#i don't like booing but we all know the crowd was the only one with taste that evening
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Fuck it. Invincible Tumblr
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Wake up to see the aliens attacking again. God fucking damn it.
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Imagine how the aliens feel after seeing you
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Get better insults. You won't be insulting anyone that way
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Nahhh. Don't need to. You already humiliate yourself every time you open your mouth
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Your entire existence is an insult
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i forget that superheroes have social media and regularly use it.... invincible has Tumblr holy shit
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Boo.
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OMG??
#HI MR INVINCIBLE SIR #I SWEAR ALL MY A/B/O FICS WERE WRITTEN OUT OF LOVE
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Can't believe I have to say this, but can you guys please stop making Omni-Man x Immortal theories?!?!
Ik you think the idea of them having been romantically involved is funny, but c'mon, people
It is true that there should be more openly queer superheroes, but the fact that there are people who genuinely believe they fucked is wild...
Besides, we have to stop following the lives of superheroes that closely. They deserve to get some privacy too! They're still people
Also, didn't Omni-Man once mention his wife?? And son?? Shipping him w a man when he's clearly straight and in an established relationship is stupid
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These are all great points but they've definitely fucked
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INVINCIBLE?????
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Godddddd. My parents just do not know what privacy is, PLEASE STOP HAVING SEX WHEN I MIGHT BE HOME... please you're killing me
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Wait, shit, wrong blog...
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shocking revelation: invincible has parents
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??? Of course I have parents. Where'd you think I came from?
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Honestly i thought you were from mars
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from MARS????
#i'm not martian??? i don't even look martian #do i look martian?
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ATOM EVE LIKES MY FAVORITE BAND????
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really? How do you know?
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Okay quick storytime
My friends and I wanted to go to see this band live for a LONG time, so we saved up money for years until we could finally afford it, right?
Well, the day we finally get to see them live, I look up and I see Atom Eve, just. Flying there. Above the crowd
She was singing, apparently very loudly and she looked like she was having sm fun. She saw me and waved!!! Atom Eve!!!! Waved at me!!!!!!!
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:)
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WAIT R YOU THE ACTUAL ATOM EVE
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Yeah. Check my Insta, there's a link to this blog!
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AFKFHFHFHFJDJDJDJDDJDHFHSUEUEJEJ
#ATOM EVE TALKED TO ME!!!!!!
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Today, Monster Girl told me to download this app and create a blog — I did not think it was necessary, but she insisted.
I decided to listen to her. She was very persuasive.
I will be sharing things about my day, as she has told me to do. Expect to hear from me after this.
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you really think we're gonna believe you're the real Robot?? C'mon.
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Dude, RP exists. Let people live their lives in peace
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This is so funny
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That's... The real monster girl. Replying to a fake Robot post...
Dude I think he's real
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The new Guardians are a fucking shit show. Are we seriously meant to believe they're going to protect us? Really??
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Oh Id like to see YOU almost get killed every single fucking day without one fucking break only for asholes like you to shit on us like that. We almost die every single day!!! Were the ones geting our hands dirty not you
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I'd* assholes* We're*
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Your supposed to be with me in this one
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You're*
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The Immortal kinda... 👀
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WHAT
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I cant believe she cheated on me... what a bitch
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We're going to have a fucking talk, Rex.
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Shit
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You had this one coming buddy
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The fact that Miles Morales canonically reads JJK, though...
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INVINCIBLE LIKES MARVEL?? AND JJK???
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Why is everyone always surprised when I like something? I don't get it
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:(
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I cannot have just found out you're still alive through Tumblr...
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Seriously though. Are you okay now? I know you're not mentally, after the whole Chicago thing w your dad, but at least physically?
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I'll survive, I guess
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INVINCIBLE?? It is such a relief to see you're still here after the whole Chicago ordeal Mr Invincible
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Yeah maybe don't remind him of that rn??
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OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY
#I AM SO SO SO SORRY #omg i hope you're doing good mr invincible :(((
#invincible#invincible series#invincible comic#mark grayson#atom eve#rex splode#kate cha#shrinking rae#robot invincible#monster girl#unreality#fake tumblr#fake social media#this is fun#avis' post
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the jury votes have never been so catastrophic i think. so many intelligent, well sung songs that got barely any points but sweden again? for real? for a song i will have forgotten in four months? i am still listening to Trenulețul. i will never forget moldova's entry from last year. i will never forget finland's cha cha cha. never. those songs will stay with me for a whole eternity. i called for slovenia, czechia and finland so many times, you deserved so much better <3
#eurovision 2023#eurovision#esc 23#the fact that the uk got more points than germany and so many other countries#i don't like booing but we all know the crowd was the only one with taste that evening#cha cha cha
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I have been freaking out on Twitter about the magic 8 ball songs and the medley and tourdust in general but like you don't understand. you don't UNDERSTAND. it's not just the fact we've gotten stuff they haven't ever played. it's not just that they're bringing back deep cuts. it's not just all of that.
it's the fact we're all older. the guys are twenty years older, most people in here have been fob fans for at least a decade. it's the fact that they're not just playing them for the nostalgia factor, they're doing it because this tour is a celebration of two decades worth of this weird little emo band that changed the emo scene forever and became legends to at least two generations of emo kids so far.
it's the fact they've gained the courage to play folie a deux. the album patrick said they would likely never play live again because of the initial reception, the album that got booed whenever they played songs off it live in 2008-2009. it's the fact that headfirst slide went from a very shaky first attempt at a secret show to a setlist regular pat can now sing with a smile every night.
it's the fact that pete wentz, who thought he'd die young, who thought he'd join the 27 club, is now a father in his early 40s playing his bass and having fun with his best friends while they play songs about the time he almost ended it all. it's the fact we've seen him not only heal, but highlight the scars and the beauty in the pain. like kintsugi.
it's the fact andy and joe got exactly what they wanted. joe got a guitar album he loved, he got to focus on himself and take some time off knowing full well the band and the fans had his back, being included in everything from music videos to promotional things, and now he can enjoy his time going on the road again in a better state of mind. it's the fact andy lives for drumming, and he can do what he does best with his favorite song on the album, one that he basically begged to play the entire press run for the album.
it's the fact that the piano medley songs let patrick lay his heart out for everyone to see. it's the fact he's playing golden, what a catch, beautiful songs we haven't heard in so long. it's the fact he's gotten the courage to sing fucking soul punk in front of a crowd that ten years earlier told him they liked him better in fall out boy, to make a new spiritual successor in stardust and sing it too. it's the fact he's lost the fear to do those things, because he's realized there's nothing to fear anymore, people will sing back those songs to him with affection.
it's the fact they're also doing newer stuff. the fact they haven't forgotten about srar, ab/ap, mania. they still affirm those parts of their history, because they are still unashamedly fall out boy.
it's the fact these four guys have all gone through hell and back together, and we're all stronger on the other side. it's the fact we've all grown up together, and now we're all adults in this fucked up world trying to figure ourselves out but we know it will be okay because we made it through all that and we're still standing. it's the fact that they built it, and we came, and we stayed.
it's the fact we're still here.
#fall out boy#fob#patrick stump#pete wentz#andy hurley#joe trohman#tourdust#so much for (tour) dust#so much for stardust#this fucking tour is gonna be the death of me#i'm going to the very last eu date#and i'm gonna cry my eyes out at golden and whatever they play#is2g the fame infamy live debut was insane#and then 27 this week... like what the fuck#so much love for folie and ioh#but also wdtpg which i'm so thankful for#just aaaaah i'm so happy#i love this stupid emo band
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Hiiii congrats on the 100 followers 🍾 can I request a hockey player!James x reader in an already established relationship? Where jamie sees reader wearing one of his jerseys as a good luck charm (love-induced placebo effect) and one day, reader comes into a match WITHOUT the jersey?? The rest of how shenanigans is up to u thanks!
ty so so much for requesting, i hope this is hockey-y enough lol <3
— lucky charm
hockey player!james potter x reader ★ 860 words
a/n - i don't know anything about hockey so please bare with me
James was running around the flat like a madman, muttering something about cross checking and knee pads. He pushed past you a little too hard, retracing his steps to mumble a 'sorry' as he kisses your temple. Today's hockey game was very important, according to your boyfriend. As captain of the Gryffindors, he would not allow his team to lose their biggest rivals, the Slytherins. Your nose scrunched is disgust as you watched him pack his dirty lucky socks, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat during the game.
As he was zipping up his game bag, you walked back over with a few snacks and his water bottle. He smiled fondly at you while accepting the bags of pretzels and baby carrots.
"I'll see you soon love," he wraps you in a tight hug, pulling away from you to look down at you sternly. "Don't forget to wear my jersey please."
Your eyes widened, and let out a sound of disbelief. "It was one time Jamie, three years ago!"
"I know but love of my life, apple of my eye, we really need to win this game." he whined, lightly shaking you by your shoulders.
Rolling your eyes playfully, you pushed him towards the door, reassuring him that you wouldn't forget. James pressed a few more kisses to your cheeks before clambering out the door with his duffel bag hung over his shoulder.
James had met you at a post-win celebration at a local bar, trying to impress you with all his hockey talk. Having had a few shots and nursing a cocktail, your tipsy self just nodded and smiled pretending to understand what the muscular cutie was talking about. When you met up again sober you admitted to not knowing anything about hockey, which didn't seem to be too much of a problem as he had asked you to be his just a few weeks later. Although you still didn't fully understand the sport, you still showed up to every game as James' biggest fan.
Back in the kitchen, you finished washing last night's dishes and made some hot chocolate for yourself to take to the game, filling a tumbler and not bothering to fully twist the cap on as you were now running a few minutes behind schedule. Scrambling to slip your shoes on by the door, of course you tripped over James's converse as you always do, only this time you're hot chocolate spills all over your white 'Potter' jersey.
You squeeze your eyes shut and groan. "Oh, he's gonna murder me."
You found your seat just in time for the faceoff, shivering from the cold metal of the arena benches. Maroon and emerald players danced around the ice, getting into their formations for the first round. James was in the middle as the team's center, waiting for the puck to drop. As soon as it did James took control, then passing it to his teammate. You watched as it flew from player to player, the sounds on skates on ice and the opinionated crowd bringing a smile to your face. Gryffindors fans started to stand when James was near the Slytherin's goal with the puck, then boo-ing the green team when the puck was stolen from him. The game was going by smoothly, you snacking on some pretzels as the two teams kept switching off on who had control of the puck.
You stood up and screamed with excitement as James scored, waving your arms around. His head whipped over to your usual section to find you, his bright grin faltering as he noticed your appearance. He let his eyes linger on your plain maroon sweater a few moments more before scoffing lightly and skating back to his position for the next period. The next few rounds were played a dirtier, with the Slytherin players checking the Gryffindors into the tempered glass and tripping them onto the ice.
The game ended with the Gryffindors winning 7-5, maroon-clad fans throwing up popcorn and cheering in celebration. You followed the crowd out, making your way towards the locker rooms, finding a spot against the wall to wait for James.
You watched as he walked out without paying you any attention. Frowning, you jogged to catch up to him. "Jamie, hey- James!"
He turned around with the biggest pout you'd ever seem from anyone, mumbling so softly you almost didn't hear him. "You're not wearing my jersey."
"I spilled hot chocolate on it so I had to change, I'm sorry my love." you stepped forward, taking his hands in yours. "But hey, you still won the game and you played amazingly, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all."
"Well the jersey was for extra luck, my main lucky charm is you, so thank you for being here." he sighed and pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.
"You're welcome, although you don't really need luck because you're so talented, James." You chuckled, feeling him squeeze you a little tighter as he nodded.
"But I was worried about today's game for a second so can you please wear the jersey next game?"
#milunalupin's 100 party !#marauders x reader#marauders#james potter#james potter x reader#james x reader#hockey player!james potter
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Just Pretend-six
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: Please, I beg you. Don't focus too much on the whole Trey part(i mean he is an asshole.) But when Noah and Angel are listening to music, please please please listen too Eiley by Too Close To Touch. That is all.
Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)
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"How are we feeling tonight, Milwaukee?!" I yelled into the microphone.
Cheers reverberated back from the ground up to the stage as I squinted my eyes when the stage lights cast over us.
"I'm glad you're having fun because if you weren't, this would be awkward," I joked with a chuckle while adjusting the microphone stand. "But all jokes aside, I wanted to say thank you for all of your support for Hollow Souls the last few years. It's appreciated more than you all could ever know. Because of your love and support, we're able to do what we love every night."
I pointed to Chase who did his typical ten-second drum solo then to Malcolm who strummed a few notes on his bass before giving an over-exaggerated bow. And reluctantly, I pointed to Trey who came up to me and threw an arm around my shoulder, leaving a kiss on my cheek; it smelled like vodka and cigarettes.
"Thanks, baby," he winked before chugging half of his clear water bottle that I was sure wasn't water.
Glancing over to the left side of the stage, I gave a wide smile to the guys of Bad Omens as they all watched out set. They had a killer set before us, this one I actually watched, and the energy that vibrated off of them stuck to me before I came out here, finally letting the excitement of performing to fill my veins. This was the first night in a while that I moved around on stage and put on a show for the crowd.
Noah flashed me a brief smile, memories of our day on the beach a few days ago still burning hot in my mind, and I gave him a small wave.
"So we only have two songs left," I spoke back into the microphone which in turn made the crowd boo loudly. "But you guys have to admit, we put on a killer show for you all tonight. But what about Bad Omens?"
The crow cheered but not as loud as I thought they should so I grabbed the mic off of the stand before going up to the little stage that Chase had his drums set up so I could stare down at the entire crowd.
"Oh, that was some weak shit, Milwaukee," I showed them my mock disappointment by placing my hand on my hip.
Chase looked at me with a smile, knowing what I was fishing for so he beat on his drum, hyping up the crowd.
"I want to hear every single one of you scream for Bad Omens on the count of three. Ready?!"
Cheers and screams filled the large venue hall, but I was greedy; I needed to hear it louder. These guys deserved it.
"One!" I held up one finger.
Chase drummed faster; harder.
"Two!"
Two fingers up in the air as Chase put more force into his drumming.
Looking back over to where Bad Omens were watching with bright smiles as I hyped up the crowd for them, I held up three fingers, Chase breaking out in a full on drum solo now.
"THREE!"
The screams were loud, deafening, and I took out my ear in so I could hear it for myself. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran down the steps from Chase's makeshift stage and ran to one end of the stage, throwing up my arms up in the air before doing the same thing on the other end of the stage. Malcolm played a few chords on his bass as I stood next to him.
"You guys might not think this now but Bad Omens are going to be huge in a few years. They'll be in our position selling out shows and Hollow Souls will open for them," I promised into the microphone.
Malcolm watched me with awe through the messy strands of auburn hair that covered his face. Tonight was the first night all tour that I interacted with the crowd this much and fuck, it felt so good. With the energy of watching Bad Omens play and the crowd singing to every one of our songs made adrenaline course through me and I couldn't stop.
Noah's words from our first night on tour came to mind: "Come alive out there. Have fun."
Trey watched me with pure distaste in his eyes as I hyped up Noah and his friends but I didn't care; I was feeling so good about myself that I even wore something different from I usually did. A short-sleeved white crop top with black high wasted shorts. It showed off most of my tattoos and when Trey tried to tell me to go change, I simply told him to fuck off before running out on stage.
As I walked over to the area by Chase's drum stage where I kept my water, I glanced to my right and noticed that all the guys of Bad Omens were giving me large smiles with Noah finishing it with a wink. I also had my phone on here and usually I never checked it during our set but there was this feeling deep in my gut that told me to check it. It shocked me to see it was from Mason, an old friend of mine.
I'm sorry it has to be through text but you needed to know. Keaton's gone.
My phone slipped from my grasp as I nearly choked on my breath, vacant eyes staring at the floor beneath my feet. I swear my heart stopped in that moment I read the text, almost not believing it. But knowing it came from Mason who was close with Keaton, it was true.
Keaton's gone? I just talked to him a few days ago, and we made plans to catch up once tour was over.
I sucked in a breath; the realization hitting me like a freight train, and I spun around to side stage just in time to see Noah staring down at the phone in his hand. His body was stilled straight, not moving an inch, but even from this distance I could see the cold expression that crossed his face. Nothing about his body language gave off what he was thinking; what he was feeling.
"Look at me, Noah." I muttered under my breath.
I needed to know what his eyes were saying.
Instead, he shoved his phone into his pocket before turning his back to me and disappearing from view, the rest of his friends following close behind.
"Y/N?"
Through my hazy vision, I glanced up to Chase who was kneeling on his makeshift stage so he could look down at me.
"What's wrong?" His voice was full of worry.
He must have seen me read the text and knew me so well to know something was drastically wrong.
"Uh," I blinked slowly, voice wavering, as the grief sank its feral fangs deep into the marrow of my bones. It's nails gouged through my heart, it bleeding to the depths of my stomach.
What was I supposed to do? Cancel the rest of the show?
No, Keaton wouldn't want that. He would want me to perform with every ounce I had left in me and that's what I was going to do. We could all grief together after.
"I'll explain after the show. Lets close it out strong," I nodded my reassurance to Chase before slowly walking over to my microphone stand.
I ignored the crowd as they chanted for an encore and pushed my way through the bodies of our crew members. Malcolm and Chase were hot on my heels, waiting for me to explain what the hell was going on. I rushed through the last two songs so I could get off stage and find Noah. I needed to know if he was alright.
Trey's fingers grasped my elbow in a tight grip to haul me to a stop. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you rush through the last two songs?"
"Fuck off!" I screamed while ripping my arm from his grasp.
Tears burned in my eyes, and I dug my palms into them to stop the tears from falling. I couldn't break down right now. I needed to find Noah.
When Trey tried to grab me again, Chase stepped in front of me and pushed him hard in his chest. "Leave her alone, man. Can't you see something's wrong?"
"This isn't your business!" Trey stepped up into Chase's chest.
Malcolm felt the immediate change in air, the tension growing its webs deep into the air around us, so he laid a soft touch on Chase's shoulder.
"He's not worth it, man."
Trey snickered. "You always have to come to Chase's rescue. Is that what true love is?"
Chase cursed before pushing past Malcom, laying his fist directly into Trey's jaw, knocking his ass to the floor. I yelped out in surprise while covering my mouth as Chase tried to get another hit in but now Malcolm was pushing him farther away from Trey.
"Calm down! You can't do that right now."
He spat at the floor where Trey sat while clutching his jaw. "He deserves it! I'm pissed I waited this long!"
Trey was fast on his feet to barrel past Malcom to tackle Chase down the ground, laying fist after fist into his face.
"Stop it!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.
Malcolm cursed then grabbed Trey from the back and basically tossed him to the side. Chase scrambled to his feet, spitting blood at the ground as he tried to go after Trey.
"That's all you got, pretty boy? Need your boyfriend to come save you again?" Trey taunted with a smirk.
"Fuck off, Trey!" I screamed while stepping between him and Chase, who immediately moved me behind him to block me from Trey.
"Oh, what's this?" He raised a brow. "Noah's dick wasn't enough, now she's sucking yours too?"
Trey's body crumbled to the ground, clutching his now broken nose that had blood pooling to the floor between his fingers.
Malcom cursed under his breath while rubbing his sore knuckles.
"You're a piece of shit," I seethed from over Chase's shoulder. "Not everything is about you!"
"The hell it isn't!" Trey screamed. "You're always taking everyone else side. I'm your boyfriend, Y/N! Why are you in such a hurry to find Noah? You should be with me, not some pussy kid who think he's going to be the next big thing."
Chase advantaged to Trey once more but Malcom was quick to step in front of him.
Malcolm grabbed Chase's face so he could look at just his emerald eyes. "I know, man. But look at Y/N, look at her! She's two seconds away from breaking down and we don't know why. She needs us."
Chase's nostrils flared as he gave one last glance down to Trey before his eyes fell on me, who was still covering my mouth, mind swirling with so many differnt emotions I didn't know which one to focus on. I didn't realize but tears were streaming down my face as I continued to stare at Trey.
"I can't believe you're taking their side. After everything I gave you?" He seethed while slowly rising to his feet.
I blinked, astonished he said that. "I'm not getting into this with you right now."
He spit blood at my feet, wiping it on the back of his hand. "You're pathetic."
I thought the anger would rise as he pushed past us but the grief was so strong; it outweighed all the rest.
"Y/N," Malcolm was now lifting my chin up towards his face, worry filling the emerald lights of his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I have to find, Noah."
My voice was so quiet, and I knew they didn't hear me so after clearing my throat, I held my shoulders straighter so I could tell them the words that I was dreading to say.
"Keaton. He's uh-.," I swallowed thickly. "Keaton's dead."
Chase's anger left his body as he ran a hand over his buzzed head while Malcolm gave a slow nod, my words still registering with him. We all were close with the guys in Too Close To Touch but they knew the special bond Keaton and I had. They also knew how much I was battling inside my mind.
"Come on," Chase's soothing voice encompassed around me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leading us through the backstage area of the venue.
Malcolm showed us his phone. "Jolly said Noah's outside, he wanted to be alone."
I nodded numbly. "Maybe I'll catch him before we leave-."
"No."
Turning in Chase's arms, I saw Nick standing at the doorway that lead out to the back parking lot. His hair was a mess as if he was running his hands through his and while his eyes were red, it looked like he was holding in his own tears.
"He won't talk to any of us, not even me. He's shutting down and I don't know how to help him," Nick said with so much defeat in his voice, it made my heart wrench in pain.
"I don't know how much help I'll be if he won't even listen to you, Nick," I shrugged.
His eyes shined with the wetness of tears. "Please."
I was already loss for words and which made me unable to say the things that crawled my mind. How would I be able to translate how I'm feeling about this when truthfully, I didn't know myself?
"Okay," I let out in one breath. "Where is he?"
"When I left him, he was pacing in front of our bus," Nick said while motioning for me to follow.
Chase left a kiss on my head while Malcolm bumped his fist with mine, his way of showing affection, and I followed Nick outside where the sight broke my heart. Noah was pacing the length of the bus, running a frantic hand through his long hair. Jolly and Folio watched from afar with their hands in their pockets, not sure what to do. Noah let out a loud noise that shook the earth beneath me, the raw grief destroying him.
"Noah," I spoke softly.
Red, bloodshot eyes, stared back at me as tears stained his face. Noah's bottom lips trembled as a broken sob crawled out of his throat.
"Is Trey around? Because I don't want to deal with that bullshit right now."
"Fuck Trey," I spat, the altercation from earlier still burning low. "It's just you and me, Noah."
Both of us stood still for a long moment before the same magnetic pull that was etched in deep in our hearts made us both break out in a sprint towards each other. I fell into his embrace, nearly knocking him over, as his arms circling around me while he buried his face in my hairline. Noah completely broke down when my hands spread over his large back, needing to feel the heat of him. I cried into his shirt as my fists grasped the back of it. We stayed like that for so long, until neither of us could cry anymore, and his raw voice spoke in a hushed tone.
"He can't-." The words died on his lips as he choked on a broken sob.
Still in his embrace, I rested my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. "I just talked to him earlier this week."
Noah tensed in my arms for the briefest of moments. "Me too."
I rested my cheek to his chest again letting the beat of his heart calm my own. One had was running fingers through the long strands of my hair while the other grasped at my lower back. This pain was unknown; I'd never lost someone so close to me like this before. I didn't know the correct way to grief but knowing that Noah was going through the same thing made it a little easier.
"Kenneth said the funeral is on Friday," Noah's chest rumbled.
I looked up at him again with my arms still wrapped around him. "What do you want to do?"
Noah swallowed the large lump in his throat, doing his best to hold back his tears. "I need to go."
"Alright. I'll book us two tickets to Kentucky. I'm sure Ethan and Matt will understand if we need to cancel the next show."
"You're coming with me?" He asked, almost shocked. "What about-?"
I gently touched his cheek. "I'm not letting you deal with this on your own, Noah. Keaton was my friend too. I'm going."
With a relief sigh, he brushed his lips through my hairline, pressing the softest of kisses there and even though I forced the butterflies deep down to the pits of my stomach, I couldn't stop the small smile that pulled at my lips.
"Thank you, angel."
Hoping out of the bathroom on one foot, I balanced while strapping on one heel before switching feet to do the same to the other. I straightened out and brushed away the stray hairs on my black dress before turning my attention to Noah, who was standing in front of the mirror in the room, staring at himself.
"I'm almost ready to go. I just need to find my jacket," I said as I rummaged through my suitcase.
He didn't say a word, just kept staring absentmindedly at his reflection and although he was already dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button him, something was missing from his outfit; the grey tie that hung loose from his fingers.
We arrived to the hotel in Lexington earlier this morning and almost immediately, Noah shut himself in the bathroom to get ready. I checked in on him after a while when I realized the shower was running for some time and when he called back. 'I'm alright, angel' I let him be. Noah needed time to heal and mentally prepare himself for today. I didn't want to add any extra pressure that wasn't necessary. Thankfully, both Matt and Ethan were more than alright with us taking two days off to come to Keaton's funeral. We ended up having to cancel tonight's show but once news broke online of Keaton's passing; the fans understood.
After the first initial shock of finding out about Keaton, Noah shut down. He's barely said anything to me or the guys since the other night and Nick stressed to me before we left I needed to make sure Noah didn't retreat into himself.
"He hasn't had an anxiety attack in some time but I'm afraid that with the weight of everything, it might cause him to spiral."
I promised Nick with a bone-crushing hug that I'd keep an extra eye on Noah.
Noah was already so far in his head that when we walked into the hotel room to see only one bed, he merely shrugged before shutting himself in the bathroom.
"Hey," I said softly while resting a hand on his back. "What's going on in your mind?"
He tore his gaze away from the mirror and held up his tie. "I don't know how to tie a tie."
"Here," I smiled while taking it from his hands and popped the collar of his shirt so I could slide it around his neck.
We stood in silence as I worked on tying it and Noah stared straight over my head. Our breathing was the only thing heard in the room as my eyes traveled away from the tie to the tattoo's on his neck and I bit the inside of my cheek when the urge to lick it filled me.
"Yes, it hurt."
Noah's deep voice broke me out of the trance over tracing over the design of snake, apple, and hand.
"Hm?" I peered up at him, fingers finishing the knot in his tie.
"The tattoo, it hurt. You were staring at it so I figured you were about to ask me that," he said.
The brightness of his dark eyes dulled the night we found out about Keaton and part of me worried it would never return.
"Yeah," I murmured, even though that wasn't what I was thinking about. "Well, I'm done."
Noah smiled a thanks before he grabbed his jacket off the chair in the room and slid it on. Next came the rings and bracelets and if it was a different circumstance, I would marvel at how attractive his fingers were.
I stared at him for a long moment as he stood in front of me, now fully dressed.
"What?," he asked.
I bit my lip nervously, unsure how he would answer my question. "Could I brush your hair? I can fix it so it stays out of your face today. If not, it's not a big deal. I just thought maybe-."
For the first time in a few days, Noah smiled just the slightest and handed me a brush from his bag. "Promise you won't braid it?"
"I won't," I chuckled while motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bed.
He did, and I kneeled behind him to run the brush through his hair. It dried weird after his shower and kind of a mess around his face. I figured it would bother him today, so that's why I offered; not because I wanted to take care of him anyway I could.
From the mirror in front of us, I watched as Noah's eyes shut and a pure look of bliss crossed his features. The hard lines in his forehead eased and the darkness underneath his eyes lightened just from this simple action.
"You don't have to carry everything on your shoulders, Noah," I whispered as I set the brush down on the bed but remained kneeling behind him.
My hands rested on his shoulders as I stared at him through the mirror. His eyes met mine in a dull way but there was just enough spark of life that eased the grip around my heart.
"I know, angel," he nodded while grasping my hand, giving it a squeeze.
When he stood to his feet, my hands fell from him and I couldn't lie I missed the way his strong muscles felt under my fingers.
"Ready?" I asked once I had my jacket and bag on.
"No, but I don't have a choice. I have to say goodbye," Noah ran a hand over his somber face.
It truly worried me if he'd be able to make it through the day without showing some kind of emotion.
Instead of dwelling on it, I extended my hand towards him. "Come on. Let's go say goodbye to our friend then."
The warmth from his hand as his fingers intertwined with mine made my heart flutter in my chest and he reassured me he was in fact fine with a gentle squeeze.
"I'll call you guys once the tour is over and all of us can get together for a dinner for Keaton," I smiled weakly to Kenneth.
"He'd want that," he smiled.
I wiped away a few tears before nodding. "Yea."
Mason motioned behind me. "How's he doing?"
Turning on my heels, I took in the broken sight of Noah who was sitting on a stone wall in the cemetery, pure grief on his face. The funeral wasn't easy for any of us but for Noah, it nearly brought him to his knees; if it wasn't for me.
My arm hooked through Noah's as I rested my head on his shoulder, the both of us staring down at the now filled grave. People has dispersed by now, going to the wake, but Noah wasn't ready to leave. He wanted to stay for a few minutes to say something to Keaton. But the longer we stayed in this position, I realized maybe he couldn't find the words to say.
I rested my chin on his arm while looking to the side of his face but the strands of his hair covered what I wanted to see the most so I brushed it behind his ear. "He knows, Noah."
A muscle in his jaw ticked. "It's not fair."
With a long sigh, I rested my head against his shoulder once more and looked at our friend's grave. "I know."
"Yeah, he will be. Might take some time but I'll make sure of it."
Saying goodbye to Kenneth and Mason, I walked over to Noah who slowly stood when he noticed me.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
I planned on walking next to him but when he extended his hand towards me, my heart did the same stuttered it always did when around him. So with our hands intertwined, our hearts seemed to slowly be, I let him lead me towards the rental car.
"Are you hungry?" Noah asked.
"I could eat," I shrugged.
Once we reached the car, he opened the passenger door for me and helped me into the seat.
"Noah, I can get in the car by myself," I giggled when he even clicked the seatbelt over me.
We were so close and I could feel his warm breath cascade over my lips as I tilted up towards him, almost closing the distance. It was the same pull, only this time it was stronger, the energy vibrating in our veins. Noah leaned closer but when my phone rang loudly from my purse, he pulled away while clearing his throat.
"You should get that," he said before shutting the door.
Trey's name flashed across the screen and with a grumble, I ignored it and sent a quick four word text to the group chat me, Malcolm, and Chase had.
Going dark. We're okay.
Once my phone was shut off, I leaned back into the seat as Noah started the car and drove away from the cemetery. Trey had been calling almost every hour since I left early this morning and it was getting to where I nearly chucked my phone out the window. He wasn't happy I was coming here, especially with Noah, but I told him to go fuck himself; he couldn't tell me what to do.
Not anymore.
"Shower's open," I said while walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie.
Noah sat perched on the edge of the bed still wearing his clothes from the funeral, and rested his elbows on his knees. When he heard me walk into the room, he quickly wiped away tears and cleared his throat.
"Okay," he kept his gaze cast downward to the carpet of the room.
Shit, he was crying.
Then I realized, a soft tune was filling the room and felt my shoulders fall; Keaton's voice grazed my ears as Too Close To Touch played through the bluetooth speaker Noah brought.
"Noah," I said gently while sitting next to him. "Please don't hide this from me."
"Angel," he warned but any malice behind his voice was deadweight.
He was exhausted and couldn't fight, as much as he wanted too.
I brushed my fingers over his face to tilt his chin towards me and sucked in a breath when I saw how red and swollen his eyes were. Not saying another word, I brought him down to my chest while his hands immediately grasped at my sweater, holding on for dear life as if he was afraid the grief would rip apart from me and drag him deep into the dark abyss.
Noah's cries tangled with Keaton's voice as I let his tears stain my sweater, his body shaking in my embrace. I brushed the air back from his face so he didn't have to worry about it sticking to his face with the tears.
"I fucking miss him, angel. It's not fair."
I blinked away my own tears. "I know. But he's still with us in everything we do. We have pictures and messages from him to remember, we have his music."
Noah sucked in a large breath, burying his face deeper into me. "I can't believe he's fucking gone. I can't. I've lost so many people-so many. I just-. I'll miss him so fucking much."
I rested my head on top of his. "Me too."
He pulled his head away from my chest and I raised my hand to brush away his tears, one hanging on by a thread on his eyelash.
"If I'm being honest," he took a breath to steady himself. "Sitting here with you tonight has also hit me like a train."
Another pause as he exhaled the breath, body shaking with nerves or grief, I wasn't sure.
"I can't lose anyone else. I can't." Noah shook his head. "I don't-I-want-"
"Hey," I cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over the tear that hung on his eyelash. "I'm right here."
His eyes twinkled with the wetness from his tears. "I don't want to fucking lose you, angel. No matter what; I can't. I won't."
"You won't," I repeated his words back to him with my promise, tears falling from my eyes down to his lap.
After the tears were shed and Noah felt a little lighter, he went into the bathroom to change into a pair of sweats and a shirt, throwing his hair up with a claw clip. I'd made myself comfortable leaning against the headboard and Noah followed, sitting right next to me. We continued listening to Too Close To Touch, almost in a way to honor his memory. Noah's knee brushed against mine but I didn't bother to move away from him; his body heat wrapped around me like a blanket and I reveled in feeling this sense of peace in so long.
A deep yawn fell from my lips, and when I gazed at the clock, I nearly groaned. It was only four in the afternoon but with all the emotional trauma we went through today; I was ready for bed.
"Here," Noah extended his legs on the bed and patted his lap. "Lay down. You should get some rest, angel."
I hesitated. "Are you sure? We never even talked about the sleeping situation. I can go lay on the couch."
Noah rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile. "We're two grown adults, we can share the same bed. I'll even put up a wall of pillows if that makes you comfortable."
"No, you don't have to do that," I giggled. "But I definitely will take you up on that offer of laying my head in your lap."
Something dark flashed in his eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Go for it."
Ignoring the way my core clenched with the image of me doing other things in his lap, I rested my head against his thigh and almost mewled in pleasure when his long fingers ran through my hair, nails scratching lightly across my scalp.
"Is this alright?"
I nodded. "More than alright. If you keep doing this, I'll fall asleep."
Noah hummed. "That's the plan, angel."
"How can you say this was all part of your plan? Start explaining. Crafted from hope and hospital beds, she's gone."
"No," I trembled. "Not this one."
Out of all the songs, this one was the one I did not want to hear tonight; Eiley.
"It hits differently now, huh?" Noah noted.
"Yea, it does."
With the music and Noah's soft fingers through my hair, I dozed off only to awake sometime later when I felt intense eyes staring down at me. I opened my eyes in a daze and looked up to see dark eyes watching me, tracking my every movement as my lips parted in breath. His expression was something I'd never seen before; blank, lips drawn in a straight line, and his brown eyes blown dark.
I opened my eyes wider and his face lit up with a small grin.
"Hi, angel."
"Hi," I whispered.
Noah gently put his hand on my cheek to scan my face once more, almost waiting for a reaction. I met his intense gaze with my own and felt the intensity from the pull that seemed to be connected by our hearts pull me down so deep to the abyss that was Noah Sebastian and for the first time; I didn't ignore it.
I almost expected his kiss. It's always been right there between us, waiting hungrily. What I didn't expect, however, was his hands so rough, to hold my face tenderly. I didn't expect the furrow of his brows as his eyes darted from mine to my lips, almost in a silent question.
Please.
As the earth stood still, gravity nonexistent, Noah laid his lips to mine, kissing me softly, slowly. Everything around us blurring and disappearing. My fingers grasped his wrist to keep from slipping away from how light I felt with his lips on mine, gasping into his mouth at the sensation that came roaring to life inside of me.
A match lit in a dark room, flaring with brilliant light. My lips parted with that gasp to let Noah slip his tongue past mine, and then fight for dominance until eventually, he won.
He tasted fucking heavenly and when a low growl crawled from the back of his throat; I knew Noah thought the same for me.
"Fuck," I rushed out suddenly, sitting up from his lap in a start. "Oh my god, I am so sorry."
Noah raised his tattoo hand and gently cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing over my kiss-swollen lips. "Fuck, no I'm sorry angel. I shouldn't have."
He leaned in close so he could whisper his apology into the air and all noise ceased to exist. There was this tension thick between us and suddenly, I was afraid that with what happened, things would get awkward between us. But Noah broke out in a light laughter one that eased the erratic beat of my heart. I soon followed, both of us laughing away the tension.
"Nick let me bring the Super Nintendo. Want to play a few rounds?" Noah smirked.
I scoffed playfully. "Your ass is grass and I'm going to mow it."
Noah, who was still chuckling and out of breath, stood from the bed to get the game set up. "Whatever you say, angel."
Some people might think laughing and going to playing a video game right after an intense kiss like that was not normal but for Noah and I, none of this was normal. I appreciated he could tell the tension was too thick I couldn't catch my breath, so he immediately made the atmosphere breathable again, the only way he knew how, with blushing cheeks, familiar scars, and electric hearts.
#noah sebastian#noah sebastian and reader#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian reader insert#noah sebastian smut#enemies to lovers#right person wrong time#starcrossed lovers
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one for the history books
luke hughes x f!hockey player - social media au
this is so silly but i kind of like it
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ynofficial: i was ok...until i got kidnapped from my own party 😞
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ella_huber26: THAT'S WHERE YOU WENT???
ynofficial: YES SEND HELP
dylanduke25: no don't she needs initiating first
matthewknies: what?? is this some lame michigan thing?
ynofficial: oh kniesy you don't know what you just did
matthewknies: did i just accidentally kill you?😬 worse things could happen
user9: how did this happen exactly
edwards.73: my gorgeous face across a crowded room
markestepa: don't be gross
ynofficial: ethan literally lured me into a corridor saying there was an emergency and mark and dylan threatened me I NEED TO BE BACK BY THE MORNING BECAUSE I HAVE A GAME YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY PANIC
abbeyy18murphyy: idk you kind of look like you're having fun 🧐
ynofficial: she is, we're treating her nicely👍
abbeyy18murphyy: i take it back IMMEDIATELY who is this?
ynofficial: god
mackie.samo: it's truscott
nolan_moyle: i just want to let the gophers (#respect✊) know that i do not condone this behaviour from the wolves, but i also can't tell you where she is at this moment in time
adamfantilli: is that because you don't know where she actually is or because you've been blackmailed and/or threatened by either mark, ethan, dylan or hughesy?
nolan_moyle: yes
adamfantilli: which one????
nolan_moyle: all of them
user10: bro why are umich kidnapping a gopher
user11: think it has something to do with rivalry? not sure
user12: do we need to report it or????
ynofficial: no
ynofficial: yes
ynofficial: jacob get out of my account
ynofficial: no
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ynofficial: wisco is my g and my girls are incredible
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ynofficial: i just need to let everyone here know that yesterday i was kidnapped by approximately 3/4 of the umich wolverines to play an unofficial game of hockey AND I FUCKING WON just thought i'd let you guys know💪💪
rutgermcgroarty: ahem
adamfantilli: ahem x2
lhughes_06: ahem x3
ynofficial: *we
adamfantilli: i thought you were supposed to be a team player
ynofficial: not of umich ew
adamfantilli: you don't have to hide the fact that i'm your favourite wolverine, you know
ynofficial: you're not even my favourite #19
matthew_tkachuk: 😁
ynofficial: idk wtf you're doing, i'm talking about troy terry
matthew_tkachuk: no you're not
ynofficial: no i'm not
ynofficial: sewer rat
matthew_tkachuk: stop talking to brady he's a bad influence
marner_93: you created that, not brady
matthewknies: THAT'S HOW THE GOPHERS DO IT
ella_huber26: YUP
matthewknies: i was talking about beating the wolverines
ella_huber26: why are you like this
umichhockey: admin apologises for the kidnapping
markestepa: me too
ynofficial: that's only because you, duker, ethan and mackie lost
edwards.73: yeah 😞
ynofficial: do you think njd will sign me now
jackhughes: i mean...you clearly work well with luke
ynofficial: get out
nicohischier: jackhughes i'm calling a mclovin
jackhughes: fuck ynofficial i'm sorry
trevorzegras: wait what was that? what's a mclovin and why did jack just instantly apologise? what was he apologising for?
_quinnhughes: wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy
colecaufield: the girls are fighting!
mattboldy: holy shit you actually beat them???
ynofficial: THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING
user13: why are like 97% of the matts and matthews in the nhl in this comment section
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ynofficial: i know the ncaa and frozen four journey for us is over, but i can't help feeling so insanely proud of the team. i'm so excited to see where next season takes us!
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ella_huber26: 💛 🧡
matthewknies: proud of you girls!
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ynofficial: BOO // HELLOOO I'M SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR // SJHGAJH9[QIGD [error404]
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ynofficial: mitch still doesn't know i was at his game even after he looked me dead in the eye
marner_93: YOU WERE WEARING A FAKE MOUSTACHE AND A MICHIGAN HAT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK????
ynofficial: IDK BUT OBVIOUSLY I HELD OUT TOO MUCH HOPE
matthew_tkachuk: i would have recognised you
ynofficial: liar
matthewknies: ew wtf is the last one????????????
ynofficial: don't ew me i've seen what you and ella send each other
matthewknies: i apologise pls don't leak anything
edwards.73: a michigan hat? where tf did you get that?
adam.fantilli: it's mine
rutgermcgroarty: it's mine
edwards.73: what
dylanduke25: IM SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR
ynofficial: AHHHHHHHHH
markestepa: wtf is going on
trevorzegras: i think we'd get along you know
ynofficial: idk about that
_quinnhughes: thanks for keeping him humble
ynofficial: it's my favourite thing to do
_connorbedard: how do you avoid the social media contracts for posting about games? i'm asking for a friend
ynofficial: bedsy, you just gotta fuck around and find out
_connorbedard: 😲
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ynofficial: gutted.
it's been a hectic couple of days, and despite being out for the final, i had so much fun playing with this amazing bunch of women. i can only hope to get the opportunity to do it again. team usa were incredible, and were exciting opponents - congratulations on the championship.
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nursey16: you broke records, it really was an honour playing with you ❤️
ynofficial: right back at you, nursey! ❤️
jamie.drysdale: if this is how you play now, you're going to be unstoppable in a few years
colecaufield: ^
_quinnhughes: ^
_connorbedard: ^
marner_93: ^
matthew_tkachuk: ^
nicohischier: ^
lucafantilli: ^
ella_huber26: ^
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dylanduke25: oops. anyway, this guy made his nhl debut with the devs and scored his first nhl goal the other night. sorry it's late. i'm just so sorry
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mackie.samo: luke like🧍
markestepa: i need to bleach my eyes
dylanduke25: it wasn't even that bad
rutgermcgroarty: he's just mad he doesn't have game
jackhughes: I FIND THIS OUT THROUGH DYLAN????
_quinnhughes: i found out through brady tkachuk who found out through matthew, i think i should be more annoyed
trevorzegras: LUKE HAS INSANE GAME?????? I HAD NO IDEA lhughes_06 teach me your ways
lhughes_06: no
edwards.73: boy does mackie owe me money
ynofficial: i'm not even mad
dylanduke25: well that's a relief
ynofficial: i actually prefer it this way it's kind of iconic. thanks, duker
dylanduke25: you're welcome?
ynofficial: that being said, i know where you live and you should sleep with one eye open 😄
matthewknies: i always knew there was something up with you ynofficial
ynofficial: dude i could literally make your life as a leaf a living hell
matthewknies: are you threatening me rn?
marner_93: yes
user23: why does everyone think luke is the one with game? what about y/n l/n?
nolan_moyle: i can confirm that this is true
adamfantilli: fr we can't let her hard work and luke's obliviousness go unrecognised 💪
mackie.samo: she worked tooth and nail honestly
trevorzegras: that explains a lot actually
lhughes_06: thanks
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ynofficial: thank fuck i ditched matthewknies for nj when i did
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matthewknies: you stayed too long imo
ynofficial: you know you liked my company
matthewknies: you're stinky 🙄
jackhughes: hold on, you're in nj?
trevorzegras: she's sitting with me and jim tonight
jackhughes: nobody told me THE y/n l/n, my sister-in-law, is in nj
lhughes_06: we had to take you out of the gc
jackhughes: but you're living with me right now??????
lhughes_06: oops
ynofficial: i'm going to tell him
lhughes_06: don't you dare
jackhughes: tell me what
jackhughes: _quinnhughes help me
_quinnhughes: let me recover from my tonsils IN PEACE
marner_93: i hate you
matthew_tkachuk: you did us so dirty with those photos
ynofficial: had to bring you both down a couple of notches after that bitch fight
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jhuggerspriv: WAS NOBODY GONNA TELL ME SHE'S IN MY HOUSE
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_quinnhughes: oh dear
zeepriv: jack is hardcore fangirling
lhughes_06: wtf how did you get that close to us to take that photo without us realising
_quinnhughes: jack wtf dude
jhuggerspriv: i spoke and they ignored me
ynofficial: what did you say?
jhuggerspriv: i asked if you could sign me a puck and take a selfie with me
lhughes_06: dude oh my god
ynofficial: okay sure
lhughes_06: BE GENTLE SHE'S STILL CONCUSSED
jhuggerspriv: jeez lukey i'm not a caveman
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lhughes_06: happy one year to my best friend
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_quinnhughes: whAt
jackhughes: A WHOLE YEAR???
markestepa: i feel violently sick to my stomach
dylanduke25: aww you guys 🥲
rutgermcgroarty: cute
matthewknies: istg hughes if you hurt her
lhughes_06: what is it with matthews threatening me lately? i have no fear of you, i literally got threatened by tkachuk the other day
ynofficial: aw matthewknies you like me really
matthewknies: you're not half bad
adamfantilli: POWER COUPLE ⚡️⚡️
jackhughes: i'm calling an apartment meeting rn
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ynofficial: happy one year to my favourite person
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marner_93: of all people you chose a hughes?
ynofficial: what's your beef?
marner_93: none. just seems like you're planning to have genetically enhanced hockey babies
ynofficial: MITCH WTF
matthew_tkachuk: i thought i was your favourite person
ynofficial: you're one of them, luke's just at #1
ella_huber26: omg you're adorable
ynofficial: no YOU'RE adorable
matthewknies: aw thanks
ynofficial: i was talking about ella but don't let me rain on your parade
matthewknies: 🙄
edwards.73: SHE TOLD ME FIRST GUYS
dylanduke25: actually it was me, i walked into the toilets at the arena immediately after luke walked out and i legit thought she was gonna faint on the spot
lhughes_06: you need to do the math bc that was literally two months in
ynofficial: he told me he loved me and then walked out because i froze and he freaked out at me freaking out
_quinnhughes: ah, young love
ynofficial: also dylanduke25 edwards.73 i told matthewknies first, where did you get that idea from? 😭
matthewknies: we're actually besties 😏 shocker
edwards.73: WHAT!!!!!! YOU TOLD KNIESY????
ynofficial: i hadn't even met you wtf
dylanduke25: i think it's cute you told matthew first
jackhughes: i'm stalking your instagram and idk how i honestly didn't see you were dating luke
lhughes_06: that's because you're dumb as fuck
_quinnhughes: real
jackhughes: i prefer the term oblivious or maybe idk KEPT OUT OF THE KNOW
lhughes_06: what was i supposed to do?? you had a hockey skill crush on my gf how was i supposed to just drop that at dinner
jackhughes: like drop it
lhughes_06: you would have had a panic attack and collapsed out of a sudden increase in high blood pressure
mackie.samo: when did you get so smart?
lhughes_06: ynofficial is a secret genius
ynofficial: not true, he helps me with my flashcards
trevorzegras: see you at the lake house this summer
ynofficial: OMG I'M INVITED?????
trevorzegras: no lol i'm just fucking with you
jackhughes: she's coming
lhughes_06: definitely
_quinnhughes: trevorzegras is the last person that will ever get a say on who gets to come to the lake house and who doesn't
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YOU'RE THE ONE I WANT
Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader
Summary: George denies his feelings for you because he's self conscious but you want to know he wants you or not
Warnings: a bit angsty i guess?
NOTE: this is pretty long so i might have to make a part 2
Part 2
you have been Friends with the twins since first year, and a lot has changed in those 6 years.
especially your feelings for the younger twin, George.
the way he'd smile at something Fred would do that wasn't even funny, or the way he's always check up on you when noting even wrong in the first place.
he was sweet and gentle, way more than Fred was.
you had accompanied the Weasley's at the Quidditch world cup and the whole time you kept glancing at him, right beside you, his cheeks covered in green and white paint as he cheered for the Irish and booed for the Bulgarians
you kept looking at him until Fred noticed and caught you, giving you a look. only then did you focus and not look at George the rest of the game
Later while walking back to the tent, Fred caught up to you and walked with you
"so.. George, huh?" he snickered
"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows
"I mean come on, there's a way more attractive twin right next to you and you chose the funky, fuglier one? you must be blind, Love" Fred teased with a smile
"George is not fugly" you rolled your eyes
"so you like him" he smirked
"just because I said he's not ugly doesn't mean I like him, Fred" you sighed
"but you do" he whispered over the loud cheers and celebrations
you looked at him tiredly and fought back your smile, he knew you too well
"he fancies you quite a bit too, you know" he nudged you
"he does not, Fred" you shook your head
"how would you know? you don't hear what we talk about when you're not around" he crossed his arms.
"I'll believe it when I see it" you chuckled
"oh you will"
you both walked into the tent and started celebrating with the others when George came up from behind you, scaring you. you screamed in surprise and hit his arm lightly, making him laugh
"what were you and Fred talking about?" he asked after calming down
"well- I- I don't kno- nothing" you stuttered like a fool, making you cringe
his smile faltered "oh, ok" he nodded vigorously
he walked away from you, thinking you were keeping secrets from him
after celebrating and teasing Ron, you all set into panic when you were getting attacked
Fred took Ginny's hand before running away
but you were focused looking around at the fires to notice George's panic when he couldn't see you
he called out your name loudly, refusing to leave without you.
you turned around and tried looking for him through the people running past you
"George!" you yelled out to him, letting him know you heard him
you didn't hear anything back from him but you felt a tight grip on your wrist before getting pulled along with the crowd
-
that was almost a month ago and your 6th year had began
George was still the sweet, gentle and caring young man he has always been and it made you swoon over him most nights
and you made sure you let Angelina know that, she would hear about George all the time from you and she would tell you about Fred.
and despite what Fred says, George still hasn't shown any liking towards you other than friendship
but you took Fred's advice anyway and did it yourself, flirting and being more affectionate with George. but he would just smile it off
until you started to feel hopeless and pathetic
you found Fred in the common room by himself for a change and decided to bring it up again
"Fred have you been messing with me?" you questioned, sitting beside him
"in what way?" he smiled, knowing he messes with everybody
"with George, I've done everything you told me to do but it seems like a waste of time, I really don't think he fancies me" you sighed
"I don't know what to tell you love, He tells me about his feelings for you almost every day, I think he's just too much of a coward to act upon it, I don't get why you like him when the better looking twin is right in front of you" he teased
you didn't reply to him, you just stood there feeling like an idiot
"hey, it'll be fine, He would be stupid to not like you anyway" he assured you, pulling you into a hug
he pulled you closer until you were basically on him, trapped in his arms.
he had a smirk on his face as he looked at you, and you knew what he was gonna do
he started to tickle you, making you laugh and squirm around, trying to get away from him
"stop!" you squealed
"never" he chuckled evilly
"hey guys"
Fred stopped tickling you and helped you sit up right. an awkward look came across Fred's face as he looked at George who stood in the middle of the room.
you sat up and looked at George, who looked uncomfortable
"hey, George" you cleared your throat, looking ahead of you, fiddling with your fingers
"was I interrupting something?" he replied, looking a bit aggravated
"no, not at all mate" Fred shook his head, noticing his twins face
"ok then" George nodded before walking towards the couch, squeezing in to sit down in between you and Fred, which made Fred smirk as he looked at you with his eyebrows raised
"I'm just gonna go to bed, see you tomorrow, Love" Fred said, getting up, placing a kiss to your head, and walked away to the stairs, looking back to see George glaring at him
"go for it" Fred mouthed to him, making George roll his eyes
George refused to move away from you.
"what was that about?" he asked you
you were still sat there, fiddling with your fingers as he talked
"just playing around" you mumbled
"cool" he clicked his tongue
he was still pressed up to you, making you feel boiling as the warmth of his side and the fire warm you up
"i should probably call it a night too. had a long day" you announced as you stood up.
"oh, ok then. goodnight" he frowned
"night" you rushed before going up to your dorm. without giving him the usual kiss on the cheek you normally give him before going to bed
George sat there alone, thinking about the past month, how he would catch you and Fred together, attached by the hip
he knew something was going on, he felt left out and you didn't like him as much.
he was starting to suspect something was going on between you two, something he wished he had with you
he couldn't blame you, Fred was the better looking twin, and after all the nights talking about you to Fred, he probably started to feel the same things George felt.
Fred was funnier, more outgoing, he was the more popular twin, the one that everyone thinks of first. how couldn't you like him? all the girls did.
but he was mad at Fred, he knew his feelings for you, he knew how much he liked you, yet he still went off to be with you. George didn't think Fred would do anything like this to him, they were brothers, twins.
-
the past week you would see George talking to all these different girls, he would lean against the wall as they tucked their hair behind their ears nervously, giggling softly and hitting his chest, obviously flirting with him.
it made you confused, he would never really show any girl attention unless they were his friends, not to say he wasn't friendly with people, but this was something else.
he wasn't hanging out with the group at all and when you all walked around you would find him with a girl, flirting.
you weren't going to lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did, the other night were he squeezed between you and Fred where he looked jealous must've been nothing.
you weren't able to talk to him as he was always out and about with different people and it kind of annoyed you.
Fred even said the only time he sees him is after curfew when he's already in bed, where he would sneak in after hours and head to bed
it was starting to piss the older twin off as he was without his partner in crime
Fred was going crazy as he couldn't do any pranks and you told him you would gladly help, so that's where you were, out in the corridors with Fred, getting ready to prank his brother.
not the brother they usually prank, Ron, but George. it was Fred's idea to get payback for abandoning the group.
he set it up and you kept look out for him, looking through the door to see him and a new girl talking, close together, her beginning to get touchy with him, you watched as he smiled down at her smugly
"which girl do you think he'll ask to the ball?" Fred asked you quietly
"I couldn't really care to be honest" you sighed, still peeking through the door
"I know you do, either way I'm sure Lee would take you if you end up without one" he replied
"they're coming!" you whispered loudly, not getting a chance to react before Fred grabbed your hand, pulling you around the corner, snooping as you poked your head around the wall to see.
as George walked out the door, he was greeted by quill ink pouring all over his body before stink pellets dropped on him, making him reek for at least a week, getting worse when you shower it off.
then lastly, slugs dropping from the ceiling that pooled at his feet and collected in his hair and going down his shirt
you and Fred began laughing until you heard the high pitched scream
for it hadn't been George being the victim, but the girl he was with getting pranked.
she screamed and yelled out at George, he stepped back and covered his nose from the stink and cringed at the look of her
the girl cried and she jumped up and down and shook herself to get the slugs off herself. making you and Fred snicker at the sight
George must've heard you through the screaming and crying because he locked eyes with you, making you go wide eyed
he looked pissed, like he was gonna yell at you
"come on" Fred panicked, grabbing your hand and running away from the scene, you both ran to the common room and sat out on the couch puffed out and tired from going across the school.
"do you think he's mad?" you quizzed him
"he looked pissed, but he won't yell at us, she'll probably think he did it himself" Fred chuckled
you heard loud footsteps coming from the entrance as you and Fred starting laughing again, barely being able to breath.
Fred fell of the couch and began wheezing when he saw George standing at the side of the couch, looking at you both angrily
his arms crossed and a frown on his face as he glared at you
"what the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" he yelled at you both, making your laughs die down, looking at him shocked
when you didn't answer him he continued
"do you guys seriously not know how to grow up? she went to her dorm crying covered in ink and not to mention she stank, she hates me! she thinks I did it!" he didn't look mad anymore, he looked livid.
and then he caught a glimpse of your hands that were together as you looked at Fred as he sat on the floor.
you were trying not to laugh as you looked at George's mad face.
the small airy giggles slipped from your lips and Fred started shaking from holding his amusement in.
you covered your lips and looked at the ground, trying to calm down again
George looked at you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion
"stop bloody laughing, Y/n! it's not funny!" he shouted at you
you stopped giggling and you looked up at him
"what is wrong with you? we were having fun" Fred interrupted
"it's not fun when they get hurt, Fred" George defended the girl
"we pranked people everyday and they always got somewhat hurt and you didn't care, why do you care now?" Fred faught
"that doesn't matter now! just leave me and any girl i talk to alone" George scoffed, his hands dropped to his side, he began walking to the stairs to get to his dorm.
you looked at Fred and smiled "someone's got their wand up their arse" you mumbled, wiggling your brows as he snickered
"you know what? you guys are perfect together, you are such a bitch, Y/n, and you both ruin everything" George came back and pointed at you as he told you off loudly
"don't yell at her" Fred got up and stood in front of him, trying to defend you
"Fred leave it, he's just being an asshole because he thinks he's finally mature and grown up" you rolled your eyes
"piss off" George grumbled
"go ahead" you snapped
he sighed before leaving, shaking his head, deciding to turn in for the night
George didn't mean what he said, he felt horrible as soon as the words left his mouth, but it's in the past now, and his words had already affected you both. he knew you both hated him in that moment for that.
he was just trying to get you out of his head by putting other girls in there, he was allowed to. you were off with Fred so why can't he go off and be with other people too without you ruining it.
he knew he would have to apologise, after tonight that girl would probably start telling people and the word would spread out that no girl should be around George or he'll just prank you.
and because of this he'll probably end up without a date to the yule ball, which he was hoping he would be able to go with you, but it seems impossible for that to happen, as you're probably going with Fred
-
it was the weekend and you and Angie went out to Hogsmeade to find dresses for the ball. before you left you saw George by himself on the couch, when he saw you, he looked like he wanted to say something but you were quick out of there, not letting him have the chance
"soo, Fred huh?" you smirked at the girl as you searched the rack
"you don't mind do you? I know you guys are really close" she smiled nervously
"no not at all, he's my best friend, and you guys look so cute together" you reassured her with a warm smile
you had told her about what happened with George as she woke up to you sobbing about it
"are you going with anyone?" she asked
"no, but I'll be ok if I go alone, Fred said who would save me a dance" you shrugged
"oh that's nice, you could just stay with us the whole time if you want" she beamed
"I wouldn't do that" you chuckled lightly
"oh my, look at this dress!" she ushered you over to her, making you let go of the rack and go over to her to see the beautiful purple velvet dress
"you should try it on!" you pushed her towards the changing room with the dress in her hand.
you waited for her and looked through the dresses
"I quite like this one" you heard from behind you, curiously, you turned around to see George holding a dress, looking at you
you looked him up and down and turned around
"it's ugly" you replied shortly
"I'm really sorry, Love. I don't know why I said any of that last night, I didn't mean it I swear, I'm an idiot I know, you can remind me all you want. please forgive me, It'll never happen again I promise" he pleaded as he walked to stand beside you after putting the dress down
"why are you here?" you sighed, not looking at him
"I came here for Zonkos, I just saw you through the glass and I wanted to apologise" he answered
"what do yo- oh" Angie spoke as she walked out wearing the dress
"Ang it looks beautiful, he's gonna be all over you" you clapped your hands as she twirled
"what's he doing here?" she looked at George weirdly
"he came to apologise" you smiled tightly
"well, we don't accept" she crossed her arms
he nodded his head and stood there uncomfortably for a moment before backing away
"ok, well, I'll see you around then"
you heard the bell above the door ring and the door shut
"does he have a date?" she asked, leaning against the rack
"not sure, he's been talking to a lot of girls, he could've asked any of them."
-
George started sitting with your group again and stopped talking to new girls every day.
you had forgave him when Fred did and you guys were good again.
you would notice that George would still seem to break you and Fred apart but he also seemed more affectionate and whenever you would start to bring it up with him, he would deny it and just say he was always like that.
you started to think he was playing with your feelings, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and wanted to mess with you.
and you got tired of it.
you were sat with Fred near the black lake as you talked about it, and he told you that George started talking about you again
he decided to change the subject by telling a joke making you wheeze of laughter, you were huddled over, holding your stomach as you struggled to breathe
"you look so stupid" he teased
you hit his arm making him wince in pain
"hi guys" George spoke as he walked up to you both, making you pause what you were doing
"Hi George" Fred answered, nudging you to respond
"hi" you mumbled
"can I sit" he asked, waiting for a response, we nodded our heads and he sat down with you.
"so the ball" he started, playing with his fingers
"ah yeah, you excited Freddie?" you nudged his side, making him smile
"yeah" he muttered
you looked over at George for a moment and saw his upset look on his face
"I have to say that Angie looks beautiful in her dress and you're gonna be drooling when you see her" you teased him, making him roll his eyes
"Angie?" George tilted his head in confusion
"yeah, her and Fred are gonna dance the night away, hand in hand all lovey dovey" you giggled.
Fred pushed you and you fell onto your side as you laughed at him
"piss off"
"you're going with Angelina?" George asked
"yeah, I asked her ages ago" Fred answered him
"I thought you two were going together" George whispered.
you and Fred looked at each other and burst out laughing at the younger twins words
"never" you both said at the same time
"oh" he nodded his head slightly in response, making you and Fred look at each other wondering what he's getting to
"you two should go together" Fred suggested, subtly winking at you
"I would rather go with moaning myrtle then her!" George laughed a little too much, slapping his knee and he chuckled
"I'm gonna go, I need to help Hermione study" you awkwardly got up and said bye to them as you started walking away
you heard footsteps approaching you and you sped up
"wait up!" you heard George yell out to you, you rolled your eyes and slowed down
he get to you and walked along with you
"so how are you?" he questioned
"why?"
"can't i ask my beautiful best friend how she is?" he wondered, tilting his head
his words made you stop in your tracks, leaving him confused as he stopped and looked back at you
"what?" he smiled
"what are you doing?" you glared at him
he frowned at your words
"what do you mean?" he stepped towards you
"you've been doing this for so long now and I'm getting tired of it" you replied annoyed at him
"tired of what? what did I do?"
"you come in and break me and Fred apart like your jealous then insult me and then go back to being nice, make up your mind" you huffed
"I'm not jealous" he denied
"ok well then, what was all the sitting between us and pushing him out of the way to be next to me? are you playing with me?" you crossed your arms defensively
he sighed, not knowing what to say
"you act like you like me and then you completely shut me off. make up your mind or just stop talking to me" you demanded
he swallowed deeply
"did Fred tell you?" he wondered
"he told me months ago" you responded
"I thought you were with Fred, so I gave up trying," he started "I do like you"
"doesn't seem like it" you moved past him, walking away
"what do you want from me? you told me to make up my mind and then I told you how I felt, is that not what you wanted?" he questioned, keeping up with you
"George, you just insulted me not even 5 minutes ago? if you fancy me then show it! or I'm not going to believe you" you spat, annoyed by him
"why do you think I went off talking to other girls? love- I-" he started before you cut him off
"George, I don't care anymore. I really don't. you can't say you like somebody to then act like a complete arse after, if you fancy me then prove it!" you spoke angrily before walking off, leaving him there
-
George had tried his best to show you his feelings. giving you little gifts, sending you owls, going with you everywhere you went and telling you sweet things he liked about you
but you didn't yet trust him fully, he was only doing this because you told him to show his feelings, if you hadn't said that, what would he be doing instead of being with you right now?
you were heading to the library when you heard the all so familiar voice call out your name from behind you
you turned around, bracing yourself for more gifts and compliments
he caught up to you, his hands holding something wrapped in brown wrapping paper
"mum made you it, for Christmas, you can open it now or on the day" he cleared his throat, handing you it
Christmas was in 2 days- and the Yule ball
you took the package, knowing what it is and smiled, thanking him, making a mental note to send Molly an Owl to thank her
"so, I was just wondering if you'd like to go to the Ball with me?" he asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans
"I'm sorry- I'm uh- I'm going with Lee" you frowned. Feeling bad when his face fell
"Oh- right ok" he nodded vigorously and you noticed his Adams apple bob as he gulped
"Sorry- he asked me a few weeks ago seen as we both didn't have dates" you apologised
"Well, you can ditch him if you want. Seen as though it's not a romantic type of date" George suggested selfishly
"How could you ask me to do that? Just because it isn't a romantic date means I'd trade him for someone who wants me romantically" you shook your head.
"I'm sure he'd understand, he's one of my best mates" he shrugged
"George if you wanted to go with me you should have asked me instead of going off with other girls just because you were jealous of me and Fred" you exclaimed
"Well you were the one who told me to prove my feelings. I could of asked you ages ago!" He argued
"Then you should of! And instead of getting mad at me for having another date because YOU WOULDN'T ASK ME! You could learn from your mistakes and not get caught up in ugly emotions. They don't suit you, George" You raised your voice "and next time there's a ball you can pack up the courage before it's too late!"
"I thought you and Fred were together" he spoke sadly
"Well instead of going off with other girls yuu could ask me and talk to us yourself!" You yelled
"Yeah but I never wanted them, you're the one I want! You're the one I've wanted for years!" He cried out
"Yeah well next time you know what to do then, don't you?"
He stayed silent for a moment "yeah" he whispered nodding his head slowly
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truth or dare 🌙 // george daniel x reader
a/n: this is based on a few requests and also loosely a sequel to first time and midnight, car lights. so the ages are 18 and 20! i tried to make this as realistic as possible so it's not perhaps the hottest thing ever but it's weirdly sweet haha
cw: brother's best friend, loss of virginity, smut in general, fingering. they talk :)) so much :)), the use of "good girl", female reader
wc: 6.3k
the room is buzzing with energy. loud and boisterous sounds of people having fun and whooping along to a silly game of truth or dare. matty already has his tongue down someone’s throat—as a “dare” of course. you cringe internally.
it’s one thing to sit and play a game of truth or dare with your brother’s friends and potentially spill embarrassing secrets, it’s another to sit there and watch your brother practically dry hump some girl you’ve never seen before.
and then there’s andrew who keeps looking at you like he wants them to do the same.
you stifle the urge to retch.
“alright, alright,” ross puts his hands up, “we get it, let’s move on.”
matty and the girl pull away amidst boyish whoops and giggles. the girl hides her mouth behind her hand, coy and flirty, and matty, ever the little shit, throws her a wink.
“okay, okay, right. good luck to whoever who has to sleep near matty’s bedroom tonight,” one of the people jokes and another roar of laughter goes up. great, yeah, fucking hilarious. because once again, that would be you.
“next up!” andrew picks up the bottle, wiggling it at the crowd of people and building up excitement.
it spins and spins and spins in dizzying circles and for a moment you wonder if it will ever stop or slow down. it’s a silly thought. of course, the bottle slows dows, going past you once before losing some more momentum, then past you again and you breathe a sigh of relief. not you…
until somehow, the bottle gets second wind, spinning way past what it should have been able to, its nozzle coming closer and closer and closer before it stops right on you.
when the next cheer goes up, it sounds like it’s coming from under water.
you look aroud at the faces of the people gathered. the growing sense of dread climbs up your spine, manifests in visible goosebumps that you resist rubbing away. fuck this, fuck your brother and fuck his friends.
matty is utterly useless when you glance at him for any kind of help. all he does is grin mischievously, clearly relishing the idea of you being at the center of attention. next to him, george sits with an unreadable expression. but you know looking at him is not a good idea…
looking at him only makes you think about the kiss and how you have not spoken since…
andrew, who had spun the bottle, wears a sly smile, his eyes still fixed on you. you know him well enough to understand that he's been angling for this moment. the rest of your brother's friends exchange knowing glances, anticipating some juicy revelation or an embarrassing dare;.
ross, trying to keep the game moving, speaks up, "alright, truth or dare?"
you briefly consider choosing dare, thinking you might be able to dodge a potentially embarrassing truth. but you know these guys—they're relentless when it comes to dares, especially when it's your turn. besides, you don't give a shit if you appear cowardly in front of them.
taking a deep breath, you muster some courage. "truth."
a couple boos ring out. matty makes an exaggerated “pfft” and goes back to his makeout. george just stares at you with a raised eyebrow.
but there’s one person in the room whose attention doesn’t waver. andrew still has that persistent look in his eyes, clearly brainstorming something devious.
“your most interesting sex story. go,” he grins, staring at you with the utmost interest.
you roll your eyes and groan audibly. “really, andrew? couldn’t think of something original?”
“yes, really,” he counters, sounding like a fucking knobhead. “and i wanna know. the rules are the rules.”
you look around the room, trying not to panic. everyone has gone from looking bored at you picking truth to back to looking at you with wide eyes. and no amount of trying stops the heat from creeping up your neck.
“i don’t–it’s not interesting,” you stammer out. trying to make up something on the spot. “they’ve been pretty basic. just regular stuff.”
you hope it’s enough for them to lose interest again, to call you boring and vanilla and move on to the next person. but fuck andrew and fuck his lecherous curiosity.
“what’s ‘pretty basic’?” he pokes a tongue in his cheek, eating up the subsequent oooohs with a big smile.
you look around the room, first at matty only to find that he and the girl are already halfway out the door, heading up to his room (gag). then you look at the next best person.
george. stoic george with his arms crossed in front of his chest, glaring at andrew as if he could kill him with his stare alone.
“your usual stuff, andrew…” you grit out, staring at a spot behind him. you should have just stopped this, should have told him that truth entails one question and one question only and it’s none of his business but you’ve always let matty’s friends strong arm you.
“so describe it, little healy—”
“don’t call her that.”
to your surprise, it’s george who speaks up before you do. his entire body vibrates with tension, jaw clenched and arms taut.
“move on, andrew,” his voice has an edge of warning. “she clearly doesn’t want to discuss it.”
you stare at him in awe, about to nod as a silent thank you when george stares directly at you. “besides, why do you want to know something so boring and vanilla?”
the people snicker and you feel your face drop. his tone is not cruel, it’s just matter of fact which somehow hurts more. a faint buzzing fills your ears, increasing by the second.
this is too much. you need peace and quiet and the comfort of your own room, not this stupid party with all these idiots. you should have never agreed to it.
the bottle spins again, you do not wait to see who it lands on. instead, you do the cowardly thing of running up to your bedroom.
“the last time i checked, the game was called truth or dare,” george drawls behind you just as you’re about to open the door to your bedroom.
you barely even wait for him, rolling your eyes to yourself and opening the door in a huff. he’s just like the rest of them—an idiot. an idiot you were stupid enough to kiss and have a crush on.
of course, george doesn’t back away too easily.
pushing his way into your room behind you, he closes the door, acting as if this is his space. deja vu hits you like a tonne of bricks.
“it’s none of their business,” you retort.
“shoulda picked dare then…”
“and what? make out with andrew? you and i both know that’s what he was hoping for.”
the serious expression on his face crumbles for a moment, replaced by an annoying little smirk.
“character development, little healy,” he teases, once again crossing his arms in front of him and leaning against the door.
you don’t know how you always end up like this—george in your room without anyone’s knowledge, looking like the boy of your dreams while you fume at him for one thing or the other.
“shut up,” you mumble petulantly.
george doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead choosing to look around him nonchalantly. all you can replay in your head is the kiss, and his stupid little smile after. and then the fact that he seemed to vanish into thin air for two weeks.
you can't help but feel a mixture of irritation and curiosity. he's always been a puzzle to you—maddeningly frustrating yet undeniably intriguing and despite your attempts to resist his charm, there's a part of you that can't help but be drawn to him.
you decide to break the tense silence that has settled between you two. "what are you even doing here, george?" you demand, your voice laced with annoyance.
frustratingly enough, he chooses to answer it with a question of his own.
“why is sex such a touchy topic?” george toys with his bracelet, “you’re only 18. most people your age haven’t done it yet.”
“you’re joking, right?” you laugh, unable to hide your incredulity. “and what does it matter to you if i have or haven’t done it.”
“it doesn’t,” he shrugs, “not to me. but clearly it matters to you… wouldn’t have been so defensive otherwise.”
“i wasn’t defensive—”
“shup up, george,” he says in a high pitched voice, a crude imitation of you presumably. and it is nothing what you sound like. yet he continues. “i have seen photos, george, i have seen videos!” then he shakes his head, one irresistible lock of hair falling in his face. “isn’t that what you said last time? about the weed?”
“it bothers you, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he continues when you refuse to speak. “why not ask someone. you’re a pretty girl. any boy your age would say yes.”
“so you do it then,” you challenge. it’s only when the sentence has fully slipped out, beyond your control, that you realise what you just said. it’s only then that your heart starts hammering in your chest.
your back is pressed against the wall of your room. faint music and chatter slips in through the cracks of the door and yet you swear you can hear the loud beat of your heat echoing all around the room. george stills in place.
“i’m asking you; since you think i have such a problem with being a virgin,” you continue. no point backing out now, no point pretending you didn’t offer to let him fuck you. for the first time. “it’s long overdue anyway. i don’t want candles and flowers and a picnic under the stars. i just want to get it over with.”
“don’t say things you don’t mean, little healy.” his voice has gone hoarse as if it strains him to speak normally. you watch as he swallows roughly, the hollow of his throat becomes prominent for a brief moment and you wonder what it would feel like to get a taste of his skin.
“who says i didn’t mean it,” you push yourself off the wall, taking one daring step closer. george stays where he is, still looking at you intently, still watching. his lips part as he tries to subtly take in a shaky breath.
“your brother—”
“doesn’t care,” you finish for him. “someone else has his attention tonight.”
“this is so wrong…”
“why?”
george scrutinises you, rolling his tongue in his mouth. you follow the line of it, wondering how it would feel in your mouth—its weight and its texture. how it would feel on your body, to be touched like that for the first time.
“why is it wrong, george? i am old enough. i want this, i am consenting to it.” george stands straighter as you stop right in front of him.
to an untrained eye, he looks casual and cool as always, effortlessly carrying all 6’4 inches of him, effortlessly beautiful and irresistible. but the vein standing taut on his arm says otherwise. he’s anything but cool and casual. if anything, he’s as charged as a live wire.
“unless you don’t… unless that’s not something…”
“stop.”
it’s your turn to freeze and gawk up at him wordlessly. george closes the gap between you, stepping towards you until you’re back in your original place; against the wall with his hand resting next to your head. his mouth is so close as he leans down—pink and full and just…filthy.
“you have no idea… you don’t–fuck. okay.” he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. his face is a mask of something. almost something you recognise. but it passes just as quickly as it appears.
“you have never done this before, any of it, have you? you couldn’t even look people in the eye while saying it, bushing and flustered like a schoolgirl.”
“i have!” you burst out, indignant and angry now. “i have done…things. i have kissed and made out with people, i have…people have seen me without a top on.”
george laughs roughly at that and swallows again. the hollow of his throat appears again, right there, tauntingly close. all you have to do is get on your tip toes and you’ll be kissing it. but then there’s the way his other arm snakes around your waist.
you are pressed flush against the wall with barely an inch between the two of you. and even though he still hasn’t touched you, if anyone walked in on you in this position…
“so you haven’t done shit. tell me something…have you ever been touched like you touch yourself? have you ever had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced? someone ever go down on you? make you see stars and blackout?”
the questions come out like rapid fire; each one making your blood run faster and your heart pound all over your body. heat courses through you. it’s undeniable that you want him to do all those things to you, want him to be the first.
by the time he’s finished, his mouth is parted. his pupils are so dilated that his eyes might as well be black and you can feel the warmth of his breaths on your face. so you decide to take matters into your own hands, say fuck it and pull him down, crashing your mouth onto his.
both his hands are on your waist instantly, holding you tightly as his mouth moves against yours. it’s rough and hot, full of want. his body is pressed against yours, his hard chest and the bulge in his jeans against the softness of your body. this is so much different than the first kiss. it’s all hardness and intensity and hot searing kisses.
you’re vaguely aware of jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his middle, vaguely aware of george moving across the room and placing you on the bed.
george barely breaks the kiss when he takes his top off, warm skin pressed against yours. your head spins.
this is happening. this is happening with george. with GEORGE.
there’s a part of you that wants to run around the room and hyperventilate. another part of you—the much bigger one—decides to be bold again, copying his moments as you take your top off too, silently thanking the patron gods of teenage sex that you chose to wear a good bra.
“you really…” he pants, struggling to catch his breath for a second. “you really want this? with me?”
your hair sticks to his jaw a you pull back slightly, just enough to be able to speak.
“i do, i—” a rough swallow, “i want you.”
“okay then,” he leans forward again, then stops, trying to fight off the massive smile making its way onto his face. you didn’t think there would be something to find endearing in the middle of a one night stand. yet here you are, fighting a big goofy smile of your own.
“show me what you do,” george sits at the end of your bed, watching you with hooded eyes. his chest glistens with sweat—so does yours, you imagine—making his tattoos stand out in the warm light of your bedroom. “when you touch yourself, how do you do it.”
heat creeps up your cheeks at the prospect of being entirely naked and vulnerable in front of him. shyness floods your body making you avert your gaze and bite your lip nervously. not that you don’t trust him enough, but you don’t want to be ogled at so blatantly.
“uh–um, i don’t–that’s…” it’s frustrating that you can’t even get a proper sentence out, stuttering and stammering like a fucking child but george clocks it instantly.
“what is it?” this time his voice is gentle, curious. “is it too much? do you want to stop—”
“no! no, i just…” you keep your eyes averted building the courage to tell him exactly what you want. there’s no denying the fact that george makes you nervous; he always has but you have to remind yourself what he said—practically drilled into you—at the beginning.
you are in control of everything. all of it.
“i don’t want to be stared at, that–that’s too much.”
his features soften as realisation dawns on him. you wonder if you’ve put him off—sex should go both ways, after all. what’s the point if only one of you enjoys yourself?
“right then…” silently, george moves from the foot of the bed to right next to you.
the movement makes the bed dip and your breath quivers in anticipation the closer he comes. is he going to put a stop to it? break it to you gently that he’s not interested anymore. maybe you should have sucked it up and done what he told you to do, he’s the one with more experience after all…
“what are you…”
he settles himself right next to you, legs spread open just wide enough for—
“come here,” he instructs and pats the space in front of him. “how about you show me some other way. guide my hand, if that’s okay.”
for a moment, the idea stuns you. of course you knew what sex entailed but it’s just…it’s so much happening all at once. so much that requires being vulnerable.
but you trust george. so you nod and do as he’s told you.
you close your eyes once you settle yourself between his legs, fully immersing yourself in the feeling of him all around you—his cologne and cigarettes and the hint of sweat that’s somehow the most perfect combination ever. your hand is so much smaller on top of his, guiding him down starting just at your navel. his other hand is on your breasts, kneading and rolling your nipples between his fingers expertly.
george doesn’t need you to guide him, judging by the gasps and moans that he draws out of you, you know he can make you feel good either way. but this is more for you than him, more so you would feel in control, and that adds to the thrill of it all the more.
“does this feel good, sweetheart? is this okay?” his voice is all around you, skittering over your bones and sending a shiver down your spine. all you can do is nod and whimper. all you want to do is guide his hand further down.
george lets you.
the callouses on the pad of his fingers leave electric tingles in their wake as they brush your pelvis. a gasp echoes around the room, sharp and sudden.
“that’s it,” he coaxes, “show me how you like it.”
his fingers graze the inside of your thighs and right above the waistband of your underwear, leaving goosebumps wherever they trail.
“take these off me?” you breathe out into the stillness of your room. he takes no time in obliging—hooking a finger in them and lifting your hips off the bed to slide the delicate fabric down your thighs and past your knees until they’re discarded somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. this is it, you, here, fully naked and at his mercy.
“better?” he asks.
you nod, leaning your head back onto his collarbone. george nips at your skin, making you giggle and loosening some of the tension filling your body. his fingers hover over your clit, waiting for you to show him what you want.
“fuck, george,” you breathe as soon as you feel his touch—it’s just the right pressure, the right pace as he circles your clit. your hand falls slack, back arching off his chest lightly as you bite your lips to stifle a loud moan.
this is nothing like you’ve felt before, nothing like your own hands make you feel. this is like tiny fireworks right under your skin.
“shit, that–that feels so good.”
george hums behind you, keeping up with the pace you set. his fingers dip between your folds, teasing and inching towards your opening—keeping you on edge. the sheets are bunched between your fingers, sweaty back pressed to his chest. george nibbles at your neck, right over your pulse point as his fingers play with your nipples; stimulating, sending jolts through your whole body.
“so wet,” he breathes, peppering kisses down your shoulder. his finger circles your entrance, rough and thicker than your own, better than you’re used to. “so perfect for me.”
it’s enough for you to cry out—whine really. because you want him, need to feel him. but he’s taking his own sweet time.
“what was that for, huh? needy little thing,” he taunts, “what do you want?”
between the words and his gruff voice, all thoughts fly out of your head for a second. he hasn’t even properly fucked you yet and your head is already starting to feel like mush.
“you, please,” you all but beg, “want your fingers in me, please george…”
“think you’re ready to take it?”
nodding nervously, you spread your legs wider. your hand reaches back, caressing the nape of neck, scratching it in slow sensual circles. hearing him groan is enough to calm your nerves. sure, the effect you have on him is minuscule compared to what he’s doing to you, but it’s a small victory regardless.
george falters for a brief moment, head thrown back as you feel the spike in his heartbeat. it makes your own skip a beat. but he recovers quickly, teasing your folds a bit more, finger circling your entrance.
“tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?”
your stomach churns from a mix of anxiety and excitement—this is happening, this is really happening. george tuts when you nod on auto-pilot.
“need you to say it, love. use your words.”
“y–yes, yes, i will.”
“good girl,” he whispers, lips pressed to the shell of your ear.
before you even have the time to react to that, he slides a finger in, just the tip first. he goes slow, takes just enough time to gague your reaction.
it’s a strange sensation—a good sensation. his finger is noticeably thicker than yours, and longer, the pad of it scratches against your insides, making you gasp. george stops once he’s all in.
“good?”
“fuck–yes!”
all you need to do is give him that little nudge before he pulling the finger out again, and thrusting it in, this time faster, rougher. your insides feel like liquid, melting further and further with each graze of his callouses, with each thrust, and oh the rhythm…
you knew he would know how to set a pace but somehow he gets it right on the first try, going just slow enough to give your body time to adjust but fast enough for a familiar knot to build in your stomach. his thumb presses against your clit each time.
“oh my god–oh god…” you can’t remember the last time you’ve chanted it so thoroughly, reciting it like a prayer and chasing your high.
“need to add another finger, sweetheart. need to stretch you out, that okay?”
his voice makes you jolt. it’s all around you, deep and scratchy and almost a growl—teeming with lust. of course it is, you can feel his hard on pressed against the small of your back, can feel the way his heart is thumping in his chest. you can hear his audible swallows and groans each time you dig your nails into his thighs, every time you grind against him when the pleasure becomes too much.
“mm-hmm,” you nod vigorously, “yes… need more…”
it’s frankly a surprise that you still have the ability to speak because every single part of your body feels like it’s melting, blood zapping through your body, pushing your heart into overdrive.
this time when george thrusts in, it’s with two fingers. you cry out at the sudden stretch, the burn that accompanies it. george falters when you jolt forward.
“shit–shit did i hurt you?”
hurt??
“no, i—” it takes you a moment to gather your thoughts, and to take the whiney edge off your voice. “that felt good… better than before. keep going, please, just—”
george doesn’t let you finish, pushing his fingers inside you again. the hilt of his palm crashes against your clit, rougher than before and your body trembles from all of it.
“such a perfect girl, taking me so well.” his words add to the heady intoxication.
your head spins, completely blanking out on anything else. all that matters right now is george and his hands and his voice. his lips latch onto your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and peppering kissing and this time the buzzing that fills your ears is nothing like before.
now as your legs shake and spasm, you know you’re close.
“gonna cum, george, fuck…keep going…” it’s a whine, you don’t know where it just came from but now is not the time to care about that.
his fingers keep moving in and out, plunging into you, drawing out wet and obscene sounds until you feel them hooking inside you, without warning. when george parts his fingers inside you, stretching you more, it’s enough to push you over the edge.
with a cry, you slump against him, gushing onto his hand, incapable of doing anything else as waves of pleasure crash onto you, blinding you almost. this has never happened before… never. not with your own hand, or the tiny white bullet in your drawer. something about his body makes your blood sing.
facing george after that feels like a daunting task. he did just witness you completely falling apart on his hand and who knows what kinds of sounds you made in the heat of the moment…
a flush creeps up your face when george turns you around.
“fuck…” he breathes, panting, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. “that was so hot, fuck!”
for a second you don’t know what to say so you sit there, trying not to nervously bite on your lip, averting his eyes. because that was just the foreplay… the main part is yet to come.
“did you enjoy that?” he asks tentatively. another second ticks by before you feel a hand under your chin, tilting it up.
“sweetheart…” george begins. his eyes are soft—blown out and hooded with lust, sure, but somewhere in there, there’s a tenderness you haven’t seen before. “do you want to stop? it’s alright, if that’s all you want to do tonight. i promise…”
you contemplate it. you want him, you want his closeness and you want his body and if sex feels anything like what you just felt then you absolutely can’t wait for it.
“i want to keep going,” you reply.
this time, george leans forward, hand still on your chin, holding it in place as he goes in for a kiss. something soft and sweet. a stolen moment of leisure amidst all the burning passion and hormone filled lust.
“are you in your head?” he asks after a minute.
you know the answer is yes. it shouldn’t be this difficult, he has done nothing to make you feel uncomfortable. on the contrary, you have never felt so safe with another boy.
“i think so…yeah. i just, i don’t know how to stop overthinking it.”
he contemplates it for a long time, at least it feels like a long time. you’re aware of the wetness between your legs, of the little fire in your stomach that still hasn’t gone out. you’re aware of how hard he is and yet how he hasn’t even talked about himself yet.
“can i touch you?”
it’s an unsure question; your voice sounds small to your ears but there’s an undertone of curiosity. his eyes widen.
george nods, moving to take off his brief. when he’s done, george settles on his knees, now fully naked.
your breath catches in your throat. it’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before. you’ve watched porn. the first guy who made out with you and got to third base had you feel him over his jeans. and although it was more unsettling than it was fascinating, it was a new experience.
but watching george is a mesmerising thing. he’s not shy about his body, if anything, his bold confidence makes him hotter than any other boy you’ve ever known.
“please.” he breathes in deeply, trying to stay still as your hand inches between his thighs.
he’s big, at least to you he is, thick and hard. george groans loudly when you trace his length with a finger, running it along his red tip that already leaks with precum. the sound is throaty, almost a growl. so this is what a man looks like when he’s fighting to stay in control.
his eyes are closed, a string of curses falling from his lips as you wrap a hand around the base of his cock, moving it tentatively—slow strokes from the base to his tip and back again. his body shudders, the hollow of his throat moves.
“i’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, love.” his voice is a throaty whisper, his nails dig into the flesh of his thighs even as he so clearly struggles not to thrust his hips into your hand.
it’s the small, impulsive movement that fills you up with some confidence. a tiny thrill of pride shoots through you, thoroughly pleased at the way his body responds to your touch. some of the tension in your body dissipates.
“well, isn’t that the goal here? to make you cum?”
george clicks his tongue, “not before you. tonight is about you. my pleasure is just a byproduct.”
george moves before you have the time to respond, grabbing his jeans from the foot of the bed to look for his wallet. and there, inside, as expected is a small, silver square.
“you ready for it?”
“yes,” you say and this time, there’s not a hint of doubt in it. “yes i am.”
george tears the foil with his teeth, spitting it out to one side and taking the condom out. you watch unabashedly as he rolls onto his dick. his fingers work deftly—practiced, sure movements; small things that make you aware once again of how inexperienced you are.
but that’s about to change.
his mouth is back on yours, hand back between your legs, drawing rough eight figures on your clit. you barely even registers as george lays you down on your back. all you can focus on are his fingers dipping in and out of you once again, quick and expert thrusts that have you on the edge again in no time.
“lift your hips for me, love. just like that.” his voice is soft, his eyes are softer. there’s a tenderness to his face that you’ve never seen before; a stillness that’s gentle and comforting.
poised on top of you, you can feel his tip brushing against your entrance. nerves flood your body as you do what he’s asked.
“george…” it surprises you how shaky your voice sounds. for all your bravado before, your mouth feels dry. “please just…go slow, please.”
he pauses for a moment and you marvel at his self-control once again. he could so easily just chase his orgasm somewhere else, fuck someone else at the party. yet here he is, pausing every two minutes to make sure you’re alright and enjoying yourself.
he cups your face, gently running a thumb along your lower lip.
“i will. as slow as you want.”
his hand is back between your legs, teasing and brushing against your clit, melting your moans into small bursts of ecstasy. his fingers keep moving, building up pleasure again, bringing you closer and closer to the edge until a second orgasm hits you.
as you writhe under george, trying to ride out your high by grinding against his hand, he kisses you again, tongue licking the inside of your mouth, teeth clashing against teeth.
“tell me if you want me to stop,” he pants. his voice is strained. you imagine he’s being pushed to his limits.
“yes, just–just do it, i am ready.”
lining himself against your entrance, george pushes in. the first few seconds are completely normal. he moves slowly, sticking to your limits and pressing small kisses on your face. the stretch you feel is fine, exactly how it was when you were riding his fingers. a moans slips out, full of lust. and that’s when the burn starts.
tears well up on your bottom lashline the more he pushes in. you feel too full, more than you ever have, too stretched out.
“are you in?” your voice quivers and george pauses.
“not yet, sweetheart. but almost.”
another nod from you and he moves again, the burn intensifies, turning your moans of pleasure into whimpers of pain until george bottoms out and stills in place.
“you okay? does it hurt?” his voice is hushed, words coming out rapidly as he tries to make sure everything is alright. despite everything, the concern in his voice melts your heart.
“hurts a little. can you just–just stay still for a bit?”
he nods again. george lowers his forehead, resting it onto yours. the moments stands suspended in time. by the time, the burn subsides, you’re kissing again—slow and sweet, fingers intertwined.
“okay,” you nod into the crook of his neck, “okay you can move.”
the stinging is back when he starts moving back and forth. he’s going as slow as possible, you know it, yet it takes you body a bit longer to adjust, for sparks of pleasure to come through between the pain.
when you open your eyes, you find him already looking at you, a soft pink flush visible on his cheeks. to your surprise george averts his eyes quickly.
“i–uh,” he stammers a little, “i’m–um, i’m not gonna last long.” the last part is whispered, like a shameful confession. “you’re really tight and–fuck! fuck, baby it feels so good…”
“george,” you interrupt before he has the chance to keep going. he thrusts in again just then, a bit harder than before. this time, the pleasure is much stronger than the pain. all thoughts fly out the window momentarily, but you cradle his face in your hands. brush your fingers on his cheek.
“you’re already making me feel so good. shit, george, don’t apologise. just–you can go a bit harder if you want.” another gasp gets struck in your throat, another little broken moan.
george moves faster, hips bucking, slamming into yours lightly. the friction, the stretch, all of it is better than you could have ever imagined. you couldn’t care less how long he lasts. it’s your body that makes him go crazy, you that’s currently making him losing it. that thought alone is enough to send bolts of lightning all throughout your body.
feeling a little bold, you do the thing you’ve only watched girls in porn do. you wrap your legs around his waist and it’s like something clicks in place. suddenly he’s sliding in much deeper than he was before, hitting that perfect spot inside you that makes your mind go blank and your jaw go slack.
“fuck fuck fuck,” george curses. his pace increases. whatever control he had on himself has finally snapped, whatever leash he had kept on himself, finally gone.
maybe your eyes roll back in pleasure, maybe your legs tighten around his waist, the only thing you remember is clenching around him, telling him over and over again how good it feels.
“so good for me, baby, so perfect,” he coos, hand snaking down between your joined bodies. he finds your clit again, swollen and wet and so sensative, it’s like a thunderstorm just under the surface of your skin.
“gonna cum, sweetheart,” george grunts out. “cum with me, can you do that? hmm?”
you nod, or you think you do. all you remember is grinding on his pelvis and mewling when he flicks your clit. it’s the sound that gets to him, that pushes him over the edge. when his orgasm hits, you feel him twitch inside you. somewhere in the haze, a third orgasm washes over you.
you watch him mesmerised, desperately trying to keep your eyes open, to memorise the look of pure bliss on his face as he fucks into you, riding out his orgasm, letting you ride out yours. his thrusts slow down, eventually coming to a stop.
george doesn’t pull out instantly, instead, he collapses on top of you, breathing hard, panting into your neck. your sweaty bodies stick to each other, still locked in together.
it takes him a minute to gather himself. a minute until he can say, “gonna pull out okay? it might hurt.”
it does a little but the tingles in your body take over and all you feel is a slight sting.
“that was—” you start and stop again, completely at a loss for words.
“yeah?” he laughs a little, lying next to you and pulling you into his chest.
he’s warm and a bit sticky but this is nice, you think, the way his body envelopes yours entirely.
“was i good?”
he hums. “you were perfect.”
the butterflies in your stomach intensify. perfect. it’s nice to hear that word. especially nice to hear it from him.
"you might be a bit sore tomorrow," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "but don't worry, sweetheart. i'll stay and take care of you."
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I don’t know why it just occurred to me that a bunch of the people who joke “a second [x] has hit the towers” were not alive when 9/11 happened. Like to me that’s a transformative pivot point of my life, a before and after. And to some of you guys, it’s like. History. It’s a thing that happened to other people before you were born.
It's not that I think people shouldn't make 9/11 jokes. I don’t think that, also I'm not in charge of jokes on the internet from everyone in the world, and also some are very funny. Like with most things in the Venn diagram of tasteless and funny, the jokes in the overlap: 1) are pure art, and 2) vary wildly from person to person. But for some reason, I suddenly understood the passage of time and what September 11th being 22 years ago means, and I was like “oh. huh. HUH.” Because now jokes about 9/11 coming from someone with no memory of 9/11, who maybe wasn't even born yet? That is so weird to me. what do you mean you don't remember 9/11. what do you mean you're 19. when I was 19, I remembered 9/11.
I grew up in Bush's America, and Bush's America taught us there were only three eras in history: everything that led up to 9/11, the day of 9/11, and everything that happened because of 9/11. That's the land I'm from, that's how we were brought up back there. If you could study history like a map, then some dates would get to be the capital city. In a territory of a thousand different towns, here’s the town with the star next to its name. If you're zoomed out far enough, the only town with a name at all. It's the mandatory detail, the guaranteed example.
It’s really weird to suddenly feel moored in history, to feel yourself becoming a primary document in some future generation's history essay. I felt a magical chronal mindlink with some middle-aged New York ad man in 1965 listening to teens talk about Pearl Harbor. I felt exactly my age and exactly my nationality. I felt like a time capsule. I felt like my mother that time I asked her what it was like growing up in the 1960s, and she told me about the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr.
Anyway, comedy shows kept playing in New York City. I read an article once about one of the shows, a couple weeks after or a week after or maybe a day after, maybe it was September 12. When the comedian inevitably made a joke about the events of about that bad thing that had happened last Tuesday, the crowd reacted. But I don't remember how, and it's very frustrating that I can't find the article, because I remember that the crowd booed, but I cannot remember if they then laughed. Maybe it was a really good joke.
#this is i think an extremely American post from me#this is a post about a 30 yr old american who lives in america#anyway. i can't sleep. so i guess i'll do some. 9/11 blogging
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Hard hours, you say? 😈
I am usually not so bold with requests. And it's quite early. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ But they got me acting up with this comeback. Specifically, Mr. Song Mingi. Just so damn disrespectful. I can't even function. 🫨
Anywhoooo. Pretty please, may I request crossing paths with sharp shooter Mingi at a bar?
You're the best and I hope all goes smoothly with your health appointments. *hugs* 🫰🏿⛰️💜
no YOU'RE the best noona 🥺 💛 the health appointments are health appointmenting in true us healthcare fashion 🤪 but I just got the first scan scheduled so there's progress!! hugs 🫂 🫰🏼sorry this took forever, my body decided it needed more than 4 hours of sleep lmaO
ANYWAY mingi has also been wrecking the absolute HELL out of me too, and he knows what he's doing to us. all the outfits??? the energy his bringing??? and i've been having so so many thoughts about the body roll in the mv like. sir that was FOUL. got me thinkin about those hips 😵💫 plus the "You could be my doll" line in Dune????? hello????? let's add him to the EVOLVEverse crew, shall we?
lil bit of crack at the end sorry i HAD to
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tags/warnings: fem!reader, outlaw!mingi, sharpshooter!mingi, ft. 2ho, pwp, no use of y/n, language as always, mild alcohol use, gun (singular), i know he's our soft boy but he's quite ominous, use of pet names (doll, baby, slut), slight dom!mingi, i'm on my big dick mingi agenda, semi-public sex (empty bar), oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight overstim, unprotected sex (crowd booing), lil bit of objectification & degradation, unedited
The first thing that caught your eye was whatever was spray painted over the WANTED posters outside; some amalgamation of an 'X' and a 'Z' covering the faces of Night City's infamous rebels. You scoffed, shaking your head softly. They'd be fixed in the morning, so why waste the paint?
The second thing that set you on edge was the music. Usually, on a Friday night, your favorite bar was packed to the brim with people, catching end of week drinks with coworkers, meeting with dates they'd never see again, or partying with friends. The music was barely audible inside on the slowest of weekends, much less outside the main doors. Anxiety roiled in your gut, but you continued on your path, cautiously pushing past them.
Only one man stood in the otherwise empty tavern, his eyes snapping up from the drink he was making to zero in on you, and your heart leapt into your throat. There was something dangerous about his gaze and that familiar silhouette, and you froze in place as your brain scrambled to piece the puzzle together. His lips twitched up in a smirk and, once he had put the finishing touches on his drink, he shifted to the side, revealing the WANTED poster hanging behind the bar and the rifle strapped to his back.
Fuck. You were so screwed. You took a step backward, ready to turn on your heel and bolt, forgetting you ever saw Song Mingi or knew the location of this little bar. He turned back to you, seemingly sensing your want to flee, and narrowed his eyes.
"I wouldn't," he muttered, and your feet rooted to the spot.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you stared back at him, the silence stretching to an uncomfortable level, until you finally found your voice to break it.
"W-What did you do to them?"
He tilted his head. "To who?"
"The..." you trailed off motioning around the empty bar. "Everyone. There had to be people here."
He nodded, sipping his cocktail, completely unbothered. "There were." You blinked at him, annoyance building, and gestured for him to continue. He sighed, slinging the rifle off of his back and setting it on the bartop. "When you bring one of these into a packed place like this, folks tend to scatter."
"And you let them?" He nodded. "Aren't they going to call the cops on you or something?"
Mingi snorted a laugh, downing his drink before making his way around the bar to stand in front of you. "Do I look worried to you, doll?"
You swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "C-Can I go too, then?"
He took a step back, eyes raking over you, and you felt heat flush through your body. "You could always stay for a drink. That's what you came for, isn't it?" Despite your mind's protests, you nodded. "Then have a drink with me, and tell me what a pretty thing like you is doing frequenting a place like this."
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This was wrong, so unbelievably wrong. You should have never come in here. But you had, and now here you were, the hand of a wanted criminal resting on your thigh as your eyes darting frantically between his own and his lips. Maybe you could blame your impressive lack of restraint on the adrenaline drop you were facing, or the fact that none of this really felt real, anyway. Whether he sensed or saw your internal struggle, you weren't sure, but Mingi's hand shifted off of your thigh, catching your chin between his fingers.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
You didn't know what came over you, but in an instant, you had tugged him in, slotting his lips against your own. He groaned lowly, tongue quickly swiping over your lower lip and slotting against your own as you let out a sigh. He stood from his stool and dragged you up with him, pressing your back against the bar so he could slot one of his thick thighs between your own. You whined, letting your head roll back, and once your lips parted, he let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, that's not what I was expecting, but I can't say I'm complaining."
Immediately, you wanted to wipe the proud grin off of his face, but before you could snap back at him, his lips were on yours once more.
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Your moans echoed off of the vaulted ceilings, the music once again barely audible underneath them. Mingi was on his knees in front of you, his tongue working magic over your core and two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of you, the slick sounds adding to the symphony echoing around you. You tugged at his hair, the unending pleasure beginning to become too much as you neared your second climax, halfway between tugging him closer and pushing him away.
"M-Mingi," you whimpered, and he groaned against you, eyes blinking open slowly. "I can't, 's too quick, ha!" You jolted, grasping at the bar under you as he sucked at your clit again, another of his fingers prodding at your hole.
"One more for me, doll," he purred, slowing his pace to press inside of you. "Gotta make sure you can take my cock.
"'S too much, Mingi," you muttered halfheartedly, his name turning into a needy moan as his mouth returned to you, tongue soothing the sting of the stretch his fingers brought.
He allowed you a moment to adjust, his lips pressing a kiss to your clit and pulling a quiet sigh from you. This was a sight he could get used to, he thought, your blissed out face above him and your thighs tossed over his shoulders. His cock twitched in his too tight pants, and he groaned against you, the sensation sending your hips bucking toward him, and within moments he had picked back up his relentless pace.
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The bliss when he finally pressed his thick cock into you was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Your lips were parted in a silent scream, only stilted, broken noises of pleasure leaving you. He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest and felt through your back as he leaned over you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. The bar had proven slightly too high for even his tall stature, so he'd spun you around, bending you over a nearby table. Initially, you had protested, offering to brace yourself where you had already been standing if it meant getting his dick in you sooner, but as quickly as your thighs had begun shaking, you were glad he had taken the lead.
"S-So much," you gasped out, melting underneath him.
"Now you see why I needed to prep you so much? I don't like breaking my toys on the first use, baby." The whine that left you as he pressed in further, his words amplifying your pleasure, pulled another chuckle from him, and he ran a soothing hand over your spine. "Think about how full you're gonna feel here in a minute."
You squirmed, hips canting back toward his own, and the hand on your back shoved you into the table. "Mingi, need more. Need all of you."
"You sure you can take it, doll? You're only a little over halfway there."
You let out a frustrated groan and wiggled your hips again, twisting as well as you could to face him. "Yes, dammit. Split me open if you have to, just give me your cock."
He sneered, the hand on your back snapping up to your shoulder, clamping down to yank you back on his cock as he slammed his hips into your own. A scream ripped from your throat and you grasped at the edge of the table, your breath coming in ragged bursts and your vision going white for a moment. When it cleared again, he was running his thumb soothingly over the nape of your neck, shushing you quietly.
"See why I wanted you to be patient, baby? Hurts when you're not ready for it, huh?"
You groaned, body going lax against the table. "Hurts s' good, Min. Wanna... More," you babbled, eyes slipping shut. "Ruin me."
He clicked his tongue, smile audible. "Cock drunk for me already, huh? What a good little slut. Take what I give you nicely then, okay?"
You nodded eagerly, and at your confirmation, he set into a brutal pace. You clawed at the table frantically for anything to ground yourself against as he bent over you, lips pressed to your ear. Every grunt and growl had shivers lighting down your spine, your walls fluttering around him as heat coiled in your gut.
He had brought you to two climaxes already, watched you beg and moan for him, and from the moment he was sheathed in your tight heat, Mingi knew he wouldn't last long. He told you as much when he braced himself over you, breathing the words into your ear as he nipped at the lobe. You whimpered, shifting under him to reach for your swollen clit and letting him drape one of your knees over his arm for better access. The shift in angle had you crying out as his cockhead began to drag over your sweet spot, your pleasure amplifying tenfold.
He had no warning before you were clamping down on him hard, your orgasm triggering his own, his hips stilling with how tightly your walls gripped him. A broken groan fell from his lips as your cunt milked him for all he was worth, your own whimpers melding with it, body going limp and eyes sliding shut. When you both came back into your bodies, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and slowly pulled out of you. You bit back a pitiful noise at the loss of his warmth, slowly propping yourself up on your forearms as he reached for something to clean you both with.
For the second time that night, your heart jumped into your throat as your eyes fell on the two men standing by the doors, still rattling shut behind them. Just beyond it, you could see the familiar outline of a car, its roof topped with a light bar. The taller of them had an unimpressed look focused on your companion, while the shorter of the two was staring, wide-eyed, at you spread out on the table, his ears flushing and eyes turning to the floor the moment you caught him looking. Scrambling to put yourself back together, you opened your mouth to speak, but the taller one beat you to it, clearing his throat. Mingi spun, eyes wide for a moment as he took in the two cops, before he broke out into a grin.
"Perfect timing. Yunho, Jongho, this is... Shit, what did you say your name was?"
Your eyes went wide as the two newcomers groaned, rolling their eyes heartily. "Seriously? You're the worst," the younger one sighed, pushing the doors open and making his way back out to the car. Shaking his head, the other one quickly followed.
"See? No need to worry about the cops."
You blinked, glancing rapidly between Mingi and the door. "What the fuck?"
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RADIO appearance (1) | e.m & s.h
Pairing: Rockstar!EddieMunson x Radiohost Fem Reader x BandManager!SteveHarrington
Summary: You're seemingly going nowhere at your job at Studio 66. You finally get your big break when your boss meets a terrible fate. Given the opportunity to become Mental in the Morning's newest radio host, you embark on a never before experience when you fall into a love triangle between Corroded Coffins, Eddie Munson, and his manager, Steve Harrington, all while trying not to lose yourself to your sudden fame. What will you choose?
Warnings: Cursing, Misogyny, Love Triangle, Sexual harassment in the workplace, eventual smut, Drug and alcohol use, slowburn, mentions of blood, Character death
Authors note: Wanted to give writing on Tumblr a try. Let me know how you like the story and thanks for reading.💗💗
Word count: 2,463
RADIO appearance ⭑ materiel list
Divider credits- @cafekitsune
Circa’ 1991
Spike Van Dyke was an idiot.
He was the type to ask you for the time, even though he had a shiny metal Rolex banded around his wrist, just to purely get on your nerves. Spike was the type of person to play obnoxious clown honks and buzzers on his morning radio show as hungover parents rushed their children off to school in their minivans or Subarus. Spike also was the person to ask you if you were "Mental in the Morning?!" And if you weren't, you would get sprayed with silly string and get kicked in the tush.
Spike didn't like me; well, he acted like he didn't like me. Said I had the type of looks that made a freight train take a dirt road, per se, compared to Candace "Candi" Jones.
Here comes the sad part. My family says it's sad, but I like to think otherwise: After being told I wasn't good enough, I didn't quit. Anyone with an ounce of self-respect in their bones and dignity in their gut would quit after being told they weren't good enough, but I stayed. I've been Spike's humbled assistant for four years now—not like he needed one, though.
Despite being obnoxious and sometimes rude, Spike was a low-maintenance guy. A day's work for me is grabbing him bottled water after he's choking on a fly, getting into his mouth from gawking at Candace.
"Metal fucking sucks." The sound of a crowd booing and then a loud tuba-sounding "Womp womp womp" plays in the background—radio imaging.
Now where was I? Spike Van Dyke was—is—an idiot.
The big and bright “ON AIR” sign lit up my face as I watched from outside Studio 66.
“Now Spike, you aren’t saying that because Corroded Coffin is coming to studio 66 tomorrow, right?” Candice said, a shit-eating grin plastered on her lips. He only kept Candice as the co-host of Mental in the Morning because she once flashed him her big silicon Double D tits at a wet tank top contest he was hosting.
“Oh, that’s a load of bullshit, Candi. And you wanna know why?” “Why?” “You wanna know why that’s bullshit, Candi? Because I hadn’t even heard of crowded coffee—” “Corroded Coffin.” “Until you just brought them up seconds ago.” Spike shrugs, leaning his back in his seat and swinging his feet in his chair because they barely touch the ground.
“I don’t know, Spike, you have a reputation for making your guests mad. Remember when you called Madonna a sellout?”
“She never denied it.”
“And when you called Steven Tyler a creep?”
"That one's true and we all know it."
"Ok, so let me get this straight: are YOU, Spike Van Dyke, going to play nice tomorrow for the Corroded Coffin boys?"
Spike shrugs again. "Depends, Candi, why don't you play one of crowded coffee—" "Corroded Coffin." "Eh.. yeah, why don't you play one of their songs? I'll have my conclusion at the end of the break."
"Welp, you heard it folks, whatever Spike wants, he gets. Here's "Hellmouth" from Corroded Coffin's sophomore album "Mutilation, Sickness, and a Little Death." Make sure you all stay tuned after the break, and also don't forget to stay—"Candice points to Spike, and in his dreadful, languid voice, he says: "Mental in the Morning."
At a click of a button, the dark and muddy strings of Corroded Coffin's "Hellmouth" ring through the speakers of studio 66; by the time the long interlude is over, I only hear a snippet of Munson's throaty singing before Candice and Spike come out of the studio.
The "ON AIR" sign is now turned off, but it's only until the break is over. "That was a good take, guys." I softly say as Candice and Spike leave the studio.
Y'know, when I was five, I dressed up as a brick wall for Halloween--I'd thought it'd be funny. Who knew I'd still be in the same costume fifteen years later? Spike walks straight past me, like the wall I am.
Candice does pay mind to me, leaning beside the same wall as I, looking at the short and stout Spike Van Dyke going straight to his favorite intern--Bonnie, I think her name is--just to mess with her for his shits and giggles.
"Should I start making apology gift baskets now?" I ask her.
She asks. "Maybe he'll have a change of heart this time? You know, I've noticed he hasn't been staring at my breast as much lately. I think that's a sign for something."
"A sign for what?" Now it was my turn to tsk. "That he's finally gone through the lobotomy he so desperately needs?"
I look up at her, and she's laughing. Candice wasn't that much taller than me, but her hot pink stilettos made me look like Stuart Little standing beside her. I join in on the laughter, too. But the joyous moment is cut short when we hear an "eek!" from the intern and see Spike pinching up the ends of her frilly white skirt.
"Poor girl." Candice says. "One day he's going to mess with the wrong person." Candice mutters.
Black and green sludge starts swishing in my body, and I think I will be sick. I watched the intern's skin become extremely pallid, and her eyes turned a shade of fear. Any other time, her skin would be pretty porcelain, like an antique doll you'll find in an upscale market, and her eyes would shine the brightest green.
"I hate to say it, but it's kind of like a rite of passage for the girls of Studio 66 to get hounded by Spike, right?" I hear Candice say from afar; she sees I'm gone when she looks over.
And out of the emergency exit and down three flights of stairs I go, I find myself in front of studio 66, looking out at the crowded streets of New York City, and thinking of Bonnie, the girl with porcelain skin, and Candice, the 5'8 glamazon.
A "Rite of Passage" it was. It wasn't a shocker when Spike liked you; he shows it. He's done it to many women prior before he's done it to Candice, and now he's doing it to Bonnie. Bonnie was just an intern today, but she'll be Spike's new assistant tomorrow. Why hadn't Spike taken a liking to me? Well, according to him, I'm "too boring." I’m simply plain and simple—old, boring Y/N.
I know it's wrong, but how else should I feel? It's not like I wanted to get filled up by Spike; that's disgusting, but if that meant I get to do something at my job or move up a position, then so be it.
Fuck. How would I do that when Spike doesn't even look at me?
Bonnie was about to be promoted while I was off somewhere, filling out yet another job application. Maybe I'll apply to Coney Island. At least then, I'll have the joyous laughter of children or exciting screams from amusement parkgoers to drown my sorrows.
"You have an expressive face." A voice says beside me. I look up at the stranger; his fluffy-looking hair draws my attention away from his face. The warm stink of nicotine fills my nostrils, and I feel the hairs on my body prick the fabric of my clothes. When I relaxed my face, I realized how scrunched tight I had it.
"Jesus, what kind of deep shit are you in, kid?" He asks. He says "kid" as if he and I didn't look remotely close in age.
"You got another one of those?" I say, pointing to the cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. Without hesitation, he goes into his left boot, pulling out a pack of Camels. I pull out a cigarette--his last one. When I have the cigarette in my mouth, he whips a white lighter with its blazing flames.
"Thanks." I say, my voice almost muffled. I nearly gag from the nicotine as I smoke it.
Cigarettes sucked. They only looked cool as an accessory--accompanied by a cup of coffee and some old French novel. Other times, cigarettes look fantastic when they're used by guys who stare at you so intensely, waiting to hear what you have to say.
"Um--" I freeze; his eyes roll down my body before meeting my eyes again. "It's rude to stare," I say, nerves starting to leave my body as the nicotine seeps in.
"It's rude to leave people hanging." He snaps back. "What's gotten you so pressed?"
I huff, "Spike Van Dyke, that's what."
He hums. "With a name like that, how couldn't he? Did his mother even love him?" I let out a nervous chuckle, somewhat wary about talking to the stranger, but he gave me his last cigarette, which meant he was ok?
"We're in the same boat, y'know?" he says, playing with the cigarette between his fingers.
"He'd hit on your girlfriend or something?" I cock my eyebrow, and I feel a smile form on my lips. "Say he did hit on your girlfriend, and you're here to kick his ass; you wouldn't say anything if I let you in without a badge?"
"No, I'm not here to kick his ass." He breathily laughs. "Your funny." He says. I wasn't joking. I deadpan.
"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington." He introduces.
Why does the name seem so familiar? I squint my eyes at him.
"Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n."
"So, I take it you work here." he points his thump to the building. "At Studio 66?"
"Not for long; I'll be working at Coney Island soon. I could get you tickets, perhaps?
He laughs again, and for the second time, I wasn't joking.
"Yeah, my band--the band I'm managing--you've might've heard of them? Corroded Coffin? I'm here for them."
Something in my brain snaps.
"You're Corroded Coffin's manager." I state that's why his name was so familiar. "You're the one we talked to about the interview."
He nods. "Yep." he drags. "That's me."
"I didn't expect you to be so..."
Good-looking? The good-looking that would make you instantly popular--taking it back to my high school days. Most of the managers I've met in the past have been the Spike Van Dyke type, y'know, bald and plump with deceitful eyes and a deceitful chin and wandering hands.
"Preppy? Not the type to manage a band who sings about war, destruction, doom and misery?"
"Took the words right out of my mouth."
"I'm reminded of it every day." He says, now leaning on the cold brick wall, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dark blue bomber jacket.
"Your interview isn't until tomorrow." I say.
"Yeah, but I'm here to talk to Spike, that guys an idiot."
As if that still needed to be established.
"I bet you won't say that to his face." I dare.
With a smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes, he took me up on the challenge.
Spike took Steve's comment well, I think.
"Ok, so what do you want me to do?" Spike shrugged.
"All I'm saying is, Corroded Coffin won't do the interview if you're going to be a..."
Steve's eyes met mine. I look at him wide-eyed and boggled, sitting on the edge of my seat beside Spike's desk. Steve jitters a bit, switching all his weight from one foot to another.
"An asshole."
I would've preferred the word "dickhead" instead, but "asshole" is close enough.
"But "asshole" is my brand. If you or Corroded Coffin don't like it, I'm glad to not have you all on my show."
"Should I remind you that we were the ones to get a voicemail from you guys? You're the one that wants us here. My group will be damned if you think we're going to let you disrespect us." To convey his authority, Steve places both hands on his hips. A smirk creeps onto my lips.
Spike squints his eyes, gnawing his teeth. "Who sent you here?" He asks. "Was it that hotshot—what's his name? I forget." Spike snaps his fingers. "Munson."
Steve scoffs. "I'm here on the behalf of all of Corroded Coffin."
Spike rolls his eyes and says: "Y'know Munson has a "bad" reputation himself. I'd seen his little stunt he pulled with Rush the Radio a few weeks back."
As if it were him involved in the horrendous event, Steve mutters a "Jesus Christ" and runs his fingers through his bouncy hair.
"I mean, who gets mad like that over one little question? My poor guy Rush is still paying for the damages that little shithead caused."
It was Steve's turn to squint his eyes and gnaw at his teeth.
"You all should be grateful that another radio host wants to have the spawns of Satan on their show." Spike continues.
With a few nibbles of his fingertips and a long, harsh stare, Steve concluded:
"Let's agree to disagree. If you don't act like such an asshole, my guys won't either." Steve says.
"Harrington, I think we have a deal." I had a crawling suspicion that Spike had his fingers crossed behind his back.
Steve and Spike shook on it, thus the ending of their little spat. It was not climactic enough, but indeed, it was entertaining. Spike gets my name wrong when telling me to walk Steve out.
"Problem solved?" Steve says, seemingly trying to convince himself and me that "the problem" was resolved. When really, that was only the tip of the iceberg.
Steve gives me a piece of paper with his personal number on it; his fingertips touch mine in a subtle exchange. I feel a sting of heat that twinges my body; I blame the August searing heat. Steve says to call him if anything significant happens between now and tomorrow, though I highly doubt it.
I watched Steve walk down the pavement and turn the corner to 13th Street. I feel a small smile creep onto my lips, holding the piece of paper with his number on it close to my chest.
When I return to Studio 66, my smile fades when I watch everyone scatter around in a frenzy. My eyes follow the pattern of warm blood that puddles to my ankles. The trail of blood seems never-ending, but that myth is busted when my eyes land on a good as dead(?) Spike Van Dyke.
His eyes were stapled shut, followed by a few staples around his dome and neck. My eyes followed the body that hovered over him. Bonnie—the porcelain skin—intern, hovers over Spike's unconscious body, a stapler in her hand.
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Crowded
AN: I just know he so sweet and attentive
I’m so bad at titles
You didn't get involved in Dominik's career, you actually preferred coming home from your office job just to wait on your husband. Dominik's show business is taken very seriously by fans, especially because Rhea is always with him. Fans struggle to see the difference between fiction and real life, Dominik knows you don't like coming to his job because of this. But he forgot his lunch at home and you're the only one that can bring it to him, after lots of convincing over the phone you agree.
Dominik told you to go around back to avoid any fans that may recognize you. You timidly agree and make it around back with a hoodie and glasses on, confrontation has never been your thing. The backstage door opens and you peel off the hood and pocket your sunglasses, you sigh shaking off your previous nervousness. Your finger fumble with your phone as you press on Dominik's contact to call him, you've only been inside once. The line rings twice before his charming voice flows through the receiver, "Hey Honey, you make it?". You hum in reply waiting for instructions on where to go.
It goes silent for a second while Dominik thinks, "I'll just come to you. I don't want you to get lost". You smile brightly at his concern and say 'okay' telling him that you are at the backstage door. You rock forward in impatience already have waited 5 minutes, In Dom's defense this place is huge. Your movements still when you see Dominik jogging towards you his hair stuck to the side of his face from his previous match. You share a soft smile with him and you give him his lunch, "Awh thank you, baby". His arms wrap around your waist and he spins you around still holding his lunch in his hand. You giggle and tap his back to playfully scold him, "Your gonna mess up your lunch I spent 10 minutes making", his spins slowly stop and he lets you put your feet back on the ground.
"10 minutes. That's a new record" he says peeking into his bag, you blush putting your hands on his to stop him from looking into the bag while you are there. Dominik looks up from where you stopped him, "Got something in here you don't want me to see?". It was a love note. You puff up in playful defensiveness, "No I just want you to open it alone". Dominik grins thinking of something dirty and you can tell by the way he shuffles on his feet. You smack his arms lightly, "Not like that you perv" you giggle while 'scolding' him.
Dominik holds his lunch at his side when he asks you a question he normally never would, "I get off in 3 hours. You could stay and watch, we can go home together". Normally you wouldn't even consider this, you'd tell him no because of the crowds when he leaves. If you go out the back door the chances are less and you get to watch your husband live out his passion. You hold his face and nod agreeing, "Okay lets go". He smiles in somewhat disbelief but he takes your hand in his and walks you to the Judgment days room.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------After the Judgement Day came back you jump into Dominik's arms congratulating him on a win. Dominik kisses you sensually before peeling you off of him to go wash up before you leave together. He exits the shower room and grabs your hand kissing it and walking towards the door. The closer you both get to the exit the more your breathing picks up and your hands start to sweat. Dominik kisses the back of your hand again and then your forehead to show that he understands your nervousness.
All goes well and no one approaches you both but when you round the corner a few cameras flash and some girly screams peirce through the air. A crowd forms with different opinions some booing others asking Dominik about his personal life. You ignore the anxiety building up in your chest holding onto Dominik's hand even tighter making me glance at you in distant worry. The crowd gets closer and starts to ask you questions about opinions on Dominik's performance. The anxiety has moved to your throat and you can hardly mutter words as it is, "Um I don't know". You cant help it, you push your face into the side of Dominik's shirt trying to shield yourself from the world. Dominik lets go of your hand to wrap it around your shoulders to give you more comfort... more support. "No more questions please, we are trying to leave", Dominik says with unusual sterness and the crowd gets quiet for a moment. Long enough for you both to make it to the car.
You sit in the passenger seat shakily grabbing at your seat belt to put it over you. Dominik sets his head on the steering wheel for a moment feeling guilty for putting you in that situation. He turns towards you grabbing your hands so you will let go of the strap. "Im so sorry Bebita. You have no idea how bad I feel right now" he whispers to you, your faces inches apart. You quickly let go off his hands to wrap your arms around his neck, "I love you". Dominik audibly sighs in relief and relaxation, "I love you too". You both hold each other for a moment longer before pulling out of the parking lot to your shared home.
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The "reblog, don't like. Liking hurts creators" stuff has always gotten on my nerves, who are you to tell me what to put on my blog? But I jsut saw this post, which put it in a different light.
https://mayahawkse.tumblr.com/post/691239174316097536/heres-a-little-comparison-for-people-who-say
I' got on Tumblr in 2013, quit around the porn ban, and only came back pretty recently. I didn't realise that people had actually stopped reblogging things from each other.
I guess the "likes hurt creators" thing might have some validity after all. I still really don't like the tone of entitlement or the idea that expressing your appreciation to OP with a like is an insult instead of an expression of appreciation.
The comment section probably cuts into the reblog counts; people have conversations there instead of in reblog chains, and don't have to reblog an entire post just to point out one quick thing or make the same joke as everyone else, but I don't think that comments account for the ratios in that post, especially since the screenshots don't show posts with hefty comments.
So yeah, guys, likes don't hurt creators, but Tumblr is for passing posts around. If you see something you like, you can just reblog it to be all "look at this cool thing I found". You don't have to worry about adding anything meaningful in a reblog, and if you and all your mutuals reblog the same post twelve times in a row, well, that's just how Tumblr works; if someone gets anoyed they can block the post through xkit.
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Eh. I'd beware of anecdata like that.
I used to get like 2 notes a post and no asks ever. On the rare occasions that I reblogged heavily in a hot fandom of the moment for a month or two, I got a lot of engagement once people realized I was a place to go for that fandom, and I particularly got a lot of reblogs because people wanted that content on their own tumblrs.
Currently, I get a decent number of reblogs, but I get a lot more other interaction because things here tend to be discussions and debates and people don't necessarily want them on their own tumblrs.
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In my case, I don't like the framing that it hurts creators because that's assuming that a person would have reblogged if they hadn't liked. In reality, they probably just wouldn't have interacted.
People pass posts around all kinds of ways, including pasting links to mine into various discord channels for fandom drama or sending me links to others' posts via chat messages here.
I also don't like the framing that it hurts creators because this only makes sense if you mean that it hurts the ability of visual artists to earn money.
Am I not a creator of a kind? Do I not write copious meta even if a lot of the content here comes from others? My ~engagement numbers~ are not harmed by failing to reblog. My engagement numbers don't matter full stop.
Or maybe, maybe, it's not about money, but it's about clout-chasing nonsense. Boo hoo, my gifset doesn't do numbers because it's not 2012 and I'm not in superwholock fandom now. Oh well. Chase the crowds to another site or chase the megafandoms. That's the only way to get those numbers back.
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I do think that some time after 2012, people became increasingly afraid of harassment and may have pulled back on interactions, particularly contentful ones, because of that.
But mostly, tumblr has cleared out. Fewer people are using it, and fewer of the ones remaining are using it actively in a way where it makes sense to fill their own blog with content.
Maybe part of the change is that you can't become a BNF of tasteful curation so easily now, so there's no point in reblogging unless it's for yourself?
Maybe it's gifsets that are out of fashion? I don't know.
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I never had much interest in "look at this cool thing" sans commentary back then, and I have little now. I have my activity page set to hide all that.
The changing phases of a site can be interesting, but we need a bit more than one person's top couple of posts to reach any conclusions.
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TMNT AU Propaganda whooo
Hello, I'm back again. With fic this time.
I bingeread all of Call Me Here (I Will Appear) by @callmehere-iwillappear a little while back and it's so good! So heartbreaking but so heartwarming at the same time! And with both IMBI and CMH both being in the @tmntaucompetition we decided they are ghost buddies, and then they drew this adorable artwork and I had to write a little something because listen I need good things to happen to both of these boys.
So here you go! And please vote for both I May Be Invisible and Call Me Here in the TMNT AU polls tomorrow!
(And also 2 Arms Left, those boys aren't really in this fic but listen if you vote for both IMBI and 2AL then Ell and I will face off in the next round please it's so funny-)
cough ANYWAY HERE'S THE DRABBLE OK BYE (spoilers for both fics within)
Was getting abruptly kidnapped to an interdimensional sports tournament the weirdest thing that had ever happened to them? Hard to say, but it was certainly a surprise anyway. Right in the middle of Leo's very dramatic catatonia arc, too...
The place is a madhouse. There's so many different versions of himself and his brothers, some of them older, some of them missing limbs, and some of them from different universes entirely. There's cheerleading. There's fighting. There's an older Michelangelo giving all the visible Leos bats for some reason.
Leo guesses he shouldn't be too disappointed that even in this crowd, only his own specific brothers can interact with him; he hasn't had dramatic life-saving encounters with any of these other people, after all. He keeps getting walked through, talked over, and he can't very well take part in the actual basketball playing.
But it's fine! He can vibe! He's so cool with vibing. His brothers seem to be enjoying themselves, after all, and Pizza Supreme knows after the weeks they've been having they deserve something fun and... probably not life-threatening (he's still eying those bats, though). So he can just... watch. Spectate.
So fun.
He's standing by while Raph chats with a whole group of assorted Raphs, surveying the diverse crowd when it happens.
His eyes lock with another Leo's.
The other Leo seems just as startled as he is to be seen - his mouth pops open in surprise, posture going stiff in a mirror of Leo's own reaction. Other than that, there's no immediate signs; he's not see-through, or floating, or anything else one might expect. The only immediate difference he can see is that the three clones of his brothers standing near the other Leo are all wearing their own version of Donnie's goggles.
And yet, he still knows.
"Hey, I'm going over there for a sec," he says over his shoulder to Raph.
"What? Hey, don't wander off!"
"It's fine, big guy, I'll stay in range."
He trots off across the court, not bothering to dodge anyone who steps in his path. The other Leo and his group aren't too far away, and once he gets there, the two of them look each other up and down, like wary dogs unsure about entering another's space.
He gives the other Leo a very serious look, which is mirrored back to him.
And the other Leo starts them off.
"What's a ghost's favorite fruit?"
"Booberries. What's a ghost's favorite car?"
"A Boo-gatti. Why don't ghosts go out in the rain?"
It dampens their spirits. What-"
"Who are you talking to?" the other Donnie asks, turning their way. He has his goggles pulled down. Leo gives him a wave, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Just another Leo," says the other Leo, before turning back to him. "You can't be seen by the goggles?"
"Nope. That hasn't worked for us."
"But I saw you say something to your Raph."
"Yeah! Raph can hear me, Mikey can see me, and Donnie can touch me."
"Huh. Sounds inconvenient!"
"Oh, it is." Leo shrugs. "Curses, man, what can you do?"
Something quick passes over the other Leo's face; he only notices because it's so like his own. "You were cursed?"
"Yep! Some bad guy thought it would be a good way to get rid of me. You?"
The other Leo's smile droops only slightly. "...Do you know about the Prison Dimension?"
Leo's own smile drops, and he hunches in on himself, which just makes the other Leo's grin slip further. It hurts; he was there, for real, and again too recently in his mind, and now he can say this with certainty, with clarity:
No Leo deserved that.
But this Leo, who has persisted after death, who's with his family now... even if it's a tragedy, Leo can admire that. And they can see him - they can apparently hear him, and Leo knows from experience that that's everything.
(And still not quite enough.)
"...That sucks," he says, because what else do you say?
The other Leo shrugs, looking a little self-conscious. "It's not too bad. Donnie's making me a body."
"Oh, that'll be sweet." Leo picks his grin back up. "Wait, can you actually touch stuff? Are you going to haunt a robot?"
"I can if I focus." He looks smug. "It takes practice, but I'm getting better."
"Whoa, nice. I can't touch anything other than Donnie. Can't float or anything, either."
"Me either!" The other Leo throws his arms up dramatically. "What a ripoff, right?"
Leo matches the movement. "That's what I've been saying!"
"Man. It's nice to finally talk to someone who understands."
"Heh, same here," says Leo. He reaches out to give the other Leo a friendly pat on the shoulder.
He expects his hand to just pass through. He doesn't expect it to connect.
It's not really feeling, not like when he touches Donnie. It's more like when he touches his own body - his hand stops moving through the air, but he's not getting any tactile sensation from it.
He doubts the other Leo can really feel it either, but the way his eyes latch on the point of contact tells Leo everything he needs to know.
He doesn't hesitate, just wraps his arm around the other Leo and pulls him in for a hug. He doesn't resist, just puts his own arms around Leo, and he can't feel it but he's pretty sure he's holding tight.
He doesn't ask how long it's been since he's been hugged; he feels like he doesn't have to.
They stay that way almost a minute (and he's glad for their reputation as Leos that no one can see them), before the other Leo pulls back. His eyes are glassy and his smile wavering, but it's real and it's there, and Leo can't help but smile back.
He decides to save them before this gets too mushy.
"Hey, you said you can touch things, right?"
"If I focus."
"Well!" Leo moves so his arm is draped around the other Leo's shoulders, walking him toward one of the goals. "Get ready to focus on making sick dunks."
Instantly, the other Leo's eyes light up with delight. "Ooooh ho ho ho yes. We are going to freak some people out!"
He offers his fist, and Leo gleefully bumps it.
#dandy fanfiction#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good#call me here (i will appear)#tmnt au competition#my fanfic#once again I didn't proofread this#so I'm sorry for any mistakes#;asdkf;asd why am I posting this so late OH WELL
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"Up next please give a warm welcome to Samantha Eastcott! After graduating high school, Ms. Eastcott proceeded to get pregnant for three years straight, developing breasts that were a whopping LL-Cup, a fattened unhealthy physique, an obsession with sex and pleasure, making her an all but hopeless young woman. No interest in having a family or serving a husband, only interested in parading her ever growing body in public and having sex with anybody who'd be desperate enough to fuck her!" The audience booed.
"But don't worry, behold, the new Samantha Eastcott!" The crowd cheered as a slim, nearly breastless woman stepped out in her University's standard uniform. "Samantha's parents enrolled her into St. Maria's Catholic University, and we whipped her into shape, literally and figuratively. Ms. Eastcott endured months of excruciating labor--not of the kid-pushing variety--and worked out to shed her curvy figure. We used our standard brand of reeducation, which her parents requested we not hold back with. Now Ms. Eastcott is a perfectly reprogrammed wife-to-be!" She smiled and waved to the crowd as they cheered.
"Samantha lost 100lbs, her breasts were reduced to an A-Cup, and her clit was removed. Poor Samantha can't lay around rubbing her sex mindlessly all day like she used to. Now she lives only to serve her future husband! And don't worry, after enduring our specific brand of education for a year, Ms. Eastcott fully believes serving one man as both bride and slave is her true purpose! Don't worry--she'll serve any other man you want her to as well. She'll be yours to use and shape as you wish. Now, as is tradition, we have wayward girls sent to us by their parents, hoping to reshape them into ideal brides, but we also have young men sent to us, pasty, obese, hopelessly addicted to porn with no chance of ever marrying! I have the names of those young men here after their year of physical training and being taught to become strong husbands and bride-owners! I'll pull one of those men's names out of this box, and this lovely reformed bride-to-be, Samantha, will be all yours! Any thoughts on this, Samantha?"
Samantha giggled and shrugged. "Whoever I'm married off to I promise to give you as many kids as you want and please you all hours of the day! I'll do whatever you want, so don't be shy. I can take a lot of punishment!" She giggled and the crowd cheered again.
The Headmaster of the university soon announced Samantha's new husband, and her parents cheered with the rest of the crowd as their formerly spoiled, hucow daughter who thought of nothing but food and mindless sex would finally be of use! Some of their friends and neighbors were in attendance, watching in disbelief at the new Samantha, knowing exactly where their busty, sex-crazed daughters needed to go as soon as they got home....
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And We're Live!
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You still couldn't believe that you had all made it to the live shows. You were excited to see Beverly and Bentley again as you hadn't spoken to them in a while.
"Making their debut performance, and the last of the groups, Simon." Dermot briefly introduced giving the floor to Simon.
"Last act up tonight. Get ready. Its One Direction." The cheers were loud as your video played.
“Being through to the live shows is absolutely incredible.” Harry started and you all agreed.
“Im Louis. Im 18 and I'm from doncaster.”
“Im Harry, Im 16 and I'm from Cheshire.”
“Im Niall. Im 17 and I'm from Mullingar in Ireland”
“Im Liam. Im 17 and I'm from Wolverhapmton.”
“Im Zayn. Im 17 and I'm from Bradford.”
“Im Autumn. Im 15 and I'm from Hazel Grove.”
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“You wouldn't connect this band with song normally… but it works.”
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As the screens opened you were standing next to Louis and Liam as the song started and Liam took his solo.
All of your solos, and choreo ran as best as they could. The chorus was the best as you all got to sing with each other. And you got the last line for your solo which you nailed if you say so yourself.
The cheers were loud as you all hugged shakily, the adrenaline still rushing through you. “When I heard you were gonna do Coldplay I thought it was a big big risk, but I love what you did with the song. You totally did it your own and I love that the band is working cause even though Simon is gonna say he put this band together, it was my idea originally Simon. It was. It was my idea and it worked.” Louis and Simon argued as you stood next to Louis who rubbed your shoulder happily. “I believe you could be the next big boy band… with a girl.” You laughed at that knowing you were in fact a boy band with one girl. “You have a lot of work to do with- Simon do you have a stylist? Or is it you?” the audience booed as you guys looked at each other slightly off put.
“I dont know who put you together because I wasn't there but you guys fit together so well.” You all jumped around at her words. “The song was great. You truly did make it your own. I wasn’t thinking of Cold Play then. Perfect pop band performance.”
The audience cheered and Danii’s words. “I have to agree with Danii, you look like you were meant to be together and in a group. You look fantastic. You've got all the ingredients for the perfect pop band. The girls and boys at home are going crazy for you, but you've got to take a little bit more time to develop as a group. That's all, just a little bit.” You grabbed Nialls hand after that and he squeezed it tightly.
“As far you go in creating the group Louis lets rewind the tapes.” Simon fired back and everyone laughed. “Essentially you guys came together because your bootcamp auditions were not good enough, but you were too good to throw away. We took a risk. I’ve got to tell you what was so impressive about that- because its a big leap going on that stage- is when one of you started to screw up at the end Autumn and Liam stepped in and you brought it back together. Thats what bands do.” You and Liam- who was behind you- looked at each other and smiled as you rested your head against him briefly in gratitude.
“And regarding the whole style issue, Louis… I don't want to style this band because I don't know how to style a band like this. We want the band to do whatever they wanted to do. I'm not gonna interfere, they're gonna do it their way. It was brilliant guys.”
As Dermot came on stage you all got closer and saw Harry wink at someone in the crowd and you giggled at him making him look toward you and smile. You still held Niall's hand in yours and you let go of it only to wave as you walked off stage before everyone was wrapped in a giant hug by Louis. “Tommo!” you screamed laughing as it was your back he jumped on in the hug. Everyone laughed as you pulled apart and you saw Bev and Bentely.
You ran to them giving them both hugs. “You did so well!” they cheered you on and you laughed anxiously. “We’re so proud of you, you know? We might not be able to make it to any more shows, but we want you to know that.” Bev told you and you shook your head knowingly. “Yeah I know. School and the drive must be really hard to balance. But I'm so glad you came when you could.” Bentely handed you a box without saying anything. “Man of many words.” you joked as open the box to see a new Blackberry. “No way you didnt.” you gasped as you jumped at him and he hugged you laughing. “First performance gift.” you laughed knowing how he would spoil you whenever he could. “Thank you Meadow.” he hugged you again. “Always Fall. Your Nan and Pap would kill me if I forgot but they said they'll try to get her soon. With the bakery being busy and the distance.” You understood and knew they wouldn't want you to think they didnt care. “I'll call them later and tell them its all alright.”
“Hey Autumn! We're going out to eat.” Harry called from a little ways back. “You gonna join?” you faced back to them. “Gotta get miss studious back to school. Sorry Fall.” you laughed it off because Beverly was the least studious person you knew, but school came easy to her. “Autumn!” Louis called.
“Okay I'll see you guys later.” You gave them another hug before running off and jumping on Zayn's back. “Ride like the wind.” you spoke mockingly until he actually started running and you couldn't help but laugh hysterically as all the boys chased you both through the stadium and to the car park. “Where are we eating?”
“KFC.”
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