avoid the ache of his cock hardening from each second you remained on top of him, silently praying you couldn’t feel anything either. 
But you did.
And you didn’t mind one bit.
While Luke was in his own mind, waiting for you to give him the “okay” that you were done, 
you pushed the first aid kit away from the couch and smiled at him. 
Shifting more in his lap, this time more purposeful, you let your knees dig into the sides of the couch on either side of him and pressed your hips into his grinding lightly.
Shock shot through his body at the feeling and he lifted his head up, seeing a small smirk on your lips before you ducked down and began leaving kisses across his jaw.
“Y-Y/N what are you doing?”
“Luke…I like you…so much” With each word your lips moved further down to his neck, sucking soft marks into his skin as your hips moved at a delicate pace in his lap. 
“Do you like me?” You asked even though you already knew the answer. 
Luke gripped at your thighs in his large hands, watching the flutter of your eyelashes as you looked at him. 
“Of course I do” He grunted as he felt you press further onto the bulge forming in his pants. “But what about David?”
Stopping the movement of your hips slightly causing him to whimper, you looked up at his lovely oceanic eyes. Usually a clear blue appear now dark and lustful as he stared back at you in disbelief of what was happening. You liked him?
Laughing softly you shook your head and sunk down to your knees on the floor.
“Lu, the only person I like and think about when I’m close to cumming is you” You admitted before grasping his thick cock out his pants.
“God damn” He groaned, titling his head back into the couch at the soft touch of your hand pumping him.
“I wanna be all yours Luke, can I be?” You watched at he fell apart as you jerked him off. 
All this time, after relentless days of thinking about you and suffering in silence, the truth revealed he could have had you sooner. And the idea of you thinking about him while touching yourself nearly drove him to the edge.
All those nights of relying on his own hand, fantasy images of you on your knees in front of him just like this. Now was becoming a reality. It felt like a dream. 
Before he could let out another word he felt your mouth wrap around him, sucking the precum that gathered at the head of his cock. The flick of your tongue made his hips stutter, causing his cock to shove deeper into your mouth. 
But instead all it did was make you wetter and instead of pulling away you sunk your mouth deeper onto him, back and forth his cock moved past your lips as your innocent eyes looked up at him. He saw the subtle smile you had made and this made his confidence now begin to grow.
Luke’s grip on your hair tightened, “Fuck you like sucking my dick baby girl?” He said, beginning to take control. Guiding your head up and down as your mouth took him. 
You didn’t even have to say anything, even though you couldn’t with your throat full of him. Not that you were complaining. 
“Mhm” You sounded out as best you could. 
He saw your thighs clench together in your kneeled position and spread his own, beginning to fuck your mouth.
“Such a good girl for me baby, take it just like that” He praised, letting his head fall back again. 
Soft moans and pants left him making you whimper back around his cock. 
He looked so good, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, biting down on lip ring as he ran his other hand through his short blonde curls.
Your eyes glossed over, tears pooling until they begin to spill slightly onto your cheeks while he kept going. 
The ache in your tummy to feel him inside you gathered with every thrust he made past your lips, the desire for him to fuck you like that    growing stronger.
Thankfully Luke felt the same way and let you pull away, “C’mere honey”
Climbing back into his lap, he gripped at your jaw and kissed you harshly. Sucking at your bottom lip you pressed your hips into his as he began ripping your panties down from beneath your skirt and throwing them to the floor. 
His thumb quickly attached to your clit, already swollen as he rubbed circles against you making you whimper and grip his shoulder.
“L-Luke”
His pointer and middle teased at your entrance, gathering the wetness as his silver middle ring grazed your clit making you grind against it slightly.
“You want me to fuck you huh?”
“Y-yes please”
“Words sweetheart, tell me what you want”
“Please, I want you to fuck my pussy Lu” You panted out.
Satisfied with your response, he sucked marks into your neck and over your collarbones while tugging at the bottom of your school shirt.
“Off, now” He demanded. 
Quickly you gathered the edges of your top into your palms and pulled it off. Luke’s hands spread along your back, moving upwards along your spine as he unhooked your bra.
His lip piercing brushed over your right nipple, making it pebble beneath his mouth as he watched you grind against his hand to relieve the sensation between your legs.
“Your so beautiful Y/N, do you even realize how bad I’ve wanted you?” He gripped your breasts with his free hand groping it.
“And these fucking tits always teasing me, it’s like you do it to me on purpose” His tongue began lapping each of your nipples, licking and sucking as your held tilted back. 
Then he started favoring the right one, sucking on it harshly and mumbling into the perky mound.
“Thought about fucking your pretty pussy for months” He confessed as his fingers entered you unexpectedly. 
His digits slipped in and out of your heated core making you whither further in his lap.
Though, it didn’t last long as he removed them causing your eyes to open quickly and watch as he sucked your juices off from his fingers. 
“Mmm you taste as good as I though you would darling”.
Gathering your thighs in his hands Luke stood up. Turning you over, he positioned you on your knees on the couch letting your hands grip at the top of it while your ass displayed in front of him.
“Perfect” He mumbled out and spanked your ass, his rings hitting against it just right leaving a sting behind as you moaned at the feeling and your back arched. 
Looking back you watched as he pulled his own shirt off, his toned body making you bite your bottom lip. Deciding to tease him, you pushed your ass back further and spoke out, 
“Luke, are you gonna fuck me or do I have to go and give David a visit instead?”
Even though he knew you didn’t mean it, the thought pissed him off nonetheless and possessiveness filled his veins.
Grasping your hips in hands, he guided you back towards his pelvis and shoved into you without warning.
Crying out at the feeling, his cock filled you up quickly to the hilt. 
“Your fucking mine Y/N” He swore, answering your question from earlier. 
Gripping your left cheek in his palm as he raised your right leg a little and shoving his hips into your ass, he started fucking you hard.
“Isn’t that right” He spanked you again, jackhammering his cock into you as the couch started rocking slightly while you held on as best you could. 
“Y-yes I’m all yours” You cried out feeling him thrust in and out of you harsher at your words.
Luke titled his head back moaning out himself, the admission of you being all his and only his spurring him on further.
Gathering your hair in his fist, he pulled causing your head to move back, displaying your neck to him with all the marks he had left.
His rhythm was sharp and furious, fucking you absolutely primal as loud noises from you both filled the living room. 
“Suck a slut for my cock, yeah?” 
“Oh my god yes” You moaned out pathetically from your flush lips. 
He groaned watching as you began grinding back against him, taking control a bit and started bouncing back onto his cock.
He was shocked at the way you were able to almost ride his cock from the position he had you in but it turned him more than ever. 
Holding your waist he let you fuck yourself on him, soaking in the submission of the girl that drove him insane. 
The warm wetness of your pussy gripped him as you dug your knees into the couch further and pushed back as best you could. Despite how hot your body felt, your nipples pebbled from the slightly cool air around you. Luke noticed, watching as your breasts bounced in sync with your movements causing him to growl and gather a tit in his hand, pinching and rubbing at your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.
“Tell me you love it” He grunts.
His own words and the way you were working his cock made him feel animalistic.
Taking control again, he pressed you further into the couch as his chest pressed into your back as he held you up, fucking you harder and more quickly. 
“I love your cock Luke” You said immediately, “Fuck I love it so much”.
Pounding into you, he head hung as Luke whimpered to himself. Watching as his cock sunk in and out of you while your ass bounced against his hips, reminding him that he was fucking the most prettiest and nicest girl he and everyone else knew. 
His mind and body relished in pride that he was the luckiest because of it and how every guy would be jealous, including David. Especially when he’d walked into school with you the next day, under his arm with his marks on your skin and your lovely smile looking at him and him only. 
Keeping his thrusts merciless and possessive, he wandered his hand down to your clit making your thighs shake as you cried his name. 
“Luke, Luke!” You panted in harsh breathes, barley hanging on now. Your orgasm was waving right in front of you and held it in his hands, literally.
“I’m gonna fucking fill this cunt of yours Y/N, you want that baby?“ 
“Yes, please daddy fill my pussy please” You whimpered out, not realizing what you said. But he did, and god did that trigger him as the kink was revealed.
“Jesus Christ” Luke whimpered out alongside you, the name you called him making him flush and his hips stutter against you. Your voice echoed in his head as he continued thrusting in and out of you, each thrust harder than the next. Your body now moving back and forth on his cock even harsher than before.
“Your such a good fucking good girl for daddy baby girl, cum for me” He coaxed as he continued rubbing at your clit and fucking your wet core.
Laying your head on the cushion of the couch, you came almost instantly. Closing your eyes and holding the arm of the couch in a tight fist you felt your release spill over as Luke milked you through it.
His thrusts didn’t stop until you lifted your head up again and looked back, making eye contact with him as you egged him on.
“Ugh Luke you fuck me so good, cum inside me babe” The pet name aimed at him making him dig in his nails into the bottom of your waist as he came, throwing his head back and swearing profusely.
“Fucking hell baby, fuck, fuck!” His dick dragged in and out of you as he slowed down, spilling his cum into you as you moaned back to him at the feeling.
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Now upstairs in his bedroom, your hands wandered through Luke’s hair as his head laid on your chest. His hands traced at your sides while you looked down at him. 
“Y/N?”
“Yea Lu?” The nickname made him smile as he lifted his head up and cupped at your jaw, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. He was still in disbelief by you. 
“D-did uhm did you mean it?” He stuttered, now back to slightly shy Luke compared to the dominant one from earlier. But you loved both sides of him just as much as the other.
“Did I mean what?” Your eyebrows furrowed confused.
“That you were mine?” He questioned. 
Was this a one time thing? He hoped not. He really did. But honestly, he would take what he could get. He didn’t care at this point. Now that he had you, he couldn’t imagine letting the taste of your mind and body slip away. 
Smiling, you leaned up and pressed your forehead into his as his baby blue eyes waited nervously. 
“I am all yours Luke, every single bit of me” 
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whysamwhy123 · 5 months
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So, I started writing a dumb crackfic about a bunch of my blorbos attempting to hit on my newest blorbo because it was funny in my head buuuuut turns out I'm not funny enough to bring it to life so I probably ain't gonna finish it. But I don't wanna feel like I completely wasted my time, so I'm just gonna drop the unfinished thing here because I can't seem to make myself continue it. It's a shame because I feel like it would have gotten a little better/funnier after I got the set-up out of the way, I had plans for where this would go, but alas, my brain has failed me yet again. And whatever, this most likely appeals to absolutely no one anyway, so here it is, read at your own risk because it sucks!
Jack was minding his own business before the show, wandering the halls while dicking around his phone, when he spotted Hook, just standing there.
‘’Hey man, what’s up?’’ he said, leaning against the nearest wall, still looking at his phone.
When no response came, Jack looked up. Hook was still as a statue, his eyes focused forward. Did he not hear him?
‘’Hello? Hook?’’
Jack got closer and slowly turned his head in the direction Hook was staring. ‘’What are you looki - whoa!’’
Jack almost dropped his phone when he first caught a glimpse of her. No wonder Hook was staring - she had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever soon. She was fucking gorgeous. The kind of woman that’s so beautiful it feels like she shouldn’t be allowed to exist. Or that you shouldn’t be allowed to look at her, how dare you think yourself worthy! But she was real and she was right there all the way over on the other side of the hallway. She seemed to be checking how she looked in her phone’s camera, adjusting her long blonde hair and examining her makeup as though it wasn’t already perfect. She was perfect. She was wearing this all red ensemble that showed off just how killer her body was. And she was tall too. Long legs.
Jack’s mouth was agape. He knew it wasn’t polite to stare but how could he not?
‘’Jack, buddy,’’ Hook said, not taking his eyes off the beauty across the hall. ‘’I’ve found my next conquest.’’
Jack couldn’t take his eyes off her either. Who could blame them? ‘’Who is that?’’
Hook somehow managed to tear his eyes away from the vision they’ve been blessed to look upon and turned his head to Jack instead. ‘’My next conquest. Weren’t you listening?’’
Jack forced himself to look away - any longer and he was about to start drooling. ‘’No, who is she? What’s her name? I’ve gotta know.’’
‘’You seriously don’t know who she is?’’
The two men whirled around to find Daniel Garcia right next to them.
‘’How long have you been there?’’ Hook asked.
Daniel waved him off, a whatever gesture and then nodded his head in the direction of the unbelievably gorgeous woman. ‘’That’s Mariah May!’’
Hook and Jack blinked at him.
‘’From Stardom?’’
More blinking.
‘’Club Venus? Rose Gold?’’
‘’You’re just saying words at us, man,’’ Hook said.
Daniel gave them a judgemental look. ‘’You guys don’t watch Stardom? For real? Do you not watch any joshi wrestling at all?’’
Jack scratched the back of his neck. Hook gave a half-hearted shrug.
Daniel shook his head. ‘’What’s wrong with you guys? Y’all got no taste. Where else do you find spots to steal?’’
‘’My dad,’’ Hook said.
At the same time, Jack said, ‘’Shawn Michaels, I guess?’’
Daniel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘’I’m surrounded by uncultured swines. Look, she was one of the hottest - literally - free agents in the business. She just signed here, she’s debuting tonight.’’
‘’She’s a wrestler?’’ Hook said. ‘’Damn. Would have been easier if she was a rat.’’
‘’She could be,’’ Daniel said. ‘’You can be a wrestler and a rat at the same time.’’
Hook narrowed his eyes at Daniel. ‘’You would know.’’
Daniel smiled back, completely oblivious. ‘’Yeah, I mean, look at Adam Cole. Or Edge. Or CM Pu -’’ He stopped himself and his eyes went wide in Jack’s direction. A very uncomfortable silence fell over the three of them, one that seemed to last precisely one million years. ‘’...other examples…’’
‘’Alright, enough standing around,’’ Hook said finally. He took his hands out of his hoodie pocket and cracked his knuckles. ‘’I’m going in.’’
Two hands, one from Daniel and one from Jack, shot out and grabbed his hoodie, preventing him from taking a step.
‘’No way,’’ Daniel said.
‘’Nuh uh,’’ Jack added.
Hook glared at the two. ‘’I saw her first.’’
Daniel was aghast. ‘’No, I saw her first! You didn’t know who she was until fifteen seconds ago!’’
‘’That doesn’t count,’’ Hook argued. ‘’I saw her first in the building, so I get first dibs.’’
‘’That’s not fair!’’ Jack whined.
Daniel said, ‘’You don’t understand, man - I’ve been crazy about this girl ever since I first saw her on Stardom World. I’ve been waiting for this moment for months - that could be the love of my life right there!’’
‘’Yeah, well, I wanna fuck her,’’ Hook said, as though that was the most airtight, well-reasoned counterpoint imaginable. ‘’You can fanboy over her all you want after I’m done with her.’’
‘’Hell no! I don’t want your sloppy seconds!’’
‘’If ‘the love of your life’ is sloppy seconds, what does that say about you, huh?’’
Hook and Daniel had been gradually inching closer to each other with each response. They both looked mad, like they were one second away from throwing punches. Jack couldn’t let that happen. Not after last time…
He put a hand on each man’s shoulder and created some distance between them. ‘’Guys, guys, calm down! We don’t need to fight.’’
Clearer heads seemed to prevail, Hook and Daniel shared a nod and then their body language changed, less guarded.
‘’Besides, you’re both wrong,’’ Jack continued. ‘’I should get to approach her first.’’
Hook and Daniel, now suddenly allies, raised an eyebrow each at Jack. ‘’Why?’’ they both asked at the same time.
‘’Because…’’ Jack started. His mind drew a blank. ‘’...I…want to…’’
Now it was Jack’s turn to be blinked at. He wracked his brain - he couldn’t let this opportunity slip away, not when the girl in question was that hot.
‘’Okay, here’s why it should be me! Or, I guess, here’s why it shouldn’t be either of you!’’ He pointed at Daniel. ‘’You hit on girls all the time, while I don’t. So much. So it’s only fair that I got a shot first because, you know, it’s a special occasion.’’ Daniel looked incredulous and opened his mouth to respond but Jack cut him off by pointing at Hook and continuing. ‘’And you! Aren’t you already seeing someone?’’
‘’Uh, no? The fuck you talking about?’’ Hook asked, looking very annoyed at the mere suggestion.
‘’What about that girl you hook up with all the time? The one who’s always texting you? Carly something?’’
Hook rolled his eyes. ‘’Alright, look - technically, I never told Carly we were exclusive. I just…told her a bunch of other stuff and she kinda assumed and I didn’t correct her because I didn’t wanna seem like an asshole. But just because she lets me hit on the regular doesn’t mean I owe her anything - she should understand that. So how is it my fault if she gets mad about something like this?’’
Jack furrowed his brow at his best friend. ‘’You…you don’t seriously think that, right? That’s gross!’’
‘’Nah, that makes perfect sense,’’ Daniel said. ‘’Flawless logic. She’s the one in the wrong, not you.’’
He and Hook shared a quick fistbump. Fuckboy solidarity.
Jack sighed deeply. ‘’See? This is why I should get to shoot my shot first - I won’t treat like her dirt like you two assholes!’’
Daniel looked offended. ‘’I’ll have you know, I’ll treat her like a queen!’’
Hook nodded. ‘’Yeah, same. Unless she doesn’t want me to, you know?’’
Fistbumps all around.
‘’There’s gotta be a way we can decide, fairly, who gets to go first,’’ Jack said. ‘’Some way we can settle this like mature adults. Like men.’’
The three men took a long moment to ponder their predicament and search for an appropriate solution.
Hook glanced down at his fist. ‘’Rock, paper, scissors?’’
‘’Yes,’’ Jack said, emphatically.
Daniel rubbed his hands together. ‘’Alright, how we doing this? Elimination style or triple threat rules?’’
Jack decided to defer to Hook; it was his idea after all.
Hook considered it for a moment. ‘’The usual 3-way match rules. First to score a fall wins.’’
The three of them formed a triangle and each of them placed a fist onto their other palm, ready and waiting. After silently confirming they were all ready through a series of shared nods, Jack took it upon himself to count them down.
‘’Okay, here we go! Rock, paper, scissors, sh -’’
Before he could finish, Jack was shoved back by Daniel, his back colliding with the wall. Daniel then grabbed Hook’s hand, still balled into a fist, and promptly covered it with his own palm, preventing Hook from changing his option and signalling paper-beats-rock.
‘’I win!’’ he announced proudly.
Hook ripped his hand away. ‘’Like hell you do!’’
‘’The fuck was that?!’’ Jack demanded, rubbing his back where it was now sore. ‘’That wasn’t a win, you cheated!’’
Daniel smiled smugly. ‘’No, I didn’t. We said triple threat rules - that means it’s No DQ.’’
A lengthy discussion ensued about what exactly constitutes a disqualification in a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, hollowed by a side tangent about why there aren't disqualifications in a triple threat match. Upon realising that they weren’t going anywhere and were just wasting time, they all agreed to play by elimination rules. Hook was the first fall, picking paper while Jack and Daniel went with scissors. And in the finals, Jack’s paper bested Daniel’s rock. How poetic.
‘’Yes!’’ Jack exclaimed triumphantly. He took a great deal of satisfaction in Hook and Daniel’s sour, dejected expressions.
Jack glanced back over to confirm that Mariah was a) still there and b) hadn’t overheard any of that, which turned out to be true on both counts. She was in the exact same spot as before, still admiring herself in her phone’s camera. Jack could relate.
Jack took a few deep breaths to psyche himself up. ‘’Okay, Jack, you got this. You got this! I know exactly what’ll work here!’’
Hook groaned. ‘’You’re not seriously gonna try that again, are you?’’
‘’I told you, it totally works!’’ Jack said, defiant. ‘’Sometimes.’’
‘’What’s he talking about?’’ Daniel asked.
Hook sighed. ‘’He has this thing he does to try and pick up girls. It’s stupid - he just stands around looking sad and supposedly, a girl will eventually come up to him and ask him what’s wrong.’’
‘’It. Works. Sometimes,’’ Jack insisted.
Daniel considered that. ‘’Huh. Yeah, I can see it. One time, there was this girl who told me I had ‘sad eyes’ and it was half the reason she fucked me. So you might be onto something.’’
With his confidence boosted, Jack took another breath to calm his nerves and headed down the hallway to his target. He willed himself to stay calm, but he grew more nervous with each footstep. The closer he got, the better he could see her. She was even more stunning up close.
When he was near enough, he put on his game face. Which was to say, he put on his best sad puppy dog eyes and leaned against the wall, dejected.
His head was bowed, but he could see Mariah out of the corner of his eye. Unfortunately, she was still distracted by her own reflection. Jack didn’t blame her, but he really needed her to look his way. 
He let out a loud sigh. Nothing. So he sighed louder. Still nothing. The third sigh was so loud and exaggerated, it was almost comical. But it was the one that got the job done. Mariah finally looked up from her phone and found him there. There was a flash of concern on her face and Jack knew his diabolical plan was working.
‘’Excuse me, are you alright? You look really sad!’’
Whoa, she has an English accent? Jack wasn’t expecting that. It took him a couple of seconds to process and actually respond.
‘’Oh, it’s nothing, really. Just one thing after another today, you know?’’
Jack knows this is the part where she asks more questions about why he’s so sad and tries to cheer him up.
Mariah just hummed. ‘’Okay,’’ she said, and then turned her attention back to her phone.
Uh oh. It’s not going according to plan! Jack’s brain scrambled for what to do next. He pushed himself away from the wall and closer to her.
‘’Uh, hey, wait! Uh, I’m Jack!’’ he said, offering his hand out.
She eyed his hand curiously and then reluctantly shook it. Goddammit, why did he try to shake her hand? That’s not romantic, that’s…business-y?
‘’Nice to meet you, I guess,’’ she said. ‘’I’m Mariah May.’’
‘’Yeah, I know who you are,’’ Jack said. He wracked his brain for what it was Daniel said about her back there. ‘’I saw you wrestle in, uh…Venus World?’’
#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write#What can I say? I have a weird desire to write about my blorbos being idiot fuckboys *shrugs*#Uh oh Sam's gotten so bad at this writing shit that they're posting unfinished fic on tumblr#In a desperate attempt to not feel like a complete and utter failure#It's frustrating when a fun idea doesn't turn out to be as fun when you have to actually write it yourself#This happens to me a lot unfortunately#If you actually read this and wondered where it was going -#DG would try next and attempt to impress her with his in-depth knowledge of her Stardom career#But he'd end up failing by making it all about himself and then doing his dance at her which would just creep her out#Then Hook would try by just asking her ''How's your day?'' and then standing there listening to her for a while#And then he'd say ''I really like listening to you.''#And he's like right this is the part where she pounces on me and begs me to fuck her#But it don't happen and Mariah tells him he's not her type#Which prompts Hook to have an existential breakdown due to being rejected by a girl for the first time in his life#And then Toni comes along to see what the fuss is all about and she's like ''Children please let me show you how it's done!''#And then she effortlessly rizzes Mariah in a matter of seconds and the three fuckboys watch on like ''Aw man!''#''Why are the hottest girls always gay?!''#Yeah...it seemed a lot funnier in my head but now I'm reading it back....ouch 😬#I'm thinking it's a good thing I abandoned ship here LOL
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mimimontgomery · 10 months
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𝑴𝒊𝒎𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
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After coming to terms with the fact a certain someone would almost never like her back, Mimi decided to put herself out there. And so with the help of her good friend Ryen, she was headed to the event hall.
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Upon entering she was handed a scorecard and was instructed to go and find a seat.
Soon enough a tall blonde came and sat across from her. The whistle blew signaling the start of the first ‘date’. The guy introduced himself as Michael , he was new to town .. Mimi rated him a 3.
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It was finally the final round. A tallish guy with a blue and red puffball hat plopped down in the seat in front of Mimi. “Hey, I’m Stan, nice to meet you” “Mimi, it’s nice to meet you too Stan!”
Mimi : so what are you interested in?
Stan : I hang out with my friend Kyle a bunch , sometimes I listen to music.. you?
Mimi : oh funny enough I actually work at blacktie- but aside from that I really like Astronomy :))
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Before they knew it , the final whistle went signalling the end.
Stan : well Mimi I really enjoyed speaking to you .. could I maybe get your number..?
Mimi blushed lightly, then scribbled her number down onto a slip of paper and passed it over.
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kris-echeverria · 7 months
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Canciones de mis playlists que llevan en el titulo el nombre de un color.
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Rosa Pastel - Belanova
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ルージュの伝言 (Rouge no Dengon) - Yumi Arai
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A Red Letter Day - Pet Shop Boys
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Strawberry Blond - Mitski
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Piel Canela - Los Panchos ft. Eydie Gormé
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Yellow Submarine - The Beatles
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Greener - Tally Hall La Muralla Verde - Los Enanitos Verdes
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Azul - ZOÉ Blue Monday - New Order In Blue - Declan McKenna La Chica del Bikini Azul - Luis Miguel Mr. Blue Sky - Electric Light Orchestra
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Black Cat - Janet Jackson Black Rainbows - ミラクルミュージカル Black or White - Michael Jackson Black People, White People - Joe Hawley Pretty Fly (for a White Guy) - The Offspring White Ball - ミラクルミュージカル
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La Gente Gris - Mueran Humanos
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Silver Lining - First Aid Kit
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essy2014 · 9 months
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enchanted// L.H
characters: Luke Hemmings & female reader.
warnings: none 😁
(btw it's kinda inspired by the Taylor Swift song enchanted because I was listening to enchanted (Taylor's version) when I got the idea to write this so I did kind of go off of the song script but I think you can kind of tell that it's based off enchanted, also I took direct lyrics from it so all credits to Taylor Swift and her team I had no creativity when it came to that part)
btw heres the links to the prom looks
Megan -https://www.pinterest.com/pin/631911391476706079/
y/n - www.pinterest.com/pin/561120434836769461/
the guys- https://www.pinterest.com/pin/111253053270172608/
(btw lemme know if you want a part 2)
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Luke Hemmings. I hate him. yeah he's hot but I am not about to go admit it. every girl in school likes him and he was your typical 17 year old player. he had dated a pretty good amount of the girls at school,then he would break their heart. why? who knows.
"hey y/n" Michael Clifford said. Michael, Michael, Michael. how do I describe him. huh. annoying.
ever since he found out my mom and his dad went one date back in highschool he thinks me and him are best friends. but he's best friends with Luke, along with Calum hood and Ashton Irwin. Ashton wasn't terrible but I still hate him. I hate all of Luke's little goblins. you know they remind me of the plastics, Luke's Regina, Michael's Karen, Ashton's Gretchen, and well Calum..he's...um... definitely not cady.. but um.. a mix of Karen and Gretchen. besides the point, their annoying players.
"go away micheal" "fine but you'll miss my presents sis" he said as he walked away. "YOU CALLED HER SIS??" I heard Luke yell from down the hall, I just rolled my eyes and walked into first period which you sharded with all 4 plastics. I sat in the back of the class as far away from the teacher as possible. I hate them. and their he was the hot and brutal Luke Hemmings, and he was walking right towards me.he say down next to me and smiled " howdy y/n" he laughed, "what do you want Hemmings" I rolled my eyes. "you'. "excuse me" i couldn't believe my ears. "you." he repeated. "hahaha no .I'm not your little Barbie doll to play with" i stated. "okay, at least eat lunch with me and the guys" he pushed his hand through his blonde hair. "fine. whatever, but don't think anything of it" he sighed "yessss" Luke yelled as he pumped his hand into the air. "Luke Hemmings, do we have a problem " my teacher asked "no." he said "good" they said as they went back to teaching the lesson.
not long enough, it was lunch you walked up to the plastics table and smiled. "come y/n " Luke said as he patted the spot next to him offering it to me . I sat down next to him Calum started smirking, "Luke so you weren't gonna tell us about you and mikes little sis" Calum laughed. "in no way are me and Michael related" I looked Calum dead in the eye. he backed up in his seat a little as if he was scared. "me and y/n aren't dating I just thought it would be nice to have another person here at this table that isn't ugly, because to be honest I can only took at your guys faces for so long" Luke said as he bite into his apple. I giggled under my breath. "not cool man, not cool" Ashton said as he looked up at Luke. so far the plastics weren't as bad as you expected. my phone vibrated the table (because it was sitting on the table) and all the guys looked down at it and read the text I had gotten.
"you and the plastics huh?" the text read it was my best friend Megan. " the plastics" Luke whispered, "mhm" I said as i grabbed my phone to reply to the text. "yes actually" I texted back. Megan walked up to the table as quickly as possible. "y/n, y/n, y/n." she said as she stood at the end of the table "Megan Megan megan." I said confused. "they just announced the date of prom." she squealed "omg!" I said as I jumped up to the table to look at her phone. June 7th. "we need dates asap. Megan smiled , "Megan, you know I don't fall in love, or even try love or dating or anything" I sighed. I never have been involved with love or ever plan on it. Megan on the other hand. all she talks about is love. "y/n pleaseee" Megan begged. I frowned. I hated letting Megan down. "Megan if y/n doesn't want those fairy tale dream you want that's fine just let her be" Luke said. me, Megan, Calums, Michaels, and Ashtons, head all turned to Luke. "what" he asked. "nothing" Calum said . the bell rang and we all walked to our separate classes. the next few days me and Megan ignored the plastics and she gushed about prom. On Monday of the next week the plastics walked right up to me and Megan "hey Megan," Ashton smiled "hey Ashton " Megan blushed, she has always liked Ashton even when dating other guys. "do you um wanna go to prom with me" he asked "omg yes" she screamed and jumped into his arms. I sighed. it's not I didn't necessarily want love. but I thought I could never find it. no one's ever liked me like they've liked Megan before and that was what I expected, I wanted a relationship like Megan is always in. good, loyal, true. every spil up and went to their classes. a few days later me and Megan went dress shopping. she picked out a hot pink tight long tight , I ended up getting a long purple dress, I love it. within a few weeks it was prom. everyone had dated except me, Calum, Michael, and Luke.
Me and Megan arrived at prom together and Megan and Ashton went straight to the dance floor. I walked over to Michael, Calum and Luke over at a table they have claimed. "well looks like my best friend ditched me, so I'm stuck with you guys" I said. Luke looked over at me and his jaw dropped "y/n, you look gorgeous, god gorgeous is an under statement." he said as he stood up and looked up and down and me. " thanks luke. you look fantastic yourself" I blushed , "me and Mike are gonna hit the floor" Calum yelled over the music which seemed to be something by Katy Perry. not my fav. "k" Luke said not taking his eyes off me. Luke walked over to me. "so what's your plans for the night." he asked "nothing much, just forcing laughter, faking smiles" I sighed looking over at Ashton who was twirling Megan around. "please don't be in love with someone else " Luke mumbled under his breath. "Luke" I said confused "mh" he picked his head up from the ground, "what does that mean" I asked . "y/n I was enchanted to meet you, so please don't be in love with someone" Luke stuttered, "Luke, the only person I'm in love with is you" I blushed, "so then y/n would you be my belated date to prom and my girlfriend" he asked , "yes and yes" I said.
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b-a-n-a-n-a-ss · 2 years
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Movies/shows I will write for
Harry Potter
Narnia
Star wars
My Own Private Idaho
The Outsiders
Titanic
The Breakfast Club
Toy Soldiers
School Ties
It (miniseries & new)
Hidden Figures
The Lost Boys
The Mummy (only the first 2)
Legally Blonde
Heathers
Little Women (old and new)
Stand by me
Karate kid ( 1&2)
Mighty Ducks (2&3)
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Scream 1
The patriot
Anaconda (1997)
Anchorman (the legend of ron burgundy)
Grown ups
Christine (that one Stephan king movie about the possessed car)
What’s Eating Gilbert Grape
Weird science
Edward scissorhands
The sandlot
Newsies
Holes (2003)
Top gun
The black phone
Enola Holmes
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
The Sound of Music
The Night at the Museum (all 3)
Grease
Remember the Titans
The Great Gatsby
Dead Poets society
Miss peregrines home for peculiar children 
Any Madea movie 🤷🏼‍♀️
Pearl Harbor
Shows I will write for
Reign
Grand Army
Gotham
Shameless
Any DC
Any Marvel
MASH
Adam 12
Emergency
Anne with an e
13 reasons why
Euphoria
The Walking Dead
Stranger things
Umbrella academy
Lab rats/elite force
Good luck Charlie
Dog with a blog
Dance moms 🤷🏼‍♀️
NCIS
The office
Chicago fir
Chicago PD
Merlin
Ouran high school host club
Dynasty
Saved by the bell
Full house
Boy meets world
That 70’s show
Bridgerton
Outerbanks
Supernatural
Peaky Blinders
CHiPs
In the heat of the night
Daisy Jones and the Six
The Marvelous Mrs.Masiel
Band of Brothers
1940s-2000s actors:
Frank Sinatra
Marlon Brando
James Dean
Elvis Presley
Red Buttons
Montgomery Clift
Tom Cruise
Jerry Lewis
Gregory Peck
Tony Curtis
Leonardo DeCaprio
Mark Wahlburg
Jeffrey Hunter
Guy Madison
Alain Delon
Sal Mineo
Ricky Nelson
David Nelson
Dean Martin
Matt Dillon
Emilio Estevez
Keanu Reeves
River Phoenix
Rob Lowe
Ralph Mocchio
Anthony Michael Hall
Wil Wheaton
Sean Astin
Ryan Gosling
Ryan Reynolds
Paul Rudd
Victor Garber
Peter Lawford
Joey Bishop
Disney men:
Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid)
Prince Philip (Sleeping Beauty)
Prince naveen (Princess and the Frog)
Prince Charming (Cinderella)
Flynn Ryder (Rapunzel)
Li Shang (Mulan)
Aladdin (Aladdin)
Kocoum (Pocahontas)
Phoebus (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Clopin Trouillefou (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Jafar (Aladdin)
Facilier (Princess and the Frog)
Claude Frollo (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
Also will write for:
Various Celebrities
Rock stars (like from 60s-200s)!
Famous Vintage men (like nikola Tesla)
Presidents
Royal men (Russia, France, Great Britain,(starting at 1300s until now))
Football/baseball/basketball players
Figure skaters (Ilia Malinin and Valiery Angelpol)
This is my full list, i will add onto it when I start finding and thinking about new shows to write for. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you have some please don't be shy!!
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Movie Review | Revenge of the Nerds II: Nerds in Paradise (Roth, 1987)
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This review contains mild spoilers.
With most movies about characters in high school or college, it’s sort of a given that the actors will look a lot older than the characters they’re supposed to be playing. Movies like Sixteen Candles and The Breakfast Club stand out all the more for having actual teenagers in Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall playing the part of teenage characters. I’m not entirely complaining, as a lot of the horseplay (in the general unruly behaviour sense, not the Emmanuelle in America sense) are not things you’d want to see actual teenagers partaking in. And that age-inappropriate casting can work well in some cases. In this movie, Donald Gibb’s Ogre is obviously not the brightest bulb and is probably taking longer to get through his credits than the average student, so Gibb’s age works in his character’s favour. And Robert Carradine’s age nicely accents his character’s fundamental dorkiness. But then you have the head of the evil Alpha Beta fraternity played by Bradley Whitford, who is supposed to be this hunky, clean-cut all-American type, but let’s just say that age has not been kind to him. (I assume he would have voted for Reagan a third time if he could.) His hairline compares unfavourably to the magnificent coiffure sported by Ted McGinley in the original Revenge of the Nerds, and it’s hard to believe that the other Alpha Betas, who are characterized by their cruelty, actually look up to him and aren’t instead cracking jokes about his overdue midlife crisis.
The plot here restages the age-old snobs vs. slobs conflict of the original, but on a national scale. The boys from Lambda Lambda Lambda (but sadly not the ladies from Omega Mu) are invited to a national fraternity convention in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I have never been in a fraternity, but what I’ve learned from movies is that it’s just a bunch of guys getting together to paddle each others’ asses, so I assume a national fraternity convention offers an opportunity to paddle asses across state lines. Hey, I have nothing against ass-paddling, but I’d appreciate if those doing the paddling would be nicer about it. And this is a kindler, gentler Revenge of the Nerds, saddled with a PG-13 rating instead of an R, meaning that while it gets in a few racy jokes and ogling gazes, it thankfully avoids the outright sex crimes of the original movie. (The raunchiest this gets is in the name of the motel the boys stay at, the Hotel Corral Essex, which with a few malfunctioning letters in the neon sign gets a lot more enticing.) Miraculously, the boys learn to see the hot blonde here as an actual person. She’s played here by Courtney Thorne-Smith, a few years before her appearance in the Carrot Top vehicle Box Office Poison (R.I.P. Norm Macdonald), and is generally an agreeable presence although I wish the movie gave her more to do aside from the occasional flashes that she might secretly be a nerd deep down. She compares unfavourably to the sweet female nerd played by Michelle Meyrink in the original movie. The movie seems unsure whether to position her as a love interest or one of the nerds, seemingly forgetting that Carradine’s character had a girlfriend at the end of the first movie (the less said about the circumstances under which they met, the better).
Aside from that, you get the returning cast doing weaker versions of the shtick they did in the original. Anthony Edwards only appears for a few minutes (apparently he wasn’t excited about appearing in this and used his paycheque to buy a new pool), although his sincerity is sorely missed, as the movie lacks the heart he was able to give the original (when it wasn’t busy celebrating sex crimes). Curtis Armstrong’s Booger gets to be unhygienic and obnoxious, although he finds a new mentor in a wise old bum played by the great James Hong, who teaches him the art of hocking a loogie. Timothy Busfield’s Poindexter says smart things and walks into stuff. Andrew Cassese is no longer four feet tall, so the movie doesn’t know how to handle him. Larry B. Scott’s Lamar Latrell’s flamboyant homosexuality is toned down (you get a quick shot of a magazine in his luggage and some fashion choices, but that’s about it), although he steps up in other ways, including taking the lead again in the musical number. (Apparently Scott also choreographed the scene as well.) To be honest, it lacks the pure joyousness of the performance in the original (switching the synth pop and electric violin for generic late ‘80s hip hop), and is also less pleasurable to watch (opting for closer low angle shots that don’t let you savour the proceedings the same way), although you do get Carradine channeling David Byrne on the poster of True Stories with his gaudy cowboy outfit.
This is one case where the movie isn’t exactly hitting the same beats as the original. The song and dance in the original was the climax, but it comes earlier in this movie. The real climax involves the boys, Gibb and Thorne-Smith getting stranded on a desert island. Their rescue comes at the hands of munitions hidden by anti-Castro Cubans ahead of the Bay of Pigs invasion, and our heroes make their gallant return to the convention decked out in full military gear. Do they violently execute the Alpha Betas and install a new nerd junta to control all the fraternities in the free world? I won’t reveal the answer, but like I said, this is a kindler, gentler Revenge of the Nerds.
I dunno, this is obviously not very good, but if you like hanging out with the boys enough, this isn’t unpleasant to sit through.
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Various WWF, WCW and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Worth It"
You've had sex with a LOT of men, and 70% of those men you've had sex with were famous professional wrestlers.
You've arguably had more wrestlers inside of you than Madison Square Garden and Wrestlemania.
But looking back at all the male professional wrestlers you've had sex with, was it worth having sex with some of them?
It definitely was worth it having sex with Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage before he cut his hair, late 90's and early 2000's Shawn Michaels, 90's Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmlsey (and Triple H in late 2002 and throughout 2003, as well as early 2004), Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Jim Powers from WCW, Michael Shane (Shawn Michaels' cousin) and Brian Kendrick.
Even though Shawn Michaels, Scott Hall and Hunter Hearst Helmlsey/Triple H were assholes sometimes, they were sexy AF, and they eventually regretted doing some of the terrible things they've done.
Although, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H in the 1990's had a bit of a pinchface, but he was still sexy AF.
Then there are the ones you're skeptical about whether or not if you should've had sex with them or not.
Like Val Venis.
Val actually was pretty sexy in the late 1990's, even if he might have a rather big nose.
Billy Gunn was the hot one in the New Age Outlaws,  but was it worth it to have him in those gangbangs you had with him?
You wanted your gangbangs to be perfect and have only hot guys fucking you in your gangbangs to be perfect.
Though, Billy is pretty handsome.
He's the one in the New Age Outlaws you always stare at, not Road Dogg.
Test was pretty sexy before he cut his hair, though you wonder what he'd look like without facial hair.
Raven from ECW and WCW was pretty damn sexy, even if he was a jerk in real life sometimes, although you unfortunately didn't get to have much sex with him when he looked his best in the 1990's, which was his heyday.
However, you did it with Raven at the end of the year 2000 after he shaved that hideous handlebar moustache, as well as fucked him in 2002 when he had those blond braids.
Even though Raven's looks improved when he shaved his handlebar moustache off and had those braids and kilts in 2002, he still didn't look as good as he looked in the 1990's.
One wrestler you find rather attractive that others don't is Brian Pillman when he started playing the manic madman in ECW and the WWF.
Even though Brian looked like crap sometimes in 1997 when his hair was wet, he was kind of hot, even when he played a psychotic lunatic.
Spike Dudley was one of the only Dudley Boyz/Brothers you think is cute, in fact, Spike is probably the best looking Dudley Boy/Brother, especially in the early 2000's when he didn't have facial hair.
Thurman Plugg/Bob Holly might have a huge overbite, but he was kind of handsome.
Even Torrie Wilson in 2002 said Bob Holly is a hunk.
Leif Cassidy---not to be confused with 70's teen heartthrobs Leif Garrett and David and Shaun Cassidy--was pretty cute before he grew that pointless, unnecessary handlebar moustache despite that he was still playing some dorky goofball obsessed with 70's bubblegum pop music or a 70's teen idol.
Although, even before Leif Cassidy grew that handlebar moustache, he had some really tacky hair sometimes.
Leif Cassidy would eventually become Al Snow---yeah, THAT Al Snow who carried a mannequin head---and at the end of the year 2000, Al shaved his handlebar moustache off, and he looked vastly better without it.
Did you fuck him at the end of the year 2000 after he shaved that moustache? Oh yeah.
Do you regret it? Nope, not at all.
Marty Jannetty was pretty cute sometimes despite that he had some tacky hair.
Speaking of tacky hair, you've also done it with 80's wrestler Tommy Rogers--both when he had a mullet and when he didn't have one.
Tommy was a lot cuter in the 1980's, though he was kind of fuckable in the late 1990's and early 2000's, although in the 90's he had this outdated mullet that ruined his looks.
Mike Awesome got much better looking when he ditched that hideous mullet he had in the 1990's.
Brian Christopher is much more handsome than his father Jerry Lawler.
Scott Taylor was pretty cute in 1997 and early 1998 before he cut his hair, though some could argue he was still cute when he had short hair.
Scott Putski was definitely pretty hot and sexy with a great body.
You actually wish you could've fucked WCW's the Renegade in 1996, that was when he looked his best.
Lenny Lane is kind of handsome, though he looks like a less attractive Chris Jericho.
Lex Luger was pretty sexy in the late 1990's during his WCW days, especially his body.
However, just because someone has a great physique doesn't mean you'll fuck that person.
Before Billy Kidman cut his hair, in some moments and angles Billy Kidman looks good, but in other moments he has this pointy Gonzo the Muppet face.
You actually have had sex with Kane before he shaved his head, you've even done it with Kane wearing his mask.
Though, was it worth it?
That mask, especially in the late 1990's, was rather ugly.
And speaking of Kane, in 1999 you had sex a few times with Ministry Undertaker.
That was when he looked his best and sexiest.
Steven/William Regal got so much sexier as he got older and grew his hair out longer, but you were married by the time he grew his hair longer and didn't have sex with him while you were married because that's cheating.
Despite that Steven got better looking as his hair grew longer and as he got older, he was still pretty cute in the late 90's and early 2000's.
Bart Gunn got much more handsome in 1998 when his hair grew longer.
You've even done it with a few non professional wrestlers, 2 of which are Eric Bischoff and Don Callis/Cyrus.
Eric Bischoff was definitely pretty handsome in the late 1990's and early 2000's, he looked like John Stamos/Uncle Jesse from "Full House".
Don Callis/Cyrus/Jackyl looks like a better looking Howard Stern and Geddy Lee from Rush, though you're unsure whether or not if it was worth it to have sex with him.
Mikey Whipwreck was a little cute during the early 2000's when he had that cherry red hair, though he was chubby and fat.
At least Mikey Whipwreck is better looking than say...the Nasty Boyz and Hulk Hogan.
Bret Hart was handsome during the 1990's, though he looked glum sometimes and when his wet hair looked curly, it was a turnoff for you.
Davey Boy Smith might've had short hair during your time in the WWF, but he was still fuckable.
Stevie Richards looked cute AF when he joined the World Wrestling Federation at the end of 1999, and when he joined the WWF, he finally shaved off that facial hair that ruined his looks.
Shannon Moore was cute AF in the early 2000's before he cut his hair.
Frank Kazarian had a few matches in the WWF/E in the early 2000's and he was pretty damn sexy.
Lodi from WCW was pretty cute, so was Scotty Riggs in 1997.
Hurricane Helms looked better when he had that superhero mask around his eyes.
Joe Gomez from WCW was like Billy Kidman---in some moments and angles he looks good, but in others he has this peanut-like head.
Although, you didn't really have sex with that much Scotty Riggs and Joe Gomez.
In the early 2000's, Damien Sandow called himself Aaron Stevens and had a few matches in the WWE.
Did you do it with him? Yeah.
Do you regret it? Not really.
There's also these Hispanic wrestlers like Hector Garza, Cibernetico and Latin Lover who are some pretty hot, sexy Papis.
Dale Tolborg was definitely more handsome without that KISS makeup and that makeup he wore when he had that baseball player gimmick.
Remember that episode of "The Simpsons" where Melanie Griffith guest starred as a tour guide where she said "This room's nice, this one's nice too, this room's nice, this room's nice too".
That's how you feel about some of these male wrestlers.
While you haven't had sex with him, Van Hammer is a wrestler you can't decide if he's sexy or not.
He's like Billy Kidman---in some angles and moments he looks good, but in others, he's hideous and weird looking!
Van Hammer is like that girl from "Seinfeld", where she looks good in certain lighting.
Scott Vick--who played Sick Boy in WCW in the late 1990's--got much better looking in the early 2000's, though you're still unsure whether or not if it's worth it to have sex with him.
Here's a really controversial figure in pro wrestling you've had sex with---Chris Benoit.
Granted, you did have sex with him years before he murdered his wife and 7 year old son, luckily.
Chris was really cute during the 1990's and he was still pretty handsome in the early 2000's, though he looked better in the 90's.
In WCW, there was a wrestling duo in WCW known as High Voltage who had a member named Kenny Kaos, who looked like Kurt Cobain on steroids.
Kenny was pretty damn hot and sexy.
Most of these aforementioned wrestlers you don't regret having sex with, like Leif Cassidy as well as Al Snow at the end of the year 2000, Shannon Moore, and Bret Hart, you don't even regret having sex with Val Venis, Billy Gunn, Raven, and Test.
You even wish you could've fucked William Regal in the early 2010's when his hair grew longer.
Was it worth it having sex with all of these men?
You don't care about the size of their penis or how good they are in bed, they're sexy, that's why you're fucking them.
You're not completely shallow, because even though the Dynamite Kid was pretty cute in the 1980's, he was a horrific human being.
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Awkwardness Masterlist
a change of heart and a silver lining (ao3) - bellawritess luke/calum T, 18k
Summary: Calum’s not obsessed with routine or anything, but he does become accustomed to certain constants in life. Michael is always about eight minutes late. Ashton always records vocals barefoot. Calum always knows the person behind the register at Bake Station.
Except today. Today it’s a stranger, though admittedly a stranger who looks enough like Jack that Calum can easily connect the dots.
“Hi there,” says the bloke in Jack’s place, giving Calum a bright smile. “What can I get for you today?”
If this is Luke Hemmings, Calum’s fucked.
(OR: wrong number AU and strangers to lovers bakery AU battled and this was the outcome.)
And Action - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/calum, michael/ashton E, 24k
Summary: Calum won’t lie about it. His Best Friend’s Boyfriend’s Ex-Boyfriend is super cute.
Awkward Is The New Cute (ao3) - ashsparagus calum/ashton N/R, 3k
Summary: Ashton's awkward, Calum's in love, Luke sets them up, and Michael isn't in this one.
Because it was you I called it a different story (ao3) - phanjessmagoria michael/calum E, 8k
Summary: Michael found himself saying words that he didn’t really think he had had any intention, or reason, to say.
“I’m Michael, by the way.”
The librarian paused, tore the receipt that printed out and tucked it into the front cover of the book. He held up Michael’s library card. “I know.” He gave a wry smile and slid the book over to Michael, placing his card on top of it with a snap.
“Right, yeah,” Michael said. He took the book, but when he saw the librarian turning away, checking if there was anyone waiting in line, he blurted out, “What’s your name?”
The brown eyes were back on him, their inherent warmth radiating out from them even with the slightly bemused expression that was on the man’s face, until finally, he spoke. “Calum.”
Beginnings (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke M, 40k
Summary: [College/University AU] Michael Clifford was a sophomore transfer student, trapped living in the dorms again after a technicality dropped him back down to freshman status. He had requested a single room, determined to focus on his school work, get out of university housing as quickly as possible, and start his real life, but of course, on August 1st he received the obligatory "Get to know your new roommate this summer! You can contact Luke Hemmings, freshman student, at his school email..." message in his inbox.
Daydreams - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 6k
Summary: It's not Michael's fault the owner of Fletcher's Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.
He Looks So Perfect (ao3) - Emmybazy luke/calum G, 3k
Summary: It’s not creepy to have a crush on someone you’ve never spoken to. It’s not. Right?
Or, Luke and Calum take the same subway to work.
how did we end up talking in the first place? (ao3) - hemmingscliffords michael/luke E, 3k
Summary: Michael Clifford, senior. Probably been gobbed off more times than any person Luke can think of. He's got this fucking awesome blonde hair with a too-good-to-be-true fringe, and his lips are big and puffy and he's the perfect mixture of pretty and rugged when he has stubble.
And Luke's fancied him for as long as he can remember.
if you ever feel alone, don't. (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 5k
Summary: Michael needs a tall man with broad shoulders and a slim waist and he needs one now. Not for sexy reasons, although he wouldn’t turn one down for that. No, he needs a fit model for his design final project that is due in exactly 9 hours, and his usual model is in the hospital after having an allergic reaction to unannounced shellfish in the dining hall pasta.
I’ll Take My Pizza AND the Pizza Guy (ao3) - eyecrinkleskink luke/calum T, 1k
Summary: luke is really awkward and calum is a pizza delivery boy.
just give me one more quiet night (ao3) - iambic_pulse ot4 E, 5k
Summary: Ashton needs to be needed, but now that they’re all older and his bandmates are more independent, they probably don’t need him quite so much anymore.
Mix It Up (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 3k
Summary: the one where Luke is a hopeless romantic in need of a new boyfriend, and Michael is a moody, socially-awkward college dropout who Calum just wants to stop intruding on his dates with Ashton. what better way to solve both their problems than a gay mixer?
Noise Complaints (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 2k
Summary: the one where luke just wants to take a nap and his neighbor is obnoxiously loud
(not quite) zero questions (ao3) - yehwellwhatever michael/luke G, 100
Summary: The mood was tense after their conversation the night before.
sail along, let your path unfold (ao3) - deserteyes, TheseEmptySoundsAndEndlessStories luke/calum T, 6k
Summary: His heart's beating frantically with nerves. He doesn't know why; it's not like he's going to propose or anything. Just say "Hey, my name's Luke, I'm your new neighbor, nice to meet you" or something like that. Easy. He's got this, one hundred percent.
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Luke gets a new neighbor.
The Catch (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/luke T, 6k
Summary: Michael Clifford, the town witch and most eligible bachelor, announces that he'll only date the person who manages to get the key from around his cat's neck. Luke Hemmings, the awkward local photographer, keeps accidentally running into the cat, even though he knows he has no chance with Michael.
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Reservoir Dogs (1992) - Movie Review / Fancast
I watched Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs for the first time tonight. (By the time I finished this, it is actually DAYS later) Remember all of the things stated in this review are my PERSONAL opinion.
Let's talk about Reservoir Dogs, because I enjoyed this film much more than I thought I would.
So, being completely transparent, I accidentally spoiled myself ten minutes in when I went to search which color Tim Roth was playing. Regardless, I enjoyed the film.
I thought the latter half of the movie was more entertaining, with the inclusion of Joe and Eddie and the more in-depth looks into White, Blonde, and Orange.
I'm not very good at serious movie reviews and don't take movies all that seriously anyways, so I am comfortable admitting that Mr. Orange was a big selling point for me. I very much enjoyed the close-up of him smirking. It really felt like a tragic love story at some parts, I was rooting for Orange and Mr. White.
Now on to the more entertaining part, let's recast. Pictures at the end.
We'll start with Mr. White. Originally played by Harvey Keitel, I think Jason Bateman would be an exceptional recast. He does serious, as Ozark proves, he does comedically dramatic, he is dilf material, and I don't think they look UNALIKE... there are some similarities that caught my eye. Honorable mention goes to a man of the same name, Mr. White, Bryan Cranston.
Mr. Pink feels like a no-brainer. Originally played by Steve Buscemi, who else other than Bill Skarsgard. Mr. Pink is slimy and he has awful posture and, for some reason, that reminded me of the very handsome Bill Skarsgard. He will never escape the typecast. For as long as I can remember, Roman Godfrey to Pennywise to that dude in Barbarian... they're all shady as fuck.
You know who else is shady as fuck? Mr. Blonde. Michael Madsen is the original Mr. Blonde and he brings such a specific energy to Blonde. I found it hard to find a good match. Looks-wise, Richard Madden. Though, in general, I think Vincent Cassel would be a very creepy, very sexy Blonde and if you've seen that scene in Ocean's Twelve, you'd know the "Stuck In The Middle With You" scene is in good hands.
I reluctantly add this next one. "Nice Guy" Eddie, played by Chris Penn, is being recast to probably my least favorite actor of all time, Jonah Hill. Fuck, it just works so well.
You know that cop, Martin whatever? Yeah, he's now Rami Malek. This is payback for being in Amsterdam.
Tim Roth, the reason I knew the plot of the entire movie before watching it, I fucking love your face man. Mr. Orange is now fan-cast as Andy Bean. Completely self-indulgent. Though, past Gee apparently thought Joesph Gorden-Levitt was a good contender because his name is very bold in my notes. Also, self-indulgent.
Randy Brook's Holdaway would be brilliantly played by Brian Tyree Henry. If you've seen Bullet Train, he is fucking incredible.
For Joe, originally played by Lawernce Tierney, I give thee Brian Cox of the Logan Roy variety. Or Vincent D'Onofrio of the Marvel supervillain variety.
Moving on to Mr. Brown, I could not decide. Give my dude Jake Sim a couple of years and he's perfect. I also have Michael C. Hall, Matt Berry, and Mark Sheppard. I don't guess it really matters as long as they can deliver an entire speech about Madonna's Like A Virgin and make it as disgusting as possible.
Before researching, I had wanted Edward Bunker's Mr. Blue to be Danny Trejo. Here's a fact I learned while researching for this review, Bunker and Trejo actually served jail time together. Small world. Oh, and Bob Odenkirk was the runner-up for Mr. Blue. I love that man.
Shit, I think that's it. Now I have to go make a collage of all these actors.
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