#Originally I just had the airpods in mind

[eunoiathewriter]

X. THORPE X F!READER

Sypnosis: This friends with benefits thing does not work. It was not what he had meant for it to become. ( SMUT )

Word Count: 3.2k

Xavier got broken out of his mind by someone smacking his leg lightly. He saw who it was as he looked down from the ladder he was standing on, brush still in hand and airpods still in place with music playing. y/n was just walking past with Ajax by her side and smiled up at him while passing. He did the same before returning to the mural he was working on as his two friends walked out to sit in the courtyard, where all of the other students were.

At first, he did not think all that much about the interaction, once again completely focusing on his work while the song changed to another by the same artist. His mind was empty for a minute or so before something popped inside it. Wait a minute.

Had they been having their arms linked?

Turning away from the mural, his gaze was drawn to the courtyard, which was teeming with students, the majority of whom belonged to one of the five major cliques. Ajax sat with Y/N, slightly away from where he usually sat. The boy sat on top of one of the benches, talking to the girl as she sat where they were supposed to sit. But they were close—so close, closer than he had ever seen Ajax and y/n ever be.

His brow furrowed as he looked at the two. But it seemed as though Ajax had said something funny because y/n were laughing. The way she did it was the same as whenever they were alone, when he would surprisingly put his lips on hers and she'd be surprised. She would laugh lightly before reconnecting their lips, knowing what he wanted.

Or how she acted when she would pull away after a while, as if she was going to abandon him. She would act as if she was no longer into the kiss or something, but as soon as he would kiss her back, a laugh would escape from her before their lips connected again.

Had he missed that she would laugh like that when she was with other people, or was this the first time?

It felt as if just a crack, one singular crack, had appeared in his heart at seeing the interaction. Watching how y/n faked a pout at Ajax before chuckling, much like she did with him those nights when she would have to leave.

"Can't you just stay a little while longer?" He turned his head towards her, as she had just gotten dressed.

"Trust me, I would, your bed is much more comfortable than mine, but Mrs. Thornhill is going to flip on me." y/n stood, picking up her zip-up.

"Oh, come on, it's not like you haven't been able to sneak past her before."

"Yeah, until she caught me a few days ago and said I would get extra homework if it happened again." She looked down at him, picking up the phone that laid on the bed beside him. Curfew was in a few minutes.

"You'll be back in time in just a few minutes." He had been able to grab hold of her wrist. Pulling her towards the bed, his eyes begged for her to stay a few more minutes.

"Aw, you want me to stay?" y/n faked a pout at him before chuckling, causing Xavier to roll his eyes at her and let go of her wrist.

"So you're just going to leave me here?" His tone was playful.

"Yes." y/n grabbed her shoes while walking towards the door. "And I'm going to do homework because, thanks to you, my original plans were ruined."

"Stop acting like you don't enjoy it."

It was all just so stupid. They were this thing—what most would call friends with benefits—only because he chickened out at the last minute. All because once he had taken the shot and kissed her, she had been confused and asked him what that was for. And now here they were, in this thing where they were still just friends.

All because his heart got caught in his throat as he was about to ask the question aloud, and it came out as a question asking if they could have this thing instead. They were friends, but they kissed; they had sex because they knew each other and knew they could get the pleasure they desired. Only that, at least, Xavier wanted more.

For him, it was not just the kisses, makeouts, or sex that he wanted from her. But he was also content to have that with her if it didn't lead anywhere else. He wanted more. Though the kisses, makeouts, and sex were good, there were other parts of it that he wanted more often.

He wanted to be able to just have her rest there beside him, sound asleep and content where she was. All while he could run his fingers along her spine, laying next to her and watching as, even through sleep, her lips would pull into a smile at the contact. It had only happened a few times in the previous months, and he had enjoyed it each time.

He wanted to be able to press kisses to her forehead, nose, cheek, crown of her head, or even just her lips outside of any of their dorms. He wanted to be able to show the world what they had and how happy he was. Xavier didn't want that to stay behind closed doors. He also wanted her to know that every kiss, every compliment, and every time he looked at her was real. It wasn't just a spur of the moment decision or him needing something.

He thought he knew love when he was with Bianca for a while, but it turned out he really never knew how love felt. He'd never felt his heart flutter so much just by being close to someone.

He just wanted it to be different.

With the way she was laughing with Ajax, their conversation going back and forth as he watched made his jaw tighten, turning away from the sight with his lips pressed together tightly. Trying to go back to his mural and telling himself that y/n and Ajax were just friends.

But no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise, it seemed as if there was no way to convince his brain that was not the case. Jealousy was bubbling inside of him.

——

It has not been hard to know that there is something wrong with Xavier. The whole time that y/n had Bern in his dorm, he was quiet. Even though he had schoolwork, he would try to strike up a conversation with her most of the time. But today he had not said anything; really, all he said was "hello" when she came and knocked on his door, making sure no one would see her enter so that they could study.

Their agreement, when it came to things, had been simple. They could come to one another when one needed some release, but of course the other had to be there with it too, and things were not to get awkward between them, which had worked great as they still hung out as normal, and it was at least twice a week that one or the other would need something more.

They never felt awkward when they were together, happy that they still remained close no matter what they were doing. Well, it had worked up until now, apparently.

y/n had just finished writing on an essay, letting out a sigh, and laying her head down on Xavier's bed, then pushing herself to sit up after lying on her stomach for so long. Still, no word had come from Xaviers' mouth as he just sat by the head of his bed, being long done with homework, he had started sketching out of boredom.

She turned around, gathering up her books and computer to put them on the floor before moving to sit beside him at the head of his bed. He glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the sketch, not acknowledging her.

"Is something wrong?" She moved her head to look up at him from the sketch while asking and waiting for an answer.

"No." Xavier shrugged his shoulders at her, unconsciously becoming more hard on the hand as he drew away.

"There's got to be something wrong, you haven't said a single thing for the last hour." y/n pointed this out to him, which made him stop and shake his head.

"It's nothing."

For a moment, she contemplated just stopping asking him what was wrong, seeing as he refused to give her an answer and clearly was in a bad mood. But as she thought a bit more, just laying there beside him and looking up at his face, she could see the slightest bit of hurt in his eyes. This caused y/n to furrow her brows at the green-eyed boy.

"Stop lying. Have I done something?" Her question made him drop his pen, shaking his head, just wanting her to drop it all.

"Why does it matter so much?" Finally he looked down at her, but almost as soon as his eyes met her, he averted them. Why didn't he just ask that question once and everything would be fine?

"Because you're clearly ignoring me, and it makes me worry."

Finally, the last bit of water was filled in the cup as it suddenly flowed over the edge. He slammed his sketchbook shut, hard. It made y/n jump slightly where she lay on his bed. Standing up, he turned. "Maybe you should worry about your fucking boyfriend instead."

She sat up because of the words. Her eyes widening just slightly, her mouth agape, she stared at him. Trying to get out any words, but instead they all just died on her tongue and made her sit there, staring at him for a while while he stared back before scoffing and running a hand through his hair.

"What?" Her eyes were no longer wide, but her brows were furrowed in confusion at him, and it was the only thing she could say.

"You know, that boyfriend of yours you forgot to tell me about that you spent lunch with?" His voice was sarcastic, but inside he felt his stomach turn with jealousy.

It took a good moment to understand. Boyfriend? y/n didn't have a boyfriend. Was he stupid? Had she not made her feelings clear lately? Had those quick kisses on the cheek or forehead before she would leave after sex not been enough? Did he truly think she was only in this for the sex and makeouts? How stupid could a person be?

"Ajax." It was not a question but a try on her part to see how he would react to her saying his name. That had to be who he meant; Ajax and her had spent the entire lunch hour together.

She did get a reaction. He rolled his eyes, looking off to the side while letting out an exasperated sigh. This caused y/n to stand up, eyes wide, just like before, looking at him in disbelief. How in the holy hell did he ever get that idea into his head?

"You think I'm with Ajax?" She slowly started to walk around his bed to the side he was on, studying him for any reaction that would come. Again, all she got was an exasperated sigh.

"Were you planning on just not telling me and keeping leading me on or what?" That last part made Xavier bite his tongue, realising he had just exposed himself by dropping his flailing arm to his side.

"You... you think I'm sleeping with Ajax and that I would just not tell you I was?" She had moved even closer, now standing just about six feet from him.

Xavier did not give her an answer, sitting down on the edge of his bed and only staring at her. He had a hard time looking into her eyes, which hurt, like, actually hurt, that he couldn't even do that.

"You really think I would do that?" Instead of being irritated, her voice was soft. Xavier appeared to have had a realisation because he looked off to the side, slightly embarrassed, and shrugged.

"I was helping him with how to ask Enid out." Finally, the blonde-brunette boy picked his head up, brows knitted together. "Ajax has a crush on Enid, and she likes him too. He wanted help with how to approach her and just stuff like that."

"Oh," He breathed.

"Oh," y/n repeated, moving a little closer again. "Do you think I only agreed to this because it meant I would get sex?"

She motioned between the two of them when saying this; neither of them liked to call it "friends with benefits," as they had both, this whole time, had feelings for one another. Because they both wanted it to be more than it actually was.

There was no answer, so she stepped a bit closer, now standing right in front of where he sat on the bed. It had become such an instinct for Xavier to put his hands on her hips when she stood in front of him like that that he did not think for a moment before doing so. But he still did not look at her, which made her sigh a little.

Leaning in, she connected their lips as she had so many times before, only that this time it meant something much more. It took him by surprise, but he gradually melted into it, his arms looping around her waist and pulling her in closer. Xavier could feel her smile against his lips and her arms around his neck, as he had so many times before.

"Do you really think I would agree to this if I didn't love you?" y/n pulled away for just a second; seeing his eyes lit up made a smile pull at her lips.

"How would I know?" His question came out more as a little joke, with his brows raised in a joking manner.

"Shut up,"

With that, she leaned in, attaching her lips to his jaw. The boy hummed in contentment, leaning his head to the side, and closing his eyes as he felt the familiar sensation. This time, unlike the many times over the past two—maybe three—months, it felt different. It felt more intimate now that he knew she did not have her eyes on anyone else and that she wanted more than what they had.

Slowly pulling away from him, y/n stood back up, his arms still around her waist. In his eyes, she could see that look that he had when he first kissed her. The night when it had happened, instead of confessing, he asked for the whole "friends with benefits" thing.

Their lips met, and without warning Xavier leaned back, pulling y/n with him as he fell back onto the bed. His hands moved from her hips up underneath the shirt she was wearing, feeling her soft skin and running his hands up and down her sides, then slowly moving his hands up and letting them rest right beneath where her bra started. Just keeping a gentle hold of her there.

Pulling away once more, y/n sat up a little, straddling his hips, and her hands lifted the end of his shirt. Xaviers' lips were drawn into a soft smile, his eyes roaming her body shamelessly. "What?"

"I'm just.. taking my time." She explained as he sat up, helping her take his shirt off.

y/n found it difficult not to be flustered once his t-shirt was removed, as she leaned against his bare shoulder, arms around Xaviers neck. Taking this as his chance, Xavier attached his lips to her neck.

Hums, whimpers, and other means of pleasure came from both of them as they switched who was doing what, slowly ending up fully on the bed. Going from him being on top to her being on top, neither of them were in a hurry for anything. Wanting to take their time. Then her shirt went off, and Xavier took his sweet time watching her body, more than he ever had before. It was almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of her—something he had previously considered unacceptable.

It was her turn to be on top now. Her hands tangled in his hair as she deepened their kiss, her legs straddling his lap as his hands affectionately ran up and down her sides. It was now one of his favourites.

It seemed she did not notice it, but slowly she began moving her hips around, trying to get comfortable. Xavier slowly separated his lips from hers, leaning back and groaning at the sensation her movement gave him.

"Stop," He breathed, holding her hips still.

"Something wrong?" Her brows furrowed, scared she'd done something wrong, even if they had done this a multitude of times over the past months.

"No, no. Just... uh, fuck."

Finally, he was done taking his time. He needed her now. He needed to finally get to doing this with her, knowing she was totally into him too. Taking her by surprise as he moved forward, she fell down on the mattress with him above her.

It all then happened so fast—both beings were stripped of their clothes while just staring at one another. This really was different than all the other times they had sex. Truly, this was so much more intimate now that they knew how each other felt.

"You okay?" Xavier asked before doing anything, and her half-lidded eyes and nod told him all he needed.

Her hands reached up to grab his shoulders, the desperate feeling in her stomach finally satisfied as Xavier gave her the pleasure she craved. For a moment, they just stopped to take in the feeling.

Then, with each movement, either one or both of them let out a light moan of pleasure, a groan, or a slightly shaky breath. Their requirements are being met. She drew him closer, clutching him with each of his moments as she revelled in the pleasure he could give her. He knew exactly what pace to maintain; she didn't need to tell him how she wanted it because he had learned and focused on both of them.

The knot in her stomach gradually untied, and her grip on Xavier's shoulder tightened as she felt him push himself to his limit, which came not long after her. He sighed loudly as he relaxed before lying down on top of the girl.

They finally got their breathing back to normal after some silence."You're really daft, you know that right."

"Are we really going to do this now?" Xavier leaned on his elbow after having just rested his head on y/n's shoulder.

"You were jealous," Her voice sang out the words, making his eyes roll.

"So, you're mine now anyway, right?"

"Always has, and you're the only one I want."

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[uluvjay]

This is me fixing this request that I originally messed up on

Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister

Warnings?; Sneaking around, secret relationship,arguing, yelling, mad Jack, crying reader, kissing, getting caught, cursing

Hope you enjoyed anon!

Do not repost my works as your own

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“Z! We can’t do this here, someone’s gonna catch us” I laughed as Trevor pulled me onto the boat to help ‘find his AirPods’

“Baby all I want is a kiss and everyones to busy to even realize I never even had them on the boat” he tried to reassure me.

“Fine but only one kiss, and I mean it Trev” I agreed and let him pull me in by my hips

“Mhm, one kiss” he replied before pressing his lips against mine.

It felt good to finally be able to kiss him, sneaking around wasn’t exactly ideal but we’d been doing it the past three summers so we were used to it. The only difference this summer was we were finally dating instead of just being a summer fling.

“Trevor” I whimpered out as he began to place kisses down my neck and his hands had slipped down to my denim covered ass.

“Z you said a kiss, not a make out” I groaned as I pulled him out of my neck and reattached our lips. He pulled back and was getting ready to reply with a smart-ass comment but got cut off by the sound of my twin brothers voice.

“What the fuck?” I jumped away from Trevor and looked up to see Jack standing on the dock.

“Jack! It’s not what it-“ I tried but he didn’t allow me to finish.

“It’s not what it looks like? Because I’m pretty sure I just seen my best friends head in your neck and his hands gripping your ass” he yelled

“Jack, buddy just let us explain” Trevor said trying to get Jack to listen

“Explain what? How your fucking my sister? How you two have been sneaking around mine and everyone’s backs for god knows how long?” He cursed before turning around and stomping back up to the house.

I quickly got out of the boat and raced behind him, I made it to the back door hot on his heals but he still shut the door in my face.

“Jack please just let me explain” I begged as I made it into the kitchen, where of course everyone that was staying at the house was located.

“I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have to say Y/n! Your my twin sister and he’s my best friend! He knew you were off limits and same goes for you! But here we are with you fucking him” he screamed at me.

“Jack please, we’re not just sleeping together we’re in a relationship so please just let me explain” I was crying now, he was my best friend and I had betrayed his trust and done the one thing they had all asked of me, never date a teammate.

“Oh now your dating? That’s just so much better Y/n, I wish I’d know when we were born that you were going to betray me like this” he spit at me before he stormed out of the kitchen and the front door slammed seconds later.

I just stood there frozen for a moment feeling a swirl of emotions at once, Guilt, Sadness, anger, frustration. I couldn’t help that I had fallen for Trevor, I always tried telling myself no but I couldn’t stay away and there was nothing I could do about it.

“One of you two wanna fill me in?” I heard Quinn asked while pointing between me and Trevor

-

It had been two days since Jack had found out about Trevor and I and he still wasn’t speaking to either one of us. We had filled Quinn and Luke in on the entire situation and exactly how everything between us had began.

Luke didn’t really mind, he said he wished we had let them know sooner but as long as we were happy that’s all that mattered. Quinn was a little upset that we snuck around for so long but was glad that we were happy.

I was currently laying on the couch with Trevor talking about things and what we were gonna do. everyone had gone out to golf so we took the alone time to have a private conversation.

“I understand if you want to break up, I don’t want my feelings for you get in the way of you and your brothers relationship” he spoke and I could hear the sadness in his voice.

“Hey no, we are not breaking up. I finally have you after years of being in love with you and not acting on it. We need to talk to Jack when he’s ready and we can go from there”

I could tell there was more he wanted to say but at the sound of the front door opening he shut his mouth placed a kiss on my head.

“Y/n” I heard Jack call causing me to quickly sit up.

“Yeah?”

“Quinn wants us to talk so let’s go because I’m sick of getting yelled at by him” he grumbled

“Uh okay” I got up and followed him to the back deck.

“Ja-“ I began but he cut me off

“I don’t want some stupid apology just tell me how this relationship started” he spit

“Okay, it started a few summers ago it was just a few kisses the first summer and we both admitted we had feelings for each other but he was going off to Boston in the fall and I was going to New York for school so we decided not to continue. It was the same for the following summer but there was a switch last summer, and saying goodbye was a lot harder that time round so when he was in New York in October he took me to dinner and asked me to be his girlfriend”

He didn’t reply just shook his head and stared out at the lake. My leg was bouncing in anxiety I couldn’t take the silence.

“Jack?” I questioned

He let out a scoff before he stood up and started pacing the deck, “So what your telling me is that my Twin sister and Best friend have been sleeping together behind my back for years and you’ve been dating for eight months?”

“Yeah..”

“I can’t believe this” he laughed and began pacing the deck

“I am really sorry Jack but I love him”

He didn’t reply to me for a while and I didn’t press him, this was a lot for him.

“It’s going to take a long time to get used to this Y/n, you two both betrayed my trust” He said looking at me with watery eyes.

“I know and I don’t expect you to be okay with everything so fast”

He finally came up to me and pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t take the emotions anymore and began sobbing into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Jacky” I cried as I clutched him harder

“As pissed as I am, you can’t help who you fall for Y/n” he said pulled away and wiping my tears.

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[nicolesainz]

kiss kiss bang bang (SV5) - part 2 from “Tricks and champions”

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Author’s note: Thanks to the lovely comments I received from @maverick-mwah the seb one shot will have a second part. I dearly appreciate the love you showed for this fic!

Warnings: smut, minors dni, 18+, age gap, hints of fluff, major daddy issues, aftercare, taking her virginity, its pure porn!

Summary: After the wild ride you had with Seb, the visits at your house don't stop. Especially when your parents aren't home either. This leads Seb to control you since vulnerability has taken over.

My parents decided to fly away to Spain for the week in order to celebrate their anniversary. It's very sweet that my father still deeply cares about mum after all these years of marriage. That's how all couples should be.

People my age, having an empty house like mine, would definitely use it in order to invite friends and party until very early the next morning. Or get fully wasted with a mix of drinks. Which was my original plan. And yet, I don't really regret how things turned out.

The first night being alone sled by lonely and boring. I ordered some food and had a marathon of The Office, followed by a small concert with all of Taylor Swift's songs. In an empty house, almost in the middle of nowhere in Germany, activities are limited. Or so I thought.

"You need to come to the party. Don't be a buzzkill now." My best friend said over the phone as I was cleaning the mess of a room I have. I usually am up for any available party but I just wasn't in the mood. I would rather drink my feelings away than dress up in uncomfortable heels.

"Sorry bae, not in the mood. Plus, I am feeling a bit unwell. Probably was the Chinese food I had last night." This was a lie, obviously. I was perfectly fine, plainly bored.

"Do you want me to come over? Do you need any help girl?" There's an apparent worry in her voice, which I am trying to dodge very quickly.

"Thank you lovely but I will be alright. Go have fun and text me if anything occurs." I reassure her genuinely touched with her worry.

"I will but if you need me for anything I will rush to you. Take care y/n." We exchange our goodbyes and hang up.

It's a very gloomy day and the house is very quiet. Going to this party was probably my only chance to hook up with someone just to remove Sebastian from my thoughts. Which has become impossible after the ride we had two weeks ago.

After the tricks in the circuit, wherever I look, he is there. Either in real life or in my imagination. I imagine him inside the shower with me, in between my thighs, on my bed.

Literally fucking everywhere.

Last week, at the annual Sunday dinner my family hosts with Sebastian, he was caressing my thigh under the table, as he was casually chatting with my father. It was probably a bad idea to wear that short skirt.

I decide to take matters into my own hands and fully clear out my bed, lay a towel, light up some vanilla scented candles and finish the job by myself so I can take off the thought of Sebastian from my mind.

I put on a complication of his 'dirtiest' team radios where he curses every time either in English or German, dropping sexual hints while he is frustrated.

I plug in my AirPods and put the video on replay until I manage to finish. I put some lube on my fingers and start rubbing it against my pussy. The moment Seb's voice echoes inside my ears, I feel a wave of pleasure taking over me, as slight groans come out of my mouth.

Along with Sebastian's voice, I moan some 'fuck'' and 'shit' as I slide and pump my fingers inside my wet self in a faster pace. My womanhood clenches around my fingers although the desperation in my voice shows how needy I am of Sebastian.

"Jesus Seb." I let out during the thought that my fingers are Sebastian's, pushing me to my limits.

I open my eyes slightly only to be met with a blurry figure of a blonde haired man. I was so obsessed with Sebastian that I was hallucinating.

And yet I wasn't.

He was indeed in the room.

Watching me masturbate with the help of his voice.

I panicked instantly and pulled the covers on top of my body, trying to hide from the feeling of embarrassment and Sebastian's gawking eyes that were scanning me from head to toe.

"So when the cats are away, the mice come out and play. Or in your case, simply come." He jokes around with a massive smirk plastered on his face.

"I-it's not what it looks like, I was, uh" I didn't know how to excuse my actions.

"And yet it so is what it looks like." He rolls his eyes but immediately looks back at me, licking his lips.

"Okay fine, you caught me in a vulnerable moment. I have needs but no boyfriend to satisfy me. I would've gone to a party just to release my frustration but better safe than sorry." I don't know why I said all those things to Sebastian but for some reason I open up to him more easily.

Literally and figuratively.

"So it was very difficult for you to think of me, right?" He exclaims but quickly silences himself as the audio from my phone hasn't paused and the cursing is loud and clear.

He looks around the room to see from where this sound is coming from and when he notices I am trying to mute my phone, he grabs it from my hands and takes a lot at the content amused.

"So you were thinking of me. Just not calling me but simply replacing me."

Sebastian kneeled down to my height and removed the covers from my legs. My panties were still wrapped around my thighs and small hints of wetness were apparent. No shame took over me. Which was oddly weird.

"You know I am here for you if you ever need me, baby. For anything." He positions my body right in front of his face, looking me deeply into my eyes with such innocence, yet I knew that none of his following actions were gonna be the same.

"It's not right Sebastian. You're twice my age and a friend of my father's. You are a person I admire, not someone I should be thinking of in that way." That was the moment where I felt truly ashamed of myself but with a few words, Sebastian made me feel like what was going to happen between us is the most right thing in the world.

"Admiring someone doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them or want them in any other way. I know the kind of girl you are, Y/n. You've literally confessed to me your entire love life, pleading for a man that will treat you right and be there for you."

I didn't know if I wanted to cry or smile at his words. I was right there in front of him, spread legs and needy of a mans touch. He barely looked down at my womanhood or removed his eyes from mine. I needed a man who could bring the best of both worlds.

He was right in front of me.

"I need you Seb. Madly. I can't get you out of my head. Help me." I cooed softly, my desperation is clearly showing more than it should.

"All I will ask is, are you willing to let me take care of your need 100% dear? Because there is no going back after that." The fact that he asked me for reassurance and didn't throw himself at me the moment I begged him, proved to me that no man can be like Sebastian.

"I trust you blindly." I put my forehead softly against his and he instantly captures my lips into a soft kiss, full of reassurance, trust and emotion. His hands are on the sides of my thighs, holding against them firmly and climbing on top of my body feeling more of his warmth.

Sebastian's piercing blue eyes focus on the rhythm of my breathing that is being patterned on the mannerism the way by breasts bounce up and down. I can feel myself blushing given that no matter how many men have looked this tensely at me, only he can cause butterflies to my stomach.

With one arm, he removes his t-shirt, revealing a very well fitted 36 year old on whose body I want to lay my hands on and worship like he is a greek god. I softly trace the V-line on top of his belt and the kiss becomes even more tense with a simple touch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me." He mumbles against my lips as he is trying to unbuckle his belt and get rid of the trousers that are hiding from my sight the hardened erection I caused.

"Then show me." I so easily say, yet I don't know the mix of pain and pleasure I am about to experience because of my actions. Sebastian grunts and with my help, his trousers are on the floor and I can feel against my wet unclothed pussy his erected cock.

Sebastian breaks the kiss and stands up, in the process of which he is picking me up as well. My breathing becomes harder as he takes my top off and now we are semi naked in front of each other. Only a few barriers which in a few seconds are gone. I strap off my bra slowly, revealing my breast to his sight.

"You are beautiful. Absolutely mesmerising. My god" he sighs and kneels in front of me. I am absolutely shocked by what he is doing. I feel his hands holding firmly my thighs and in matters of seconds his lips on my pussy, eating me up like a starved man. His tongue flicking against my clit, sending euphoric vibration at my entire body.

"Fuck, Seb" I moan uncontrollably as he keeps feasting on the juices that are covering my womanhood and his jaw. My fingers tangle on his blonde curls, pulling them slightly as I am trying with all my willpower not to crush his face with my trembling thighs.

My head falls back and my moans become louder and louder as Sebastian slowly removes his his mouth from my pussy and slams it against mine, while inserting his index and middle finger inside my wetness.

"So innocent and yet you're clenching around my fingers like a needy whore." His fingers are pumping inside me in quite a fast pace but just the perfect one to send me into fucking oblivion. My fingers are scratching his back like a wild animal.

"I need to cum, Seb, please." I have never begged anyone for anything in my life and yet, another first time of mine had just been ticked off the box with the help of Sebastian. He applies a bit more pressure to my very swollen pussy, by using his thumb to play along with my clit.

"Then do so baby. All over my fingers." The moment he says it, I release immediately along with a tense groan from both of us. God that felt amazing. Sebastian grabs me back, laying me on the bed, knees weaker than wooden sticks but surely needy for more.

"I need you to be fully sure of what is about to happen darling. Allow me?" My heart drops to my stomach with his words. A few minutes ago he was fucking me with his fingers with such ease and now he is asking for permission.

Best of both worlds.

"There is no man on this earth I trust more than you, Seb. Yes, I am fully aware." I reply with a kind smile on my face, reassuring him that he is the only man I need and want.

His lips connect with mine once more, although this time the kiss was more meaningful than anything. It was me showing Sebastian that I trust him with something so sacred and fragile but something I would only want him to have.

His fingers are toying with my nipples while his mouth is occupied with my neck, trying to leave as many hickies humanly possible. I do not mind at all, though I will need many formulas of makeup to hide his mess.

"Can I touch you?" I quietly ask him as he still was wearing his underwear that were trying to hold on his frustrated cock. I was so afraid of asking him such a thing even though it wouldn't be my first time touching a man.

"Your touch is what I am craving." He grabs my hand and places it on top of his edged bulge that wants to be taken care of. Having his confirmation, I remove the barrier, the boxers, in swift movements, with his cock springing out.

I wrap my hands around his erection, feeling the hints of pre cum on the tip, I spread the minimum liquid all over, pumping him slowly and teasingly sliding him through my wet folds, causing him to moan on the crook of my neck.

"Jesus baby. I need you." He blurts out and my excitement reaches extremely high levels. When I feel Seb's body lowering on me, I remove my hands from his cock and hold on against his butt. In very slow movements, Sebastian slides himself inside me, as softly as he can, whilst I am trying to adjust to his size.

Sebastian has filled me up entirely and my pussy has been stretched to its limits. He tried to play safe at first with slow trusts that would help him find my sweet spot. Tears of exhaustion and pleasure were covering my eyes.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into me, pushing my limits to the maximum and earning multiple moans of his name along the way. The room smells sex. The air smells sex. He and I smell like sex.

"Oh my Seb." I moan as if there is no tomorrow, shamelessly, giving him the satisfaction of achieving to make the first time of a woman better than half of the female's population. Not even better. Heavenly good.

"This is for you. All for you my good girl."

#sebastian vettel smut #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel fanfic #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x you

[coconutdays]

Computer Science major! Eren

s. part two! to this original post

w. fem! reader , eren jeager! x reader , fluff! smut! ( im a degenerate i know) im not a full on smut writer its just for the plot T^T

Computer Science major! Eren whose half lidded eyes grow wide and almost spits out his boba when you ask, "is this a date?" on your walk to the art exhibit.

"if...you want it to be." he side eyes you nervously

your mood shifts for a quick second and Eren panics at the change when you say, "doesn't really seem like you want it to be one with a response like that."

Computer Science major! Eren who almost drops his drink to quickly defend himself, "it's a date! it's a date!"

"that's more like it." you nod, cheeks puffing when you take a sip from your boba

Computer Science major! Eren who scrunches his nose in distate when you comment, "to be honest you always intimidated me cause you look like you hate everyone."

"what!?"

"yea the whole zero hours of sleep and always having your airpods in." you giggle

coincidentally he looks even more tired when he raises a finger to say, "okay i get like three hours of sleep."

"which is still bad." you tut, lightly shoving him to make a point

Computer Science major! Eren who shrugs, "i don't mind it. coffee exists."

"so do statistically shorter life spans."

"okay maybe getting like five now sounds nice."

Computer Science major! Eren who trips on his feet when you ask him to take pictures of you with certain paintings you liked. you looked painfully beautiful posing and smiling for him, and he instantly asks you for your number after the fourth painting

"and could you send the pictures i took to me." he adds quietly

"oh. okay." you blush, averting your gaze.

Computer Science major! Eren who you've noticed has tried his best to not touch you the entirety of this date and the observation has you swooning.

Computer Science major! Eren who somehow manages to nick pointer finger on the broken glass on his phone in a rush to take a picture of a cool car that was passing by on the way to drop you off to your dorm.

Computer Science major! Eren who's insisting he doesn't need a bandage when you try rushing him into your dorm at the sight of his very bloody finger.

"no i don't wanna make you uncomfortable in there. it's fine. besides, your rooma-"

"she's out of town at a tennis meet. now let's go inside, you're bleeding like crazy." you drag him inside, noting that the building is hotter than usual and a paper on the common room bulletin board says that the A.C. is getting fixed tomorrow morning.

Computer Science major! Eren who's now sitting on your bed, watching as you take out a first aid kit out from under your bed.

"fuck, it's really hot in here." he says, a rustle of clothes being heard as you get back up and-

oh

Computer Science major! Eren who took his hoodie off and apparently seems to have a centipede tattoo wrapping around his right arm, dissappearing into his short sleeve.

"i didn't know you had a tattoo." you say softly, trying to mask your flushed state at the sight of it while you rummage through the first aid kit for rubbing alcohol and a bandage.

"i got it last year." he says while you take his hand in yours to wipe down his finger.

Computer Science major! Eren who hisses an 'ow' at the sting of the rubbing alcohol and eyes you fondly when you murmur a 'sorry'

Computer Science major! Eren who notes you're basically standing in between his legs, your cleavage right smack in front of his face as you concentrate on placing his bandage on right.

Computer Science major! Eren who touches you without a thought by placing the hand of his tattoo clad arm on your back while you play his nurse.

"you really need to get more sleep." you breathe as you stand up straight and try to avoid his gaze.

"why?"

"you have sex eyes, like the high on sativa sex eyes." you say in a scold, crumpling the used first aid supplies in your hands.

"you don't like it?"

the shift in his energy becomes quite noticeable and it makes you try to bully him.

"what happened to how emberassed you were when you said good girl?" you squint your eyes at him

Computer Science major! Eren whose cheeks flush at the mention of his mistake earlier during day but nonetheless his eyes are still hazy as he looks up at you.

"it slipped my mouth by accident" he rasps, "and i didn't know if you were into me or not."

you lovingly placed your arms around his shoulders, hooking them behind his neck, "well, now you know so you won't be emberassed when it slips out next time."

"next time?" he raises up his eyebrows in interest

"oh i shouldn't say something like that if we're not official." you comment at the realization that a next time isn't set in stone yet.

Computer Science major! Eren who now has both of his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"wanna make it?"

"HUH. but we just met like last week!"

Computer Science major! Eren who cocks his head to the side in a 'really?' way

"doesn't mean i haven't been crushing on you since the semester began." he deadpans, undereyes growing prominent. it was true. and you as well had been crushing on him since the semester began.

"oh." you trail off, feeling your skin grow hot

"i think talking stages are stupid." he shrugs from below you, "if you wanna be exclusive with me just be my girlfriend. so what do you say?"

Computer Science major! Eren whose dumb fucking eyes make you squirm in place as you nod an almost shy 'yes.'

Computer Science major! Eren who gives you a handsomely stupid toothy smile in return.

"great. now i have a reason to chase away Kirstein from you."

"what!? the guy who sits behind you in class?!"

"we're friends, but he thinks you're hot. pisses me off."

you giggle, "and you don't think i am?"

Computer Science major! Eren who pulls you closer to him, "of course i fucking do dumbass."

"you're a mean boyfriend."

Computer Science major! Eren who relishes in the term coming out of your mouth for him, leaning closer to you, "yeah?"

"yeah." you nod

"i can show you mean." he grins, yanking your legs up and placing you on his lap.

Computer Science major! Eren who licks his lips when you try to distract him from the tension adamantly, "i haven't even kissed you yet so i don't know what you mean!"

Computer Science major! Eren who nuzzles his head into your neck, near your ear and breathing, "let me kiss you then."

"eren, i can feel your hard on." you point out nervously

"nothing new." he murmurs, "don't worry about it, i'll do something about it when i get to my place."

"or i could." you trail off

Computer Science major! Eren who starts kissing your neck as he a mutters, " 's all yours to play with then pretty girl, just let me play with you."

Computer Science major! Eren who groans when you guide his hand under your skirt and start unbuckling his belt, letting out a 'fuck' when he feels your hands on his dick to pull him out.

"you're really big." you sigh, squirming when you feel him drag teasing fingers along your panties.

"that's the point." he trails across your jaw, "you'll look cuter with it stuffing your pussy."

Computer Science major! Eren who smiles cockily at the whimper you let out, but it falls apart the moment you spit onto his cock and start thumbing at his tip.

Computer Science major! Eren whose lips are now less than a molecule of air close to yours, begging, "let me kiss you while i play with your pussy baby."

Computer Science major! Eren who rubs your slick all over your slit the moment you needily push your lips onto his, struggling to maintain your composure as you start stroking him.

Computer Science major! Eren who's panting at your touch in unison with you as you whine and moan with his fingers plunging in and out of you.

"im-im close!" you start shaking, unable to keep moving your hands along his girth at the immensily intensifying feeling in your stomach.

"already?" he comments condescendingly, taking the time to lean back and view your fucked out face.

"mhm! mhm!"

Computer Science major! Eren who uses his other hand to rub your clit while the other keeps hitting the one spot that has you grabbing at his shirt harshly.

"come on baby. cum for me."

"look at me. let me see your face when you cum so i can fuck my hand to it later."

Computer Science major! Eren who kisses you through your orgasm, lazily rubbing your clit as you come down from the high and marveling in the sight of you like this.

"i didn't make you cum." you breathe, feeling bad and reaching a hand out to touch him

" 's fine." he moves your hand away and tucks himself back into his pants, "just think of it as something you'll have to repay later."

"you sure ?"

"yeah. don't worry i'll get you back for it."

"oh." you blush

Computer Science major! Eren who's now hugging you close to him, staring at you when it suddenly looks like you've remembered something.

you look at the clock and start panicking, "oh my god it's so late."

"what's wrong about that?"

"you can't go home that late. i'm sorry. you can sleep here if you want."

Computer Science major! Eren who had plans to relieve himself when he got back home doesn't deny your offer, but does ask to use your shower.

"just let me use the shower cutie, i'm gonna go crazy with this hard on." he groans painfully as he stands up

"mhm!"

Computer Science major! Eren who comes back from his shower, grateful he chose to wear sweatpants this morning, and lets you bandage his finger again since it got wet in the shower.

Computer Science major! Eren who complies when you say you want to watch ratatouille and is now hugging you as you both watch a very skilled rat make french cuisine.

"yo."

"hm?"

"wanna be partners for the poly sci group presentation?"

"oh! yea!"

#eren x you #aot #eren fluff #eren jaeger #eren jeager x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x reader #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren smut #eren yaegar #attack on titan #snk

[alltoowelltom]

Hello! I sorta have a request for a story. Can you do one where reader doesnt know anything about Tom Holland and they meet one day on a bus or something? Tom introduces himself and is surprised reader doesnt know him or fangirls over him. They then meet a couple more times and eventually have a decent conversation with eachother. Than reader looks up tom and realizes who he is and is shocked. Ending up to u!!!!:)))) thank u

I'm Spider-Man (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: meeting someone you like is always awkward. especially when she has no idea who you are.

a/n: this request was so cute skjfskfdfj. when i was writing it all i could picture was tom catching my bus and the image was kinda traumatising so i changed it up and set this on the tube, hope u don’t mind! enjoy <3 

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Tom pulls his beanie lower onto his soft curls as he sinks down onto a spare seat. The train carriage was quiet at this time of night, and he only noticed one or two other passengers doing a double take when they spotted him, sighing in relief when neither of them approached to ask for photos or a signature. He connects his AirPods and relaxes into his seat, wishing the train would go faster. All he wanted to do was change out of his jeans and climb into bed after a long day. Just as the train jolted and he began to wish he had just called an Uber like he had originally planned, a flash of movement caught his eye.

You sat a few seats to his left, engrossed in your book and your bookmark had slipped out of your grasp when the train jolted. You hadn’t noticed, too absorbed in the story. The way you sat so peacefully, completely oblivious to the tired London commuters sighing around you made Tom smile slightly, craning his neck to try and read the title. He found himself staring for slightly too long, and a pink blush splashed over his cheeks and the tips of his ears when you felt his gaze and looked up, catching him in the act. 

“Oh-” he mutters, flustered at being caught staring. “I’m sorry, you just- you dropped your bookmark.” he tries to explain, reaching down quickly to pick it up from the ground. As he handed it over your fingertips brushed his and he jolted at the sudden contact. For some reason, he didn’t hate it. It only intrigued him more. 

“Oh thanks,” you smile politely, tucking it firmly into the back cover. You turn back to your book and Tom’s smile falters slightly at your lack of interest. Call him narcissistic, but he’d expected more of a reaction, maybe a squeal or a request for a photo. Finding himself determined not to let the interaction end there, he slides himself across, filling the seat that had sat in between you two. You blink at his sudden movement, and he mentally curses realising you might be uncomfortable with a random stranger getting so close on the tube. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologises quickly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I can move back, if you want.”

You shake your head. 

“Oh no, you’re fine! It’s totally okay.”

Tom smiles awkwardly and gestures towards your book. Apparently he had completely blanked on how to make conversation with another human. 

“What’re you reading?” he asks. 

“Uh, it’s the Time Traveler’s Wife,” you answer. “I’ve only just started but I’m already in love with two of the characters. Kinda trippy though.”

Tom made a mental note to Google it when he got home. 

“That sounds…cool,” he says unsurely. Why couldn’t he form a coherent sentence around you? “Do you read often?” he questions. You shrug. 

“Yeah, I guess I do. Books are super comforting for me. You?” 

Tom blinks for a second, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

“Erm, not really much of a reader, if I’m being honest. Can’t really find the time.”

“Oh.” you nod. “Busy man then?”

Tom looks at you in slight disbelief. Did you really not know who he was? He found this somewhat endearing and found a burst of confidence. He held out his hand. 

“I’m Tom.” 

You reach over and shake it, stomach flipping slightly at his strong grip. 

“Nice to meet you, Tom.”

He looks at you expectantly for a moment. 

“I’d love to be able to put a name to a face as pretty as yours…” he tries to be smooth and flirty, trailing off when he hears how serial killer-y it comes off. He groans. “I’m sorry, that was so bad. To be completely honest with you, you make me super nervous. In a good way!” he adds quickly, looking at the ground just in case a sinkhole has helpfully appeared for him to jump into. 

You giggle, closing your book as the train nears your stop. 

“You make me a little nervous too, Tom. In a good way. I’d love to stay and finish this riveting conversation, but this is me.” you say, standing up as the doors open. 

Tom sighs, giving you a dejected wave. 

“Goodnight, Mystery Train Girl.”

✧

Much to Tom’s dismay, he didn’t see you on the train in the following days. Each evening he hopefully scanned up and down the train, sighing when he caught no sight of you. A full week later on Thursday night when he was just about ready to give up and admit defeat, you appeared. There you sat, nose buried in another book. Tom took a deep breath and prayed he could come across as ‘chill’ as he plopped down in the seat next to you. 

“Long time no see, Mystery Train Girl.”

“Oh, Tom! Hey.” You jumped. 

Tom grins. 

“She remembers me! I take that as a win.”

You shrug. 

“How could I forget the nervous boy who doesn’t read?"

“Well, actually darling,” Tom smirks as he digs into his duffle bag. “I think you’ll find that you are mistaken.” he pulls out a brand new copy of The Time Traveler’s Wife, grinning proudly as he holds it up. His smile falters when he realises it’s in fact not the book you’re reading. “Did you finish it already?” he pouts. 

You laugh at his puppy-like expression. 

“Yeah, I finished a couple days ago. Have you actually started reading?”

Tom looks down at his feet. 

“I actually bought it ‘cause I thought it would be super cute if we read it together.” he admits. “I don’t usually read otherwise, I’m dyslexic and I sometimes use that as an excuse to avoid books altogether. But I wanted to find something in common with you.” He doesn’t look up, too embarrassed and so he misses the reaction on your face. You lean over, knocking your shoulder into his. 

“You’re actually adorable, you know that?”

He perks up, leaning back in his seat as he shrugs. 

“I believe I’ve been told that before.” he says cheekily, and you roll your eyes playfully. 

“Humble, too.”

Tom’s desperate not to let the conversation dwindle out, now that he’s got you smiling. He’s got to find out more. 

“So, now that I’ve basically bared my soul to you,” he starts. “Don’t you think it’s fair I learn something about you?”

You close your book, pretending to contemplate his question. 

“Well what do you want to know, Tom?”

“Your name,” he says simply. “Mystery Train Girl is cool but it doesn’t really flow off the tongue, you know?”

“Y/N,” you giggle. “My name is Y/N.”

Tom grins widely, and your stomach flutters at the crinkles around his eyes. 

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/N.” he says. “So. I can tell you’re not from around here. What brings you to London?”

“Is it that obvious?” you sigh. “I thought I was doing a good job at blending in, being unfriendly and all.”

Tom chuckles, shaking his head. 

“You’re far too kind to an awkward stranger to be from around here. If you had socked me in the nose the second I got close to you, then I’d have believed you.” he joked. 

You subconsciously lean into his side as you laugh, put at ease by his relaxed body language. 

“I moved down here a couple months ago for work,” you explain. “I’m still getting the hang of the big city. Give me a few months and then I’ll be walking around thwacking anyone who breathes near me.”

“In that case, I’m glad to have met you now.” he laughs. 

You smile at each other, simply enjoying each other’s company and the quiet of the evening. Tom recognizes that the train is almost at the stop you got off at last week and he takes a deep breath, putting his hand on your shoulder. 

“Have you been on the London Eye yet?” he asks.

You shake your head. 

“I haven’t really gotten to do all the touristy things yet. Plus I’m not a big fan of heights, so that thing is definitely a no from me.”

Tom gasps. 

“That thing is a classic! I absolutely can’t have my new friend Y/N missing out on an experience. Please let me take you?” 

You shake your head again. 

“Absolutely not.”

Tom pouts, batting his eyelashes. 

“Please? I’ll hold your hand when we go up.” he suggests and you can’t help but laugh at his expression. You’d usually never say yes, but something about this stranger is so inviting, you find yourself relenting. 

“Only if you stop making that face. You look like some kind of troll hooker.”

Tom punches the air in an exaggerated celebration. 

“You won’t regret it, love.” he assures you. “Can I have your number so we can meet up and set a time?”

He hands over his phone and you tap into the contacts app, typing in your name and number and handing it back. 

“You know what?” he says. “I think this phone just became my most valued possession.”

✧

You jump a little as the capsule begins to rise over London. Tom looks over at you and grins. 

“Is it okay if I-” he gestures to your hand shyly, sticking to his word.

You oblige and allow him to take your hand. His grip is firm but gentle and you silently wish he’d never let go. 

“So how’s the view?” he asks, squeezing your hand. 

“It’s gorgeous,” you gush. “You can literally see everything from up here. Look at all the little tiny cars!” you squeal. 

“I have an even more gorgeous view over here,” says Tom. 

You frown, looking at him quizzically. 

“What? But we’re literally looking at the same thing?”

Tom sighs, playfully hiding his face on your shoulder. 

“I meant you, lovie.” he explains quietly and you giggle, wiggling your shoulder to get him to look up at you. 

“Oh,” you laugh. “I’m sorry. I’m a little nervous and I think it’s stopping neurons from firing in my brain.” 

Tom laughs at your wording. 

“It’s okay. I’m nervous too.”

You look at each other for a minute, enjoying each other’s company. Tom steps slightly closer to you, bringing your connected hands to your waist to pull you in slightly. Is he going to-

“Uh, is it okay if I- do you want me to-” Tom gestures to your lips, flushing as he stumbles over his words. You nod shyly, and Tom brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours gently, all the while never letting go of your hand. You hum slightly, leaning in closer to deepen the kiss. Just as you both start to relax, there’s a flash of light. You frown as Tom sighs, seeming annoyed but unsurprised at the interruption. He pulls away and spots the source, two teenage girls holding up their phones. 

“I’m so sorry love,” he whispers to your puzzled expression as one steps forward. 

“Don’t mean to interrupt, Tom, but do you think we could have a photo?” the girl asks boldly. 

He nods and makes to step towards them, fixing a smile on his face that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. A few more people move towards you, forming a small group. What is he, you think, some kind of celebrity? It’s when someone pulls a marker out of their bag and waves it along with a piece of paper in front of his face that you breathe in sharply and drop his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” you say as the London Eye capsule comes to a stop. “I have to- I just have to go.” 

You walk out of the capsule quickly, thankful to be on solid ground again. 

“Wait, lovie!” you hear Tom call out after you but you don’t turn around, only focusing on getting away. You come to a stop at a bench in a relatively secluded area and sit down to collect your thoughts. You felt tricked. Who even was this stranger? You thought you were getting to know Tom Holland, the boy from Kingston who caught the tube on a Thursday night, but had he been lying all along?

Pulling out your phone, you opened Google. Time for some serious internet stalking. You type in ‘Tom Ho’ and the search bar auto fills in the rest. Tom Holland. You scroll down slowly, eyes widening at picture after picture of Tom on red carpets, at events and premieres. You quickly shut off your phone, staring at the ground. This whole time, Spider-Man had been flirting with you? 

The bench creaks slightly as someone sits down next to you. You’ve only met a couple of times, but you can already sense it’s Tom. You don’t say a word as he sighs, fiddling with his hands. 

“I’m sorry.” he says quietly. 

You sniff, looking up at him and his heart sinks at your red eyes. 

“Why did you lie to me, Tom?” you ask. “I feel used, and tricked. It’s awful.”

He sighs again, taking your hand in his and you let him. 

“I didn’t mean to, not at first. I just really liked you, and when you didn’t know who I was, it made me feel normal for a minute. You saw me as someone I haven’t felt like for a long time. Just Tom from Kingston. I wanted it to be just us, without any of the noise that comes with my life now but it backfired. I felt awful lying to you. I mean it when I say I hate being dishonest and it hurt me to lie to you.”

You don’t even know how to reply. 

“I know this is cheeky to ask,” he tries. “But I really like you, Y/N. Do you think we could start over?” he reaches out, offering his hand to shake. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Tom Holland. I’m Spider-Man, and I really like this girl called Y/N.” 

You giggle, taking his hand and shaking it softly. 

“Hi,��� you reply. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I really like this dork called Tom.”

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tysm for reading! reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

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[ladylooch]

What's It Gonna Be? [Mack X David]

A/N: The ask for this blurb disappeared.... what is up with inboxes right now? My stuff disappears on the reg. Idk maybe it is too full. ANYWAYS, the original ask was something along the lines of: When is the next time David and Mack interact after the kiss. So here it is...

The day after their kiss is the first time she hears from Davey outside of a Lucie and Connor interaction. 

Mack is running on the treadmill in her building gym, just about to hit her highest ascent before beginning her cool down. She startles at Siri beginning to read off an unknown number into her AirPods, then her robotic voice shrills out “Hi Mackncheese.” Mack grabs the edges of the treadmill to stay upright. She slaps the stop button, then gradually lets the treadmill die off. 

You decide yet honey 🍯

Mack’s breathing is labored from her 4 mile run along with her surprise at hearing from him. How did he even get her number? She pushes her sweaty hair back into her ponytail, then grabs her phone. She opens her messages, reading his texts over again as a bubble signals he has more to say. She waits, anticipation clinging to her skin like sweat.

Would be so good to ya...

Mack absentmindedly grazes her lips with the tips of her fingers. His kiss left her discombobulated and speechless last night. She has little doubt that David Carlson knows how to treat a woman in the way he is insinuating. But he doesn't need to know that.

You’re confident of that? Mack decides to type back.

The bubble pops up again. 

Wanna play show and tell? All you gotta do is say yes.

Mack smiles down at her phone as she gets off the treadmill. She missteps and falls down. From her back, she closes her eyes in deep embarrassment. Good lord, this man has her all out of sorts. She needs to get her shit together. From her resting place, she sends him a single Emoji: 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hey, I'll take it for today. It’s not a no.

He has sent one text a day since then, all with the same sexy inquisitiveness. Now, it’s Wednesday and Mack finds herself scrolling back into those messages, scanning them over again while lounging on Lucie and Connor's couch.

Make up your mind yet baby? Bed is getting mighty lonely.

You still got that bikini from your Maldives article? Would love to see it in person.

When do you wanna come over? Got this great spot for you to sit on… 

Mackncheese, your time is running out. What have you decided?

The last one was from today and Mack still doesn’t have an answer for him. She is still attempting to catch up with these new feelings for him. She’s tried to reason the feelings away, insist they aren’t there, smother them out, but nothing is working. She finally had to come to the conclusion that they were real and she needed to sort them out before anything went further. 

David is everything Mack thought she hated in men. He is decisive, rugged, fights people on the ice, sarcastic as hell, and his endless teasing makes her eye twitch on the regular. She likes soft men. Men who read poetry and appreciate the arts and don’t mind sitting in a coffee shop for hours on end. David always has to be doing something. He’s either running around with Stella or helping Lucie in the kitchen or looking over Mack’s shoulder while she tries to formulate the outline for her next article. He’s too much and worst of all, he never lets Mack fade into the background when he is around. 

This would never work. 

Except, he’s the only one who sees her, clearly and unflinchingly. 

“Auntie? Can I have McDonald’s for dinner?” Mack blinks to come out of her thoughts.

“Your mom has chicken nuggets for you.”

“Yeah, gluten free.” Stella whines. “I want the crispy ones from McDonald’s.” Mack looks at her standing there, contemplating. Lucie didn’t say they couldn’t go out for dinner. She just said there was chicken nuggets in the freezer. If Mack’s being honest, McDonald’s chicken nuggets with buffalo and ranch sound really good.

“Only if you say I’m your favorite aunt.”

“You’re my favorite aunt.”

“You like me better than Uncle Lee?”

“No!” Stella laughs, then bites her lip, little shoulders quaking up and down. 

“What! You are such a stinker, Stell!” Mack laughs. 

“He brings McDonalds without me asking. Just shows up with it!” 

“We call that a suck up. He is buying your love.”

“And it’s working.” Mack claps her hand over her chest and howls with laughter. Stella is such a hoot. She always knows how to make Mack laugh.

“Let’s go sassy pants. Get some boots on, it was snowing earlier.”

Mack and Stella bundle up for the three walk block down the street to grab french fries, chicken nuggets, and a Sprite for each of them. Mack opens the door to let them out. They both startle when they see a tall figure on the other side of the door, fist raised, poised to knock. Stella catches on first.

“Davey!” Stella yells excitedly, launching into him. She headbutts him directly in the junk and he coughs out in pain. 

“Ooo. Hi Stell.” He says tightly, hand coming to grip himself over his zipper. “Ow.” He hisses air in through his teeth.

“Maybe you shouldn’t hover in people’s doorways.” Mack shrugs, stepping out of the apartment. She turns with the key, flipping the lock then turns back to the hallway. Mack gasps at how tightly David is crowding her space. She has to tilt her head all the way back to see his face.

“Got an answer for me?” He whispers, lips poised only a foot from her lips. She drags her top teeth over bottom lip. Her chest puffs out, feeling dizzy at the assault of his scent and masculine energy hovering over her.

“Is that why you’re here?” She wonders.

“No, I’m here to watch Stell.” He smirks, thinking it's cute that she thinks he came up to bug her.

“I’m here watching Stell? Lucie and Connor left an hour ago.” He furrows his brows in confusion, mustache pursing out with his top lip. He tilts his head to the side.

“Oh…” He trails off, then looks over his shoulder at Stella. “I guess you win again, Mackncheese.” 

“What? A night of watching TV dictated by a child? Lucky me.” He chuckles. 

“Over-under on how many times you’re watching the Little Mermaid?”

“I’m taking the under.” She laughs, then puts the keys in her purse. David shoves his hands in his worn, jean pockets, still not giving her much space. He is dressed in an olive green sweater that highlights the deepness of his emerald eyes.

“Where you going?” He asks.

“McDonalds!!!” Stell yells, coming back up to them. “You can come with us!”

“Oh… he probably has other-"

“Sweet! What are we getting?!” David answers before Mack can finish. She sighs heavily. Now that Stella is involved, there is no way David is not coming.

“Chicken nuggets!”

“Chicken nuggets?! Is that all you eat!? Gonna stunt your growth? Gonna be like the little runt piglets on my farm."

“Yeah!” She cheers, then slides her little hand in his big paw. “Go, go, go!”

She forces her body almost completely forward trying to pull him. He grips her tighter to keep her upright, then begins to walk. Mack stands there, dumbfounded at what is happening. How does he get invited along to everything? She watches her niece skip excitedly down to the elevator with David, admiring the way his strong arm easily supports and monitors every leap of Stella into the air. When she stumbles once, he catches her completely, like a constant safety net.They’re all the way to the elevator before they notice she isn’t with them.

“What’s it gonna be Mack?” David asks.

Mack knows he is talking about more than this McDonald’s run.

#mackdavid au #we are going to build on this

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (pt.1)

A Matty Healy Fanfiction

cw: nightmare, boring plot set up (I promise Matty comes in, pls bear w me)

Chapter 1

I woke up shivering. Sweating. Stomach-churning. Sitting up and shaking my head, I grabbed the book from my nightstand and started reading to distract myself before I could register what I had dreamt and let the tears that had welled up in my sleep fall. I knew the pattern well and I wasn't going to let it ruin yet another morning. Thankfully these dreams happened less often than they used to, maybe once or twice a month now, yet somehow they never seemed to upset me any less.

After a few minutes of reading, I picked up my phone- 48 minutes until my alarm was meant to go off. 

Well, I guess it could've been worse. I sighed to myself. 

Trying to ignore my exhaustion, both emotional and physical, I tore off my sheets and hopped out of bed to start my day. 

Shuffling into the bathroom in my oversized sleeping shirt and thick knit socks, I turned the tap on and plugged the sink, letting the water pool. Splashing water on my face I tried to shake off the sleep that still bogged down my mind. 

The dreams definitely didn't help much with my terrible sleep schedule, though they weren't always the cause of it. I'd always struggled with sleep, ever since I was a child. I was always an anxious kid growing up which led to countless restless nights. I'd gotten better as I'd grown older, but my recurring nightmare set me back into my old habit of staying up too late and waking up too early. Unfortunately, it's something I've grown accustomed to.

As I looked up at myself in the mirror, I saw two green eyes with dark circles under them staring back at me. My dark brown curly shag haircut was messy from the tossing and turning in my bed, the ends dripping wet from the water I'd splashed on my face. 

Suddenly I wasn't there anymore, my vision was replaced with a flashback to my dream, black eyes staring back at me. 

Gone as quickly as it appeared, I once again stared back into my own green eyes, now filled with panic. I dove back into the basin to splash more water on my face. 

I took a deep breath and turned back into my bedroom. Determined to not let my recurring nightmare dictate the rest of my day, I decided I would treat myself. Today I would put on my favourite clothes, do up my hair and makeup and take myself to my new favourite coffee shop.

I opened up the door to the beautiful handpainted wardrobe I'd just bought last week and began to sift through all the hanging fabrics. Picking out my favourite jeans and a long sleeve shirt, I closed the door to my wardrobe and stepped back to admire my new apartment.

I had just moved to London a month ago for a six-month-long residency at an art gallery. I had been shocked when I was first offered it but jumped on the opportunity immediately. A six-month trip to London with free housing and endless hours to work on my art? It was a dream come true. 

The housing that the gallery supplied me with wasn't anything extravagant, but it was definitely charming. My apartment was on the top floor of a three-story walk-up, boasting giant slanting windows that brightened the single-room apartment even on the gloomiest of London days. I had found various charming vintage pieces of furniture and art to spruce up the bland basics I'd originally been supplied with, and it had finally started to feel like a home away from home. 

As I glanced one last time into the full-length mirror, I admired my outfit. My vintage light-wash perfectly worn-in Levi's fit me like a glove, and my new beige fitted long-sleeve mock neck looked effortlessly sexy, the semi-sheer knit material showing my black bralette in a casually immodest way. After I put my thin black sunglasses over my now brown smokey eyes and slid on my black vintage cowboy boots, I popped my AirPods in as I locked my apartment door.

Singing along to the opening lyric of an upbeat playlist, I started to get excited about my little trip to the coffee shop. I had just discovered it last week, finding out that they sold what I believed to be the best cookies I'd ever had in my life. Noticing the sun peaking through spotty clouds, I quickened my step down the stairs into the tube as I decided I'd take my coffee and cookie to a park to finish my book and maybe draw up some new ideas for pieces to make. 

Twenty minutes later I found myself saying "I'll have three cookies please" to the friendly barista, trying and failing to not blush at the fact that I knew that the extra two cookies I was buying for later wouldn't even make it home. 

Excited that they hadn't run out of cookies yet, I stood at the counter, humming and letting my toes tap along to the music in my ears while I waited for my iced latte. Considering how my day had started, I was positively chipper. 

I had already begun to daydream about some new pieces I wanted to sketch out as I stepped out the door of the coffee shop. I was about to turn to walk towards the park when suddenly something slammed into me and I lost my footing, falling straight to the ground. 

Disoriented, I gasped for breath as the air had been knocked out of me. Looking around to see what had hit me, I was met with a pair of chocolate-coloured eyes. 

"Oh fuck! I am so sorry! Are you okay, darlin'?" the eyes asked me earnestly.

I opened my mouth to answer yes before I noticed the searing pain that engulfed my entire chest. 

I winced, and then, I blacked out.

#matty healy #matty the 1975 #at their very best #trumanblack #the 1975 #fanfic #fanfiction #tenderness #tender #lovers #romantic #meet cute #boyfriend #bfiafl

[azucarmorena97]

Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.5)

Pt.4 || Pt.6

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

Recap: The day is only halfway over, but your body feels so tired- as though all the stress that your mind wouldn't let you feel earlier has just flooded back to you. You need a nap- afterall, you're grabbing dinner with your fiance's family later.

You sit in front of your computer, Zoom call already started on your end; you're just waiting for your parents to log into the meeting. You're nervous but expectant; you know they're going to chew you out, but you're ready for it. At the end of the day, what's done is done. You hear the ding of the notification that they're in the waiting room. With a sigh, you click to let them in. It takes a moment to connect, but when it does, you see a close up of your dad's forehead as he struggles to figure out how to use the Zoom, with your mom right behind him trying to coach. It's a miracle someone so business savvy to be so hopeless at technology. If it weren't for you being angry at them right now, you'd say they looked adorable. "Can you hear me?" You ask. "There, there- it's done," Your mom says, lightly hitting him on his shoulder to get him to sit down.

"H-How are you guys?" You ask, trying your best to sound casual. Your mom gives a tired smile, while your dad gives you, what seems to be, the silent treatment, "We're better now that we finally get to talk to you face to face," She leans forward a bit. "We?" You ask, glancing at your dad, "Doesn't seem like everybody on this call wants to be here." "Oh stop, we both want to be here. We miss you. We were just worried about the deal falling through and not being able to see the arrangement go the way we wanted it to." "Well, the deal went well. Far better than it would have if I'd used that original contract. I hope you both understand why I had to take things into my own hands." She nods slowly, "We...understand." We. We. We. "Dad? Is there anything you want to say?" He looks at you for a moment, and then crosses his arms and looks away. You purse your lips and nod, "Well, then there's nothing more to really say then, is there?" "Y/n-" Your mom begins to try to plead with you to stay but you're already putting your airpods back into the case, "I've got stuff to do before I go to dinner with the Jeon's. I'll text you later, mom." She looks genuinely sad, but you can't afford to let this call ruin the rest of your day, so you simply exit the meeting and slam your laptop closed.

You pull up to the restaurant in the black car they'd sent for you, and as soon as you step out, you're in awe at the amount of people out and about. Lights everywhere, laughter, shouting- it's so much more alive than during the day. This location was such a good investment for the Jeons. You sling your mini purse over your shoulder and walk inside to the host's station. "Welcome to Juniper Two, do you have a reservation?" He asks. "Uhm yes, I'm with the Jeon party." "Ah yes, Mr.Jungkook has been expecting you. Right this way," He says, beginning to walk you to the back area where the tables are. Jungkook? He leads you to a table tucked away in a small corner, and there he is: sitting all alone, elbows on the table and playing with a piece of plastic, presumably from the straw in his drink. "Mr.Jungkook, your guest has arrived." Jungkook turns and he immediately stands to bow- though he does so in such an abrupt way, that he bangs his legs against the table, causing for everyone in your section to look over. You can see the blush in his cheeks as he bows profusely and apologetically, and you stifle a laugh. "Hello, Y/n," He says, looking a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. "Hello, Jungkook." "May I take your coat, Ma'am?" The host asks. You nod, "Yes, please." You slide it off with minimal effort, revealing a red dress with a slightly plunging sweatheart neckline, showing only the right amount of cleavage for what was supposed to be a family dinner. The host takes your coat and then pushes the chair in after you. "Are your parents running late?" You ask, leaning back in the chair. "Uhm, no- they won't be joining us at all tonight." "Oh?" "They thought it might be a good idea for us to...get to know each other better," He says, seeming quite different than the past few days: less aloof and more shifty. It's almost like it being just the two of you has him feeling...nervous. "Oh," You say, feeling slightly nervous yourself now. Way to apply the pressure. He nods slowly, "So..." "So..." You both sit in silence for almost an entire minute, trying so hard to think of what to say but it's like your own nerves are grabbing you by the throat and making it impossible. Finally, the waiter arrives with waters and it's almost like you both sigh in relief that there's something to distract you from the deafening silence. "Good evening, my name is Jimin, I'll be your server this evening. Will you be interested in hearing tonight's wine recommendations for tonight?" "Yes," You and Jungkook both say in unison, trying to delay making conversation just a bit longer. Jimin reads over the list of wines and then you motion toward Jungkook for him to pick since you're not much of a drinker yourself. He orders the wine as well as the appetizers, and then you're back to the silence.

After another minute, you can't take it anymore, "Okay, this is weird." He lets out a deep breath, "Super weird." "I just feel like it's like- a lot." He nods, "Yeah. I- I told my parents they should've come. I told them." "Well, it's not that- I think we just gotta start small, you know?" "What do you mean?" He asks, furrowing his brows. "Like...okay, what's your favorite color?" He scoffs, "You're asking me my favorite color? What are we, five?" "Just answer the question," You glare at him. "Black," He says without even a second's thought. "Black? Ugh, how boring." "Hey, you can't judge my answer- it's against the rules." "Rules? This isn't a game, there are no rules." "There are. It's like in school; there are no wrong answers. It's the rule," He says with a shrug. You snort and roll your eyes, "Alright, fine." "What's your favorite color? Dookie brown?" He asks, laughing slightly at his own stupid joke. "'Dookie brown? Now who's the five year old? My favorite color is..." You think for a moment, "pink." This time, he's the one to scoff, "Pink? Of all the colors for a girl to pick- don't you think pink is a little, you know, on the nose?" "Okay, and...? So I like to be cliche some times- sue me. And anyway, you just broke the rules." "I thought there were no rules," He says smugly, raising an eyebrow though you ignore him completely. "Alright next question-" You begin to say, though he interrupts you, "Hey, hey, hey- it's my turn." "No it isn't- you asked me what my favorite color is." "No, you asked me that, but you have to provide your answer as well. It's the second rule." "Okay, fine," You laugh. "What is your greatest phobia?" "Heights." "Damn, didn't even have to think about it, did you?" "Nope. Even on the way over to Korea, I felt queasy just glancing out of the window." "Wuss. Flying is easy work." "Okay then, what's your phobia, Mr.Tough Guy?" "I'd say the only thing I'm afraid of- with scientific backing, might I add- is a microwave." There's a moment of silence as you register what he's just said. You need the time to process it because you're not sure he really just said something so goofy. "Microwaves," You echo, an incredulous tone in your voice, "And I'm the wuss?" You burst out laughing.

An hour so goes by and you've both gotten halfway through you food and almost an entire bottle of wine. You're laughing, cracking jokes, keeping it lighthearted and it really feels like the night is turning out to be quite pleasant- which you never thought you'd say about time spent with Jungkook. "Alright, how old were you when you had your first boyfriend?" He asks, raising a brow at you. You take another sip of your wine, cheeks getting hot from embarrassment. You have always hated this question... "Pass." He blinks a few times, "Pass? Like, you pass the question?" You nod, giving a sheepish smile. "Nope. Against the rules," He says, crossing his arms. "Oh, come on- enough with the rules." "Nope, without rules there is no rhyme or reason- it'll be chaos," He says exaggeratedly, "And besides, if we're literally gonna be married, I have to know this question." "This question, specifically?" You scoff. "Yup, quite important information. Might be on the test," He shrugs. You swish the last bit of wine in your mouth before finally swallowing, "Alright, I...I've never... I've never had a boyfriend."

For a moment, there's only silence as Jungkook is now the one to process your answer. "Never?" "Nope," You laugh nervously. "But how?" He asks. "What do you mean how?" "I mean, you're educated, successful, pretty-" It's like the words catch in his throat as he says them, because he abruptly stops talking, but his mouth hangs open. You smirk, "Go on, don't stop." "I- I- don't start getting a big head," His face flushes and he immediately reaches for his wine glass. You laugh, "It's not that I can't get a boyfriend, it's that I... I never wanted to get attached to anyone, because of..." You trail off, though he nods his head, knowing exactly what you're referring to, "I just never wanted to hurt anyone or to get hurt, myself, when it would have to end." "I...I understand." "Have you ever?" "Oh yeah, like seven of 'em." Of course. "Any of them serious?" You ask, the picture you'd seen of him and that model girl, Lisa, pops into your mind. He whirls the wine in his glass and looks away, "Nah, none of them." You narrow your eyes at him, taking in his avoidant expression. You know he's lying but you decide not to press. He stretches out, his long arms seeming to never end as he reaches upward. You check the time and figure he's probably going to end dinner here. "You wanna go take a walk to get dessert?" He asks. He's caught you by surprise with his invitation, though it's definitely a pleasant surprise. "Sure."

The distance from the restaurant to the ice cream parlor is only a short walk away. The air is nice and cool, which is perfect because you've completely forgotten your coat at the restaurant. "You'll love this place, it's great," He says excitedly. It's a cute, tiny-house looking parlor: pretty flowers planted alongside it, with a walk-up window for customers where a short line is already formed. The atmosphere is quite nice, string of outdoor lights hang over an area with wooden picnic tables. You approach the line that is now only one person long. "Which flavor are you getting?" You ask. "Red bean. It is, hands down, the best ice cream flavor." You purse your lips, "Agree to disagree." "Agree to disagree? Are you insane? I'm almost willing to bet you're gonna order something super basic like 'cookies and cream'," He scoffs, mimicking a high-pitched female voice. "Try mint-chip." "Mint chip? That's somehow worse." "Next!"

You carry your ice cream cones to one of the nearby tables, sitting across from each other, and it isn't until you settle in that you realize that his ice cream is almost finished. "Dude, it's been two minutes since we got these- how are you already almost finished?" You ask, your full cone still looking perfectly round after a few licks. He shrugs, "I'm just a fast eater, I guess." He then proceeds to take a bite of the ice cream. You're horrified. "You bite your ice cream?" "You don't?" He asks. "I'm not a monster, Jungkook." "Oh shut up," He laughs. Another silence falls, though it's much different from the silence from earlier when you'd first sat down at dinner; it's a comfortable silence, like when you'd sat together at the bar that night. "Did your dad threaten bodily harm on you when my dad told him about the contract changes?" "No," You laugh, "I mean, he isn't speaking to me right now. but that's about it." You feel a little sting in your heart at the thought. "How do you feel about that?" He asks, his face falling slowly from a smile to a more serious expression. You think for a moment, contemplating whether or not to answer honestly. "I'm fine," You shrug. "You're lying." "I'm not- Okay, fine. I am. I just...I don't know how to talk about that." "About what? Your parents?" "Yeah..." "Me either," He sighs, "I could write books about the multitude of issues I have with them." "Same... I just...don't really know where the issues came from, I mean- we used to be so close and then it's like, once I hit my teen years, he got more and more..." "Distant?" He finishes. You nod. "Yeah...seems to be a common theme in both our dad's personalities, huh?" He snorts, taking a bite of his cone. "Guess that's why they're besties," You sigh. "Do you think maybe your dad-" Jungkook begins, though he's interrupted by a male voice coming up from behind you. "Jungkook!"

You both turn to see a tall, slender, dark-haired guy coming up to your table. Jungkook's face goes from fairly relaxed to visibly more tense. "Jungkook-a, where you been at?" They say, giving each other that lazy handshake that all 'bros' do. "Eh, you know. Been here and there," Jungkook says. "And how is this?" The guy asks, a sly smile growing on his face. "This? This is- this is my- my uhm," Jungkook struggles to get the words out. Understandably so, as it feels strange to call each other anything other than your first names, at this point in time- though it does bother you just a tiny bit. "I"m Y/n, nice to meet you...?" "Seokjin. Kim Seokjin," He says, swiftly grabbing your hand and giving the back of it a kiss, "at you service." Jungkook rolls his eyes, an annoyed expression visible to you even behind his fake smile. "What are you up to tonight, Jin," Jungkook asks, his feeble attempts at conversation working, though only on Seokjin. "You know me, always out on the prowl," He smiles, glancing at you once more. It's in that moment that you smell it- the distant aroma of booze, masked under whatever cologne this guy's wearing. "Are you drunk?" Jungkook asks, face twisting slightly in disapproval. "Not at all. Just a little...buzzed, is all." Right after he says this, he stumbles slightly, "Buzzed, my ass," Jungkook sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Aw, don't do it," Seokjin whines, though it's lost on you as to why. "I have to." "Aw man," Literal tears start to fall out of his eyes. What the hell is happening?

Only about ten minutes go by, and a black car is pulling up at the curb by where you're all sitting. Seokjin has been leaning on Jungkook's shoulder, switching back and forth between mumbling and crying. The door to the car swings open, and out steps a very beautiful woman: heart-shaped face, shapely legs, and long hair draped over her shoulder like some kind of Rapunzel. These girls only exist in music videos, how is this even possible? "Jin! Get your ass in the car, right now!" The woman yells. "I'm sorry baby," Seokjin cries. "Don't 'I'm sorry' me. Get inside." "Rosie, baby, please. I wasn't gonna do anything, I promise. I was just having a little fun." "Like I believe that crock of shit," She scoffs. By this point, everyone's looking over at all four of you, though Jungkook seems completely unfazed. Almost like he's used to this. Seokjin looks like a lamb headed for slaughter as he walks over to the car and gets in. She slams his door shut and then walks over to where you and Jin are. "Thanks for letting me know," She says to Jungkook with a sigh. She sees you standing next to him, but just looks you up and down without a word- like she's sizing you up. You're immediately on guard, staring her down right back. "No problem," He says simply, "Don't bring him to my party." "Oh stop Jungkook, he's my boyfriend. I can't not bring him- he won't get fucked up." "Yes he will, and I'm not having him puking on people like he did on New Years." "He won't drink. I'll make sure of it," She says, about to turn around though before she does, she turns to look at Jungkook, "Oh, and Lisa says for you to text her back," She glances at you and you swear you see a smirk on her face. Jungkook doesn't respond; just looks away with a lazy nod.

When you both sit back down, Jungkook is quiet- like he's lost in thought. "So...who's Lisa?" You ask, pretending to be completely oblivious. "She's...just a mutual friend between Rosé and I." Again, it seems like a topic he'd rather avoid. "Alrighty..." You say, pursing your lips. "You don't with your ice cream?" He asks, pointing to your now half-eaten cone. "Oh, yeah." He takes it and walks over to thee trash can nearby. "Ready to go?" "Yeah, I am." You're not sure what happened but the vibe is different. Completely off from what it was before Seokjin walked up earlier. "We'll take the sam car- I'm staying at the hotel tonight," He says. You nod, "Alright."

Initially, the car ride is quiet too, though after only a few minutes, it seems like Jungkook loosens up again. "So, what's the verdict?" He asks. You furrow your brows, "On...?" "On me. Am I...marriage material," He smirks. You chuckle, "Oh, we'll have to keep seeing about that." "Will we, now?" He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a little pink box with a very pretty white bow. "What's this?" You ask. "Just open it," He says with a gentle smile, handing you the box. You swallow hard, taking it from his hand and slowly removing the lid. Why is your heart beating so fast?

When you finally see what's inside, you gasp. Sat in a little white cushion is a delicate gold ring, an oval cut diamond in the center with smaller diamons surrounding it. It might just be the most beautiful ring you've ever seen. "Am I marriage material now?" He asks, his expression soft as he watches you admire the ring. "Jungkook- where did you get this?" "It was my grandmother's ring. You look at him, "Jungkook, I can't accept this. This is too- too grand. A family heirloom," You protest. He shakes his head, "It's nothing, really. My parents saved it for me for when I get married, and we're already pretty much there. And I...didn't feel right not giving you an engagement ring." You could cry, honestly. It's beautiful and completely unexprected. "Thank you so much, Jungkook. I- I really do love it."

After twenty minutes, you pull up to the hotel, both of you stepping out of the car and walking into the lobby. Inside the elevator, you turn to him, "I had a nice time, Mr.Jeon." "I did too...Mrs.Jeon," He says, and for some insane reason, hearing him call you that sends your stomach doing flips. You look away, hiding your blush, though he doesn't seem to notice. When you finally pull up to your floor, you both step out of the elevator, though he stays standing just outside of it. "Alright, well...good night," You say, giving him a sort of awkward wave, to which he laughs, "Good night, Y/n." You walk down to the end of the hall and when you approach your door, you slide the card key in. When you look back, you see he's still standing there, watching to make sure you're in. You wave once more, and he nods and heads into the elevator, and then you close your door behind you.

Once inside, you feel almost like you're floating on a cloud. You look down at your hand and can't help but smile. Oh, how easy it is to get carried away and forget that none of this organic....but is it so bad to dream?

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

"Somethin' In The Way You Make Me Move" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Eddie catches his producer singing a rather sensual song, he wonders if she has anyone in mind as she's singing. Turns out, she did—Eddie.

Pairing: Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Producer!Reader

Word Count: 2,683

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) slightly protected piv sex (pls wrap b4 u tap or u'll die), Reader is on the pill tho, creampie, mentions of handjobs, mentions of oral both!receiving, NICKNAMES OUT THE WAZOO (princess, doll, baby doll, pretty girl), lots of teasing from both parties but mainly Eddie because he's an ass, lmk if i missed anything!!!

Extra Notes: having to repost because i found out the link is broken 🤪

Based On: a conversation me and @rupsmorge had

Originally Written: 02/04/2023 through 02/05/2023

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

"Alright, boys. I think we're good!" you said into the microphone. "If we need any more takes, I'll call you."

The four men emerged from the recording booth, sweat dripping down their foreheads from the precision they'd put into playing their respective instruments the best they ever had. Eddie, the oldest and prettiest (in your opinion), had been playing the hardest, and you couldn't say you didn't notice.

You constantly noticed him. How could you not? From the way he called you "doll" to the way he was constantly finding reasons to brush against you, he made it well known that he noticed you, so how could you not do the same?

The four muttered some form of a goodbye (Eddie's accompanied by a wink) before making their way out of the studio. You stood from your seat, making sure you were alone before sliding one Airpod in and beginning to clean up your equipment.

You'd almost finished cleaning up all your things during the first song, but when Spotify decided to play "move!" by NIKI, you worked a little slower, wanting to savor your favorite song.

"Maybe it's the way that," you sang along, swaying your hips as you continued to gather your things. You waltzed into the recording booth, feeling every word you sang, "you make me wanna lay back."

You had barely finished the first verse when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Oh, God, please don't be my boss.

"I was just coming to retrieve my jacket but I see you're singin' about me again," an all-too-familiar, deep voice said behind you.

You slid your Airpod out of your ear and into its case before clearing your own throat. "Eddie…" you managed to say, swallowing down a hard lump in the back of your throat.

He grabbed his coat from the chair where he'd left it, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Who were you singing about, anyway? You got a boyfriend I don't know about?" he smirked as he stepped into the recording room.

You swallowed again, shaking your head.

His hands landed on his hips. "So you were singing about me?"

With the roll of your eyes, you scoffed. "In your dreams, Munson. Just because you're a big, popular rockstar now doesn't mean I want you too."

His hand flew to your wrist, pulling you closer. You can't say it didn't make your stomach turn, in a good way of course. He eyed you up and down, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You think I don't notice the way you bat your eyelashes when you compliment my guitar skills? Or when I hit certain notes when I'm singing?"

He pulled away, chuckling deep. "I bet those are notes you wish only you could make me hit."

Your breathing hitched, and he smirked again. "I'm not too far off, am I?"

You tried to find some way to discreetly cover how your thighs were starting to clamp together. But Eddie being Eddie, he noticed immediately. "I knew it," was all he said, watching as your thighs clenched around nothing.

You slowly shook your head in response to his previous question. "I bet you say the same things about me," you uttered, slightly impressed by your sudden boldness. "I bet there's so many sounds you wish I'd make only for you."

He chuckled, brushing a loose hair away from your cheek. "I'd love to hear them. If you ever wanted to show me, that is."

You casually glanced down, noticing the tent forming in the front of his jeans. You placed a hand on his chest, toying with the collar of his black flannel. "No, I think I wanna hear all the noises you can make first."

His lips crashed into yours, and almost habitually, your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the wall, your back arching away from it as his lips moved to the crook of your neck.

He chuckled as he sucked hard on your neck, a bruise was sure to appear the next morning. He pulled away for a beat, smirking. "I think I wanna hear your noises first."

"Too bad," you sighed, sliding your hand down to the bulge in his pants, "you're gonna make all those handsome noises for me first."

He sucked in a groan, his pride overcoming him. "What was that first line of that song you were singing?" he said, diving back into your neck. You bit your lip, hiding a moan, and he rolled his eyes. "Somethin' about laying back?"

"Uh-huh," you managed. "The way that you make me wanna lay back," you corrected him.

"Is that what you want? Or were you just singing along?"

You nodded before placing your lips back on his. An opened mouth kiss, leading to your tongue slipping into his mouth, savoring the taste of the peppermint tea he'd been drinking earlier.

He picked you up once again before turning and crouching down to his knees, lying you flat on the floor of the studio. His hands moved to his buckle, but you stopped him with a, "Wait…"

You took a moment to savor him like this: those brown eyes you loved so much looking down at you with lust, his arms flexed in that tight, red flannel he wore all the damn time, his hand that had moved from his belt to grip the fat of your waist. You gave him a small smile, and he knew. It was your way of saying, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Your attention went back to the buckle of his black, leather belt. "Can I?" you practically begged, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops.

He nodded slowly, and you were a little too eager to reach for the metal fastening. He toyed at your pants' button as you slid down his jeans, your eyes widening at how pretty the thatch of his happy trail was. You hooked a finger into his boxers, pulling him out promptly, sighing deeply at how nice he felt in your hand. You ran a thumb over the tip, going glassy-eyed at the sight of how pretty and pink and big he was.

"Shit, princess," he grunted, and you smirked. You'd won. "Putting those fingers to good use. Good to know they're good for more than just hitting buttons on a computer."

You stroked down the length of it, letting out a short breath. "Oh, I can't wait to show you all the things these fingers can do."

"Next time, princess," he told you, pulling your pants down the rest of the way. "Need to be in you right now."

His hands made quick work of your blouse, tossing it aside and pulling your tits out of your bra. One of your hands was still settled on his dick while the other tugged at his flannel. "Take it off, please?" you nearly whined. But you couldn't help yourself. You needed a perfect view of the white tee shirt beneath it and how it clung to his inked biceps. Needed it, like air to breathe.

He slid it off agonizingly slow before moving his palms back to your chest. His thumbs massaged small circles on the buds, finally eliciting a mewl from your lips.

"That's it, pretty girl," he whispered. "Make all those sweet noises you've been saving for me."

Your attention moved back to his cock, pulling him toward your entrance. You slid the mushroom tip against your folds, biting down on your lip to hide a moan.

He took control, moving your hands away from his cock. He slid in easily, prompting him to groan, "Oh, shit. You always this wet?"

You shook your head, managing to whimper out a weak, "Only for you." Your teeth clamped down your bottom lip, you were surprised you didn't taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hands flew to his biceps, digging crescent moons into the rose tattoo inked on his left arm. He slid further in, the stretch already feeling so nice that your lips had fallen into an open "o" shape.

"Fuck, Eddie, please," you whimpered, "need a sec to adjust."

He chuckled, causing his cock to move inside you, and eliciting a moan from your lips. "Aww, is it too big for your greedy, little hole?" he faked a pout, his bottom lip puckering outward.

Your hips bucked slightly, catching him off guard. "You're a dick, Eddie Munson."

"No, but I have one. And from the looks of it," he paused, grinding further down, causing your lips to fall back to their previous "o" state, "you're looking forward to milking it dry, hmm? Aren't you, pretty girl?"

You didn't move, you weren't sure you could. He pushed down further, finally reaching the hilt. When you didn't answer, one of his hands moved to your cheek, pulling your face to look at him. "You should probably answer me, doll. I could just as easily pull out and finish this myself as I pushed in."

You nodded weakly, earning you a scoff from the man above you. "Use your words, baby," he instructed, slightly pulling himself out of you.

You whimpered from the friction and the small, empty feeling of him not completely filling you up anymore. You nodded again with a whine, your eyes squeezing shut as he slid almost the entire way out.

He continued pulling out, which finally got you to form words. "Yesyesyes, Eddie," you cried out, your hips lifting from the floor, in search of that full feeling again. "Can't wait to be cock-drunk on y-"

"Eddie!" Jeff and Gareth called out as they entered the building again.

Eddie's hand flew to your mouth, giving you an expression of seriousness. He bent down, leaving a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear those noises you reserved for me, now, would we?" he whispered.

Your eyes widened, but you nodded in response. Your hands landed on his chest, softly running your fingertips over his nipples. Two can play at that game, Munson. His head fell back as he let out a silent, deep breath, his grasp on your hip tightening.

"Where the hell is he?" Gareth asked.

Eddie hips ground into yours, a chuckle threatening to fall from his lips. You let out a soft mmm behind his palm, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of their sockets as he wriggled inside you.

"Guys, his jacket's gone. He's probably just already left for the restaurant," Grant said, sounding the most level-headed of the three.

Eddie slammed down hard, his balls slapping against your ass, your eyes widening and your teeth grinding together. He thrusted again, hitting your G-spot, and it took all the willpower you had to not scream with pleasure.

After a moment, you heard the door close again and you waited a good thirty seconds before removing his hand from your mouth. "I hate you."

"Yeah, but you love my dick, don't you?"

He thrusted again, and he knew you were close by the way you gasped when his balls hit your ass again.

One of his hands flew to your mound, rubbing quick circles at your clit. "Come on, you know you need to."

"N-Never," you told him. "G-Gonna make you c-cum first."

"When did this become a competition, baby doll?" He quirked a brow, rubbing your clit harder.

"The second you walked in here and said you wanted to hear all the noises I could make for you."

Your veins burned with every movement, your eyes screwing tightly shut as his other hand played with your nipple. "Come on, pretty baby," he whispered. "Need to see those beautiful eyes."

You forced your eyes open as the coil in your stomach started to snap. Your pussy clenched around him, causing his dick to twitch.

"Fuck, princess," he moaned, slamming into you, "I might cum first if you keep that up."

"That's the plan," you smirked, pulling his hand away from your mound and up to your mouth, sliding his index finger through your lips. You tasted sweet on your tongue, but not nearly as sweet as you imagined he would taste.

"Uh-uh," he tutted in disapproval, removing his opposite hand from your boob and down to your clit to replace the other one.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the recording booth, and you were the snap of a finger away from your orgasm. You clenched around his length again, making him groan gutturally.

"Fuck- OK, do I need to pull out?" he asked.

Your eyes widened, both from the twitch of his dick and his question. "And have my boss asking why there's a mysterious stain on the floor? I'd rather take my chances."

"Are you-"

"I'm on the pill, scout's honor."

One last roll of your hips and you both came undone. Ropes of thick cum shot through you as your walls spasmed around him, your chest heaving and dripping sweat as you chased your high.

The air was a mixture of Eddie's "fuckfuckfuck!" and your "hhnnnngggh, Eddie!" as you both came down from your highs. He slowly pulled out of you, and whimper after whimper escaped your lips. You both lay there, limp, side-by-side, the air becoming thick with heavy breaths.

After a minute or two, Eddie reached for his flannel, cleaning you up with soft circles on your core so as to not overstimulate you. When you started to wince, he cooed, "I'm sorry, doll. Gotta make sure you get all cleaned up though."

You reached down, swiping up a stray drop of his cum that had landed on your stomach. You licked it off your thumb, savoring the tiniest taste of his essence.

"Shit, you trying to make me hard all over again?" he chuckled, pulling your pants back up to your hips.

"Needed to at least see what you taste like. Since you won't let me suck you off," you pouted, eyelashes batting just like he'd talked about earlier.

"In due time, princess," he smiled, pulling his jacket on. "But I wanna taste you first."

"No fair! Why do you get to go first?" you asked, pulling your shirt back on.

He helped you up out of the floor before pulling you in for a soft, distracting kiss. His hands rested lightly on your butt, giving it a small squeeze, earning him a soft squeak from you. When he pulled away, a grin appeared on his lips, a cheeky grin. "Because I made you cum first. It's only fair I get to taste you first too. Think of it as my reward."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, slapping a hand across his chest. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Munson. But the way I saw it, it was definitely the other way around."

"Oh, you little-"

Suddenly, the door burst open again. Gareth and Jeff stood with expressions of aggravation wiped across their faces. "Where the hell have you been, Eddie?" Gareth asked, his hands tight on his waist.

Eddie grabbed your laptop bag before turning to face only you, giving you a wink. He turned back to the boys, a mischievous tone settling on his tongue. "I was just helping her move."

You swallowed hard, thinking of a cover up. Sure, that may have not sounded like an innuendo to anyone else, but it did to you. You racked your brain, searched and searched and-

"She's moving offices so I offered to help her carry some things upstairs," he said, his tone calm and even.

"Well, we've been waiting for you for like fifteen minutes. We're starving."

"You two are so stupid. You could've just grabbed something to eat without me."

With an eye roll (and some under-their-breath mutters), the two walked out of the studio for a final time, leaving you alone with Eddie once again.

"You know, doll," he said with a wink, "I'd be happy to help you move again any time you need it."

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[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

When you leave, I cry on the inside

★ Chapter 4 of 15, 3733 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: alcohol consumption

<< 3

28 November, 2018

The train ride felt excruciatingly long.

Cate and Este sat facing each other in their seats, talking occasionally, but Cate was busy on her laptop and Este had her nose tucked into a book. 

“I’m getting sick of riding the train to London, to be honest,” complained Cate. Este removed her left Airpod to listen to her. “It feels like it moves slower every time I’m on it.”

She had been coming into London a handful of times a month for work, and since it was so much busier than her hometown, it gave her constant headaches. The company she worked for had a branch of offices in Manchester, where Cate was hired, but it was based in London; so, a particular merch collection forced her to travel down much more often than she wanted to. But, she was just as excited as Este to be at the album release show; so she didn’t mind being in the city this time around.

Matty graciously offered Este to bring a friend, so of course, her flatmate was tagging along. He sent her a couple messages to let her know that her and Cate’s name would be on the guest list. Other than those few to let Este in on the details of the concert, not many words had been shared between the two since he’d been over to her flat. Little time had passed, and Este knew Matty would be super busy with the album release, so she didn't feel the need to reach out. Even though she finished reading You Are Here earlier in the week and surprisingly found it really eye opening and worth the read.

“Just remember, in an hour or so we’ll be all warm and cosy in my nan’s house. And she’ll be force feeding us a bunch of food,” Este reminded her. “Plus, my granddad finally got his hearing aids fixed so you won’t have to repeat everything you say until he understands it!”

Cate laughed and continued clicking away on her laptop while responding. “Are you sure they’re okay with us staying there? We could’ve easily just booked a hotel, I don’t want to be intruding.”

“Seriously, they love hosting guests. They’d never feel like we were intruding. I haven’t visited overnight in a while too, so I’m sure they’ll enjoy the company,” Este assured her.

Continuing in and out of conversation, they drowned their ears in music through their headphones. Then, the journey came to a close, and they rifled through the bodies in the underground to head over to Florencia and José’s house. The elderly couple welcomed them with open arms and, like Este assumed, immediately fed them a hearty dinner. José, Este’s grandfather, sat in his usual spot on their leather reclining chair to face the television while Florencia and the two girls sat at the dining room table. Both had full stomachs.

“What are you two in town for again? A show?” Florencia asked, struggling to remember what Este had explained over the phone.

“Yeah, a concert. It’s Matty’s band, actually. You remember Matty, right?” she posed, although she was sure her nan remembered him. When calling her about coming down to London, Este brought up the fact that she was his nurse back in 2011 and even sent the photo her way. Florencia fully gushed about how wonderful he was—showing pure excitement that they’d managed to meet again years later in a Starbucks, and that he’d  met her granddaughter. Este recalls her using the words ‘a fine young man’ to describe him.

“Oh yes, of course! You know, you should invite him to the party in February. I think he’d enjoy himself.”

Cate and Este both laughed at the craziness of her suggestion. They had been extensively planning her and José’s 50th wedding anniversary celebration—the party Flo was referring to. It was a dinner and dance event with a program, a DJ, and the works. Most things Florencia mentioned as of late had all somehow looped back around to be about the party, so José was used to it. It was practically a second wedding.

“Lola, he’ll be touring next year. I don’t think he’ll have the time to come to your party,” Este said, a laugh still evident in her voice.

Her grandmother shrugged. “Doesn’t hurt to ask, anak. He can be your date.”

Este went red and covered her face with her hands.

“I thought I was supposed to be your date?!” Cate joked.

They finished helping Florencia clean up in the kitchen and then went up to the room they were sharing, picking their outfits for the following night. Both Este and Cate only brought a couple of options, as their bags were quite small for the two-night stay. 

“Fuck, I should’ve brought that red top with the stars,” complained Cate. “That would go so well with these pants.”

Este felt like they were in school again, deciding what to wear before a night out and emptying all of their garments onto the floor. They continued the ritual, holding up various pieces up to their bodies to try and build ideas. But, Este’s phone buzzed just as they were coming to a decision.

[este.manansala]: trumanblack: Doors are at 7 tomorrow btw, so if you show up around then security will take you back so you can have a drink and meet the others before the show :) If u want to!

Cate took a second to read the notification on Este’s phone and then looked up at her. “He’s inviting us backstage for drinks before the show?”

Figuring that standing at side stage would require going back there anyway, Este wasn’t too shocked. Spending time with Matty in person let her come to terms with how aggressively human he truly was, and him reaching out and inviting them to the show helped distract her from the irrational insecurity that their friendship didn't mean anything to him.

“Yeah, I guess. He did say that there was room at the side of the stage for ‘friends and family’, so I assumed we’d be back there,” she responded casually.

“I feel like we might need to put more thought into these outfits now.”

✴ 29 November, 2018

The two of them did not consider the long queue of girls that would be inevitably waiting to be let into the venue. Too considerate to cut to the front, which they were most likely allowed to do, Este and Cate shivered in the cold winter air. It was moving fast, thankfully, since everyone was hurrying to get a good spot; so after repeatedly standing and then shuffling forward, they got to the front.

“Um, I think I’m on the list. Este Manansala?” she asked the bouncer nervously, insecure that the girls behind them could hear her and would judge them for holding up the line. He looked over to another man with a clipboard, who scanned his eyes over his list and then nodded at the girls. A ‘thanks’ was thrown from the smiling girls to the bouncer and the people who let them in, before a security guard welcomed them into the rooms further into the club.

Este’s hands were clammy as they walked up to the door that had a small ‘The 1975’ sign on the front, aware of the fact that they were about to be socialising with heaps of new people. Cate followed behind her as they entered, seeing a couple of black leather couches and small coffee tables. There was a bar along the back wall with various bottles of liquor and a stack of glass cups. Buzzing conversation filled the room as people mingled familiarly, some lounged on the furniture and others standing in small circles. They decided to quietly keep to themselves until anyone approached them, standing together at a tall cocktail table.

Matty’s fingers fought with the curls framing his face as he pushed them away, chatting casually with his brother. When their conversation phased out slowly, he found himself scanning the room—seemingly at the perfect time—as his eyes caught Este’s brown ones.

Slightly nervous, he shot her a smile and observed the redhead standing with her. That must be Cate, he thought to himself. Matty weaved his way around each small exchange happening between the handful of people in the room, and finally reached the two girls.

“Este,” he said with a sigh of relief, happy that she’d shown. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

She grinned and welcomed him in for a hug. “I’m so glad to be able to see the show,” said Este as they broke apart, Matty casually embracing Cate after she continued. “This is my best friend, Cate.”

“Lovely to meet you,” started Matty. “Este's told me you do graphic design?”

The conversation immediately took off as he and Cate delved into topics surrounding her job and its artistic components. He was knowledgeable about the subject and had an awfully distinct taste, directly referencing certain movements or time periods that stood as inspiration for the art he made. Cate appreciated Matty’s efforts to get to know her style and to understand the drive behind her career, even showing him examples of her previous work.

Then, a man so tall they had to tilt their heads upwards to look at him approached. Matty’s eyes lit up as he appeared, excited for Ross to meet them. “Oh mate—these are my friends Este and Cate. From Manchester,”

“Ross,” he introduced himself, looking at each of them and smiling. “How do you guys know each other?”

Este made eye contact with Matty. He raised his eyebrows, encouraging her to explain instead of him. “I work at a book shop in Manchester that Matty comes into whenever he’s in town, so since then we’ve kind of started our own two-person book club over Instagram DMs! Which is, now that I say it, probably the lamest explanation I could have possibly chosen,” she said, embarrassed, scratching her temple.

“Please never call our friendship a ‘book club’ ever again. That's horrible,” Matty defended. “I’d hope that by now it’s more than that,” he said, making goosebumps raise on Este's arms. “Her nan was also my nurse when I got my gallbladder removed.” 

The bluntness in his voice made Este and Cate giggle, Ross clearly used to his antics. “Cool story, mate,” he responded sarcastically. “Can we hear more about that one surgery you had like ten years ago? We’re all dying to know!”

“First of all, it was only seven years ago. Second of all, shut the fuck up,” Matty corrected.

Small talk circled the four of them as Este and Cate got to know Ross and vice versa. Hearing the familiar name while eavesdropping from one of the couches adjacent to the group, George butted in loudly, already slightly buzzed. “You’re Este?”

Another gigantic man presented himself and hung on Este’s right shoulder. “Yeah,” she said, confused about how he knew her. “And this is Cate, my best friend.”

“Nice to meet you. George,” he said. “I heard the spiel about that book you told Matty to read on the plane a while back. And I’ve got to say, you seem lovely, but that book sounded really fucking weird.”

Este went on to try and defend it, but the rest of the group went on to tease her playfully. Matty eventually dragged Adam over to them as well, the girls finally meeting the entirety of the band behind their dance anthem of late May. These people feel warm and fuzzy, thought Este. They’re the real deal. Her eyes rarely left Matty, though.

The group setting allowed her to study him discreetly, appreciating the recognisable inflections in his speech and casual stage outfit hanging on his body. His ability to completely immerse himself into a point he’d like to make, going on without caring how long it would take to get there. It was peculiar that those traits on other people seemed mundane—but for Matty, they were just reasons for Este to keep listening to what came out of his mouth.

Although she didn’t notice, Matty spent their whole conservation observing her just as closely as she did him. He could tell how much she loved Cate and how they supported each other throughout moments of uncertainty. Este spoke with her hands. Fidgeted with her necklace some more. Always threw her head back when laughing really hard. And even more deeply, Matty took note of her intellect; how she managed to use purposeful language even when the subject was lighthearted or one-off. He indulged in Este as much as he could during the short bursts of time they had together.

When show time neared, the band left to do some last minute preparation, allowing Cate and Este to hold their own for half an hour before it started. They met a few people, most of them in the room being friends of the band—some family—but stayed fairly reserved, not wanting to intrude.

Then, the show began. Their view from the side of the stage was surreal. Este couldn’t recall a show she’d been that close for, peering at Adam from his side. Both her and Cate tried to keep their cool, as the people around them were, but couldn’t help themselves from moving further back for more space to get lost in the music. Este was enthralled by seeing Love It If We Made It live, the experience leaving an even bigger impact on her than the recording.

It was electric, Matty’s performance. She watched him own the stage incredibly comfortably, clearly having years of experience. He seemed at home up there. Like music was his air to breathe. Every person in the room couldn’t peel their eyes away from him.

The short setlist ended far too soon, and the two girls enjoyed themselves purely. “They’re fucking rockstars,” commented Cate. Este agreed as they walked over to the toilets, taking a much needed wee break and wondering what would come next.

“Surely there’s an after party,” Cate suggested, fixing her top in the mirror that hung above the sinks. “Would you want to stick around if he mentions it?”

“I have no idea. The idea of partying with them sort of freaks me out,” Este admitted.

“We’re in this together, babe. If you go down for acting piss drunk then so will I.”

✴

An hour into the post-show party, a fairly intoxicated Matty danced next to George—the DJ for the night. A half-full bottle of wine was gripped in his right hand, and after the emotional release that was their 14 songs performed earlier, they were ready to get fucked up. There are too many people to talk to, thought Matty. Settings like these did bring out his social side, and the conversations he’d been having with everyone at the party were sincere; but they drained him. So, he resorted to dancing. And got increasingly drunk as the night went on.

He was subconsciously disappointed that he hadn’t seen Este yet, assuming her and Cate either took off already or had gotten lost in the sea of bodies filling Pryzm. His eyes tried to focus and recognize them when scanning the room, but the dim and sometimes randomly flashy lights prevented him from coming to any conclusion.

About to give up, Matty finally found her. Dancing with Cate to George’s lively set. Her arms were up in the air, forehead glistening with happy perspiration. They both looked like they were having fun. Thank god, Matty thought, as his worries vanished. The alcohol in his system lifted his feet one after the other to encourage his body over to them. His much less impulsive and much more logical sober-self would have stopped him, but that wasn’t the case this time. Luckily, they were near the edge of the dance floor, so reaching them didn’t take much effort.

Cate saw Matty approaching, eyes widening with excitement and nerves. He was sweet to her, so she had no reason to be unsure, but he was also the man of the night. “Hey!” she greeted him excitedly. “The show was amazing. You guys are amazing,”

Her compliment felt genuine. Matty clutched his hand over his heart, thanking her. “Thank you guys so much for coming. It means a lot, and you know, this new album feels so fresh for us and I think it’s our best work. And I was so confident with releasing the singles, so I can’t wait for everyone to hear the whole album, but tonight really made me nervous, for some reason. So I’m really happy you were here and got to meet the guys and see the show, since you just remind me of Manchester and of humility and the city, so thank you. It feels really grounding. Really, thanks.” He looked between both Este and Cate during his slightly slurred rant, brows furrowed with sincerity, placing his hands on both of their shoulders.

“We were seriously so entranced. And so thankful to even be in a room with that kind of energy,” replied Este, placing her hand kindly on top of his.

The three of them continued to speak highly of each other for a couple of minutes. The loud music drowned out a small portion of their perception, and the liquid courage increased their comfort in one another’s company.

“Do you guys want another drink?” Matty suggested.

Cate shook her head no, already feeling it a little too strongly, but as she looked over to her black-haired friend, she could tell Este wanted another. Asian-glow lit up her cheeks, showing up after the couple of G&T’s she had downed.

Another drink couldn’t hurt. “I won’t say no to that,” Este said. “I can bring you one, Cate, if you want.”

“I’m staying put, to dance. I don’t feel like having to look after a glass. Go ahead though, I’ll be here!”

Matty guided Este through to the bar, his hand hovering over the small of her back; hesitant to make contact. They laughed playfully as they kept the conversation going, both sufficiently and happily drunk. To their surprise, it was quite empty. So, they had a seat on two stools before asking for a G&T for Este, and cracking open another bottle of red for Matty.

“Do you want to know the real reason why I’m glad you enjoyed the show?” he posed with a sliver of sincerity in his voice, but covered it up with the tone of their giggly demeanours.

Este took a sip of her drink. “What, were you lying about what you said earlier? All those niceties like how we ‘ground’ you, or whatever?” she teased and chuckled, watching his face distort as she made fun of his drunken speech.

“No. I wasn’t lying, thank you very much,” Matty confirmed. “But there’s a truer statement that I’m going to tell you right now because my stomach feels warm and tingly from the wine.” He leaned closer, raising his hand to whisper in her ear, as if it was a secret. Este tilted her face away so his voice could reach her ear more easily. “I really care about what you think of me. Like really, really care. I think it’s because I think really highly of you and that you’re like, really cool, so I want you to think I’m cool too.”

She turned to face him, cheeks on fire, the dimple apparent on her left one. “That’s very cute of you, Matty. Thank you.” Este tried hard to contain her smile and appreciation for his kindness, but failed miserably as the giddy grin on her face couldn’t be wiped off, despite trying. This is the second time he’s called me cool. Maybe he actually means it, she thought. Getting into his space, just like he did her, she whispered back, “I do think you’re cool. Don’t worry.”

Matty threw his hand over his heart again, then comically pretended to wipe sweat off his forehead in relief. “Bless!”

Their conversation twisted and turned through topics of both relevance and unimportance. Musical influences, his pants being hemmed a little too short, their primary school experiences, Este’s thoughts on You Are Here, Matty’s non-existent thoughts on On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (since he revealed that he hadn’t even opened it yet).

Forgetting they left Cate on the dance floor, the two of them tried to wrap up their drunken blur of a discussion. But, one more thing popped into Este’s mind, as she chewed on the ice cubes from her now empty glass. “You know what’s funny?”

“What’s funny, Este?”

She laughed to herself, as the warmth in her cheeks had now spread through to her whole abdomen. “I’m staying with my nan, you know, since I’m in London. And when I mentioned that I’m in town to see your gig, she like fully, seriously, told me to invite you to her and my granddad’s 50th wedding anniversary party,” Este admitted as she shook her head in embarrassment, too tipsy to avoid mentioning it.

Matty’s curiosity was displayed on his face. “Has she really?”

“Yes, like actually. Her and my mum have been planning it for months, it’s going to be a dinner and dance, and everything. Renting out a hotel banquet hall to host it,” she explained.

“Tell me a time and a place, I’ll be there. Only for Lola, though.” He beamed at her with a wink as Este smacked his chest and they made way towards Cate.

After dancing for a couple more songs, they decided it was time to take off. Both a bit sloppy, Cate and Este found each band member dispersed throughout Pryzm—giving them a shouty ‘Thank you!’, and a congrats-on-the-new-album hug.

Este stopped at Matty one last time, embracing him with her sweaty arms and pecking his cheek. “Thanks so much, Matty. It genuinely was such a great night. You deserve all the praise.”

A quick inhale with his nose close to Este’s temple made him notice how good she smelled, even after a long night of dancing. He thanked her back, immediately sobering up to get his point across unfeignedly, rubbing her back in assurance and then letting go. They smiled at each other before Este broke their eye contact, and the two girls strolled to the exit, hopping in a cab back to Florencia’s.

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#the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy fic #tbsg #Spotify

[khoicesbyk]

The Royal Romance.

Forevermore.

A/N: this is the next chapter in the journey of my OTP. Follow along for the fun.

Rated: Mature (at times can and will be Explicit. I'll be sure to change the rating when and if that happens). | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual. Y'all should be used to this from me by now 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: King Marquise Rys (LI) and Queen Shanelle Miller-Rys (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me and/or other authors [their characters have been mentioned and/or used in the story with their permission] ) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,470 words. (may be slightly more or may be slightly less. Look, I stop counting after editing and re-editing and driving myself insane. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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This series is rated Mature and/or Explicit. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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Chapter 1.) The Next Chapter.

Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute. 

That hook was on repeat in Marquise’s mind as he got ready to start his day. They reminded him of Shanelle. Almost everything reminds him of her. Of their love and their journey through life together as husband and wife, King and Queen, and Mom and Dad. 

The last seven years have had their ups, downs, highs, lows, trials and tribulations. But through it all, they have survived and persevered. Through it all, they have always made sure to show each other love, support, and encouragement. 

In the wee hours of the morning, Marquise was up getting ready for his morning run. 

5:30 am.

That’s the time the alarm on Marquise’s phone went off. After rolling over to silence his phone, he sat up, and with a yawn and a roll of his neck and shoulders, he was out of bed. After stretching he turns his attention to the woman in his bed. The one he calls his savior, his Goddess, his true north. The woman who captured his heart so long ago. His Queen. 

Shanelle is everything that he could have ever hoped, dreamed, prayed, and wished for in a wife and mother. Every day that he spends with her as his and his alone is a day he continuously thanks God for. 

He stood up as he watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly in their bed. He leaned over and moved a few stray strands of her hair from in front of her face. 

“Good morning my love. I'll see you after I get back from my run.” He whispered to her before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

He quietly crept into his closet and changed into his workout clothes then grabbed his phone, AirPods, and Apple Watch before he left the main sleeping quarters where his wife slept and walked down the hall. 

Being a reigning Monarch is an incredible honor and opportunity. But it's not without its dangers and exceedingly high expectations, pressures, and standards. Marquise and Shanelle have an obligation to Cordonia and especially to her people. And every day they both bear the weight of it all. 

He walks until he comes to a door with a bright pink K on it. It’s his daughter’s bedroom. And right next door is the nursery where his boys are sleeping soundly. 

The whole world changed the day Kylo Jeremiah and Zyon Shomari were born. Marquise’s perfect family of 3 turned into a perfect family of 5. And he couldn't be happier. His boys have given him a new focus and purpose. 

Just outside the bedroom doors is a portrait that means more to him than all the literal gold in the family vault. It’s a portrait he took with his mother. Marquise ran a hand over the frame as he gazed at the portrait. It’s one of the most vivid memories he has of his mother when she was alive. He was 5 when she had the portrait commissioned. And sitting there to have it painted with her meant everything to him. He smiles wistfully at the painting before closing his eyes. 

“Tu me manques tellement, ma mère. J'espère vous avoir rendu fier de Moi.”, he whispered in French as he leaned his head against the frame. 

After staying for a few more seconds he stepped back then quietly opened Khari’s bedroom door. He carefully stepped into her room and stopped to look at his sleeping princess. She was curled up with her stuffed dragon Dagon and her kitten Paisley at her side. Ozzie and Belle slept diligently at the end of her bed. Seeing her sleeping soundly made his heart melt. Lightly tapping on his right thigh he woke up Ozzie. 

“Wake up Oz! We gotta go!” He whispered to his favorite canine companion. 

Ozzie slowly roused from his sleep and blinked sleepily then looked up at Marquise before slowly rising and stretching. He was careful not to wake his mate Belle or their puppies Lucky and Lady. With a shake of his head, Ozzie was at Marquise’s side. 

“Good boy Oz! Now let’s go.” 

Marquise then quietly opened the nursery door to check on his two littlest heartbeats. Ozzie’s two pups Lucky and Lady slept under each crib. As he looked at his sleeping Princes his heart did backflips. They were the most precious thing in the world to him. He ran a thumb over Kylo’s cheek the same way he did the first time he held him. It brought a tear to his eye. He still couldn't believe his sons are here and that they're real. 

He checked on Zyon the same way before exiting the nursery. 

He and Ozzie head out of the main bedroom wing and down the hall to the main staircase, where his majesty stops at a side table and grabs a leash for Ozzie before heading down the stairs and out the main entrance. When they walked out and across the lawn of the palace. When they got to the gate, Marquise put his AirPods in and took off with Ozzie for an early 10-mile  morning run. 

As his heart pumps during the run, his thoughts take him to the most recent events. Dueling with and eventually beating Drakovia in acquiring the kingdom of Gemmora. Reassigning and rezoning the newly acquired lands. As well as dealing with a small group of griping nobles. On top of everything else that comes with being a King of an entire kingdom. 

And lately, he's begun to slowly and somewhat understand why his father ruled the way he did. 

While they never got along while the elder Rys was alive, Marquise could understand why Constantine was so paranoid as King. He felt he couldn't trust anyone, much less those in his own court. He used to have strong diplomatic ties with several allied countries but that all changed after Queen Eleanor was killed. Constantine let his grief, anger, bitterness, and paranoia transform him into someone who cared for nothing but himself. 

And the kingdom suffered. The people were ready to revolt for the first time in nearly three centuries. And as a King himself, Marquise understands some of why Connie acted the way he did as King. But he refuses to rule Cordonia that way. 

7:15 am.

Marquise and Ozzie soon finish their run just as the sun begins to come up over the palace. Marquise stopped just to marvel at the sight before heading back inside. 

After getting Ozzie settled, Marquise headed to his quarters where he found his wife trying to silence the alarm on her phone. He stood back quietly snickering to himself as he watched as she unsuccessfully hit her phone repeatedly. 

He finally took pity on her and silenced her alarm. She briefly looked up at him with one eye open before turning over and burying herself in their covers. 

“Now now! It's time to wake up my love.” he gently whispered in her ear.

 She groaned into her pillow.

“It's time to get up.”

“I don't want to be an adult today!” 

“You're not being an adult, my love. You’re being The Queen.”

“I don't want to do that either!” she pouted. 

“Shanelle…” his tone was firm but gentle. 

“Noooooooo…” she whined.

He shook his head at her.

“Have it your way…”

He stood up,  grabbed the covers, and yanked them off of her causing her to bolt up in their bed.

“Just the way I like to see you.”

She glared at him before throwing a pillow at him. 

“Jackass!” she sneered. 

“Now is that any way for My Queen to behave?”

She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Of all the times for you to be a King…” she muttered as she crossed her arms. 

He smirked as he held out his hand to help her out of bed. She gave him a side-eye before he helped her out of bed and into his arms. 

“Ewwww! Get off of me!” 

“What?”

“You're all sweaty.”

“I mean I just came back from my morning run,” he said with a shrug. 

“Which means you haven't been in the shower! Yuck!” 

He snickered as he tightened his arms around her.

“Gross!”

“You like it…” he whispered before nipping at the bottom of her right ear.

“Let me go!”

He buries his face into the crook of her neck.

“You need to go get in the shower! And so do I!”

He doesn't stop. Instead, he slides one hand down her back while the other stays in the center of her back. Doing so raised goosebumps on her skin, sent chills down her spine, and caused her back to slightly arch. 

“Marquise!” she pouted.

He was thankful that she loved falling asleep in his old oversized Harvard t-shirt because it just barely covered the bottom of her ass. 

“Let me go!”

“If I do that, you’ll start pouting again.” He whispered harshly in her ear. 

She continued to squirm in his arms. It wasn't until he grabbed a handful of her ass that she finally put her foot down.

“Okay! Okay! Enough! We are not doing this! We need to go get in the shower before the munchkins wake up! Now!”

“Spoilsport…” he mutters.

“Oh shut the hell up!”

“At least you’re all hot and bothered and sweaty.”

Shanelle rolled her eyes and as she went to walk past him he slapped her on her ass causing her to let out a yelp. 

“Hey! Easy on the merchandise! You break it, you’re buying me another Birkin!”

“I am not buying you another one of those overpriced handbags.”

She stalked off into the bathroom without another word. After taking a long hot, satisfying shower together, the Royal Couple were brushing their teeth when the King was feeling playful. He kept looking at his wife, who was giving him a side-eye. 

“What?” she asked with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. 

That's when he splashed her with water. 

“What the hell?!” 

“A marked improvement if I do say so myself.”

That's when she hit him in the arm. 

“Did you just hit me?”

“You just threw water at me. What do you think?” 

“That is a declaration of war!”

“So be it!” 

With a smirk, he lunged at her with her barely getting out of the way. The two spent several minutes giggling with her dodging him. He finally caught her and hoisted her up onto his shoulders. 

“Put me down!”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Marquise you put me down this instant!”

“Did you ask nicely?”

She started flailing over his shoulder. 

“PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN!”

Try as she might, Shanelle couldn't get free. 

“You know, your hair is still wet, how about a little spin dry?”

“MARQUISE DON’T YOU DARE!”

“And away we go!”

With that, he spun around with her over his shoulders. When he stopped both were breathless and laughing.  

“You are such an asshole!” she said while laughing and trying to catch her breath. 

“Made you laugh.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“I hate you sometimes.” 

“I love you too.”

He held her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

“I gotta get ready and so do you.”

“Okay. May I escort you to your closet milady?” he asked, holding a hand out to her. 

“I'd be honored, milord,” she replies. 

They walked to her closet hand in hand. After getting ready first, His Majesty went to get their children ready but was beaten to the punch. Margo had already gotten Khari dressed. 

“Good morning my King,” she said as she greeted him. 

“Good morning Mom. What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home resting from your latest round of treatments.” 

Margo waved him off. 

“I'm fine son. Besides, I am my grandchildren's attendant. It's my job to get them ready in the morning. 

“Grammy helped me pick out my outfit for school today. See?” Khari said with a twirl.

“I see my love. You look beautiful.” Marquise says to his daughter before turning his attention back to his adopted mother, “You really should be resting Mom. Doctor's orders.”

“And again my son, I am fine.”

“You're walking with a cane. You’re not fine.”

Margo gave him a look he's become all too familiar with. 

“Okay fine. But if your oldest son starts complaining about you still working again I'm not getting involved.”

Margo smiled warmly. 

“Duly noted my love.”

“Now if you two lovely ladies will excuse me. I have two twins to get dressed.”

With a sweet kiss to both Margo and Khari, Marquise walked out of his daughter's room and into the nursery. His two little boys were already awake and playing with their toys. 

“Good morning my little loves. Let's get you two ready for the day,” he said to them. 

He individually got the boys ready. Taking time to talk to and sing to them. With them trying to clap and sing with him. After getting the boys ready and meeting Shanelle in the hallway, it was time for breakfast them to see Khari off to school. 

“Bye Mommy!” Khari said as she hugged her mother. 

“Bye, baby girl. Have a good day at school.”

“Bye Daddy! I love you!” she said to her Daddy. 

“I love you too, my love. I'll see you later.” 

Khari even said goodbye to her brothers. 

“Bye, boys! I'll see you later!” she said as she waved at the twins who waved back as best they could. 

“Are you ready my darling?” Margo asked Khari. 

“Yup. I'm ready.”

“Come along now. Let's get you off to school.”

With that, Khari was out the door and on her way to school. 

“And now my day starts,” Marquise says to his wife. 

“Okay. I'll take these two mini ones and we’ll see you at lunch a little later. 

“I'll see you all later.”

With a sweet kiss to his wife, Marquise was off to start his day as King. This became the new normal for the Royal Couple. On top of ruling a kingdom, they have children to raise. He rules the kingdom. She runs the family. Together they balance each other out. They love, support, and encourage each other. 

As he walked to his office, Marquise found himself humming the hook that has been playing in his head all day. 

“Forevermore. Forever’s a mighty long time and I really wanna spend it with you. I shine when you shine and there's really no substitute.”

Their journey like everything else in their life continues. 

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[just-jordie-things]

THE BRAINROTS THAT come all SUDDENLY ARE THE BEST

Kinda little bit based on the Choso being amazing with Cat’s branrot. But this time. Make it single choso taking care of a stray cat that always shows up at his window and after a while he has a cat balcony built with a little house and everything.

One day the cat doesn’t eat. CHOSO IS GOING THROUGH IT. WHATS WRONG LITTLE GUY? OR GIRL? HE NEVER CHECKED! AND NOW THE MEOW MEOW ISNT EATING. IS IT DYING? He gets as panicked as he does with his brothers. And it hits hiM WHEN DID HE GET SO ATTACHED

Anyways. He takes the cat to the vet and it turns out the cat is fine. Just doesn’t feel like eating. It’s got a brain and a personality. But there’s one good thing about all this. He got to meed you in the vet’s office. (Either as vet, assistant, or preferably one of the other patients ’mom’ who saw how nervous he was and reassured him that his little feline friend would be all right)

~ Nanami flowershop anon

OOOH WHAT AN ADORABLE MEET CUTE SITUATION (i originally key smashed that so hard autocorrect couldn’t even help me so i had to retype it all)

I HAVE WORK TODAY (UGH) BUT THIS WILL BE ON MY MIND ALLLL DAAAAAYYYYY the brainrot hits even harder when i’m zoned out at work just doin tasks lolol

i wish there was a setting on my airpods where when you send me your brainrots it could read then to me bc ??? new favorite podcast

#choso brainrot #nanami flowershop anon #jordie says stuff

[antonelaa]

marina ruy barbosa.     she/her.     cis woman.     ›  spotted   at   the   met   steps   , antonela cloe araceli  ,   most   likely   listening   to  can’t make you love me   by   chloe fredericks   with   their   airpods   pro   .   the   twenty-four year old   gained   quite   a   reputation �� ,   known   to   be   -cynical   yet  +magnanimous   to   anyone   who   knows   them   .   you’ll   easily   spot   them   when   you   hear   about   jovial loud laughter echoing in a near empty hallway with close friends, a neverending slew of various backpacks, constant readjusting of shimmering full length gloves, and never knowing the difference between smudged makeup or unhealed wounds   ,   followed   by  juliette has a gun by not a perfume  .   latest   nepoupdates   article   talks   about  antonela shoulder checking the hostess as she stomps out of a restaurant   ,   but   i   guess   any   reputation   is   good   reputation   .

“ little antonela stuns in her debut as dorothy in the clover theatre stage, oozing charm reminiscent of her mother cleo’s career-changing role in the sound of music in her prime. what a star to behold, what a star to watch! “ -- playbill 

....a few roles and a hefty amount of (  surprisingly  ) non-scandalous years later and a few hardcore fans and nostalgia freaks would swear that they just saw nela at some underground show, hanging with the band backstage. but didn’t they just see their insta story where they showed off their insane legs aboard a yacht out in the water? these rich kids ..

name. antonela cloe araceli

alias(es). nela, nelly, nell

age. currently twenty-four

birthday. sept 28th (  libra  )

occupation. formerly an organizer for the united scenic artists, currently shadowing musical directors in the city; socialite (  ish  )

inspo. samantha borgens ( stuck in love ), kono kalakaua ( h50 ), arastoo vaziri ( bones ), belle blake ( the family )

aesthetic.  jovial loud laughter echoing in a near empty hallway with close friends, a neverending slew of various backpacks, constant readjusting of shimmering full length gloves, and never knowing the difference between smudged makeup or unhealed wounds

applicable labels. the addictive, the aesthete, the black sheep, the cataclysmic, the dirtbag, the epicure, the fighter, the lost soul, the reveller, the thespian

origins. the araceli family consisted of a businessman patriarch of the shipping/logistics kind who spent much of his supposed time with family indulged in work and his own pleasures. nela, the second child of four kids, never even tried to impress him. her brothers could do that spectacularly, so she turned her attention to her mother. following in her footsteps, she was trained in singing, dancing, and acting at a young age. eventually, this lead to her being able to audition for parts at various theaters around the city and bagged her first lead role in a production of the wizard of oz which earned her critical acclaim. after that, she hardly took a break until she turned fifteen. growing up with various adults and crews who fortunately nurtured her mind and interests, it was safe to say that nela was the only araceli kid who had more than enough exposure to a life outside of their shiny, easy one. which meant that she knew how it all really should be. it shouldn’t be screaming when you don’t get your way or projecting your frustrations onto people that didn’t have a choice but to take your every whim and stand there while you bitch. the older she grew, the more tired she became of just how backwards it all was. every now and then, she would give their house helpers something extra. something to help their family. and as the years pass, the more vocal she became with her family about how they should be treating their house helpers. eventually, she stopped auditioning for things and moved out. and while she is still backed by her family’s money, she’s slowly trying to figure out how to parlay all she’s done in her life to something..productive.

currently. despite everything, nela really does love the theatre. and while acting may not be something she’s eager to get back to just yet, she would love to learn more about the more technical parts. and her goal might be to be a director one day, but she’s more than happy to hang with the other crew members as well. aside from that, she indulges in all what the city has to offer like the food, the music, and of course, the theatre.

personality. chronic resting bitch face to the point that she’s very used to questions like “are you okay?” or “what’s your damage?”. she’s good with a fake smile or two, but tries not to overdo it. she’s courteous with strangers and musters niceties for those that recognize her from past roles, but she’s definitely a lot warmer with those who she is fond with. 

connection ideas. tbd because i got a whole doc for that lol

hello ! i’m chai , very very excited to write with all of u ! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rped so just takin my lil baby steps before i dive right in !! 

#nepofm.intro #yeeee throwin this before i go to work

[blushydrangea]

2. things you said to deflect for Dame/Kam maybe?

send me 2+ characters and a prompt (list / inbox)

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Kam had her airpods on as she fixed her dress in front of a large mirror, bouncing quietly to the music. She was determined to have a good day.

It was 6 in the morning and, considering she had just pulled an all-nighter, a lot of make-up was required to cover her dark circles. She had smiled sheepishly at the makeup artist, face a little flushed when all she earned in return was a bored scowl, however magic was worked on her sleepiness and she had to admit, her own reflection looked gorgeous and well-rested.

Bearing in mind Kam was a model about to do a photoshoot, it only meant she was doing her job correctly.

She smiled as the song got to her favorite part, eyes closing as she swayed her hips, glad to have the dressing room all to herself. There were about four models on set but all of them disappeared, either to get their pictures taken or enjoy the breakfast offered to them, one Kam was avoiding not to mess with her perfectly applied lipstick.

Even though she had ‘Ready for Love’ playing in a decently high volume, Kam could still hear someone’s voice appearing behind Blackpink’s vocals, and all of her plans of having a good day were thrown out the window in a heartbeat.

She huffed, pausing the music and tilting her chin upwards to stare at her unwanted company. It was necessary as Dame was a lot taller than her. “What did you say?”

Dame smiled a bright, annoying smile. She had her brown hair in an elaborate hairstyle which framed her sharp cheekbones perfectly, and Kam hated her. Not because she was beautiful, well, not only because of that, but it seemed like Dame’s life purpose in the months they had been working together was to make her life a living hell.

“Hello to you, too, Kamille,” she winked, a laugh slipping past her lips when her greeting was met with a frown of impatience from the short blonde. “I said it’s a bad idea to move like that, your dress is very revealing and someone could see you.”

She blushed instantly, hands rushing down to pull her dress in hopes it would cover more of her thighs. “So you’re letting me know this due to the kindness of your heart, is that right?”

The other model shook her head, shameless enough to admit. “I’m warning you since it’s making it considerably hard for me not to stare at you. I’d prefer to remain chivalrous.”

Kam looked daggers at her, angry at the fact she’d been rudely interrupted and angrier at how Dame’s brand new way of tormenting her was a lot worse than the one before, when she would tease her about looking like she could advertise clothes for pre-teens, as they were the same height as her, then complain to photographers about how hard it was to get good shots of the two of them when they were on set together in view of their height difference.

The two models would often work together, for reasons none of them understood and both seemed to have a problem with. Kam was never very fond of Dame, who looked like a goddess and was a favorite of everyone in the agency, all of her shots pristine on the first attempt. But she never hated her.

Not until two months into their routine of frequently sharing the spotlight, when Dame quietly protested about having to shoot with her again. She happened to be nearby and heard it, instantly feeling like an idiot for forcing polite smiles at her in spite of her feelings. Instead, she chose to ignore Dame to the best of her abilities from that day on, which was marked as the beginning of Dame’s very clear mission of making it as difficult as possible to be ignored. 

She had recently swapped her original teasing with the new method of flirting with her, finding Kam's reactions much more interesting now. It was a nightmare.

Kam crossed her arms, sighing. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before, this dress is nothing compared to that-, also, you’re not even supposed to be here! Leave!”

She was trying her hardest to sound threatening, but all Dame did was raise an eyebrow.

“This is a shared dressing room, princess. I am very welcomed to spend my time here with you,” Dame reminded her, taking a seat on the nearest bean bag and stretching out her long limbs almost in slow motion, as if she were daring Kam to stare. “You are correct about the other part, though. I did see you in a bikini, yes, and it haunted me for weeks. I’m not looking forward to seeing you once again every time I close my eyes, so please, help a woman out.”

Dame sounded almost serious this time, and it left Kam speechless, much to her discontent. She looked around the room in a panic, searching for anything which could get her out of there as soon as possible, before she had time to say anything worth regretting in a near future. Her gaze was close to returning to Dame and how her long legs were exposed by her dress, so deliciously inviting it would make Kam lose all of her focus on being angry if she gave in and looked.

She hated how rapidly her stupid attraction to the annoying brunette was growing, but it was a problem that needed to be acnowledged. And she had to fight against it.

To her luck, one of the organizers showed up at random by the door, likely looking for the breakfast table. Kam smiled, quick on her feet, “Oh, it’s my turn to take the pictures! I have to go.”

She waved goodbye at Dame, not having the nerve to look at her one last time as she exited. Kam was an awful liar, so there was no way she sounded convincing.

Dame would have likely been smirking at her. But now she bought some time to think of a way to wipe that smirk right off her face.

#everyone welcome to the first installment of model au #this has been in my inbox for weeks i'm so sorry anon #asks #kam x dame #anon #mine #model au

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 53

Fresh Blood/Army of Ghosts

"Fresh Blood"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: no one died in the Bella and Gordon meetup, but if you’re asking if I would survive a vampire attack….not without Sam and Dean there

Wait…do we get Bella AGAIN?? Thank you. Thank you so much, writers. Don’t like that Gordon’s ambushed her

“Sam Winchester’s the antichrist” is just a sentence that’s said with utmost seriousness in this show. I love it here

Bestie is not just morally gray. She’s morally gunmetal. Morally charcoal. (And yet I still think she’s not truly going to betray the boys, but she sure is gonna look like she is)

Nah, I’m with Sam here, that was too close, Dean. You can’t be….if you get turned into a vampire, will the hellhounds have any affect on you?? Asking for a friend

I want this vampire to be lying so badly. I want her to absolutely fool them. Why do I want this??

And immediately taking that back “there was this guy. He was old. Like, 30.” Girl, you are at LEAST 25

How does JPad give the coldest, deadliest stare and also the saddest puppy dog eyes? He’s done both in this scene.

Man. I know Dean just threatened to kill Bella with all the seriousness in the world, but I’m still holding out hope for something else

Wait…is this how/when we lose Gordon as an antagonist? OH SHIT. Gordon got turned into that which he hates most. Maybe don’t taunt a vampire who has you captive….I dunno. I’d like to read a paper on the treatment of Gordon in the show, though. There’s probably a lot of commentary that could be made about him

Vampire Gordon is even more terrifying

Mmmm, original vampire should have killed Gordon when he had the chance. Mourning the loss of your new vampire daughters was the price he paid. It’s no wonder he’s begging Sam and Dean to kill him

Maybe it’s that this season is particularly short, but every single episode has had a monster or victim really twist the knife on what what the Winchesters are feeling about the deal Dean made

Oh that was pure tragedy watching Gordon kill his hunter buddy.

I’m glad Sam’s FINALLY confronting Dean about this. About how Dean’s been acting like his life doesn’t matter at all since he’s only got a year to live (less, now). Catch me crying in the break room. “I wish you would drop the show and just be my brother again.” I can’t do this…(because I’m having Todobros feelings about it)

Gordon…you didn’t have to bring innocent people into it…(I can’t wait to try to find some good writing on Gordon)

RIP Gordon. You deserved better from the writers room.

Not handling it particularly well that this is genuinely the best Dean can do to just be Sam’s brother again: teaching him how to fix the impala because he’s gonna need to learn how to…

"Been On My Mind...": Nah.

"Army of Ghosts"

I'm...not ready to say goodbye to Rose.

Also, it's downright CRUEL of the Doctor to ask her how long she's going to stay with him. He knows the answer isn't forever. He knows it CAN'T be forever. So asking is just mean for both of them.

I don't know how long Rose has been gone for, but...it feels like the world got really comfortable with "ghosts are real and we are going to treat them like nothing happened" REAL QUICKLY.

It's times like these I miss Mickey. He never would have put up with this.

OMG they moved from "ghosts are real" to integrating them into everyday life to WRITING TV EPISODES WHERE GHOSTS ARE DISCRIMINATED AGAINST REALLY FUCKING QUICKLY. TWO MONTHS?? IT TOOK TWO MONTHS???

hOW...I'm not here actually complaining about Freema being in this episode, but it feels odd to have her here THIS CLOSE to when she becomes the next long term companion.

These episodes and the ones in the parallel universe are the biggest ads for wired headphones I've ever watched. They really make me never want to get a set of airpods, I'll tell you that much.

Ew, Jackie. No. Just because Rose has gone places, seen things, had life experiences you never got to doesn't mean she's not still HER. I'm sorry you miss your daughter and the person you remember her being, but THIS? is not it. Talking about how she'll be a strange woman in a marketplace some galaxies away in 40 or 50 years time, but she won't be Rose Tyler. As if we're meant to stay the same way our whole lives, never learn or grow.

All THAT said, Jackie and the Doctor should get to sass each other more often.

Ew. Really don't like Yvonne...

The sphere does not exist. It seems like it exists, like it's just right there when you look at it. And it's in a special room in Torchwood built just for it, so it would make more sense for it to be there than not. But it does not exist, according to Rajesh Singh and his team of Torchwood scientists. Existence is tricky.

(Related: Is watching Torchwood worth it? Or is it full of people like Yvonne? I never got into the spin offs for Doctor Who. I know Jack's in it and there's a guy named Iago(? something close to that, iirc) and...another person to round out a trio of main characters. This has turned into that "no I love all my children equally. There's [correct name], *looks at smudges on hand* [close but incorrect name followed by increasingly incorrect names]")

OMG I WAS JUST SAYING HOW I MISSED MICKEY!!!! AND NOW HE'S HERE!!!

Scary that it only takes three people to fuck up the entire operation. I'm not saying that the way Torchwood was handling this was right or that they actually had things under control (they didn't, but it looked like they did. and to them, it felt like they did). But it took just three people being somewhat turned into cybermen to bring the sphere into actual existence and then bring the rest of the cybermen along with it.

I'm loving this new confidence Mickey has. Love that he can be just friendly with Rose. He's not clingy anymore, he's not guilting her for going of with the Doctor anymore. He's his own man, and I'm proud of him.

WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT WAIT WAAAAAAIT!!! IS DOOMSDAY THE EPISODE WITH THE DALEKS VS. CYBERMEN EXCHANGE I LOVE SO MUCH??? Oh, not to wish my weekend away (especially with the everything else that happens in that episode), but...........

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[pixeldashblog]

Fall audio products preview

Apple may only have a USB-C update to its AirPods lineup in the immediate works but the rest of the world of consumer audio products isn’t resting. Here are two announced and one rumored product launch that have me excited from some of my favorite brands in the space. 

You can expect reviews on nearly all of these products as I secure units.

Sonos Moves 2 a more exciting portable offering

The Sonos Move was a product that I could never recommend for a multitude of reasons despite its rabid fanbase. It was expensive, heavy, and had limited functionality as a portable, plus subpar battery life. So why am I excited about the Move 2?

The Move 2 is $50 more expensive than its predecessor at $449 and still quite heavy thanks to its 44Wh battery (all in it weighs the same as the original Move). But, with this generation, I feel Sonos has done enough to warrant not only the price increase, but also entirely justify the concept the original Move was trying to meet.

The Move 2, like the Era 100, makes the jump to stereo tweeters over its predecessor, but has the same sized midwoofer as the Move. I found the Era 100 to provide more detailed sound than the Sonos One, even if it still can’t provide much stereo separation, thanks to the nixing of downmixing stereo tracks to mono output. I expect many of the same benefits to carry over to the Move 2, and Sonos has confirmed to me that Era 100 owners looking at a Move 2 should expect comparable sound quality out of both products. 

The increase of battery life from 11 to 24 hours will likely be the biggest reason most users upgrade or finally grab a Move 2. The JBL Xtreme series, arguably the default “large portable speaker” in the minds of most consumers, had the original Move’s battery life beat by 5 hours. Ultimate Ears’ Megaboom 3 was pushing 20 hours of battery. Sonos now has nearly all of its closest size competitors beat with a claimed 24 hours of battery, matching the massive JBL Boombox 3. I greatly look forward to testing Sonos’ claims. 

Sonos has also upgraded the wireless capabilities of the Move 2 to be on par with the Sonos Roam. Bluetooth can now be used alongside Wi-Fi, allowing you to use the Move 2 as a Bluetooth transmitter for the rest of your Sonos system (the previous generation made you switch between Bluetooth or Wi-Fi). The upgrade to Wi-Fi 6 should also make wireless connections more reliable on crowded networks provided you have a compatible router.

If Sonos meets expectations it could have the ultimate kitchen speaker on its hands. A great sounding speaker that is meant to live in one place but can easily be brought anywhere you’d like music in a pinch, with reliable battery life for longer days.

Bose (possibly) rectifies its headphone offering

Thanks to the always intrepid Chris Welch, we were treated to some photos of Bose’s upcoming wireless headphones courtesy of The Verge: the QuietComfort Ultra. These headphones look like the true update to the iconic QuietComfort headphone silhouette Bose should have shipped instead of the bold but ultimately compromised NC 700. 

The NC 700 were a direct response to the rapid rise of Sony’s WH-1000xm line, and were the kickoff to the annoying trend of wireless headphones ditching the ability to fold into a compact carrying case. Now, Bose is returning to a refreshed design that is clearly in-step with the current QC45 headphones, but with premium touches and updates to the tried and true profile. 

Welch also reports that Bose will be showcasing its take on the spatial audio trend. I’m immediately skeptical of this without confirmation the headphones will actually be decoding Dolby Atmos audio. If Bose is just messing with stereo tracks, I’m doubtful this will be more than a gimmick people quickly disable in their control apps, but I’ll need to get my hands on a unit once Bose actually confirms a release. 

Welch was also able to confirm a successor to the incredible QuietComfort Earbuds II is in the works, also taking on the Ultra branding. These won’t be a design refresh but will adopt Bose’s spatial audio implementation.

The QC45 are still the most comfortable wireless headphones you can buy and I’m thrilled to see that Bose is sticking with what works as it fills the premium gap in its lineup the NC 700 never quite satisfied. We’ll have to wait for Bose’s official announcement to learn more.

Jabra takes its shot at the AirPods Pro

Jabra announced its new flagship wireless earbuds at IFA with the Jarba Elite 8 ($199) and Elite 10 ($249)- true successors to the Elite 85t. The Elite 8 look like they could be the natural evolution of the compact earbud shape Jabra has been tweaking since the Elite 7 Pro came out two years ago. They’re insanely durable, with ratings that go above and beyond what we typically see from earbud manufacturers. They’re IP68 rated for full water submersion and dust resistance, but also meet the U.S. Military Standard for ruggedized electronics at (810H according to Jabra). They’ve also undergone HACT testing for exposure to corrosive environments like high heat, humidity, and salt water. If you live by a beach and find that your daily runs near the ocean are taking a toll on your gadgets, the Elite 8 have the certifications to show they should earn your confidence. 

The Elite 10 are more of a next-step in Jabra’s design, with a primary focus on comfort and sound quality being their big draw. Jabra says the buds fit by sitting near the outside of your ear instead of needing to be twisted in your canal for a good seal, while still promising the best ANC the company has ever delivered. Hefty claims for sure, and the Elite 10 bears the price tag to match, going head to head with the second gen AirPods Pro at $249. This is definitely the pair from Jabra I’m most eager to review. Jabra has always offered outstanding earbuds for those on a budget, so let’s see what it can do at the top end of the market. 

Both the Elite 8 and 10 offer various implementations of Dolby Atmos, with the Elite 10 offering Dolby head tracking to round out the experience. Like with Bose, you can color me skeptical until proven otherwise here, but it’s at least good to see that Jabra worked with Dolby on these implementations instead of going it alone like we’ve seen from other brands that offer “3D” sound profiles. 

#technology #sonos #tech #music #bose #jabra #headphones #wireless speakers #bluetooth #speakers #hifi #earphones #tech news