#HEY ACTUALLY IF ANYONE WANTS TO SEND ME MOVIE SUGGESTIONS TO KEEP ME OCCUPIED

[cogs-inc]

jumbaa and pleakley are enemies to lovers

#loud honking #ya boy has been officially quarantined #so i've been watching early 2000s disney movies #i watched uhhhh treasure planet and atlantis and just finished brother bear #HEY ACTUALLY IF ANYONE WANTS TO SEND ME MOVIE SUGGESTIONS TO KEEP ME OCCUPIED #a coworker is being tested so im being kept Away from my family for a bit #and i need shit to watch

[dadsbongos]

Treehouse

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Katsuki Bakugou/Reader (and a lot of other people) Warnings: Spoilers for bakugou’s hero name ahead!!, songfic for this song Summary: Katsuki’s grown a lot since middle school, hasn’t he? ~~~

Do Not Enter's written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.

Katsuki looked down at the girl in his arms, eyes fluttered shut and lashes fallen over her cheeks. Lips parted ever so slightly to let out puffs of even, laxed breathing. The golden sunlight shone in her hair as it beamed through his thin curtains, soft warmth spreading over both of their bodies. His fingers carefully danced over the tender skin of her arm as he held her close. Her head over his chest and he was sure that the sound of his thunderous heartbeat would wake her eventually.

It felt nice, he concluded, to hold his love so dearly. To let his chest deflate and not have to be the best of the best. He didn’t have to be anyone. He didn’t have to be Bakugou, Katsuki - top of the class. Bakugou, Katsuki - Dynamight. Bakugou, Katsuki - Kacchan. Bakugou, Katsuki.

If he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to be anyone. She’d hold him just as close with any other persona he wanted to wear. It was his real security. His real home - right in her arms. A home he didn’t want to leave.

He wasn’t sure when it hit him. Just one of those random thoughts you never expect but deep down, you knew the entire time. Something so simple and yet so earth shattering that merely breathing it into existence seemed catastrophic. He wasn’t sure when it hit him that he was terrified of losing her. So innately terrified that the very thought was enough to send his muscles a tremor.

The feeling, it wasn’t nice. But he knew exactly what was - living the life he could with (Y/n).

What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually, I'm all by myself.

“Man, you’re really saving my ass here, Bakubro!” Eijiro grinned, exposing his unnatural shark teeth.

Katsuki huffed, “Don’t think about it, shitty hair. You’re still not passing.”

“I know, I know,” the redhead nervously grinned, eyeing the rolled up newspaper in Katsuki’s hand as he did so, “It’s just manly of you to help me is all. You’ve changed, man, it’s kinda cool.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” Eijiro put down his pencil, “It’s cool.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t retort further. Whether he was ready to admit it or not, that usually would’ve gotten Kirishima, Eijiro a first-class newspaper swatting but he supposed he could let it pass. Just this once. 

I’m the captain but you can be the deputy. I'm really glad you think I'm so funny. I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave.

Denki bit at his bottom lip in concentration, more effort going into thinking about cracking the egg in his hand than actually cracking the egg in his hand. His brows were drawn tight toward his face, contemplating how he should go about his cracking to avoid a mess. The last time he was trusted to crack eggs, he’d gotten shell in the bowl and yolk all on the counter and his fingers. The last time he was trusted to crack eggs, he felt like an utter fool. 

Looking over to the electric blond, Katsuki snarled at how little the boy had gotten done. Walking over, he took the egg still encased in its roughened shell from Denki in one hand and a bowl in the other. Tilting the porcelain bowl just right, Katsuki snapped the egg against the lip of the dish, pulling his fingers apart to hold the crack in the egg open so the yolk could drool down. Tossing out the eggshell, Katsuki watched as Denki took an egg for himself before copying exactly what the explosive teenager had done.

As two yolks drowned together in whites within their little bowl, Denki sung the praises of his dear friend, of Bakugou, Katsuki - and in Denki’s opinion, apparently, a masterchef. 

Nodding stiffly, Katsuki turned back to his own task at buttering the pan as it laid atop its burner. He let silence rule the kitchen until Denki would break it with a lame joke he would never admit he liked.

Do Not Enter's written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay.

“You have such great lid space, though,” Mina clasped her hands tighter, “I think it’d be fun!”

Katsuki grumbled under his breath before sighing and tossing his head back, “I’ll give you twenty minutes. Starting fucking now.”

Squealing, Mina hopped onto the common room couch before unzipping her makeup bag, “Thanks, Bakugou!”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, barely managing to hold his underlying frustration inside, “Your damn funeral if you fuck up.”

“I won’t…” Mina pouted, “C’mon, don’t you believe in me? Just a little? You’ve seen what I can do.”

“I’ll believe for now.”

What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually, I'm all by myself.

“Oh, didn’t know the balconies were occupied,” Hanta awkwardly muttered.

Katsuki looked up from the ground below, brows furrowed and eyes stinging, “If you say anything to anyone, I’ll kill you myself.”

Putting his hands up, Hanta showed off that stupidly large, stupidly infectious grin, “Hey, man, everyone needs a good cry. I think it keeps us sane.”

Nodding silently, Katsuki stood at his railing, head hanging over and eyes clenched shut in a new effort to keep his tears in.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“I’d rather die.”

“Maybe, instead of dying, you could just vent to a trusted friend who cares about you?” Hanta suggested, “You go to (L/n), right? Well, now you can come to me, too. We’re friends, Bakugou, we’re there for each other.”

I’m the captain but you can be the deputy. 

Stirring inside his mind, were the thoughts he’d been keeping to himself since that fight. His real fight with Izuku. Where Katsuki won. The successor to All Might and boy wonder was beaten by Katsuki. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Izuku was making progress fast, far too fast. He was leaping towards the top and Katsuki could only watch on, feet trapped in the cement. The ground swallowing his body as Deku, the Quirkless one, the useless one, the crybaby, bound forward in success.

It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t enough. Bakugou, Katsuki was simply not enough.

That’s what he was beginning to believe; where he couldn’t even save himself from villains, Deku came rushing in to save him and succeeded. 

Sitting at the kitchen island, alone, in the middle of the night, that’s what Katsuki was beginning to believe.

Lights flicker on, “Kacchan?”

Closing his eyes, Katsuki pretended there was no voice. Nobody behind him. No one but him awake at this awful hour.

“You’re usually in bed by now. Way before, actually.”

There was no reply. There didn’t need to be one. Izuku sat beside Katsuki all the same, an uneven, slightly nervous, smile on his face as he did so.

Katsuki opened his eyes, looking at the other boy from the corner of his peripheral, “You’ve made the power yours.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not as useless as I thought.”

“Thanks… you know, I’ve been meaning to ask… would you- would you train with me sometime? I think that I could really improve if I fought someone like you.” 

“Someone like me? The fuck does that mean?”

“Strong. Well-versed in your Quirk. Other than Todoroki, you’re probably the best at Quirk application, so I wanted to see if I could fight you.”

“Ask daddy issues.”

“But then we couldn’t have our rematch. I still need to beat you, Kacchan, you know?”

I'm really glad you think I'm so funny.

Katsuki found himself staring at the back of Izuku’s head, brows furrowed. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. He couldn’t tell what exactly it was. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see her. (L/n), (Y/n) smiling at him softly, perfect lips tugged into a perfect grin on her perfect face. God, what he wouldn’t give to just grab her and kiss the smile off her face just to do it all over again. What he wouldn’t give to scream to the world he loved her.

“You okay? You’re tense.”

Glancing to the front, Shota still sleepily tucked in his sleeping bag in a corner of the room, Katsuki nodded, “Fucking fine. Just thinking.”

Setting her chin in the palm of her hand, (Y/n) tilted her head ever so slightly, “Wanna tell me about it?” shaking his head, the ash-blond went to refuse when she spoke up again, “Not here, if you wanna wait.”

He felt almost unworthy. Losing to Deku, killing the legacy of All Might, getting kidnapped by villains - Bakugou, Katsuki felt unworthy of his own lover’s comforts. Looking at the face of an angel would make you crazy - at least that’s what his father told him once. And so, he nodded slowly, “Sure. Later. Alone, though, I’m not talking shit in front of Raccoon Eyes and Dunce Face.”

“Whatever you need,” she murmured, giggling quietly to herself, “I’m here.”

I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave.

“I’ll say this once.”

He burned the image of them into his brain. (Y/n) and Eijiro on either side of him on the common room couch. Denki just about ready to cut through the carrot cake Mina and Hanta slaved over despite trashing on the choice the entire time. Izuku was slightly off to the side, ready to hand off gifts to his childhood rival.

Katsuki sighed quietly, looking to his feet when a hand grabbed his, (Y/n) rubbing her thumb into his skin. He swallowed his pride before letting everything he felt about each and every person in the room manifest into the best phrase someone like him could imagine.

“Thanks. For everything.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakusquad #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou appreciation post #he's great and i love him :3 soo i wrote this #song is treehouse by alex g if that wasn't clear

[shoutosteakettle]

black laced panties • shouto todoroki

⤷ genre: angst

⤷ word count: 1777

⤷ warnings: cheating, mentions of drunk sex, maybe ooc shouto, the use of the word ‘whore’, also an excessive use of the word fuck

⤷ a/n: alrighty!! if the title for this fic looks familiar it’s because i’ve actually posted this fic before,, but back when i posted this fic the first time i wasn’t really happy with it, so i decided to go back and work at it,,, if you look hard enough on my page you might find the original version of this fic and if that happens i’m truly sorry, but i think that it’s crazy how you cann see how much i’ve grown as a writer in five months,, it hasn’t been that long but at the same time it has and i just feel like we’re moving in hyperspeed omg,, okay that’s it for my rambling, i hope you guys enjoy >:)

☆彡 

It wasn’t the feeling of the warm sun on your face that stirred you from your sleep or the earth-shatteringly loud snoring in your ears. No, it was the warm weight of someone else in bed with you, something you had not felt in weeks thanks to your boyfriend’s hero job that kept him from home most nights, but the large arm around your waist suggested something different. You laid in the bed, basking the bliss of the moment, enjoying the overwhelming smell of cinnamon with vague hints of smoke.

“G’ morning Princess,” the greeting drew you from your thoughts. The nickname was familiar, though not one of Shouto’s go tos, but the voice– the voice was not one you heard every day. It took you a minute to recognize it, but when you did, you swore you felt your heart drop into your ass. “Katsu?”

“Mmmm,” Katsuki groaned, his voice laced with sleep and his nose pressing deeper into your hair. With that confirmation, you removed his arm from your body, then yourself from his bed, nothing but Katsuki’s thin bed sheet and an equally thin bra shielding you from prying eyes.

“What the hell, Bakugou! What am I doing here?!”

“Stop with all the fucking yelling. It’s too early in the morning for you to make my ears bleed,” he yelled back at you.

“Why am I here, in your bed,” you hissed at the blonde. “And why am I naked.”

“Cut it with the fucken innocent act. You’re the one who showed up at my doorstep last night, drunk off your ass and talking about how lonely you were,” Katsuki [], the details helping your brain begin to shift through the fog, trying it’s best to decipher between memories and dreams.

“Shit. How could you let this happen again, Katsuki? I told you last time that was the last time,” you sighed, “On top of that, you know I’m with Shouto.”

There was silence for a moment, not that you could hear anything aside from the blood rushing in your ears while you tried your best to come up with a suitable lie about where you were to tell your boyfriend. “I didn’t know you were still with him,” Katsuki mumbled, almost an apology. Reaching over on his side of the bed, he picked up a t-shirt and threw it to you. “Find the rest of your clothes and get out.”

“What the hell do you think I’m doing,” you hissed, turning around to throw your shirt over your head, doing your best to ignore Katsuki’s presence completely.

“You don’t get to be fucking angry with me. This is your fault,” he reminded you. “And now you’ve dragged me into whatever drama you have going on with your boyfriend, the same one you told me you ended things with.”

“Well, I wasn’t the one who thought it was okay to take advantage of a drunk woman, so get off your fucking high horse. And where are my fucking underwear,” this was the last thing that you needed right now; there was no need for the universe to rub it in your face as hard as it was.

“Fuck it,” you said, abandoning your search for the missing panties pulling your jeans from off the carpet and over your bare legs, the feeling of the scratchy denim shaking any remaining bits of sleep from your system. “Don’t say anything about this to anyone.”

“Didn’t plan on it. Your keys are on the coffee table, don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” Katsuki called out, watching you smooth out your shirt as you made your way out of his bedroom.

“Fuck,” he groaned to himself, laying back down on his bed and pulling his blankets up to his chest. Katsuki laid his head down on the silk of his pillowcase, placing his hand on the underside, feeling his fingertips brush against the soft cotton of your panties.

ミ☆

“Y/n?” Shouto called out when he heard you open the door to your shared apartment. You took off your shoes and slid on your slippers before walking over to the living room. When you came within a foot of your boyfriend, he reached out and took your hands in his.

“I know I’ve been a bit distant lately, and I apologize. I would never want to make you feel like a second priority. I took a couple of vacation days, and I would love nothing more than to spend them with you,” he smiled, nodding toward the television, which had your favorite movie on stand-by.

The guilt building in your stomach increased tenfold, spilling onto your tongue, tasting bitter. You sent Shouto a small smile before letting go of his hands and making your way to your bedroom. “Just let me hop in the shower real quick,” you chirped, thinking that your scandal had ended before it ever really started.

“Where were you this morning,” Shouto asked, noticing the way you flinched at his question, and you were sure he could see the cold sweat glistening on your forehead- unless he suddenly was blind in both eyes.

“Ochako and Zu’s,” you lied, “I was feeling a little lonely last night, so I called, and they said it was cool if I third wheeled on their date.

“Right… I’ll pop some popcorn while you’re in the shower,” Shouto said, changing the subject but watching skeptically as your body relaxed at his less interrogational words.

☆彡

“Back with the mail already…” your voice trailed off when you saw what he was holding in his hand. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Shouto began, reading from the note in his hand not occupied by back panties– your missing panties, “I meant to send these to you a while back, but you’re getting them now, deal with it. Katsuki Bakugou.”

Shouto looked up from the evidence of your obvious betrayal that he help in his hands, his glossy eyes meeting yours. The tears that fell from your eyes fell for a completely different reason than the one fallen from Shouto’s. You were scared. He was hurt. “I only asked you once because I trusted you, but one more time. Where were you the morning you came home late?”

“Shou, this isn’t what it looks like–”

“You spent the night with Katsuki, doing and saying all the things you promised to me. You kissed him. You slept in his bed. You fucked him. And then did the same with me,” he groaned, and you watched as he physically shuddered. “Why? Was I not good enough for you, or are you just that much of a whore?”

The words he spat burned like acid on your soul. You knew there was no excuse for what you had done and that you had hurt him, and all those things made it so much harder for you to defend yourself. “I was lonely, Shou. I was barely seeing you. I- I thought you had forgotten me,” you cried, being painfully honest while trying to save whatever was left you your relationship.

“Is that why you did this, to get in a quick fuck while I was out risking my life to protect my city- to protect you,” he asked, his anger blocking out anything that didn’t support his case. Finally, he let go of your underwear and the note that accompanied it, and you watched as they fell to the table beneath him. Shouto pushed himself off the table he was leaning on and made his way to the coat rack by your front door. You watched, unable to form words, or do anything other than cry as he put on his jacket and opened the front door.

“I’m going out. I want you and your stuff out of my apartment by the time I get back,” was the last thing he said before turning around and leaving your home, slamming the door behind him. Shouto would be a liar if he said he didn’t want to go back and remind you of all the reasons you loved him, the reasons why you picked him, but he couldn’t get past the fact that you didn’t wait for him.

ミ☆

“Fuck off, Katsuki,” you giggled at his joke as he passed by you to get the couch.

“You’re starting to sound more and more like me every day,” Katsuki smirked, keeping his eyes focused on the mail he was shuffling through. “When are you getting your own place anyway? It’s getting pretty annoying having to see your face every day.”

“I’m seeing some apartments later today, so I’ll be out of your hair soon enough. Though I can’t promise that you won’t miss me,” you teased, pushing at Katsuki’s chest and waiting for him to laugh with you.

“This is for you,” he said, leaning over from his seat on the sofa to hand you a smaller sized black bubble envelope.

“Who is it from,” you asked. No one ever sent you mail, for the same reason no one ever called, your best friend broke up with you and took all the important people in your life with him.

“Icy Hot,” Katsuki answered.

“Oh,” you tried your best to ignore the feeling of Katsuki’s eyes boring into you as he watched you open the envelope. You reached inside to pull out a pair of black laced panties with a note attached that read, “You forgot this.”

☆彡: Extra Scene

Shouto picked up his phone, scrolling through his contacts, coming to the last number on the short list of people in his phone. He pressed the name and waited as the phone rang in his ear. Once, then twice, and then a third time. “Hey, Shouto. Is something wrong,” the voice on the other side asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

“Hey, Midoriya. Have you seen Y/n? She’s not home, and it’s late. I’m a little worried,” Shouto groaned, bringing his hand up to rub at his temples, trying his best not to let his darker thoughts get the best of him.

“No, I spent the night with Ochako. Let me get my coat. I can help you look for her,” Izuku said, sitting up in his bed and pulling his blanket from over his legs.

“No. No, it’s fine, I’ll wait a little longer to see if she shows up,” Shouto sighed, hanging up his phone and cutting off Izuku’s ‘Goodbye.’ With another stressed sigh, Shouto threw himself back on the bed, taking one last look at the candles he had lit, the rose petals he had laid out, and listening to the quiet music playing in the background before dozing off.

#shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #Writing?

[obeymematches]

AAA, hi I'm that first anon ( /w\)

I'm glad you're doing well ❤️ Thank you so much for the content you're making. I've been kinda losing interest in Obey Me but I'd like to request a match-up, maybe it'll help me rekindle my love for the game.

So, hmm. I'm 18 and a bit of a short gal, 4' 11 since I last checked (aaaa, Asian genes. But hey, cute size difference).

I'm an INFP-T, so I kinda suck at socialising hahah. But I make up for it by showing a cheery exterior. It always feels good to leave a good impression.

I usually like to try keeping a soft image, but will also be a loud memelord if I ever get comfortable enough.

I'm about to study HUMSS next school year, dreaming of becoming an arts teacher or prof, if I can manage. But I struggle with anxiety, which kinda clashes with my dream career, since a teacher requires confidence ,w,)

I tend to put others' needs before myself, I always want to make sure my friends are happy. The world is... horrible, so I really try my best to ensure they're smiling. It just gives me good serotonin if I know I made them feel happier.

My brain is horrible at keeping stuff, meaning I'm really forgetful. And oof, not really the smartest tool in the shed. No thoughts, head empty. Only love and escapism✌️😔 My dumbass brain is another thing that clashes with my dream job.

I like drawing, listening to music (distracts me from bad thoughts), video games (my most favs are rpgs and open world), horror stuffs, and crying whenever I see frogs and dogs. I also like plants. Ohh, and shiny rocks, heck yea.

Tho, I'm not really taking care of any at the moment, but I dream of having my own garden. I love the cottagecore aesthetic.

A thing I should add I guess is that I used to be a total weeb, so my behaviour and speech is heavily influenced. I'd sometimes casually drop a 'hai?', 'nani', 'nande kore' and etc. in convos. Kinda makes me cringe, but dang I can't stop.

Even if I don't enjoy watching anime as much as before, I do like anime movies. All ghibli films, Kimi no Nawa, Weathering with You and A Silent Voice are my favs.

I just love the soundtracks so much qoq

My worse flaws are I'm hella sensitive, a huge procrastinator, childish, and easily jealous.

But despite me being a lazy dumbass, if I put my mind into something, I will not stop until I finish the thing. Which means I also tend to overwork myself.

I know it's unhealthy but it really keeps me motivated, aaa-

I also seem to like acting as if I know a lot? I mean, I come across as that but my real intention is I just thought to share my knowledge of the subject.

I just say a lot of stuff because I tend to blabber and jumble my words.

I guess my love language is words of affirmation. Compliments, I love you's, heart memes, cheesy pick up lines that my sleep-deprived self thought of at 4am- all of em!

These are the weapons I torture my friends with o(○｀ω´○)9

But ahh, the thing is I've never dated anyone before. I find it so difficult to fall for someone irl, or even gain crushes. Mostly fictional. So I have absolutely no experience in the dating business.

Something to do with my self esteem and trust issues, ekk-

Oof, that's long. I hope that's not too much. Again, thank you so much if you happen to get to write this. Take your time, hun ^w^ ❤️💕 AAAA, and congratulations on reaching 100 followers!

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Hi! 

Noooooo i’m so sorry it took me so much time to write this ;; I hope you like the result though! thank you for your patience!!  💕 💕 💕 

I decided to match you with Mammon! 

Here is why: 

Okay so obviously there is a bit of a height difference, I mean he is not even near to being the tallest but thats exactly why he thinks you are the best height - it makes him feel taller and that is good for his confidence. 

Mammon is known for going out and socializing a lot - even if more often than not he ends up in some kind of unusual situation. He is good at taking the initiative in case you have trouble. Just don’t always follow through his ideas he suggests to bond, because most of the time it will end up getting both of you in trouble. I mean it’s not like Lucifer would punish you too badly because of something stupid Mammon got you to do (besides you having to listen to a lecture about why the thing you two did was dumb), but poor friend of yours is not so lucky.  :(

  I like to think of him as a positive, rather optimistic, maybe naive person but I think your cheerful attitude goes well with that. I mean think about the aura you two would spread! 

He would definitely be surprised to learn about your loud memelord side, but that would fascinate him so much because you can open up to him sooner than to his brothers and that also makes him more proud to be with you! I think that would also help him grow some real deep feelings for you

 I think you’d be a great influence on him to help motivating him to put some more energy into his education. Although the only reason he would care more about that is the study times he can have with you, and it is up to you to decide if those sessions are actually studying together (read: you tutoring him and him staring at you in awe when you don’t look but can’t grasp the material) or if there’s an attempt but a couple minutes later he is talking about how to earn money fast and both of you try said method.

Helping him study sometimes would definitely help your self-esteem! I think he can come off as rather confident, so hanging around with people like him would definitely boost your confidence!

I think he would literally melt if someone put his well-being before themselves. Theres no going back now he is lovesick. I mean just think about all the times his brothers make fun of him. 

 I’m prettysure he is the best at making people laugh! He has no care in the world even if he has to do something dangerously dumb to make you smile!! 

He can be rather forgetful too so thats something the both of you have to work on if possible, but relationshipwise that should not cause conflicts. Sure he might forget about some stuff but it’s never your bday or a date with you because both of you are in love. 

I think he can try your hobbies to impress you or just to have another topic to talk about, but he will probably never be the best at drawing. I think the amount of music you listen to would drastically decrease as he is very good at occupying your mind - with positive thoughts! 

It is confirmed that he alsp enjoys videogames and he is good at them, so thats something you two can do together when you don’t really feel like going out. 

If you show him horror movies he will scream and will not be able to sleep well for 2 weeks but he is going to deny that with his life so good luck! 

 I think he would find it cute that you like frogs and rocks and stuff, he might tease you a bit about it at first but if he sees a frog on sale he will spend his money to give you a surprise frog! it will probably be some live magical frog (either poisonous or some weird demon magic frog that will have everyone in the house of lamentation end up in a comedic situation). So that was the last time he got you something he has no idea about without asking you first.  

Oh he would definitely tease you a lot about your vocabulary, but Levi would catch on you because you might not actually be a normie... And thats how Mammon gets too jealous to ever tease you again about something like that - how can he allow Levi to hang out with you :( 

And that brings us to both of you being easily jealous. In some cases that might end in conflicts because one person gets annoyed but in this particular case you just need to have a conversation about it. Set some boundaries both of you are okay with, and no issue! 

I think to make sure your time alone with Levi is more limited he would totally watch anime movies with you! 

He definitely adores your determination! If you ever ask him what he likes about you, he will probably mention this as one trait.

 Hmmm as I elaborated before, you knowing more stuff about things will probably prevent situations that would be caused by Mammon not being informed about some stuff.

Okay so he is definitely one who sends you memes at ungodly hours and you can’t stop him. He is awake, lying in bed, too in love to do anything besides think about you and smile and face the issues of being the local tsundere. And then you send him a meme full of love and he can not fall asleep for the rest of the night, feeling butterflies and imagining soft things with you like he did with nobody else before. 

Okay so I’m not sure about his dating experience, but as far as a know he doesn’t really have much either? in that case both of you could explore this new feeling together! 

So in conclusion this boy is very much in love and he can only hope that you feel the same. Both of you are a good influence o the other and that helps the two of you to grow together. He might have slightly more experience but that’s okay. I see no conflicts here, maybe the only exception being the fact that he can be rude towards you and you are sensitive, but he is quick to stop being rude once he sees why he is so wrong. And that will be the best decision of his life so far because not long after that he is very much in love for the first time in forever. Both of you are loyal to the other and jealousy means no issue. Well, after some conversation, that is. Both of you experience life together and theres always something to do, to see! 

#obey me #om! #obey me! #om! mammon #mammon om! #mammon obey me #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me matchup #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me swd #submission

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Monsta X as FWB

Summary: Monsta X as FWB Anon Request

A/N: Finally writing about these grown ass smokeshows...I am so fucking thirsty. I really struggled writing Changkyun (my bias) because I’m so in love it hurts I’m so sick of him

Warnings: Smut and s o f t b o i s

Word Count: 2657

Hyunwoo (Shownu)

He would be SO BAD at not catching feelings

You smile at him one time and he’s in love he couldn’t handle a fwb arrangement

The only way he’d even do it is if he really liked you but was afraid you didn’t want to commit

He’s really that bitch who’s like “if i dick her down real good maybe she’ll love me”

He might be right tho

If you ever take a shower at his place you won’t exactly be getting clean

In fact any time you show any amount of skin he’ll be all blushy and handsy

Def shy and hesitant until he gets comfortable with you

After he does it’s on, though, he’ll never wear a shirt if he doesn’t have to and you’ll be constantly thirsty

He’s the best at eating you out don’t @me

He doesn’t know how smoking hot he is so he’d be so proud when he made you flustered or made you come real hard

Not very vocal in bed but he’s got a low pitched whine when he’s close that sends you over the edge

Won’t dirty talk and will blush if you do but he’ll love it

If he’s horny he’ll send you a text like “hey” that’s it

Bad at sexting he’ll just send you pics and you know what a picture is worth 1000 words

Does that low-key possessive thing in public where he’ll lead you with his hand at the small of your back

Otherwise not very affectionate in public though, he’s worried you’ll reject him if he tries to hold your hand and he’s f r a g i l e

Smiling and lots of affection from this big teddy bear

Likes to take care of you, he’ll tear your ass up and then clean your apartment while you sleep and wake you up with takeout and a movie

He is never not buying you food it’s his way to say he loves you ok epitome of “how many food until date”

He will bruise you a lot by accident and feel so bad about it, kiss every one with an apologetic smile

Is it that he doesn’t know how strong he is or that he wants every guy around to know you’re his? Little from column a, little from column b

Please don’t let it slip if you’re seeing anyone else he will break your heart he’ll be so sad

Not even salty just will be a whole kicked puppy dog

Will dick you down hard after you tell him and then apologize and be the softest cuddly baby, won’t want to let you leave afterwards

Depending on how comfortable he is, he’ll either avoid you or be totally honest

Not in person though you’ll get a lot of emo texts he’s too shy to tell you

Your phone will be dinging as you walk out his door, tbh

“I don’t like this” “come back let’s talk”

But then when you do talk again he barely says anything just holding your hand and caressing your palm with his thumb

He’s likely to end the arrangement if he thinks you won’t choose him

He’ll be so sweet and apologetic tho he’ll say “I’m sorry but I’m just not built for this. I want you all to myself.”

You WILL choose him I mean it’s a no brainer, really

Minhyuk

So you’ve chosen Lee Minhyuk as your fwb, huh? Good luck not falling in love, sis

He’s so. Much. Fun

He’ll wanna take you to amusement parks and carnivals and finger you on the Ferris Wheel

He’ll try and make you fall apart while at the dinner table with his hand under your skirt with the most innocent smile on his face

He’s down for anything in bed and he is a switch for sure

Loud AF when you tease him such whiny moans

If you spend a couple days with him y'all won’t get anything done because you’ll be trying to get dressed and he’s taking your clothes right back off

Doesn’t give a fuck if you leave marks and will be offended if you complain about him leaving them

He won’t get very salty if you have other partners but he’ll be competitive and try to occupy all your attention and be real extra in bed

You’ll probably catch feelings before he does he’s so talkative and fun you’ll get to know him fast and start to love all his little quirks

If you tell him he’ll be sweet about it and just be like “shit ok let’s try it’

If he catches feelings on the other hand and you’re not very perceptive, you’ll never know

He’ll get real weird, v quiet and sulky like he’d hate catching feelings and not know if you did or not

Would try to find out what you thought v obviously like "hey so if we did date how do you think it’s go?”

Will wait for you to ask him out even if he liked you first

Kihyun

Would be hesitant about an fwb arrangement bc he’s highkey salty when he doesn’t get his way

Would probably wanna cuff any meaningful sexual partner bc he’s territorial so you might worry it’s because of that and not because he actually likes you

Very respectful about things like consent would never fuck you while you were at all inebriated (like even two glasses of wine) even if you begged

Quiet with you in public he wouldn’t want to go out a lot because too much social interaction drains him

He’d be the type to be seeing other people but not wanting you to smh

But he’d feel bad about it and know it was dumb

He’d be really honest with you even to the point of hurting your feelings but if he wasn’t sure how he felt about you he’d just keep quiet

So much salt and shade thrown if you’re seeing someone else will get pressed if you so much as mention the other guy’s name while you’re with him

“Hey, this is my time, right? Focus on me.”

Rough in bed and a smirky little shit, knows he’s good

A whole dom he’d like you submissive but bratty

Loves to bark orders and dirty talk in foreplay but will be quiet during the act, low grunts

He’ll buy you lingerie almost be a low-key sugar daddy, really, you’ll mention a purse you like and find it shipped to your house

If he caught feelings he’d tell you immediately and force you to make a choice he won’t wait around for you to decide

If you caught feelings and he wasn’t ready he’d avoid you for a while but expect you to be ready to talk about it when he calls you a week later outta nowhere

Hoseok (Wonho)

This boy is all talk

He’d flirt like mad, tease you in public, hands all over you

When he got you alone he’d be a little shy and s o f t tho

Would be eager to try an fwb arrangement because he wants to think he’s a fuck boy

Spoiler alert: he is N O T

He’s almost worse than Shownu about catching feelings

Big showoff in bed after the second or third time

Likes to manhandle you

Highkey has a praise kink so it drives him crazy when you tell him how good he’s fucking you

Loud whiny moans, lots of dirty talk but he’s shy right after he comes and uber affectionate

Will sext you constantly

Wants to meet up every damn day

He’s rough in bed at first, pulling your hair, smacking your ass

When he catches feelings tho every once in a while he’ll go all sweet and slow

If he starts going down on you a lot you’re in trouble sis he’s in his feelings

He’s only a dom until he loves you then he’ll switch whenever you want

He will never not cuddle you after sex either way this man would stroke a one night stand’s hair for three hours after sex

Will mark and bruise you everywhere and be proud of it

He’d be pouty if you wore something to cover his bite marks and hickeys

Speaking of pouty just please like don’t let him find out you got another man

Your life is now constant d r a m a

Would follow you around at bars, salty af if he saw you dancing with someone else

Will make a whole scene

Tug you away into the hallway and if he’s drunk he might be crying

You’ll have to take him home and comfort him smh

Wears his heart on his sleeve so he’ll tell you he loves you like 2 weeks after y'all start fucking

His mom knows about you by week 3, ok, he’s a whole mess

Will cry about you to his friends, Shownu won’t like you bc Hoseok is listening to sad music and coming in his room at 3am being a emo baby

If you end the arrangement you’ll have to block his number he’ll be such a mess

Will lie and promise never to get salty about you seeing someone else if you just come back

He’s real cute if you like him back though, eager puppy and will make you know you’ve made the right choice by not letting you out of his bed for a full two days

Hyungwon

Would probably be among the best at not catching feelings

He can’t be bothered to fall in love tbh

He might if you really understood him, though, like if you’d nap with him midday and talk to him about nothing for hours

You’d only be meeting up twice a week for sex he’s not that pressed

He knows he’s pretty and you are too and it works for him but it’s not that serious at first

Will not give a fuck if you’re seeing someone else but he won’t be bc he’s too lazy to maintain more than one arrangement

He would get a little salty if you cancelled a meeting with him for someone else though how dare you

He isn’t a sub but he likes you to do all the work in bed if you’re down, likes to see you riding him

Not rough at all

Quiet in bed, just short breaths

He may just call you over for a blowjob tbh

You’ll know he likes you if he goes down on you

Like he always will get you off but if he’s taking extra time he’s got it bad

Not rough in bed, almost romantic sometimes so that might get you in your feelings even though it’s just how he is

If you catch feelings first and try a dramatic confession and he doesn’t feel the same way he’ll ghost you

If he does like you he’ll call you sometimes just to talk when he can’t fall asleep

Won’t exactly tell you if he catches feelings you’ll just go out somewhere like to get breakfast and he’ll run into a friend and he’ll introduce you as his girlfriend

So anyway you’re dating now

Jooheon

Another “try not to fall in love” challenge

He’d suggest an arrangement just to make you blush and he shocked when you said yes

A real giver in bed, loves to eat you out and won’t even ask you to reciprocate but will be very grateful if you do

He’s so loud, wake the neighbors loud but his dirty talk is low key sweet

Also has a praise kink of sorts but likes to give rather than receive

Will fuck your brains out while singing your praises, “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful like this.”

He’d love to take you out, fancy dinners sometimes, would just kind of act like you’re his girlfriend even if it were casual

Will actually be your friend you can call him in the middle of the night crying and he’ll drop everything to help

Y'all will go to karaoke and shit he’s really like your bff who also dicks you down

If he wants to see someone else he’ll talk to you about it first and if you’re even a little uncomfortable, he won’t

He won’t be too salty if you see someone else but will be pouty and needy the next time you see him

Lots of cuddles and his dimpled smile

If you catch feelings it’ll make him catch feelings he’ll look at you in a whole new light

If he catches feelings he’ll just tell you

The second he realizes it he’ll deadass stick his head in the shower when you’re in there

“So hey I like you, let’s date, yeah?- why are you screaming it’s just me”

Changkyun (I.M)

He’s the most likely to be a whole fuck boy

He’s also probably the best in bed and he knows it

He’s a cocky little shit, knows how to make you tremble with a look and a slow wink

Will be your friend first and your sex partner second, if you’re upset or in a bad mood he’ll talk you down and make you feel better before even thinking of touching you sexually

Most blunt

“wya I’m horny come through”

Will talk to you about everything and nothing your pillow talk might be the best thing about your arrangement

Otherwise he won’t take you out much though he’s somewhat shy in public

Low groans and deep growls in bed

Absolute master of words in Korean or English lord help you if he dirty talks in bed p h e w

He won’t sext you much bc his deep ass voice is what makes your legs shake and he knows it

All about the foreplay wants to make you beg him to fuck you but he doesn’t last long because it gets him just as worked up

Rough in bed, sweet aftercare

Likes to wash your hair in the shower and shit

Makes you laugh a lot will send you memes when you’re having a bad day

Won’t initiate cuddling but loves it when you do and pulls you to against him

He will definitely be salty if you’re seeing someone else even if he is too but it’ll be quiet salty

If it’s in public he’ll just seduce you away from the other guy

“You like me better anyway, right honey?” Deep voice right against your ear as he ushers you into the cab and he’s all smirks when you let him up your skirt on the ride home

You WILL catch feelings even if you’re the most jaded bitch alive if you spend enough time with him

If you’re the type to run from feelings he will chase you

You’ll be talking to him after sex and he’ll give you that sweet smile when he shows his low-key dimples and your chest starts hurting and you’re like “I gtg”

He will follow you out the door fr

Blow your phone up

Even if he isn’t sure how you feel about him or he feels about he’ll want to make sure you’re ok

Would never ghost you even if you ended things

Would be the type to have a long conversation with you about your feelings

If he fell for you though you’d have to pin him down and talk about it he’d stop calling you as much and try to avoid talking about it

If you tease him about it he’d groan and almost get mad

“You loooove me”

“Shut up you’re dumb ion even like you”

Compliments you when you look nice but it’s lowkey

“Your hair looks good like that” or “your legs are nice you should wear skirts more often”

Suggests you to get serious very casually

“So you’re my girlfriend now, okay? Where do you wanna eat and if you say you don’t care I swear to God”

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[justimajin]

A Wilting Rose╰ Part 5╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Fluff (so much fluff) 

↳ (3.2k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: some swearing, jimin being an adorable bean

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“But why...why does he think of me in such a way?” 

“He wishes the best for you Princess.” 

A soft smile arises on your lips, “The best for me would be to rule the kingdom General, and yet he thinks my future husband would be a better choice.” 

“I am here with you Princess,” He grasps your hand, tugging you closer towards him, “And I will most certainly be there to see you become Queen.” 

He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, lightly caressing your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“CUT!” 

Both you and Jimin instantly sink down, a sigh passing through you when you take the water bottle Namjoon hands you and chug it down instantly. You glance back at Jimin, seeing his cheeks completely flushed and a heavy hand placed just above his heart. 

You tilt your head to the side, amused, “Are you blushing?” 

Jimin jolts, like he hadn’t been expecting you to still be standing there, “I-I’m not used to doing romance yet.” 

“You should get used to it, there’s supposed to be a couple of kissing scenes later on.” 

“K-Kissing scenes? Like on the mouth?” 

“I would hope so.” His eyes widen, “Don’t worry I’ll go easy on you.” A devilish snicker escapes you and suddenly all colour drains from his face as he visibly gulps. 

Ever since Jimin had given you advice the other day and let you watch Taehyung, your acting has improved significantly. You still do have the occasional hiccups though, your expression not being on point, your voice not conveying enough emotion, your real personality suddenly barging in at unexpected times (much to Yoongi’s resentment), but you were able to keep it together. 

Surprisingly, You also find yourself getting closer to Jimin since he had helped you however you weren’t very keen on shedding tears in front of him. 

“Hey.” He turns to you, the blush considerably gone down after he tried fanning himself multiple times and you move your eyes away from his face, “About last time...outside of the restaurant...you know…” 

You sigh and squeeze your eyes from how vague you were being, turning to Jimin to properly explain. However, he softly gazes at you, “What are you talking about?” 

He leans closer to you when you furrow your brows, speaking quietly, “I can’t seem to recall what happened.” 

You just stare at him when he backs away and he sends you a small smile before turning to his stylist to fix his hair. You open your mouth a couple of times, before ultimately deciding to keep it shut as you lower your head. 

“Both of you back to your places!” Yoongi shouts and soon you’re getting back into formation. However, this time you and Jimin have to continue the conversation as he holds you and while for you this was a piece of cake, the same can’t be said for him. 

He almost avoids your eyes, the blush slowly creeping up from his neck and cheeks as the dialogue comes out too broken and scattered - making no sense whatsoever. It also feels weird for you to him to be holding you like this, not because of the actual action, but because of how stiff and uncomfortable his posture was coming off as. 

“CUT!” Yoongi stomps over, telling Jimin exactly what you were seeing as he carefully listens and somberly shakes his head. 

One interesting aspect you had come to learn about Jimin was that he doesn’t just give up. Instead of arguing and retorting back at Yoongi, he simply listens and tries to correct himself, constantly trying to improve until he gets it right. 

And its admirable because it’s considerably far different from what you would do. 

“Action!” 

“You want to see me become Queen?” You widen your eyes a little bit, looking surprised. “But why?” 

“Because I think you can rule this kingdom better than the King has.” He pulls you closer and you try not to react at how Jimin is subtly shaking in your hands. “My only wish is to see you happy Princess.” 

You blush. The suggestive romantic music plays. Jimin continues to hold you. 

However, the pure fantasized scene isn’t what bothers you, but more so how Jimin is trying to hide his severely red cheeks behind your head and only pulls you closer to subdue his shaking. It isn’t in the script, but you still try to make it appear as if he’s trying to control his undying love for you by doing such actions when you lace your arms around him. He jolts, before slowly easing in. 

“CUT!” 

He immediately sighs and relaxes, taking a deep breath when Yoongi runs over to you. “That scene was well done, so there’s no need to film it again. Jimin will have to get used to romantic scenes like this more in the future and Y/N,” He glances at you, “Nice addition at the end there.” 

Jimin glances back at you once Yoongi leaves, “T-Thanks for that.” He points behind him, “Covering up for me.” 

You just shrug, “You gave me some sensible advice last time, consider it to be repaying the favour.” You’re about to head back to your stylist to get changed when Jimin abruptly clasps onto your hand, letting go immediately after realizing what he had done. 

You raise an eyebrow, noticing that you weren’t filming in the particular moment and yet there’s a scarlet hue on his cheeks. “Are you hungry...?” 

You nod. “I was on my way to eat after this, do you want to grab a bite together?” 

Jimin’s eyes instantly light up at your question and he cutely shakes his head as you chuckle. 

“Meet me outside after changing from your costume.” 

“....there shouldn’t be anyone around, I checked the perimeters and think it will be safe for the two of you.” 

“Are you sure?” You ask, currently leaning against your sports car as you talk to Jungkook - who is adorned in his black suit and specialized hearing device attached to his left ear. 

He smiles, “I checked them twice.” 

You cross your arms, a frown on your lips, “Well I want no one finding us this time, so be on my tail and inform me in case you see something.” 

Jungkook nods, moving to secure the car door as you look outside of the set with a sigh. Soon you catch sight of the young actor, dressed in a cozy brown sweater that literally engulfs his form and clad in ripped black jeans. “Y/N!” 

He waves over to you and you give him a subtle nod as a response when he makes his way over to the car. His eyes land onto Jungkook, who is currently speaking through his phone to security and he turns to you, “Who is this?” 

“Jungkook. My trustworthy and capable bodyguard.” You smirk, “Although that last trait is debatable.” 

He sends you a small playful glare, seemingly listening in even as he’s occupied with the phone. “I’m making sure we don’t have any extra visitors like last time.” 

“Oh.” He glances down at his attire, “Should I change…?” 

“There’s no need to.” You pull out two sets of sunglasses and floppy long hats, “These should be enough.” 

A laugh escapes Jimin and he immediately covers his mouth with his sweater paws, afraid you heard him. 

“What?” 

He shakes his head, small giggles leaving his mouth, “I don’t think dressing like that will help us much, but we can try.” Taking a pair of each from you, he places the glasses on the bridge of his nose and the floppy hat lands on his head, “How do I look?” 

You smirk, doing the same, “Like a perfectly disguised Park Jimin.”

Briefly glancing at Jungkook who nods, you set out with Jimin to grab some lunch as Jungkook ensures no one is around you. In case someone does manage to recognize you, there’s a sense of relief that Jungkook will at least be able to handle them so you’re not forced to bear through a large crowd of screaming girls again. 

After a lot of searching, you and Jimin finally find a place (that even you agree with because there aren’t so many people around) and sit down, noticing the waiter give you both an odd look from the matching glasses and hats but ultimately deciding that taking your order and leaving was far more important. 

While you wait, you and Jimin get around to talking quite a bit and soon you’re indulging as to why both of you had even entered the same profession in the first place. 

‘“Have you heard of Song Hyekyo?”

Jimin has his sweater paws placed on the side of his cheeks, tilting his head to the side, “The famous actress? I remember seeing one or two of her movies.” 

“She was my role model growing up. I used to watch her movies and see how she played her characters…” You wave your hands in their air, trying to explain the experience as best as you can, “How she brought life to her characters. It was then that I knew...I wanted to be just like her.” 

Jimin has a loose smile on his lips, eyes softening as he hears you passionately speak about why you chose acting in the end, “But my parents, they were strictly against it. They told me that acting wasn’t an easy career I could pursue and in the end I would just end up failing.” You let out a small sigh, taking a bite of your sandwich, “Sometimes I think they were actually right and I should have just listened to them.”

He frowns at that, putting his hands down, “It’s great that you didn’t listen to them! You’re become such a great actress!” 

“Yeah, so great that Yoongi’s constantly on my ass for this movie.” You take another bite and Jimin clenches his fists, pouting at you. You wonder if he was getting mad from your words, but he dons such a cute expression that you find it incredibly hard to even tell. 

“I don’t think you’re as horrible as you keep thinking you are…your movies, they’re really good. Your acting is amazing to watch.”

You narrow your eyes, lowering your sandwich from your mouth as you lean closer to him, “Why do you sound like you’ve seen them?” 

“W-Well…” He bites his bottom lip, suddenly fixating his stare onto the table, “I’ve seen all of them and you were one of the few actors that inspired me to become one.” 

Your jaw drops down and your sandwich falls onto the table - completely frozen when you just stare at him. 

You never could have imagined that your work could have influenced someone to the point where they would want to become just like you, for someone to have sought out the same career path because you were acting in it. 

Jimin’s brows furrow and he slowly leans towards you, waving around his loose paw, “Y/N?” 

“I-I…” You gulp, “I’m honoured…” 

Jimin smiles at you, to the point where his eyes are submerged underneath his eyelids and his lips are curved into a huge grin, lines creasing the side of them. You on the other hand, attempt to resume eating your sandwich while trying not to make much eye contact and try your hardest to bite back the smile that keeps threatening to grace your own features. 

“It seems like you know your stuff, even though this is the first time you’ve acted.” 

Jimin sheepishly smiles, “Thank you for saying that...but it wasn’t very easy when I was starting off.”

“I grew really desperate. I wanted to act, to make people feel something when they would see me on the big screens, but I constantly got offers for modeling and doing commercials.” You raise a brow, his story somehow feeling vaguely familiar to you. 

“I auditioned so many times that I lost count and I was always rejected. Even if someone told me that I was a good actor during that time, it didn’t matter if I wasn’t passing any auditions.” 

“And that’s when I got a call from Hoseok suddenly one day, that this big director wants to cast me.” 

“I was really, really scared, I mean, you’ve seen Yoongi.” You nod knowingly. 

“But I had no other option, he was the only director willing to case me so I just went for it.” 

“And then…” He covers his cheeks again with his paws, “I found out I was being cast against you and I…” He now covers his face completely and a light laugh escapes you. 

“It does seem like you’ve struggled a lot to get here.” It’s odd, almost, how if you didn’t get this movie then you would just end up searching for another one. Although your reputation was notorious, you would’ve gotten some role with Namjoon’s privileged help and ultimately been acting once again. 

However, this wasn’t the case at all with Jimin. This movie was his only choice and he didn’t miss a heartbeat in taking it right away. You can just feel it - the constant auditioning followed by the multiple rejections, making you wonder why you weren’t good enough for the part and then having to see commercials, posters and even the chosen actor themselves afterwards. 

Swallowing down the bitter pill, that this person was more capable than you and you would probably never be given a chance ever again. 

You gaze at Jimin, eyes now flickering over to him as he happily chews down on his sandwich. He looks just like how you had first saw him - a man with pretty-like features and pure innocence abundantly radiating off of him, but he has so much more to him that you really did miss during your first encounter.

Every rose does have its own hidden petals. 

He places the sandwich down after a couple of bites and packs it away, “You’re not going to eat anymore?” 

At this point you’ve already eaten two and aside from the bites he taken now, Jimin hasn’t really touched any of his food. He softly shakes his head, “I’m not really hungry at the moment.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, but then he changes the topic, “So how do you like the story so far?” 

“Our movie’s story?” He nods, “It’s okay, I didn’t want to do a tragic romance but Namjoon insisted on it. Also the fact that my character is kind of annoying.” 

Jimin chuckles, “What about you? You play the role of the General to the point.” 

“I think the story is nice. I mean, from what I have understood, the General has always liked the Princess from afar and just wants to see her happy, so he isn’t so difficult to play.” 

Jimin drinks a sip from his glass of water as you hum, “You have a good grasp on his character, hopefully tomorrow’s kiss scene goes by smoothly.” 

He instantly chokes, pounding his fist against his chest as he stares at you in pure bewilderment, “T-The kiss scene is tomorrow?!”

You nod, “Yoongi was talking about it today, didn’t he mention it to you?” 

“I must have not been listening....” His gaze turns tense and drops to the ground. 

Your eyes flicker and you grab a napkin to wipe the crumbs from your hands, “Everyone knows the first kiss scene is the hardest for a new actor. Yoongi will probably be more lenient with you tomorrow.” 

Jimin heavily exhales, “I hope so.” 

You frown, staring at him for a mere second before tossing the napkin to the side, “And if he won’t be lenient with you tomorrow, then I will be…” 

Jimin looks to you as you avoid his tender gaze, playing around with the discarded napkin instead. “Thank you.”

You look up sternly for a moment to see his soft smile and immediately you look back down, unknowingly feeling a similar smile tugging on your lips. 

You open the door to be hit with a cold breeze, hurriedly covering your exposed arms and then tugging on a jacket. Jimin is right behind you, closing the door to the food place you were at and being dressed in only his brown ruffled sweater. 

“It’s freezing out here.” You manage to mumble out into the night sky, the temperature just feeling like it was dropping more and more by the minute. 

Jimin just nods, squeezing his eyes shut as he walks you over to your car where Jungkook is waiting for you in your driver’s seat. 

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” You open the door and gesture Jimin to get in, but he shakes his head. 

“I have to meet up with my manager before I go home.” He points with his head as his hands are currently encased within his sweater, “His office is nearby.” 

You have to raise your tone over the sound of the grueling breeze. “I’ll drop you off there then.” 

He begins to slowly back away from you and the car, “I’ll be fine. See you later Y/N!” 

He leaves before you can say anything else to pursue him and you remain standing there in front of the open door. “Y/N get in, it’s really cold outside.” Jungkook softly says, patiently waiting in the driver’s seat. 

With a sigh, you slip inside and shut the door. The engine roars and soon your car is leaving the premises, but outside the window all you can see the chilling breeze of the night and how pitch dark it seems. 

“Jungkook?” He hums. “How much colder is it going to get?” 

“The temperature is expected to drop more into the night.” A knowing smile is on his features as he sees your eyes still glued to the window, “And Hoseok’s office is nearby Y/N, only a short walk away.” 

You tear your eyes away, glancing to see Jungkook smiling at you from the rear mirror. You adjust yourself in your seat, crossing your arms once again. 

“I-I knew that.”

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Christmas 2019: Day 4 - A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas (2011)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Four rounds of sliders!

So, turns out I had the title of this movie wrong, it’s not just A Harold & Kumar Christmas, it’s a 3D Christmas! Which also answers the question of where we go from the second movie, apparently out goes all that racism and in comes just so, so many shots of things flying at the camera.

It’s 2011 by this point, have we not left all this in the past? Hell, they were doing this in House of Wax when I watched that last year and that was back in the 50’s. To their credit, they do poke fun at the whole 3D thing at times, like near the start Harold’s assistant brings in a big ass TV meant as a present for Harold’s father in law. Harold questions if the whole 3D thing hasn’t jumped the shark by now but his assistant disagrees, exclaiming that it’s going to be ‘amazing’ as he points down the camera for emphasis. Harold just dryly asks who he’s looking at.

Harold has been moving up in the world it seems, now a very successful businessman on Wall Street. Unfortunately this comes during the whole ‘Occupy Wallstreet’ movement and the streets outside his office is lined with protesters wanting to eat the rich. Perhaps with a side of eggs which they throw at him by way of the camera lens.

Like a good soldier though, his assistant steps into the line of fire and takes a barrage of eggs to the face. RIP in peace. They have this whole musical sting whilst it’s happening, I feel like this has to be referencing something but I’m not sure what, war movies aren’t my thing.

Harold’s father in law by the way is played by non other than Danny Trejo, which is a rather scary thought. Trying to impress the father in law is bad enough without factoring that into the equation. He’s predisposed to disliking Harold as well given that his mother was killed by a bunch of Korean street thugs when she came over to America.

We learn that in his youth, Mr Perez dreamed of celebrating Christmas with a Christmas tree but would never get his wish. It was only upon reaching America that his mother promised they would have one every year, only for his life to be cut short. That’s why he holds this season and Christmas trees in particular in such high esteem. We also learn that apparently he was born with his moustache, which honestly wouldn’t surprise me with Danny Trejo. Also, someone being viciously murdered by street thugs seems a bit dark for this franchise.

Speaking of facial hair, Kumar is still a layabout bum who got kicked out of medical school for failing a drugs test. I do dig the beard though. Vanessa has left him though and he lives in filth with a neighbor who rents out his bathroom to let homeless people take a shit. So yeah, little bit of a mismatch on how our two heroes lives panned out over the last 7 years. I’m digging the beard though, but he promptly shaves it off under the pretense of trying to finally mature somewhat when he finds out Vanessa is pregnant.

Although, he is a little distracted during this revelation by the unfolding scenes of A Christmas Story and Flick getting his tongue stuck to the flagpole. Clearly an Xbox man as well, seemingly playing some Crackdown and Gears of War recently. This isn’t like that time I kept seeing It’s A Wonderful Life everywhere, is it? I’m not going to start having A Christmas Story pop up in all these movies, am I?

H&K are reuinited for the first time in two years when a package turns up at Kumar’s apartment addressed to Harold, which turns out to be a massive joint. Kumar lights up, only for Harold to play narc and throw it out of the window. Miraciously though, it curves around and flies back in a different window, lighting up Mr Perez’s Christmas tree and nearly burning down the whole house. This only reinforces what a negative influence on Harold’s life Kumar is and it looks like our duo are going their separate ways again. But, this does give us our impetuous for another hour and a half of whacky shenanigans because if Harold doesn’t fix that tree, there’s a good chance Mr Perez might kill him.

So we get the odd foursome of Harold and his new white bread bestie, Todd (and his daughter) and Kumar and his neighbor, Adrian, out on the lookout for a tree. This does lead to perhaps the most racially driven portion of the movie as they head to a tree lot run by two African-American guys trying to do this ‘good cop, bad cop’ thing, the Fat Albert looking guy playing nice and the other wondering what a pair of honkey, cracker, white ass fools are doing coming up in their turf.

Turns out Mr Perez isn’t the only one out to kill Harold though, as the tree search takes them to a party by way of Adrian who has a hookup waiting for him that he met online. She’s a virgin because apparently all the guys at school are scared to go anywhere near her. Adrian realizes that’s because her dad is notorious Ukranian mobster Sergei Katsov. At first I thought this was Chris Meloni making his third outing in the series but no, it’s actually Elias Koteas who was Casey Jones in the Ninja Turtles movies.

After Adrian goes soft upon finding out this information, Mary will settle for anyone at this point and goes to start blowing Harold right in the middle of the party. An inopportune time then for Daddy to come home and find what looks like an Eiffel Tower situation going on.

Even after they barely escape though, the nightmare is far from over as they start tripping and think they’re in the middle of a multi storey evil snowman attack. And, this all takes place in claymation. This is a really awesome scene, the design of the snowman is great and the level of destruction going on is amazing.

I could do without Kumar showing off his clay cock though, I only dread to think how much worse this is in 3D with him waving it about in your face.

Luckily, old buddies Rosenberg and Goldstein are there to shake them out of their bad trip and take them to White Castle to relax. Man, they have a much easier time getting their this time. They’ve clearly learnt from their past experiences. Along with the whole 3D into the camera gimmick, the racism angle has been replaced somewhat with religion, notably here with a whole speech about how Goldstein’s wife had him convert to Christianity and him just going in on those ‘dirty Jew bastards’.

That and the use of his son as a distraction so Harold & Kumar can go steal a tree from a church. ‘Pillow fight in the altar boys room, last one there is a rotten egg!’. Going in on the Catholics as well, I see.

And of course, the big one, the main man JC. Apparently Heaven is like a nightclub and we get the story of how NPH was ushered in the front door following his altercation at the whore house. Only, Jesus didn’t take kindly to NPH macking on his ladies so put in a word to the big man upstairs to send NPH back down to Earth. I mean, it’s not 100% to the letter but I’ll take this as I fucking called it.

The third part of the trifecta of racism replacements in this movie is metaness. There’s a good example here how they call out NPH coming out of the closet in real life, only to reveal that NPH is as big of a poon hound as he’s ever been and this is all just a trick to get the ladies. David Burtka? He’s not his husband, he’s just his dealer!

There’s a couple of other moments like someone referring to Harold as ‘Sulu’ or Adrian saying he lied to Mary and said he was Robert Pattison’s acting coach and that Kumar worked in the White House.

NPH is starring in some big festive stage show and sweet talks one of the dancers back to his dressing room, suggesting she strip down so that he can give her a massage. Hey, it’s cool, we’re all girlfriends here, right? Now just give him a minute so he can squirt some of his special lotion on your back...

He hooks up H&K with a tree from the set but before they can head home, the gangsters catch up with them take them to a secluded part of town for an execution.

But as they make their escape, Harold finds his dick has become stuck to the pole they were tied to. Okay, firstly, between this and Office Chrstimas Party, I’ve seen just about enough dicks to last me til the end of the season. Secondly, maybe this is God’s way of reminding me that I have some unfinished business with A Christmas Story. Sure there was the original and that sequel no one asked for but there is another...

And just in case you forget this is a Christmas movie, Harold inadvertently shoots Santa out of the sky and Kumar has to perform impromptu surgery, because he always does. Santa being played by Richard Riehle who was in Grounded for Life and, relevant to this blog, Chillerama and the Rob Zombie Halloween II. Turns out he was the one who sent Harold the massive joint so that the two of them could reconcile. I never knew Santa cared so much about the friendship of two potheads. I don’t know if he’s a good fit for Santa though, a little too gruff and mean. Doesn’t have the heart of say, an Edmund Gwenn. That could have been an alternate way to do this actually, have a totally sacherine by the numbers Santa that gets corrupted by H&K when they get him to smoke with them, he’s on too much of a bad trip to deliver the toys like normal so it’s up to them to save the day.

I think I would have to put this above the sequel but behind the original in terms of quality. As one note and as fleeting an appearance as he is, the Ukranian gangster somehow feels more of a threat than the entire US government in the second film. Keeping this adventure local again makes it feel much more grounded and there’s just a more light hearted atmosphere to the whole thing when you don’t have that massively racist and oppressive tone pressing down on it.

#Christmas 2019 #Harold & Kumar #A Very Harold & Kumar 3D Christmas

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Lost in Translation

Sam needed a translator for Bucky. It was physically painful to hear him mix modern and outdated slang.  AO3

Sam needed a translator for Bucky. It wasn’t his fault. Hydra always wanted the Asset to fit in, meaning they stuffed his head full of the latest slang every time they pulled him out of cryofreeze. All those phrases were still stuck in his brainpan, manifesting in his speech in bizarre ways.

“Hey man, can I borrow five bucks? I’m fresh outta lettuce.”

Sam had not seen Steve react so violently to something Bucky had said since the last time he told Steve not to jump in the river. Steve’s head spun around like a poltergeist to glare at Bucky.

“What did you say to me?”

“I’m broke?”

Steve vaulted over the couch to hug Bucky hard. Sam was very confused. 

“I haven’t heard anyone say that in seventy years,” Steve sobbed.

“Me too pal,” Bucky frowned. “Don’t know why you gotta have a cow over it.”

“You promised me dinner if I came over tonight,” Sam interrupted the love fest. He got up from the couch and meandered into the kitchen. “What are we having?” 

Sam opened the fridge. There was broccoli, peanut butter, soy sauce, and three apples inside. Clearly it had been Bucky’s turn to shop this week. When Bucky shopped, he wandered the aisles and threw things that looked “interesting” into the cart. There weren’t a lot of recipes that could be made from interesting. 

“How about Bastard Pad Thai?” Bucky suggested. “We got gobs of chicken in the deep freeze.”

Steve groaned from his spot in Bucky’s arms.

Bastard Pad Thai was a homemade recipe with spaghetti noodles, no fish sauce, and broccoli instead of bean sprouts. Bucky claimed it had saved him from starvation once in Siberia. Steve said he’d only eat it if he was on the verge of starvation. 

Bastard Pad Thai won, despite Steve’s complaint. He pouted on the couch. 

“You’re cruising for a bruising,” Bucky threatened him with the sauce spoon. Steve hunkered down further into the couch.

Sam chopped up the broccoli and Bucky stirred the sauce on the stove. It was a comfortable, warm atmosphere of bumping into each other and reaching across for utensils. 

“Am i supposed to put the armoured heifer in the sauce?” Bucky asked, holding up a can of milk. Sam had to take five to wheeze into the pantry.

Steve did penance for his behaviour by doing the dishes. Sam opened his laptop on the coffee table. Bucky crashed onto the couch next to him, crushing Sam with his flesh shoulder. “Whatcha up to, fresher?”

Sam flinched. “Here, read this.” He shoved the computer at Bucky. Bucky leaned forward and read aloud. “Acceptable slang for adults,” he glanced up, eyebrows drawn down. “You don’t like the cut of my jib?”

“That’s not even from an era you’ve lived in,” Sam complained. 

Bucky shrugged. “I heard it in a movie.” He closed the laptop. “I’m not taking criticism from someone who doesn’t know what a   is.”

“Only geriatrics know about   !” 

Bucky shrugged. “Sounds like a you problem.”

Sam ground his teeth and accepted defeat.

The next day they got a call for someone to please go stop Mysterio from blowing up Grand Central Station please. 

Mysterio was standing in the middle of the street on a floating platform, pontificating, when they arrived. 

“In mere moments I will activate my death ray!” Mysterio screamed.

Steve gave the orders, “I’ll go around behind him, get the drop on him. You two keep him occupied, and take out as many henchmen as possible.”

They broke like a football huddle. Steve vanished into the fray.

Sam and Bucky split onto opposite sides of the street, using parked and abandoned cars as cover as they fought their way through the army Mysterio had brought with him.

Sam was gaining on Mysterio’s platform, but it was disorienting when half the henchmen weren’t actually there. Mysterio was the worst. Illusions were cheating, man. Sam almost broke his hand punching a dude who turned out to be smoke and instead hitting the brick wall behind the illusion.

“You got a bunny following you, Sam,” Bucky announced over the comms. “Could be nothin’ but she might ask you to jive.”

Bunny? They were in New York. What was a rabbit doing in the city?

A woman in all green plowed into Sam from behind. 

Bucky swore in Sam’s ear. “I told you to watch her, Sam!”

Oh, so the femme fatale was a bunny? More like a viper, the way she was trying to strangle Sam. 

“Kneel before Madame Hydra!” She screamed. 

No thanks, lady. Sam kneed her in the chest. 

Bucky was suddenly there, pulling the lady off and tossing her aside. He gave Sam a hand up. 

“This isn’t working.” They were just as far from Mysterio as they had been when they started. 

“Just keep going,” Bucky said. “Keep his attention away from Steve.”

Right. Sure. Distract the evil mastermind. If only there was a way to do that that didn’t include being tackled on all sides by guards in tactical gear. Sam wished he had a way to tell which ones were actually worth a punch.

Finally, Mysterio was in view. He looked like a failed science experiment with his dumb fishbowl on his head. Mysterio was tapping away at a screen, likely setting up his death ray. Sam leapt into the knot of henchmen, real and fake. 

Bucky vaulted onto Sam’s left, his metal arm sparking through a holographic henchman. 

“I always feel japped when they’re not real.”

Sam grunted, planting his fist in a real gut. The space between them and Mysterio seemed endless. “We’re not going to make it through this mess in time. Where’s Steve?”

“Hey Mysterio!” Bucky yelled. The villain didn’t turn around. “What’s with the fishbowl, man? Is your face all grody under there? Or is it a fetish thing?”

Distraction. Sam caught on quickly. “Nah, Buck, he’s a space alien freak. He wants to be taken to the mothership or whatever.” Sam called louder as he shoved a henchman aside. “Hate to break it to you, but they stopped doing probes decades ago. You’ll have to get your rocks off some other way.” 

Bucky slammed his metal arm into a guy and actually landed a real punch. Yay!

Mysterio’s shoulders hunched up around his ears. He kept typing away.

Bucky laughed, “Hoo boy, what a laker. Mucho wacko.” 

Sam gave him a side eye. No one gets your dated lingo, Barnes.

Bucky shrugged. It really wasn’t his fault. He tried again. “Mysterio is a scub name anyways. Bet you were a putz your whole life. Bet under that fishbowl you’re a bag face. You dumb hoser.”

Mysterio’s whole being was radiating hatred, but he kept on task. Sam had to give him chops, the guy was focused. It took two words to distract Rhino.

Sam decked another lackey, sending him crashing into a bus bench.

Bucky raced ahead, still shouting. “Why’d you pick a name like Mysterio anyways? You think you’re a magician or something? You a Doctor Strange fanboy? Now there’s someone with choice style. You’re just a wack ameteur. You couldn’t come up with a better illusion if it bit your keister.”

“Shut up!” Mysterio whipped around and blasted an energy ray from his gloves. Bucky ducked behind a parked car. The ray sailed harmlessly by, nowhere near Bucky.

“Hey man, don’t snap your cap. Betcha that wasn’t even real!” Bucky popped his head over the table. “Hey Sam, how much do you want to bet he missed on purpose ‘cause it wasn’t real? Nobody’s that rubbish a shot.”

“Shut up! Shutupshutupshutup!” Maysterio screamed as his rays blasted all over the street. Cars caught fire, glass shattered and rained down. Live lackeys scrambled for cover. Sam didn’t even need to dodge Mysterio’s awful aim. No wonder Spider-man usually took care of this guy. 

Bucky used the onslaught to his advantage, dodging rays as he darted up to Mysterio’s platform. He launched himself up, catching one of Mysterio’s wrists in a death grip. Bucky shattered Mysterio’s fishbowl with the metal arm. 

“You wanna dance?” Bucky growled in his Winter Soldier voice. “Cause I’m a jive bomber.”

“What does that mean?” Msyterio sobbed, his wide eyes too human without his helmet. 

“You don’t want to find out,” Steve stepped up from behind the villain. He kept his stance low and dangerous. “Shut down your program, now.”

It was all easy after that. SHIELD approached once the illusions vanished and took Mysterio away.

Bucky rounded on Steve as Mysterio was loaded into a van. 

“Where you been, punk?”

Steve stared into the middle distance, bewilderment painted all over his face. “There was a giant dinosaur. And then it disappeared.”

Bucky clapped him on the shoulder. “Better luck next time, my dude. Let’s boogie and get some fresh jives before we bug out. Can you dig it?”

Sam’s ears were bleeding. “How many eras are you mixing?” Steve shoved at Bucky. “You’re just doing it on purpose now.”

Bucky’s grin was all the confirmation Sam needed. “You’ve been messing with me?”

Bucky winked.

Oh, this was war.

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Brothers Trust - Chapter 10

STORY SUMMARY: You enter the Brothers Trust contest on a whim, not expecting to win. But what happens when you do?

CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Tom attend the movie premiere for Spider-Man: Far From Home and make your first public appearance as a couple. 

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex. 

WORD COUNT: 1432

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the penultimate chapter! 

Prologue: here

Chapter/Day One: here

Chapter/Day Two: here

Chapter/Day Three: here

Chapter/Day Four: here

Chapter Five: here

Chapter Six: here

Chapter Seven: here

Chapter Eight: here

Chapter Nine: here

Tom is waiting for you when you reach the part of the airport where friends, family, and anyone who hasn’t gone through security can wait for their loved ones. It’s an odd hour of the night so the airport is fairly empty and it doesn’t really matter if people see you two together anyway -- that secret’s already been revealed. You throw yourself into his arms and hug him for a long while.

“You must be so tired,” he says when you finally break apart.

You are. The day has been absolutely exhausting from you being woken up earlier than you anticipated and crying your eyes out. Travel is tiring enough on its own but it’s even worse when you’ve spent the entire day cycling through sadness, anger, and embarrassment.

He takes your hand and guides you out of the airport. He brings you back to his place and you muster up enough energy to pet Tessa when she greets you at the door.

It takes everything you have not to fall asleep in Tom’s shower. You had left a set of sleeping clothes at Tom’s during your stay at the beginning of the year and you change into them, launching yourself into his bed immediately after.

You’re far too tired for sex and neither of you are in a particular sexy mood so you just cuddle with your back pressed to his chest and his arm around you.

“It’s going to be okay,” he says, lips grazing the back of your neck. You attempt to say something in return but you’re just too tired as you fall asleep against him.

You wake up many hours later. Tom has gotten out of bed and Tessa has taken his place. You grab your phone, snuggle close to her, and send a Snapchat to Tom of the two of you. He opens it almost instantly, screenshots it, and appears in the doorway.

“It’s almost noon,” he says, coming around the bed to kiss your cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“Excellently,” you say, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head.

“I know you haven’t been awake for too long but we need to talk about the premiere.” He sits on the bed beside you. “A lot of the fans already know who you are. I’ve seen the comments on your photos -- a lot of people already adore you. But they don’t know you as my girlfriend.”

“I’ve never been to a movie premiere,” you say. “And I’ve certainly never been to one as the leading man’s girlfriend. I don’t know what to do.”

“You just need to be yourself,” he says. “We’ll get you dressed in something nice so we’ll be the hottest duo there. We’ll answer questions, watch the movie, and go home.”

You blink at him. “I don’t exactly have anything to wear to a movie premiere. I left so abruptly that I don’t even have non-movie premiere clothes with me.”

“I’ve got people taking care of that.” He places his hand on your shoulder and trails it down your arm until he’s holding your hand. “I’m making sure that everything is going to go as smoothly as possible. Do you trust me?”

You nod.

“Good.” He lifts your hand up to his mouth and brushes his lips across your knuckles. “We have the rest of today and all of tomorrow to ourselves. What should we do?”

“Stay in bed,” you suggest, pulling him in for a kiss.

The makeover they give you isn’t one that causes you not to be able to recognize yourself in the mirror. In fact, it’s not really a makeover at all -- they’ve just enhanced you. Your eyes look brighter, your skin is smoother, and every hair is falling into place perfectly.

They dress you in a breathtaking outfit. It fits perfectly and you wonder how many people it took to modify the garment to your measurements with just a couple days of notice. The stylists have finished their work and now you’re alone, smoothing the material over your hips in an effort to keep your hands occupied with something when Tom comes in the room.

“They did even better than I expected,” he says, looking you up and down.

“Hmm?”

“I asked them to keep you natural,” he explains. “You’re so beautiful already and I didn’t want to change that. I also picked out what you’re wearing.”

“I didn’t know you had such an eye for fashion.” You step closer to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his stomach, right where his black tie ends. “You look pretty good yourself. I wish you could take me right here.”

He licks his lips. “We’ll have celebratory sex when we get home, promise.”

“What if the premiere doesn’t go well?”

“It will,” he assures you. “But on the off chance that it doesn’t go well, we’ll still have sex. It just won’t be celebratory.”

Tom brought his family along to the event just like he did with the release of Homecoming. Nikki gushes over how beautiful you look and takes a few pictures of you and Tom together.

When it’s time to head over to the venue where the actual movie screening is taking place, Tom helps you into the backseat of a limo and reality suddenly hits you hard when you can see the red carpet out of the tinted windows.

“Oh my god,” you say, curling your fingers into the seats as if to anchor yourself. “I can’t believe this is happening. What the hell. I can’t believe all of this came from me winning a contest.”

He places his hand on your leg and rubs his thumb in circles against your kneecap.

“It’s okay,” he says for what has to be the 250th time that day. “It’ll all be okay. They’ll love you because I--”

The door on Tom’s side slides open, interrupting his sentence. He reluctantly removes his hand from you and gets out, straightening his suit jacket as the cameras start flashing. The driver walks around the vehicle and opens your door for you and you get out as gracefully as possible and join Tom on his side of the limo. His hand settles on your waist and you relax into his touch, smiling as a sea of cameras takes the first “official” photos of you and Tom as a couple.

He goes forward to be interviewed about the movie and his brothers come over to you to keep you company. Harry is teasing you about the more ~scandalous~ photo that was posted in that article when Tom beckons you over.

“Hey, love,” he greets you, wrapping his arm around your waist again. “They’re going to ask questions about us. Is that okay with you?”

You nod.

“Excellent!” The interviewer smiles brightly at you two, microphone clasped between her hands. “So. Y/N, did you expect that this would happen when you got notification that you won the Brothers Trust contest last summer?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, the feeling of Tom’s hand giving you confidence. “The fact that I won the contest is unreal, let alone that I’m dating him now.”

“Aww!” she says. “Tom, what did you think when you saw her for the first time?”

“I thought she was beautiful,” he says. “She still is beautiful.”

You smile at him.

“This isn’t the way we planned to be introduced as a couple to the world,” Tom continues. “But Y/N and I, you know, we roll with the punches. We’ve done seven months of long distance with me filming and her as a full-time student. We can get through anything and the publishing of this tabloid doesn’t really phase us at all. There’s no one else I’d rather go through this situation with because I...” He takes a deep breath. “I love her.”

Your eyes widen at his last three words.

“You’ve never…”

“I know,” he says. “But I mean it. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say.

It’s as if there’s not an interviewer in front of you or over a dozen cameras and god knows how many people looking in your general direction when you go in for a kiss. It’s short and sweet but it’s meaningful and you could just about burst into tears when you pull away and see how Tom is looking at you adoringly and like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Ready to go watch the movie?” He offers you his hand.

You take it in your own and give it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah.”

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Nobody Else

Characters: Dean / Reader

Requested by anonymous:  Can you do one where the reader is hunting with Sam and Dean and they go to the hospital to check the bodies and the doctor and (y/n) tease and flirt with eachother causing Dean to get jealous?

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 1,761

A/N: *whispers* It’s been almost a year... I am SO sorry for being so absent from this blog, I took a break from Supernatural but I recently got back into it so I’m hoping this blog will pick up some momentum again! Feel free to start sending in requests again and I’ll do my best to start posting more frequently :)

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You and the boys were in Alexandria, Virginia. Sam found something that none of you were sure was an actual case, but you were all itching for something to investigate, anyways. Three people’s throats were slit, and their fingers were cut off and found in their stomachs. It sounded pretty odd, even for the three of you, but by this point, you’d volunteer to drive halfway around the world for even less to go off of than this. 

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The bodies of the three victims were being held in the morgue in the hospital’s basement for the time being, and you wanted to see for yourself what you were dealing with. 

“I’ll scan the bodies for any signs of EMF, you two keep the doctor distracted after he explains what happened,” Dean whispered to you and Sam as you all walked down a narrow hallway, following the assistant who was taking you to the morgue. 

“Sounds good,” you nodded, and that was the end of that conversation. 

Once you’d arrived at the morgue, you made your way over to the doctor. He was holding a clipboard in his left hand and frowning a bit at it, but when he heard the three of you walk in, he looked up and smiled. 

“Ah, agents! What can I do for you today?” he asked, and you had to keep your heart from bursting out of his chest. The doctor was fairly young, and he had one of the most boyishly-attractive faces you’d seen in a while. He didn’t look like a baby or anything, he just had this certain hairstyle and a certain gleam in his eye that made him look...young. And you liked it. 

“I’m Agent Mulligan, these are Agents Perry and Dorsey. Can you just explain to us what happened here? Any ideas as to who did this or how it happened?” Sam questioned. 

“Of course,” the doctor nodded. You were standing just far enough away to make out the name “Dr. Griffin” on his name tag. “The victim’s fingers were cut off after they had already died, so that wasn’t used as a torture method or anything like that. Whoever did this used a pretty jagged blade according to the laceration on their necks and by their knuckles where their fingers were cut off.”

“And do you have any idea why someone would do something like this? Are there any suspects?” you wondered, noticing that Dean had begun to scan the bodies for EMF. You were already starting to think of questions to keep Dr. Griffin occupied so that he didn’t see what Dean was doing. 

He shook his head, looking genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, I’ve got no clue.” He didn’t seem to notice your shocked face at his word choice as he continued, “We’re leaving the investigating to the police and, well, you guys.”

You glanced over at Dean and saw that he had finished with two of the bodies but still had one to go. Realizing you needed to buy more time, you decided to roll with the doctor’s flirting. Besides, he was attractive and you were single. What could the harm be?

“Well, how did the fingers get in their stomachs? Did someone just...shove them in there?” you asked, cringing at your word choice. Sam smirked, seemingly catching on to what you were doing, and crossed his arms in amusement. Dean, on the other hand, opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but at the last minute closed it, choosing instead to grumble to himself. 

“Pretty much,” Dr. Griffin answered. “The victims probably would have choked if they were still alive when it happened; not many people can handle anything that big going down their throats.” With that, he gave a small wink, and it took all of your self control to keep from giggling. 

“Ah, I see,” you nodded, pretending to be in deep thought for a moment before adding, “I wonder how much I could take before choking.”

Sam coughed to keep himself from laughing at Dr. Griffin’s suddenly intense stare at you. Dean wasn’t so well-composed. 

“Alright thanks for your time I think we’ve gotta be going now we’ll call if we have any questions have a good day,” he got out in a rush, sending you and Sam a glare that said, “You’d better follow me out of here or you won’t hear the end of it later.”

You left with just a nod in Dr. Griffin’s direction. Play time was over, and now you had a case to work on. You and Sam followed Dean as he stormed back to the Impala. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Hey, you good, man?” you heard Sam quietly ask Dean. You looked out the window, pretending not to hear them. 

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Dean replied, louder than necessary. You winced a bit as you saw him glowering at you from the rear view mirror, and you slid further down in your seat. What was he so upset about?

Later that day in the cheap motel room atmosphere you’d gotten used to since you began hunting with the brothers, the three of you were doing some research to see if anything supernatural was really the cause of this incident. 

“I’m starving,” Sam announced after a good half hour of silence. “Is anyone else hungry? I’ll go pick up some burgers or something.”

You looked up in shock. Sam hardly ever suggested burgers. As soon as you looked over at Dean, though, you knew that he was only doing it to try and get his brother out of whatever funk he’d been in for the past few hours. 

“I’ll just take a bacon cheeseburger,” you said after realizing that Dean wasn’t going to say anything voluntarily. “Dean? Do you want anything?”

“Just get me whatever looks good, Sammy,” he muttered, harshly turning the page in one of the books Sam had found. 

“Alright, I’ll be back,” Sam said as he grabbed his wallet and walked out the door. 

“And then there were two,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Dean didn’t even crack a grin, though, and you figured you’d have to do more than just that.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something tonight, Dean?” you asked. “Anything you want.”

“Nope,” was the only response you got from the man across the room from you. You might have been imagining it, but it seemed that with every passing minute, he was scooting farther and farther away from you. 

“Well,” you tried again, “You wanna crack open a couple beers or something? Take a break from all this research?”

“I’m not really in the mood for socializing right now, y/n, but go ahead and grab me a beer from the fridge while you’re offering.”

So. That’s how this is gonna go down. You slid your chair out loudly from under you and stomped to the fridge, purposefully making as much noise as possible to let Dean know that you were frustrated. After you’d gotten his beer, you slammed it on the table in front of him and just stood there.

Dean looked up at you after realizing that you weren’t going away, and he said, “We’ve got work to do.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you finally exploded, huffing. “What did I do to make you act like such an ass?”

“Hm, I dunno,” Dean said sarcastically as he scooted back in his chair so that he had some room and crossed his arms. “Maybe it was that gross and unnecessary flirting you and Dr. G-spot were doing earlier today.”

Dr. G-spot, you thought. That’s kinda funny. You didn’t let on to your amusement thought as you scoffed, “Oh, you’re one to talk about gross and unnecessary flirting, Mr. I-go-to-the-bar-every-night-and-hook-up-with-the-first-girl-who-looks-at-me.”

“Don’t you turn this around on me,” Dean warned. “This is about you.”

“No, I think this is about you, actually. You’re the one who had such a big problem with me making a couple jokes,” you shot back. “This is something you have to figure out, not me.”

He didn’t say anything after that. He looked over at the book sitting forgotten on the table, but you knew he wasn’t actually reading any of it. You started to feel a bit guilty, wondering if you’d said something that hurt his feelings on accident. Before you could apologize, though, he said, “Don’t flirt with anyone else.” His voice had calmed down from before, and you could sense a feeling of... - what was that, jealousy? - in his voice. 

“Why not?” you asked, wondering if you were right about your suspicions as to how he was feeling. The possibility of him being jealous over you flirting with another guy made your heart beat a bit faster, and it annoyed you to no end because you didn’t know why. 

“Just don’t, y/n,” was your only reply, and it sounded like he was daring you to argue with him on this. You decided you’d had enough conflict for one day and just nodded. So that was the end of that conversation...

...Until later that night after Sam had gone to bed. It was your turn to sleep on the couch, and you couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep. You were laying on your back wide awake, thinking about everything that had happened that day. Your mind wandered from what you could be dealing with on the case to how good your burger was to your earlier conversation with Dean.  You had one question about what he’d said. 

You knew Dean was still awake; you’d memorized what both of the boys’ breathing sounded like when they were sleeping. That sounds creepy, but it’s surprisingly easy to do after spending so many nights in the same motel room as them. Dean’s breathing wasn’t deep enough for him to be asleep yet. 

“What if it’s with you?” you said quietly into the darkness, looking in Dean’s direction even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to see him. 

“What?” he asked, and from his voice you could tell that his face was contorted in confusion. 

You paused for a second before saying, “What if I flirt with you?” 

You were referencing your conversation with Dean when he told you not to flirt with anyone else. He seemed to catch on to this, because with a smirk in his voice, he replied, “Well, now that wouldn’t be so bad.”

A/N: I started doing something new with including the word count and the interactive reader insert, so hopefully they add something to this! Again, sorry for being absent for so long. I promise to make it up to you!

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